Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must have heard me.
“It’s Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb on line there,” she said.
I perked up immediately.
“Okay. Thanks.” I stabbed the button for line three. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Is it a good time?” Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb said. “I tried calling your cell phone, but you didn’t answer.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I was on another call. An important one.” I frowned at the memory, but then took a deep breath and forced a smile. “What can I do for you?”
“I need help, Durgesh,” she said frankly, and I sat forward.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I bellowed, ignoring the intercom.
“You don’t have to shout,” she smiled when she appeared in the door. “I’m right here.”
“Book me on the next flight to Blacksburg, Virginia,” I said. “And have a rental car waiting at the airport. Also, call U-Haul, or Ryder, or whoever, and rent a truck for a one-way trip.”
“Are you on a white knight errand?” she asked, smiling wryly.
“My little girl needs help.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan leaned against the doorframe. “What happened?”
“Her car died and she doesn’t have a way to get home from Office. The dealership told her it would be two weeks before they’d have the parts. Damned Eurotrash imports!”
She rolled her eyes.
It was one of his frequent rants.
“Anyway,” I continued, “it’s a good time for me to go—”
“To escape, you mean,” she smiled teasing me.
“—and I’m…” I turned impish myself. “Am I that obvious?”
She smiled fondly and shook her head.
“Yeah, I guess I’m taking an impromptu vacation. But I won’t really be out of contact. I’ll have my laptop and my cell phone. Pramod can handle Raytheon, and you can handle everything here.”
“So I’m going to rescue my little girl.”
“She isn’t your little girl.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “She is already twenty eight and her Ammī, Al Rashīdah Al Faisal, is forty eight already. Give Rashīdah auntie some time for herself now, please. She left her husband for you when Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was actually a little girl. You’re enjoying Rashīdah auntie’s dazzling Musalmān beauty for more than twenty years now. Still you bulldoze her so much that she was complaining.”
“Nonsense,” I smiled winking at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “Al Rashīdah Al Faisal is still ravenous when I bulldoze her on the bed. Sālī, you want me to bulldoze only Jet Musalmān Beauties. Below forty only.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“What’s wrong in that? We need your permanently stanch, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund more into our more ravenous, more needy Musalmān Cunts than those above forty. They have enjoyed their share already too much.”
I smiled cunningly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly herself.
She didn’t respond to it, deliberately.
“I’ll make all the arrangements,” she added. “Do you want me to drive you to the airport?”
I considered for a moment, but then shook my head.
I didn’t want to inconvenience her.
Besides, I needed her running things in the office.
“I’ll take a limo,” I said.
“I’ll have the driver meet you at the house.”
With a nod and a smile, I turned back to my computer.
I had a dozen e-mails to send before I left.
I’d also have to tell Al Rashīdah Al Faisal, but she wouldn’t care.
She and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal had a pageant in San Diego.
I vaguely recalled that it was part of the Miss California USA competition, but I didn’t give it a second thought.
Virginia was hot.
Hot and sticky.
I had already worked up a sweat just walking to my rental car.
Five minutes later, with the air conditioner on full blast, I was headed toward Blacksburg and the Virginia Tech campus.
I called Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb once I was sure of my bearings.
She gave me directions to her dorm, but I remembered the place from when I’d brought her to her Office.
She met me in the lobby and my eyes lit up when I saw her.
Unlike Al Rashīdah Al Faisal and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal—who were salon blondes—Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was dark-haired.
And while Al Rashīdah Al Faisal and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal were busty—courtesy of very expensive boob jobs—Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was petite and natural.
She was nothing like her mother or sister, and I liked that just fine.
She hugged me tight.
“Thanks for coming. I could’ve driven home by myself, but…”
“Nonsense,” I said. “That’s what I’m for. They say I can’t see any Musalmān damsel in distress ever.”
She laughed, looped her arm through mine and leaned her head on my shoulder.
We picked up the rental truck and returned to the dorm, where they loaded Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb’s things.
I couldn’t imagine how she’d fit so much stuff in her tiny dorm room.
It filled nearly half of the small truck.
After she checked out of the dorm, we had dinner and spent the night in a hotel.
Her car was still with the dealer, but I arranged for us to send it cross-country when the repairs were complete.
The service manager had balked at my “request,” but the dealership’s general manager understood the unspoken threat in my voice.
The next morning, Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb and I were on the road by seven o’clock, with sausage biscuits and hot coffee.
I cringed at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s imagined reproach, but I savored the buttery biscuit and willed her to silence.
“What’re you smirking at?” Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb asked.
I controlled heating my cheeks.
“Yeah. Just now. You were smirking.”
“I shouldn’t be eating this,” I admitted.
“Because of your cholesterol?”
In the blink of an eye, she snatched the biscuit and began rolling down her window.
“Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb, no!”
She tossed it out, wrapper and all.
“Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb, that was my breakfast!”
“We’ll stop for an early lunch,” she said, unperturbed.
I glared at her.
“You know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s going to ask me how you ate,” she said. “And I won’t lie to her.”
“You could’ve lied this once,” I muttered, half serious, half joking.
“No, I couldn’t’ve. If you won’t take care of yourself, the women in your life will just have to do it for you.”
I wondered whether Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb had really gone through Parkāyā Pravésh.
Or was it her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ħabīb himself who had gone through Parkāyā Pravésh?*
Kħadījah Muħammad, my outqueen, my confidential secretary, my everything, smiled at me.
“Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā, an executive type is anxiously and impatiently waiting in the outer office.”
“BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā ?” I asked.
Kħadījah Muħammad was only two years younger than me.
Yet she never looked more than thirty four.
“He wants to consult me?”
“Nonsense,” Kħadījah Muħammad retorted, “Nobody is as capable as you are. You have almost infinite Shaktimān, almost infinite experiences, almost omnipotent you are. The Bachhalyās are your sons from Brahm Jagdambās and their descendants only. There’s almost infinite difference in your Shaktimān and capabilities, etcetera.”
“Did he tell you something about what he wants me to consult about?”
“No,” Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling, “Sorry. That’s a mystery.”
“What’s the mystery?”
“All he has told me is that he is willing to pay any fee reasonable to have you a buffet dinner tonight.”
“Kħadījah , you should have told Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā that I’m never a paid entertainer. We are busy people. It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now. We have a busy schedule today already. I see clients only by appointment.”
“Kħadījah Muħammad, I…”
“As if he himself doesn’t have,”
“Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā has only countless bodies.”
“What?” I was startled.
“He hopes you owe him to help in keeping his present wife, Anjali Chaturvedī to him now.”
I was dumbfounded.*
Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me dubiously.
“I don’t think that BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā wants you as a social lion. He said he would like to have you get a feminine partner of your own choosing, and that he would like to have you observe a certain person and give him your impression of that person.”
“That’s what he said.”
“Yet Kaliyug has its projection still now for 4, 27, 000 years. Don’t forget it. It’s essential.”
“How the hell can I? It’s disturbing us most frequently everywhere.”
Kħadījah Muħammad flashed me a seductive grateful smile, returned to the outer office and a moment later was back with a man somewhere in his late twenties.
He had steady black eyes that flashed out from under his smart eyebrows.
It was an integral characteristic of the Bachhalyās that they were always young, handsome and powerful.
I was their father and the Brahm Jagdambās were their mothers.
Bachhalyās were always number one administrators consequently undisputedly.
The traditional Brāhmañs were the third.
The Muslims were the fourth.
Infinite BrāhmKalp lacked the other societies basically.
I smiled slightly.
“I thought so.”
“A student of character would so classify you.”
“I see. You mean you are a student of character?”
“Any trial lawyer, any politician, likes to think that he is. If he’s at all successful he has to be. Won’t you be seated?”
“Thank you, Your Excellency,”
“Sir,” he said politely, “that is one of the reasons I came to you despite my past experiences of you, are that you would again throw me to the wolves if there comes any beautiful lady that deserves protection more than I do.”
“I see. What’s the reason?”
“That’s right. I suffered from a severe heart attack and couldn’t keep my life then.”
I eyed him sympathetically.
“My family rejected me to keep me as her Sun. She needed a better Sun, you.”
“I was a damnfool then, Your Excellency,”
“Call me ‘Durgesh’. I prefer to be called thus more. If you don’t have any adverse prejudice against it, I mean.” I smiled.
“Even if the husband doesn’t care to fulfill his duties towards her?”
“Well, a family needs sacrifice if we want to keep it.”
“Sacrifice from a wife always?”
“And since Arundhatī Joshī didn’t divorce you, she ‘cheated’ you instead, you let a heart attack dominate you. What a manly step! Arundhatī Joshī was the only woman for you in the entire Multiverse? Why couldn’t you yourself divorce Arundhatī Joshī , if you felt she cheated you? Vinod Sharmā, a woman appreciates a strong man, not a man as weak as you were when you were Vinod Sharmā.”
“I accepted that I learned my lesson in the hard way, Sir. I thought you were my friend and…”
“Well, you said I should let her suck my penis, to have anal sex with her.”
“And you couldn’t do it?”
“I understand, now.”
“It’s your reincarnation, Punarjanm?”
“Sure. Who else can know more about the Bachhalyās than the original Bachhalyā that caused Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī to establish an endless Bachhalyā Empire destroying the traditional Brāhmañ Empire then forever?”
“I hate every tradition if it isn’t scientific anymore, progressive and ‘Janébhyah’.”
“There are some problems when you belong to a Bachhalyā family.”
“That’s right. But I’m telling something else.”
“I am listening to your observation.”
“I understand what you want to say.” I smiled, “You have come here from a traditional Brāhmañ family. It isn’t easy for you to plan something clandestine for the utmost brilliant Vishishŧ Brahms of your family. You want my help? Okay. Tell me what your actual problem is now.”
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Al Nādirah Al Faizān let out a little moan as Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan kept massaging her proud Musalmān breasts.
“Ya, your twenty eight years old, excellent, young friend, Al Nādirah Al Faizān, sure has a hot Musalmān body, Durgesh. And if you’re lucky enough to get the one that fucks as good as her, you will be set for life!” Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan said out loud, as he pinched her nipples.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān was so turned on, the juices from her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started running down her legs.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān heard a gasp from me as I heard her moans.
“Al Nādirah Al Faizān, I sure do hope I get that lucky, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan!” I said.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān looked at me.
I didn’t even bother to take my hand of my now fully hard ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was so big its head was poking out of the top of my briefs.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān couldn’t take it anymore.
She knew it was going to happen right then.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān reached up, turned the stove off, and thrust her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass back into the groin of her husband who was also in only his boxers.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt as his hard piece throbbed against her exquisite ardent Musalmān butt.
“You haven’t got now a girl yet, Durgesh?” Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan asked me.
“No, still alone now, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan!” I said.
That was when Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan whispered in her ear,
“You hear that Hun? You have to take Durgesh’s aloofness! He is so fucking hot!”
Al Nādirah Al Faizān whispered back in her husband’s ear,
“Allah! Oh my God, you are quite right, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan. Durgesh is so hot, I need to fuck him right now!”
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan kissed her neck, dropped his hands to her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and stuck a finger deep in her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her moan was loud as Al Nādirah Al Faizān came all over his finger right there in front of me, their ever-infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!
Al Nādirah Al Faizān heard me gasp.
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan said,
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan kept massaging her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Al Nādirah Al Faizān knew Al Nādirah Al Faizān wasn’t far from orgasm as he dipped two fingers deep inside her folds.
Her moans were strong and loud.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān had given up on putting up a front for me.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān looked over and noticed I was blatantly stroking her ever unyielding, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund now.
It looked so attractive the outline hard and the precum was starting to gather.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān whispered into her husband’s ear that Al Nādirah Al Faizān had to have a taste of mine.
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan told Al Nādirah Al Faizān to go ahead for it.
He pulled his fingers out of her dripping cunt and Al Nādirah Al Faizān sauntered over to where I was sitting.
Her eyes were wide with wonder and hope.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān was going to make her greatest fantasies come true as Al Nādirah Al Faizān dropped to her knees and pulled down my damp underwear.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān pulled them to her face and licked the tasty wet spot that had formed on account of me.
My Hindu precum tasted brilliant and Al Nādirah Al Faizān couldn’t wait to taste it from the source.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān grabbed my eight inches hard, thick, ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund and her excellent young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body responded with a little jump.
My hard, ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund felt so nice and warm in her hand.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān started to stroke it.
Very slowly, her grip traveled up and down my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
When Al Nādirah Al Faizān got to the top of its head, she increased the pressure of her grip and started her journey back down.
This movement caused the eye of my ever unyielding, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund head to open up and let go another teardrop of my Hindu fluid.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān stared for a minute at the glistening drop that had started leaking over the head of my ever-youthful Hindu Prick.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān dropped her head and stuck out her hungry Musalmān tongue, taking her second taste of my salty goodness.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān continued to lick.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān reveled in the cute way my ever unyielding, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund.
It would twitch every time her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue tapped its glands.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān was enjoying it very much.
She gripped the base of my Hindu shaft and opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide.
There was no turning back as Al Nādirah Al Faizān swallowed my Hindu hardness all the way down her Musalmān throat.
The taboo nature of the whole scene had her head spinning and her heart pounding as she increased the speed of her hot wet blowjob on me.
“Your twenty eight years old, excellent, young friend, Al Nādirah Al Faizān, could sure suck your ever unwavering, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund eh, Durgesh?” Al Nādirah Al Faizān heard Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan say as Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt him move in behind her.
“Oh sure, you ain’t lying Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan! But if she doesn’t stop soon I would gonna blow!” I smiled.
My words only encouraged Al Nādirah Al Faizān to go faster.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān wanted to feel my hot Hindu Semen splash in the back of her Musalmān throat.
Her husband noticed her increased vigor and urged me to do just that.
“Ya Durgesh, that is what she wants, she loves to swallow cum! Shoot your hot Hindu cum right down your hot young Musalmān ladyfriend’s throat, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Cum right in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!” Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan impelled me.
His words must have done something to me because in no time I was raising my hips to thrust my ever unyielding, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund deeper in her Musalmān throat.
“OOOOHHH FFFFUUUCCCKK MMMOOOMMM IIIII’MMM CUUUUMMMINGGG RRRRIIGGHHTTT DDDOOWWNN YOOUURR TTTTTHHRRROOAAT!!!!” I smiled triumphantly proudly.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān didn’t miss a drop and lavished in her taste.
After Al Nādirah Al Faizān swallowed all my Hindu juice Al Nādirah Al Faizān got up off her knees.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt her husband press her body against me from behind,
His hand once again found her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and drove his fingers in deep.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān looked down and saw me staring at Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan’s finger sliding in and out of her soaked young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund never lost its hardness and started twitching again from the site.
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan’s finger felt fantastic sliding in and out of her hot young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and soon Al Nādirah Al Faizān was moving her hips back and forth to match the rhythm of his finger fucking.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān then pulled the slinky silk nightdress over her head and made herself completely naked.
Grabbing my head Al Nādirah Al Faizān pulled him to her ever-erect proud Musalmān breast to make me kiss her there.
I accepted her tit and kissed it passionately.
The combination of my mouth kissing at her nipple and her husband’s skilled finger deep in her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was too much for Al Nādirah Al Faizān to take and soon her whole body began to shake.
Her foot started tapping like a dog when you scratch the special spot on the body and her knees grew weak as she exploded her hot young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juice all over her husband’s hand.
Her cum was so intense when it finally subsided I noticed Al Nādirah Al Faizān had left a puddle on the kitchen floor.
It was a great feeling but Al Nādirah Al Faizān wanted and needed more.
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan could tell it was the time for Al Nādirah Al Faizān to get properly fucked.
“Well, why don’t we all go up to our bedroom and finish this off, right?”
Al Nādirah Al Faizān heard Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan proclaim and Al Nādirah Al Faizān couldn’t have agreed more!
The three of us hurried up to the bedroom.
When we got there, her husband and I both stripped off what little clothing we had.
His cut Musalmān noonī was just begging for attention, while my ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund was demanding it authoritatively.
For a couple of seconds we all seemed to be frozen in our lust and just stood there looking at each other.
Her husband quickly fixed the situation and took control.
“Hun, why don’t you lie down and let Durgesh fuck that sweet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours?” He said, and in a lustful trance, Al Nādirah Al Faizān got on the bed and spread her legs for me.
“Come on Durgesh, and stick that nicest hard ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund in the ardent Musalmān houselady!” Al Nādirah Al Faizān cried to me.
I immediately got between her legs and gripped my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund aiming it at her wet Musalmān hole.
Her orgasm ripped through her body as soon as my ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
For a minute, Al Nādirah Al Faizān was in disbelief.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān couldn’t believe that a simple suggestion from her husband had actually led to the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu actually penetrating her wet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my ever-hottest Hindu prick.
Her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gripped my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund extremely greedily hungrily and soon I was fucking Al Nādirah Al Faizān fast.
Her eyes were wide with excitement.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān pulled her husband’s head down to her tit as my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund continued to thrust deep into her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān was immensely grateful to her ever-nice Musalmān husband that he never disturbed us for our seven hours nonstop fuck session.
Allah, what a session!
What a Lund!
Durgesh really was the ever best.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān found herself first time entirely fucked as much as she had dreamed of ever.
Her beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends were right.
Durgesh’s ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund was itself a festival into a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Eīdul Fitr, Mīlādunnabī, everything.
None could compete with Durgesh in it.
He was the number one Sex Champion once.
He held out his tongue and thrust it forward to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
His hot tongue felt wonderful in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and it didn’t take her long to find a good rhythm with my fucking and her sucking.
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan sucked harder on her nipple and Al Nādirah Al Faizān sucked harder through her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on my ever stanch, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān could feel another orgasm building up.
She slid her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot faster over my ever determined, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost talented, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
She started moaning when she began to shake from the incredible orgasm that tore through her body.
Once again her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gushed her womanly Musalmān juice, this time though it wasn’t wasted on the kitchen floor but instead soaked the Uncut Hindu Lund of her wonderful Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
I just kept thrusting my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost talented, outstanding, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund harder and harder.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān wanted to change things up a bit, so Al Nādirah Al Faizān pulled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth off of Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan’s cut Musalmān noonī.
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan seemed disappointed at first but Al Nādirah Al Faizān soon explained what Al Nādirah Al Faizān wanted to do.
“Durgesh, get on your back, I want to ride that stunning ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund of yours!” Al Nādirah Al Faizān said.
I smiled proudly triumphantly and followed her direction.
Soon Al Nādirah Al Faizān was riding her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s hard Hindu prick.
Up and down, Al Nādirah Al Faizān drove on my ever-youthful, sixty-five years old, Hindu meat.
It filled her in a completely different way.
My ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund was so deep in her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot that as Al Nādirah Al Faizān drove her hips down on it, it impaled herself.
It was then that Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt the most amazing feeling as her husband made her way behind her and spread her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass.
As Al Nādirah Al Faizān continued to fuck me, her husband started licking her tight Musalmān asshole and he sent Al Nādirah Al Faizān into another orgasm.
“Allah, Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Fuck Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan, yes! Tongue my hot Musalmān ass for the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh’s ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund after this vaginal session! Yes, this is so fucking hot. Durgesh’s ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund in my young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and my Musalmān husband’s tongue in my extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass! We are joining now Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever precious Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement. Now we can claim for its benefits Modern Democratic Årabia offers. YESSS I’MMM CUMMMING AGGGAIIIN!” Al Nādirah Al Faizān shouted.
Now Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan was on his back, Al Nādirah Al Faizān was riding him on his mouth and I was behind her.
Her hands gently pushed me forward on my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund at the opening of her slick Musalmān ass.
The feeling was indescribable as I pushed forward.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān could feel her insides filling completely, as I thrust inch after inch of my hard ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund deep into her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass.
When I finally got to the base I stopped for a minute and then started to slowly slide it back out.
The sensation of having both of her holes filled by the two men that Al Nādirah Al Faizān loved the most was probably the greatest physical feeling Al Nādirah Al Faizān had ever experienced.
Soon Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan and I found a rhythm.
We would both exit her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān holes at the same time leaving her feeling totally empty only to thrust back inside her at the same time to make Al Nādirah Al Faizān feel completely and utterly full.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān didn’t even move and let us do all the work.
She just relished in the amazing feelings torching her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass and young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, YES…FUCK MG EXTREMELY BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG, ROUNDED, GORGEOUS, GLAMOROUS, PANJVAQTAH NAMĀZĪ PERFECT FIRM MUSALMĀN ASS AND YOUNG PANJVAQTAH NAMĀZĪ RAVENOUS SAÅŪDĪ ÅRAB WAHĀBĪ MUSALMĀN CHOOT!! ALLAH, AL NĀDIRAH AL FAIZĀN IS GOING TO CUMMMM AGAIN! YES…CUM IN MY EXTREMELY BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG, ROUNDED, GORGEOUS, GLAMOROUS, PANJVAQTAH NAMĀZĪ PERFECT FIRM MUSALMĀN ASS AND TONGUE MY YOUNG PANJVAQTAH NAMĀZĪ SAÅŪDĪ ÅRAB WAHĀBĪ MUSALMĀN CHOOT! YES FUCK ME HARDER AND CUM WITH ME, MY WONDERFUL MEN!” Al Nādirah Al Faizān yelled.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt both of us thrust deep into her two Musalmān holes and heard me declare triumphantly proudly,
“Yes…cummmingg up your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ass Mmoooooommmmm!”
“Meeeee toooooooo!” Her husband shouted, “Out in the air.”
I smiled, once more announcing triumphantly,
Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt as her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was filled by her own husband’s ever-expert Musalmān tongue, and a great Hindu warmth washed deep in her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass as I followed suit.
Her orgasm ripped through her body and her cum shot out of her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot like a fire hose on full blast filling her husband, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan’s welcoming mouth nonstop.
The three of us collapsed embracing each other tightly.
Her first Ashvinātam experience couldn’t have been any hotter or any more fulfilling.
Her husband and Al Nādirah Al Faizān were hooked on our newfound taboo.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān wondered for a second what it might be like if they brought their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter too, in on the act, and made a mental note to talk to Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan about it later on.
Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan was already licking her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass cleaning it of my wonderful Hindu semen, with his ever-expert Musalmān tongue.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān smiled triumphantly proudly at Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan.
I watched both of them gravely.
Al Nādirah Al Faizān had successfully cuckolded Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan to herself and me.
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I looked at Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī.
“I know she is right. The humankind dreams, enjoys to dream and never wants to come out of dreams. But it doesn’t mean someone should take its advantage. Neither it’s a tragedy at all.”
“I see,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “so, my ever over moral Hindu husband is angry because one of his infinite Musalmān wives is taking advantage of some eternal fact. If you are right, why isn’t it a tragedy?”
“Because originally every eternal law in the system is there for ‘Janébhyah’, for the people. You are taking advantage of it for yourself and your Young lady Musalmān Brigade.”
“You are quite mistaken, Param Purush.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “Neither my Young lady Musalmān Brigade nor myself do maintain our Sharīr Yantrs, our Body Machines only for our own satisfaction. We do affirmations and transmissions using them. That’s how we converted Saåūdī Årabia into Modern Democratic Årabia and ended anti Hindu rule from India forever. If it isn’t ‘Janébhyah’, for the people, why the hell did you yourself participate in it, and still do?”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ostentatiously, flashily, consulted her wristwatch as she entered my office.
“Thought you would never get here, Durgesh.” she said, “Been waiting twenty minutes. Damn it. I don’t like waiting for anyone, not for my de facto husband especially.”
“So it seems,” I said dryly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“Well, I’m not one of your sex therapy clients, I mean. I’m one of your commandos actually that assist you in fighting against ever insane pseudo Muslim terrorism.”
“You wanted to tell me some things about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I reminded her coldly.
“Your Musalmān stepson isn’t only a terrorist, he is a bigamous criminal as well. He was already married to four beautiful Musalmān wives, when he married me.”
“Oh, come on, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. You are not actually his wife. You are a commando actually to get evidences against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“But he already has four wives. How the hell under Muslim Personal Law could he marry me? Isn’t his marriage with me void ab initio?”
“Is your marriage with him important?”
“I’m running his business as his wife. If I’m not his wife legally, I can’t inherit his business as well. Isn’t it important?”
“This media empire I control is not mine any more, if my marriage with him is void ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī can never take the possession of his media empire now, don’t worry.”
“There are complications now.”
“Okay, go ahead. Tell me everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married a girl named Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb ten years ago. She was a mighty sweet girl then.”
I looked at Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She hated terrorism, crimes and the anti-human activities of Pseudo Musalmīn right ab initio.
The Pseudo Musalmīn charged Al Jihad Al Vaqār that she was never loyal to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pretended to love him because she wanted to acquire the hold on the media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī owned.
Now she was the owner because I was with her, not because she had any talent herself.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed at the charges.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was completely hypnotized then with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s extraordinary magical Musalmān beauty. Hypnotism is the actually exactly right word for it, Durgesh. Don’t make any mistake about that. As it turned out, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb herself hated terrorism and crimes as much as I do. Besides, she was a cold, clever, scheming—well, even I hate to use the word that comes in my mind in front of you.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me gravely.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār, love brings out the best in people. That’s why the utmost ancient book on humanity, Ved, has based the system of life, it proposes, on love. That’s why it wants to spread love everywhere through its Family Movement. When love leaves, it frequently happens the best is gone. I would never blame Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She did what she did because she loved humanity more than she loved my ever scheming stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hates you very much.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “He says you deliberately pick up the horniest Musalmān houseladies who are unsatisfied with their ever righteous Musalmān husbands. You fulfill their slutty wishes and—”
“I know. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn claim it’s the fact. And that’s why they keep losing their ever needy Musalmān womankind to me or other capable Hindus. They blame us Hindus for it. If they had ever tried to find out the fault with in themselves, they would have stopped the wooing of Musalmān Beauties me or other capable Hindus already much before.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn don’t want to believe anyone else that’s not himself a Pseudo Musalmān.”
“And that’s why the Pseudo Musalmīn are the losers ever.” I smiled curtly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled forlornly.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is a holy terror.”
“In what way?” I asked.
“In every way,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “She is—well, she’s a wildcat. You know, that old saying about ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’.”
“Sure, even Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī created almost everlasting Brāhm Kalp that has mostly Brāhmañ Muslimāt Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī couples.”
“Nothing, how long has Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb separated from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Not exactly. It wasn’t as serious a matter then, as it is now.”
“I don’t think the separation had so much to do with it.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “It was when Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married me. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb couldn’t bear it. She became absolutely insane with rage.”
I watched Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She was a beautiful Musalmān redhead, with the bluest of blue smart Musalmān eyes.
I could look right down in the depths.
The fair delicate Musalmān skin that goes with a redhead of that type.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was beautiful.
She was a gem.
Not only physically, but morally as well.
It wasn’t any miracle however.
Pseudo Islam never succeeded in Musalmān womankind to the extent it succeeded in Musalmān mankind.
Yazīd Malåūn needed warriors more than the womankind.
His movement wasn’t a moral movement as the original Islam was.
It was actually now a military movement to spread his Imperialism.
It used Islam, it didn’t follow Islam actually.
On the contrary, the Islam had to follow Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits.
I looked into her beautiful eyes.
“Do you have a woman in your employ about twenty eight or twenty nine, with a good figure, trim, slim waisted, long legged, high breasted, blonde hair, gray eyes…”
“In my employ?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled ironically, “Allah, Durgesh, you make her sound like a Hollywood movie actress.”
“She’s good looking,” I admitted.
“Don’t know anyone,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shook her head.
“Know anyone by the name of Al Qāsim?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār thought.
“Yes,” she said, “I had a business deal at one time with a man by the name of Al Qāsim, some sort of a mining deal. I can’t remember much of it. As a successful businesswoman now, I have a lot of things on my mind. The way you talk about her, a man could have helped you more in the matter. A woman isn’t interested in a woman in the way a man is interested in her. However, I wanted to talk to you about my ex co wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“Well, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī separated. Now, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says there is something strange about that separation. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well.”
“Because they were never serious about getting along too well.” I smiled.
“Pseudo Islam, Pseudo Christianity, Pseudo Judaism, every religion, every ideology has its pseudo version now.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Actually, every person is not living his/her natural scientific life, neither s/he wants to.”
“I’m unable to follow you.”
“The scientific reason behind these separations and divorces is that man is actually a polygamist animal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Glad to hear it from you, a man himself. The womankind is monogamous in this matter.”
“That’s right. Actually, it needs five elements to run a family successfully.”
“Indeed?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled mockingly, “And what the hell are those bloody five elements?”
“The first one is a suitable system of life based on cold and hard eternal scientific facts, Sirātalmustaqīm, Panthā R’tasý.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Are you explaining me Al Qur’an Al Karīm? Are you a Maulānā? A muballigh-e-Islam? Sirātalmustaqīm? Allah, I can’t believe it. A Hindu is preaching Islam to a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young woman.”*
“I didn’t find any Āyat in Al Qur’an Al Karīm that prohibits an Ahal-e-Al Kitāb to explain the Tafsīlal Kitābi. The problem with you so called Musalmīn is that you neither know nor have the courage enough to believe that we Hindus are actually the Everfirst Musalmīn. And therefore we Hindus have every right to read, study, peruse Al Qur’an Al Karīm and preach it according to Al Kitāb. Al Qur’an Al Karīm says we get double ujr for it, double reward for it, than you Musalmīn get. Aqāmat-e-Dīn, Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī, is not you so called Musalmīn’s exclusive territory. ”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār gritted her teeth.
It was no use to debate with Durgesh on it.
She knew very well that she couldn’t prove me wrong.
Countless Musalmīn didn’t agree with me.
Yet, none of them could prove me wrong according to Al Qur’an Al Karīm and Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt.
The worst thing was they couldn’t prove wrong even Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār changed the subject.
It was a better course to follow for everyone that couldn’t win a debate.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had been turning to other interests. He was staying at the club a lot, playing a little poker, going out with his friends. But Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was not sitting home, pining her life away. They had just reached the point where they’d started to grow apart.”
“Neither of them wanted to save the marriage.” I commented.
“That’s right. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had found out that Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was smarter than he himself was. He wasn’t agree to play the second fiddle. I think even Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had also found out about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Pseudo Musalmān terrorist, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmān activities. She played smart not to fight on it with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I digested the information.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was really smart.
“They both had realized their marriage was a great mistake. They were not made for each other.”
“That’s the problem with marrying in a community.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would perhaps never married Al Nādir Al Ghāzī if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t a Musalmān and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s parents never insisted to marry their daughter with a Musalmān only.”
“Wasn’t it natural?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Sure, but where the parents of Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb failed was to believe that everything that shines is bound to be gold.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me appreciatively.
“Countless Musalmīn marry their daughters, their sisters today with ostensible Musalmīn without confirming whether he is really a Musalmān or not. They forget Allah has warned them, ‘Wa lā tunkiħū almusharikīn ħattā yu’minū’. Ħattā yu’minū is the important part here that prohibits a Musalmān to marry his/her daughter/sister with an ostensible Musalmān. It requires the confirmation of the Īmān of the bridegroom as Ved orders ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’.”
“Allah, are you again preaching me Islam, Maulānā Durgesh?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shouted at me angrily.*
“You Musalmīn are furious that someone that isn’t a Muslim reminds you what Islam really is. It exposes you ostensible Musalmīn. Doesn’t it?”
“Try to be a true Musalmān sometimes, if not always.”
She watched me angrily.
“Al Qur’an Al Karīm says, ‘Lā ikrāh fiddīni’ ‘No compulsion in religion’ too. Perhaps in your enthusiasm to preach me Islam, you are forgetting it.”
“Certainly not. You are still free to have your own opinion whatsoever you want to. Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors have influenced a large number of you Musalmīn too, I understand.”
She deliberately ignored my remark.
It was she that needed me now, not I that needed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“Anyway,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār tried once again to resume the subject, “When the separation came, neither Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb nor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had any hard feelings for each other. They both were so fed up of each other they both wanted to get rid of another one. No tears shed. No complaints even. It was just a plain business matter. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb a mine in New Mexico that looked pretty good. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted to have Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Media Empire that I’m running now. Nevertheless, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made her to compromise on the mine.”
“Any formal property settlement drawn up?” I asked.
“That’s where Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb defeated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī cleverly successfully. He made a blunder there. He didn’t have it formal, but Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had always been pretty square that way.”
“I see,” I smiled sarcastically.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ignored my reaction.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī both talked things over. He gave her this mine in New Mexico and they were going to see how it turned out.”
I didn’t say anything.
I only listened to her without making any comment whatsoever.
“If it turned out all right, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was going to take that as a complete property settlement. If it didn’t turn out so good, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī told her they’d make some sort of an adjustment.”
“It means Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more eager to get rid of her than Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was. He never hid his such a blunt eagerness to get rid of her. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb noticed it and carefully took every advantage she could.”
“I agree with you.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Most of the filthy rich men never care for such matters gravely even. They take it extremely carelessly. They never marry gravely actually. They purchase a beautiful plaything for them, instead of having a wife actually. They are always ready to pay for it. That’s what they think they have money for. Even when you fuck their beautiful wives they actually laugh at you that you are a damn fool mostly interested in the used Beauties.”
I smiled triumphantly.
“Their point of view and mine towards life is entirely different, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“They pay money for everything, I pay love for everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was startled.
“You can see yourself who the real damn fool is. I get love for love, sincerity, honesty, loyalty and the immense indebtedness from the Beauties they get rid of, thus. I keep my money too with me. They never get anything true from their wives even when they are their wives and they lose their money too. Moreover, I never see them as used Beauties. I see them as my fellow human beings that need something I can do for them. I never lose anything in doing that something for them. Instead, I myself enjoy them too much if they enjoy me. It’s the principle that you do everything for me that you can, and in return, I would do everything for you that I can. What the hell have I to lose in this lifestyle?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was watching me dumbfounded.
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Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sat back in the green swivel chair and contemplated her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, across her favorite desk.
Her Abbū had a dream to be the Mustafa Kemal Atatürk of entire Islamic World.
But whereas Mustafa Kemal Atatürk was practical, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was utopian more than practical.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not understand that the Musalmīn were never democratic practically except when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn were alive.
Maybe Abū Sufyān had embraced Islam ultimately sincerely after the victory of Mecca.
Yet, his ‘crown prince’, his Walī Åhad, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah bin Abū Sufyān, never forgot he was the crown prince of Mecca before Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam conquered Mecca.
He was never democratic, nor as sincere to Islam as Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd, Saifullah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was almost always in a state of high enthusiasm.
He had congratulated his daughter profusely, abundantly.
She had fulfilled his dream in Saudi Arabia.
Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had ignored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had revenged her for betraying her father.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never listened to her Ammī.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to explain to her daughter,
“Your Abbū is a bloody terrorist. He is a munāfiq, a Pseudo Musalmān. I punished him for his munāfiqat, his pseudo Īmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sarcastically.
“And I punished you for your insincerity to my Abbū as his wife. I can please Durgesh more, sexually, than you can. I’ve successfully replaced you in his life.”
“Because you are thirty two years younger than Durgesh?” Nafīsah Salmān, her Ammī, had smiled cunningly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan realized once again she owed her cunningness to her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, she detested so much.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, wasn’t cunning at all.
He was a utopian idealist Musalmān.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s utmost close sister.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was happy that Tawaħīd Bājī was too not less cunning than herself or their Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
What a great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not deny her own immense Musalmān beauty was due to her Ammī’s incredible eternal Musalmān beauty.
Nafīsah Salmān knew very well how to maintain her magical magnificent figure.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had congratulated her younger sister too.
She had happily recounted the details of her airplane trip down from Ved Nagar, accompanied by the Secret Service commando who had shown at Ålīgarh Muslim University a week ago.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had reported proudly that every passenger aboard was absorbed in a newspaper or weekly magazine filled with pictures of Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had recounted the excitement of her ride in the President House limousine too, of the photographers who had surrounded her outside the Al Ajm lobby, of her rescue.
Momentarily muted by her first visit to the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Office, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had then wanted to know everything about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan happily led her Tawaħīd Bājī on a tour of the Presidential House, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Manzil, pointing out the historical curiosities about which Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had learned and dreamed of ever since she understood why Durgesh was so loved and so admired by even his enemies.
Even Durgesh’s enemies wanted to be what Durgesh was today.
Yet they only wanted to be Durgesh.
It was their fantasy only.
They only fantasized to be Durgesh.
They never were serious about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was serious about it.
She studied gravely, deeply, profoundly, what Durgesh always cared for and his opponents never did, even though they were always jealous of Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan always watched Durgesh fucking her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
She wanted to know what her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, lacked and Durgesh doesn’t that her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, left her Abbū for Durgesh.
She found Durgesh loved animal wild sex similarly as her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, did.
Her Abbū hated animal wild sex.
It was the first reason her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, preferred Durgesh on her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
When having sex with each other, her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, and Durgesh, both were not even human.
They were entirely unashamed beasts, surrendered to their ever wild animal lust, without caring anything else whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her otherwise ever sophisticated Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, was so horniest the female beast.
Durgesh was so horniest male beast.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan decided to have Durgesh for herself too.
Yes, Durgesh was thirty two years elder to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were also even far more elder than Ummil Mominīn, Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā.
She was surprised by my firm tone, but always welcomed our conversations.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, we need to talk!”
For over ten year now it was just Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, her fifty five years old Hindu friend of her husband, Durgesh, and her nineteen-year old daughter Sādiyah Raħīm.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near forty now, a homebody, and still in pleasing shape.
Her tresses were raven black, only her hair-dresser knew for sure… Her ample bosom hadn’t sagged even a little.
Even forty years couldn’t do that.
Her skin showed no signs of age.
She could still turn heads if she wanted to.
I had not seen my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, in anything form-flattering since the old man, my friend, Muħammad Raħīm, was around.
At home she always wore a bra under her frumpy, baggy sweats.
Mostly green, or on a daring day, for her, I sometimes caught a glimpse of a black strap and once even, a red bra.
Though I thought that might have been Sādiyah Raħīm’s on a laundry day.
An occasional glimpse of the beautiful Musalmān cleavage showed the wear of four decades on a full exquisite female Musalmān figure.
Her chest never revealed even some wrinkles and the natural effects of gravity on a well-endowed Musalmān woman.
Her legs were nicely muscled, as she had never been taught to drive, so biking and walking had served her well.
And either by design or comfort, she often wore very skimpy, tight shorts in her garden or for her daily runs or rides.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn sometimes got wolf-calls and whistles from bold Hindus and she could truly catch my eye when she leaned over the handle bars and peddled swiftly.
The pumping motion often made me wish that her swaying Musalmān breasts would one day spill over the top of her almost transparent bra.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been a middle-management secretary back in the day.
Schlepping, filing and pleasing a typical ladder-climbing idiot of a boss.
She worked overtime and through lunch, and ordered her own flowers for “appreciation day.”
After closing a big deal, the boss would escort her to a hotel lounge for a single appletini and offer a snide jab that her career would advance quicker if she spent more time under my desk than in front of it.
The crude sexual remarks elicited only a smirk.
She sometimes daydreamed that if my remarks were sincere or even clever, she would drag me into the elevator and up to one of the luxury suites on the upper floors.
She once joked that they could settle a sexual harassment suit out of court.
Her boss merely smiled, drained his glass and scanned the room for younger talent.
For the past ten years, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had become a stay at home Ammī for her children.
She cooked, cleaned and cared for kids while nearly abandoning her own identity.
I was, beside the Mayor of Ved Nagar, a web designer and programmer.
I spent countless hours online and on porn sites to know how to make and use them positively.
I dreamed-up various positive scenarios on my laptop, with every fantasy woman from Xena to the Flying Nun.
After trolling internet spank-sites into the early morning, I would “run one off” and then hunker down for another day.
I had never been a jock.
Though my upscale, early life had afforded me rich-man privileges. I surfed the Pacific off the shore of their Malibu beach house.
I took riding lessons and belonged to a posh club.
This however was long ago.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s wealthy husband had left them with nothing but bills.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn won custody of a beachfront home they could not afford and platinum cards that served only as anchors.
In came the dot.com.
Boom and soon, my dexterity with a mouse came as a saving grace.
I was soon able to pay down the family debt and transfer Sādiyah Raħīm from a community college to a “big-name” Pac-10 school.
Their life was suddenly golden and the family adored me.
I was classically handsome in this “Hollywood” town.
With dark hair and warm black eyes I always got an offer or a look, every now and then.
When I sat my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, down for our “talk”, I had already steeled my nerves with a little juice and had worked my diabolical scheme online for weeks.
In my mind, all my money went into this home and to Sādiyah Raħīm and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn.
I believed I could easily be on my own, living the high-life.
Instead, every day was a round-up of shopping-lists, utility bills, school work and more.
The beach-bunnies and bachelor-pad were nowhere to be found and it was time someone paid.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I began, “it’s time for some changes. You and Sādiyah Raħīm have to start doing more around here.”
“Well of course Durgesh, you are the breadwinner and we would do anything to help out. What can I do for you, dear? Anything we can do to help, you just ask.” This was the only way Åāliyah Kamāluddīn knew how to answer.
She sat pleasantly on the couch, in shorts and a thin blouse.
Dark, full black locks framed her face and lay gently on her shoulders.
Her family was European Årabian and they all inherited the shiny, black hair and olive complexion.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn seldom wore makeup at home, and that only lipstick and liner to high-light her big, doey eyes.
She was content to remain invisible and anonymous.
Her hands were folded delicately in her lap, her long fingers intertwined.
Light-green shorts riding up her thighs and stretching tightly across her wide hips.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s tanned legs showed her toned calves and thick quads.
And her bare legs were crossed at the ankles with one canvas sandal precariously balanced on the toes of her right foot.
These Åāliyah Kamāluddīn-Durgesh talks always lifted her spirits.
She sat her teacup on the inlaid coffee table and scooted to the edge of the sofa.
She looked directly into my eyes.
It was good to see me taking charge of a situation and she was pleased to see me assert myself more.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had taken on the role of the facilitator and always tried to ease family friction.
No sense beating around the bush.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, frankly I’m horny. I’m not getting enough sex in this home, and I want to make some changes, here.”
She was surprised at that, naturally.
And coming from her husband’s ever best friend, even if I was the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She wasn’t sure what I was trying to say.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I tried again, “I’m going to change the dynamics here.”
She was thoroughly confused, shifting her position, and taking on a look of concern.
She tried her best to discern my intent.
“Do you mean you need more privacy, or that you want to have more beautiful Musalmān girlfriends over? Would you like us to stay out of the way on certain nights? You want to have sex. That’s fine, you’re a Hindu, I understand.”
This just tended to infuriate me.
And now anger was increasing moreover.
“Yes, sex, that’s it. In this house. And whenever I want it. And it starts tonight!”
My face reddening as I rose and paced the room ominously.
My ego grew with each repressed desire.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was flustered and not quite comprehending.
“Durgesh, it’s late, Sādiyah Raħīm’s staying with a friend and I can make myself scarce. Let me gather a few things and I’ll ride over to my friend, Lailā’s.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn rose to leave and as she tried to pass, I grabbed her wrist and said,
“You don’t get it, do you? I want sex. I want it, now. And I want it from you.” I blurted it out and liked the way it sounded.
Then I roughly pulled her back onto the couch.
She was just catching up with my last words, ..
“I want it from you.”
Her beautiful dark, brown eyes grew wide. “Durgesh, are you crazy? I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān!”
Beads of sweat appeared at her temples and her heart-rate soared.
I sat on top of her to plant her in her place.
Her head started thrashing wildly, her ebon locks clinging to her face and loose strands flying in all directions.
Her strong gams kicked at me as her sandals flew across the living room.
Her grunts of exertion were working like a tonic on my conception of things and she felt my Hindu manhood begin to swell.
The thrill of the hunt was always better than the trophy!
I pushed her sweaty, disheveled excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body into the cushions and figured my next move.
It was now or never and I had already gone too far to stop.
Her protests increased verbally and physically as her resistance started.
Allah, Allah, Nooooooooooooooo!
Yes, she had lost her mind while flirting with Durgesh.
But not sex!
She teased Durgesh, seduced Durgesh, but it was only a tease.
She wasn’t prepared even to have sex with the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She shrieked in my face and tried to heave me off her.
I was sitting on her belly, my left hand clasping both her wrists and my right hand violently yanking her shorts down her legs.
“You grab my Uncut Hindu Penis every now and then, don’t you? You play with it and suck it every night when you think it’s safe and I’m sound asleep. You even undress me yourself then, undress yourself too, straddle me and fuck me almost entire night. Don’t you?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was dumbfounded.
“You, you were never asleep? You, you were always wide-awake?”
“What do you think? Aren’t you one of the utmost beautiful Musalmān wives my Musalmān friends have and always crazy for me? You are already enjoying the ultimate pleasure with me, while I always suppress my feelings for you.”
“I, I’m sorry. I was fed up, frustrated actually.”
“What the hell do you mean, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn?”
“I needed such videos to show to my husband.”
I was startled.
“He always refuses me to straddle him. He doesn’t have sex with me properly. I boasted to him that even you let me straddle yourself. He didn’t believe and laughed at me.”
“Your ever righteous Musalmān friend challenged me to make our videos and show them to him, if you really allow me to straddle you.”
“And you did it? Are you crazy?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn blazed at me suddenly,
“Shut up, you damn fool. Every Musalmān houselady that’s beautiful, is crazy for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Not me aloneeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”*
I watched her incredulously.
“So, you prepared our videos yourself and gave him?”
“It wasn’t necessary.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said disinterested, “I only had to agree. He himself made entire arrangements.”
“And do you know what he is doing with those videos of us? He is using them to make our adult movies. You are now a wonderful, one of the utmost successful porn stars, with me.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wasn’t startled.
She wasn’t dumbfounded.
Instead, she smiled cunningly.
“And my husband himself is doing it?”
“That’s what I wanted.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
“I told him he is a pimp, not any sophisticated person. And now he himself has proved it.”
“Are you crazy? He is selling our porn videos.”
“He isn’t alone,”
“What do you mean?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has made Pseudo Musalmīn either to surrender to their cuckolding to their beautiful Musalmān womankind and you, or leave Modern Democratic Årabia and live the vagabond life of a refugee.”
“That’s the exact punishment the terrorists, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has decided even not let them unite anywhere. Their unity has always proved harmful to humanity.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, but…”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn mused.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right.”
“Not always.” I said disapprovingly, “No one is always right except Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Allah, God. Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, you are a Musalmān lady. You can’t appreciate anyone beyond a limit. Alhamdulillah. Y’ ék ittamu sŧuhi. Mā chidanyasvishansat sakhāyo mā rishañyat.”*
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!
She has spread so many white lies about my unique legendary sexual prowess that almost entire Musalmān houseladies believed if they hadn’t have sex with me ever, they haven’t enjoyed even their life optimum as a woman.
My Uncut Hindu Penis wasn’t the biggest one, neither the monster as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever cunning, ever shrewdest, ever smart, ever preplanned untrue Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread the white lie everywhere.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I gritted my teeth, “Stop spreading white lies about my ever incredible unique legendary sexual prowess.”
“Am I harming you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed straddling me aggressively as usual.
“Not me, and don’t try to bribe me by straddling me aggressively every when I want to talk with you on some grave matter.”
“It’s bribery?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked into my eyes seductively, “It isn’t my ever exclusive wifely love for my ever sexiest Hindu husband?”
“Why do you and your ever obedient Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread white lies about my Uncut Hindu Penis? You and your entire Young Musalmān lady Brigade know with your own constant experiences that I don’t have the biggest penis…”
“Who the hell is interested in the damn biggest penis? They want only to experience the thrill of having sex with the utmost sexiest Hindu.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,”
“A large number of them want to have only the ultimate intimacy with you, to feel the pride of it their entire life. They damn care about the truthfulness of the fantastic stories we spread of your ever miraculous sexual prowess. They live in dreams. They want to keep living in dreams. They never want to come out of it. That’s the tragedy of not only us womankind, but of us entire humankind as well.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, Durgesh.” Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī smiled gravely at me.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī watched Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī disappear into the Masjid.
A good girl, this one, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thought, and brave for so young.
She was nineteen only, wasn’t she?
They were lucky to have her enlisted in their cause.
He wondered what she was doing in the Masjid right now.
I smiled at Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī in the Masjid.
“You are right, sir. Your stepson is actually a terrorist.” Nineteen years old, Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī, reported to me.
None could believe she was a journalist and hated terrorism very much.
“You know your Ammī and I had a close relationship.” I said gravely.
“Am I your daughter?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī asked impatiently.
Al Qahar Al Īmān smiled.
“Durgesh is incapable to father any daughter. Don’t worry.”
“Would you still let your daughter, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, marry that pig terrorist?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī asked Al Qahar Al Īmān.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār wants to cuckold him to Durgesh and herself.” Al Qahar Al Īmān smiled, “Moreover, you need a supporter and friend in the enemy’s camp.”
“I admire your Ammī.” I said.
“Yet you couldn’t keep her with you.” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī said bitterly, “My Ammī, Dr. Al Faraħ Al Shams, left her husband for you, and…”
“For me?” I interrupted her, “Who told you?”
Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī hesitated somewhat.
“Didn’t you both love each other?”
“We do. We still love each other, but your Ammī is fighting against Muslim terrorism. She wants to remain in the enemy’s camp.”
“Leading a life of celibacy?”
“Certainly not. She is a lot smarter than even you think of her.” I smiled, “She pretends that she is working on me to expose me.”
“To expose you?”
“Sure, she is writing a biographical book on me. She wants to blast my ever unconquerable image of a Profound Multiversalist Humanist and the ultramodern Messiah of the entire womankind.”
“And they believe her?”
“That’s where your Ammī’s skills come to play the utmost critical role. It wasn’t easy to convince them. Yet she succeeded.”
“How do you know?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī asked gravely unemotionally.
I looked at her gravely myself.
What did Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī want to say?
Did she suspect her own Ammī, Dr. Al Faraħ Al Shams, too?
Was the nineteen years old miraculously intelligent young woman doubting my so vast experience with Musalmān Womankind?
Well, why not?
Even I wasn’t all knowing, Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
Lā ilāh illillāh.
Ekam Sadviprā bahudhā vadanti.*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s hands remained at rest on the keyboard of his HVSI laptop.
He contemplated the last sentence he had written.
There were only few educated persons among mujāhidīn.
Among mujāhidāt this number is almost zero.
Entire efforts to kill Narendr Modī have always backfired.
Now Narendr Modī is the 15th Prime Minister of India.
The more he thought of Narendr Modī, the more confirmed he was that Durgesh was himself Narendr Modī in his one more subtle body.
No one believed him.
They even laughed at him.
Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was still confident.
It was powerful enough to cap the opening section of his book, a provocative, a confrontational sentence that would surely bring a million readers excitedly into the heart of his sensational story.
Yet, perhaps, as things stood, it promised too much.
His book ‘Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan: Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā’ was still a best seller.
No one had approved it before publication.
But now it was a blockbuster in sales.
Yes, there are so many critics too.
But the more the book was criticized the more its sale was increased.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is an established writer now, perhaps even more popular than Durgesh himself now.
Durgesh has destroyed his entire career as a writer himself knowingly.
He is more devoted to his Family Movement now than he is devoted to anything else.
The moron is crazy to reestablish family everywhere.
His organization of similar morons, HVSI, is no doubt now ruling the entire creations actually.
Yet, Durgesh is only its Lifelong Chairman, nothing more.
Considering the evidences that he was providing in his book ‘Narendr Modī or Durgesh himself?’, the categorical and authoritative ring of that sentence might invite a subsequent letdown and a reaction of antagonism from his book’s next reader.
And that might be fatal.
Thoughtfully, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī weighed the possibility of modifying the last sentence, in fact the last paragraphs:
‘I would never claim that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā.
I have listed my entire arguments supporting my view in my concerned book ‘Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan: Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā’ already.
Similarly, I would never claim that Narendr Modī is really Durgesh himself in his another subtle body.
I am enlisting my entire arguments why I do think so.
Peruse them carefully, I request.
Think on them.
And then take your own decision for yourself.
Is there any solution to this dilemma fairer?’*
A year ago, Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī’s Ammī, Dr. Al Faraħ Al Shams, had been press secretary for Durgesh, the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
She had given up her job as managing editor of the HVSI Times and moved to the Mayor House.
“It is not exactly the Front Page,” Dr. Al Faraħ Al Shams said ruefully, smiling somewhat, “But I like being on television and meeting rich socialites. Now I’ve got to leave you for an hour.”
Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī pointed at her beautiful Ammī, still immensely beautiful despite her thirty eight running.
Almost entire ladies that had sex with Durgesh did never appear of their age.
Durgesh himself looked anywhere between twenty eight to thirty five, never anymore.
Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī was the most wonderful of them.
She was eighty eight years actually, twenty three years older than Durgesh even.
Yet she never appeared more than sixty.
Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan correct in her Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot vaginal rheostat theory changing lines of force with every penetration?*
Bābarah Åālamgīr was immensely pleased that ultimately she had gotten Durgesh inside her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan guided her step by step how to do it.
“Durgesh is an ever over moral damnfool.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had grimaced.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I do understand. But we need him.”
“That’s right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “He still opposes the cuckolding of terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn while they are still killing the innocent non Musalmīn, and even true Musalmīn, in the name of Islam.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr watched her mentor spellbound.
She could not forget, however:
On Nargis Sunil Dutt street, in Bājī Rāo Mastānī Nagar, facing the wall of the old city, sat a large luxurious house.
It belonged to Al Åbd Al Mustafā.
He was the father of the owner of the Al Mustafā Shipping Company.
His daughter was not only the owner of the Al Mustafā Shipping Company, she was the owner of the most of the taxicabs of the island as well.
The island was one of the utmost infamous Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Islands.
Al Åbd Al Mustafā and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr waited anxiously as Muħammad cleaned up and changed into dry clothing after his swim ashore.
Al Åbd Al Mustafā and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr both knew that the appearance of Al Muħammad on Modern Democratic Årabia meant a top level mission for Al Fataħ Al Islam.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s policy had been adamantly to cuckold almost every Musalmān to his over ardent Musalmān wife and Durgesh/her Hindu lover.
Neither Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nor her ever insistent ever persistent anti-Muslim Young lady Musalmān Brigade was ever ready to listen to anything reasonable from any Musalmān whosoever.
They had immense undisputed faith in Dr. Ålī Sina’s claim that every Musalmān was either a terrorist or a potential terrorist.
Despite Durgesh’s open disagreement with Dr. Ålī Sina in this matter, and in so many other matters too, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade never stopped to cuckold Musalmīn to themselves and Durgesh.
Modern Democratic Årabia wasn’t actually democratic only.
It was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade’s obsession too, under different rational and humane disguises.
Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi had never succeeded in disgracing Islam as much as in Modern Democratic Årabia.
Al Fataħ Al Islam was an organization devoted to the exodus of Musalmīn from Modern Democratic Årabia.
The emigrated Musalmīn thus were not being settled to any particular country.
They were just fleeing away from Modern Democratic Årabia to protect their dignity, manhood, self-respect, honor and their religion as well.
Modern Democratic Årabia too had its religion Islam mostly but constitutionally it was a secular country now, as India was.
The Musalmīn that opposed her new secular constitution were warned by Modern Democratic Årabia government to decide to obey the constitution or be punished according to the new secular penal code of Modern Democratic Årabia.
Even Durgesh refused to interfere in the internal affairs of Modern Democratic Årabia.
“It’s an internal affair of Modern Democratic Årabia. I haven’t any moral, legal or political right to comment on it.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade smiled on it, triumphantly.
Al Fataħ Al Islam was helping smuggle Musalmīn to anywhere they chose to immigrate.
However, as fast as the Modern Democratic Årabia government caught the Al Fataħ Al Islam boats trying to run the blockade the Musalmān muhājirīn, refugees actually, would be transferred to the detention camps.
Al Muħammad, in a fresh change of clothing, entered the room and nodded to Al Åbd Al Mustafā and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
Al Muħammad and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr were intimate friends for a long time.
Yet, both of them didn’t trust Al Åbd Al Mustafā blindly ever.
The risk was not the lives of the Musalmīn.
It was their cuckolding.
That was the very thing they were running away from.
They played a role of formality in front of Al Åbd Al Mustafā.
After all, Al Åbd Al Mustafā was only a sympathizer, not a member of their organization, Al Fataħ Al Islam.
Al Muħammad got right to the point.
“Headquarters has sent me here to stage a mass escape from the detention camps. The reasons are obvious to all of us. What is your opinion, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr?”*
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr watched Al Muħammad gravely.
“She is absolutely anti-Muslim. Even her dream Hindu man, Durgesh, is against the cuckolding of anyone, but…”
“I don’t believe.” Al Muħammad said harshly.
“Is it correct that even you are cuckold to your wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir and Durgesh?”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr smiled forlornly.
“It was the only way to survive then. Not only me, even Imām Ůmar Fārūq, Muħammad Ůsmān and Ålī Abī Tālib too have been cuckolded, not to their immensely righteous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives only, but to their entire Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful.”
“Why the hell you, all the four, didn’t opt for Hijrat already, instead?” Al Muħammad was furious.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never allowed. She called us four her Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn. Ridiculed and disgraced us tremendously.”
“And you couldn’t do anything?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was disgracing our Musalmān houseladies in front of us. We had to protect them.” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said helplessly.
Al Muħammad paced the room thoughtfully.
He had been sent to Al Riyāz months before by the secret army of Al Wahābīs.
It was a shame that Musalmīn were still fighting desperately for their own particular denomination, instead of fighting for entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too smart to be defeated.
“She is the lady Iblīs personified.” Al Åbd Al Mustafā had said, “Perhaps Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi himself has come again as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan now.”
“They call her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā herself reincarnated.”
“She has learned black magic from Durgesh.” Muħammad Ůsmān had commented.
Al Muħammad had watched them sympathetically.
The morons didn’t even know there isn’t any black magic anywhere.
Allah, how superstitious his Ummat-e-Muslimah is.
No doubt the utmost smart, utmost cunning, young Musalmān lady, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade is successfully cuckolding these damn fools to their Musalmān womankind and Durgesh.
Yazīd Malåūn had carefully watched the Musalmīn never get proper education.
Al Muħammad and dozens of the other members of Al Fataħ Al Islam smuggled themselves into the compounds of refugees without the knowledge of the forces of Modern Democratic Årabia, or so they thought.
They set up the schools, hospitals and Masājid, built sanitation facilities, and organized light industry.
Some of the refugees, however, turned back.
They were hopeless people who cared for normalcy and facilities more than their own dignity self respect and freedom.
Perhaps Durgesh was right.
Perhaps there were really some persons who are immensely under evolved that could be classified as ‘Vixu Jantavah’, ‘worms among the people’.
Despite every effort from Al Fataħ Al Islam the refugees were so afraid of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade that they refused outright to fight against them and Modern Democratic Årabia.
They still said that the former rule on Saåūdī Årab was worse than Modern Democratic Årabia.*
Was it really?
Al Muħammad couldn’t contradict it truthfully.
If even a few of the Musalmīn preferred even their cuckolding instead of choosing to live in an Islamic country, it was certainly the time to think how Islamic the so called Islamic countries were.
It reported the horrific truth.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade was absolutely correct.
Most of the present day Musalmīn were not Musalmīn actually.
They were Pseudo Musalmīn.
Their countries were not Islamic countries.
They were Pseudo Musalmīn countries too.
Al Muħammad was horrified for a moment to realize it.
Yet, he knew very well, not to surrender to the truth even if you know it.
The rest of the Pseudo Musalmīn would kill you as they were killing the non Musalmīn.
It wasn’t Islam.
It could never be.
It was really the bloody Årab Imperialism as Anwar Sheikh claimed.
Nevertheless Al Muħammad wasn’t a damn fool to sacrifice his precious life for something called truth.
He wanted to survive.
Who the hell doesn’t?
Al Åbd Al Mustafā and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr, with the other members of Al Fataħ Al Islam, gave military training to several thousand men and women among the muhājirīn.
They used sticks as rifles and rocks as grenades for the training.
They did it, because it was the only thing they could do.
However, the continuous constant triumphs of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade on the traditional mujāhidīn, had raised a doubt in their hearts whether Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade is actually correct?
Is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt really a rheostat and a Stavak Uncut Hindu Lund is really an electro bar magnet that cuts lines of forces while penetrating a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt?
Is Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Science really true?
Al Muħammad must know better.
Yet, how was it possible Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan won Modern Democratic Årabia only by fucking Durgesh?
If Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Science isn’t true, how Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade is never defeated?
How Narendr Modī won India?
There are some questions to be answered.
Musalmīn were always a military power.
They defeated Christians, Jews, and Persians.
But Hindus were never defeated fully.
If the military power was the ultimate power really as the Musalmīn still believed, why Hindus were ever unconquerable?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade claim it’s Hindus’ Vajr.
Hindus’ male genial organ that is converted into Vajr when Hindus meditate, offer Stavans.
Allah, who the hell could believe in this utter nonsense?
Even if a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman converts her Musalmān Cunt into a vaginal rheostat, why not a Musalmān penis similarly becomes an electro bar magnet?
Why an Uncut Hindu Penis is needed instead?
It’s utter nonsense.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an anti-Muslim.
So is her Young lady Musalmān Brigade too.
Al Åbd Al Mustafā was only twenty two years of age.
Yet he was the commander of Al Fataħ Al Islam here.
If the Modern Democratic Årabia government had gotten wind that there were the members of Al Fataħ Al Islam inside the camps they kept quiet about it.
They were still guarding from the outside.
They didn’t have any desire to go into the hate riddled compounds.
“How many people do you want to escape?” Al Åbd Al Mustafā asked.
“Three hundred, more or less.”
Al Åbd Al Mustafā shook his head.
“We have a few tunnels dug but those lead to the sea. As you know the main problem we have is our people themselves don’t want to leave their own homes. They lack jazba-e-hijrat very much.”
“That’s right,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade call us terrorists outright, instead of mujāhidīn. Even our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are with them, not with us. Durgesh never wants to cuckold even us, even if we kill, massacre, the so called innocent persons.”
“Innocent my foot,” Al Muħammad shouted, “They have successfully replaced our pro Sunni pro Wahābī administration with their so called Modern Democratic Årabia administration. Modern Democratic Årabia doesn’t discriminate any more among Sunnis, Shiås, Aħmadīs etc. All the denominations of Islam are living in Modern Democratic Årabia now entirely legally.”
“They are imitating Hindustan.” Al Åbd Al Mustafā laughed ironically, “The Musalmān womankind now don’t have her ideal in Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Her ideal is Durgesh now.”
“They claim we are wrong.” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “Durgesh himself respects Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn, Saħābah karām razī Allāhu Tålā ånahum ajmaåīn. Durgesh himself is a Muslim. He has a Hindu father and Wahābī Musalmān mother.”
“Then why doesn’t he support us Musalmīn for our Al Jihad fil Islam fī sabīlillah?” Al Muħammad shouted.
“Instead,” Al Åbd Al Mustafā laughed sarcastically, “his Young Musalmān lady Brigade declares Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah.”
“It was not what Durgesh wanted himself.” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr explained gravely, “Durgesh is against it. It’s one of the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade.”
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7. On Islam
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The June morning dawned bright and warm.
It was a beautiful day for a wedding.
I had set my alarm for 6 a.m.
My criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, was getting married today.
Despite Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s every effort, she could not make her ever-stupid son to see the changing environment of the globe.
He wasn’t ever a member of any terrorist group, nevertheless he never found anything irreligious in any of that anti justice anti human organizations.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī decided not to marry him ever until he isn’t human at least somewhat.
Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s scheme again backfired.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, as he was himself now.
“You do understand he can join any terrorist group anytime,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī told Al Jihad Al Vaqār curtly, “Don’t you?”
“I doubt it, Ammī.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār cooed, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t join them when it was easier for the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists to survive and succeed. Now, Narendr Modī is in power in India. Have you forgotten what Narendr Modī did in Gujarat with these bloody Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists?”*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled confidently.
The bloody Alkuffār.
Everyone is thinking Islam has lost forever.
Hindutv is in power now.
Not Narendr Modī.
No doubt, the Hindu scoundrel is lucky.
Every effort to kill Narendr Modī has backfired till now, without any exception.
There are millions of Musalmīn.
How many of them the Hindus can arrest?
How many of them the Hindus can hang till they don’t die?
He had proposed to kill Nawaz Sharif in India, at least, if not Narendr Modī.
However, none listened to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
They think Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is stupid.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī sat at the wheel of the marvelous green seat of his Station Wagon.
The Indian Mujahidin are too afraid of Narendr Modī.
They think he is immortal now.
Nonsense, no one is immortal.
Let Al Nādir Al Ghāzī kill the root, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, first.
It was Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever unashamed shameless Musalmān lady brigade that always protect Hindus.
They always betray Musalmīn.
The persons like Jāved Akħtar, Salīm, etcetera have surrendered to Hindus already.
It’s not important what they say.
They have to do it for their own survival.
Kalma-e-kufr is allowed in Islam to self survival if there isn’t another option.
Islam isn’t a dīn of stupidity, irrespective of what the foolish Al Kuffār say.*
I got out of the hotel bed, and walked into the bathroom to get showered before seven.
According to the plan of the bride and groom, each one would share a wedding day breakfast with the other’s parents.
In this case, it meant that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s bride-to-be, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, would be having breakfast, with me, in my hotel room, and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would have breakfast with Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s parents, Al Jalāl Al Wahāb and Al Qahar Al Īmān.
I was grave for my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
He was marrying a great girl.
It didn’t hurt that she was beautiful from head to toe either.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was a 26 year old interior decorator who’d met Al Nādir Al Ghāzī through mutual friends.
The attraction was immediate and after 2 years of courtship, he’d asked her to be his wife.
I slipped on a pair of loose fitting sweats and a casual t-shirt.
A knock on the door announced that room service was there.
The bellhop wheeled a cart in filled with different covered trays.
Quickly and quietly the bellhop set the table up for two.
I paid him a tip and he left.
I lifted the lids of each dish and found Belgian waffles under one, strawberries under another, a bowl of whipped cream, scrambled eggs on a plate, and sausages under another.
A carafe of coffee and a bottle of orange juice completed the meal.
I imagined Al Jihad Al Vaqār wouldn’t be too hungry, as is, having wedding day jitters.
But just in case, I’d made sure I ordered a good breakfast.
Promptly at 7 a.m., there was a knock on my hotel room door.
I answered it and there stood my knockout beautiful, soon to be ‘daughter in law’, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“Good morning, dad,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said as she smiled, leaned in and kissed me on my cheek.
I invited her in and ushered her over to the table of waiting food.
I pulled her chair out for her as she sat down.
I took the chair across from her.
Like me, Al Jihad Al Vaqār was very casually dressed for this hour of the morning.
She wore a thick bathrobe under which she wore a short cream colored chemise with boy shorts.
“Would it bother you terribly if I took my robe off, dad?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked.
“Of course not Al Jihad Al Vaqār, get comfortable girl.” I replied.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār stood up and took the robe off.
She walked the robe over to the coat rack by the door and hung it there.
I was mesmerized as I watched her walk over to hang the robe up.
I’d never seen Al Jihad Al Vaqār in anything other than classy suits or blue jeans.
The chemise she wore was soft ivory and hung just below the cheeks of her excellent heavy plump luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.
Her legs were long and slender and she was very shapely.
When she turned and walked back towards the table, even I had to catch my breath.
The front of the chemise was cut low and rested on the top of her breasts that were full and filled out the front of the chemise.
I could actually see her beautiful nipples poking through the fabric.
She was one beautiful Musalmān woman I thought again.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled as she sat down across from me.
She enjoyed a good relationship with her soon to be father in law.
I’d made her feel like part of the family from the start.
I razzed her just as much as I did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and my 3 other Musalmān stepsons.
She’d always admired me.
She also found me very attractive.
Even far more attractive, far more romantic and far sexier than her soon to be husband was.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a handsome man, but he looked more like his mother than his father.
More feminine than masculine.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s hair was sandy brown like his mother’s, as well as having his mother’s green eyes.
My hair was a dark black, and I was not even starting to grey at my temples, as some men in my age did.
My eyes too were black and framed by spiky long lashes.
Even in my medium height, I stood a full 3 inches taller than my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
I stood up and started to remove the lids from the food.
“I didn’t know what you’d want, but I knew you liked Belgian waffles so I ordered them and all of this. I hope you’re hungry, young lady.” I smiled warmly at Al Jihad Al Vaqār. “Would you like me to make the bride a plate?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled back at me,
“Actually Dad, I am hungry, but my nerves are a little edgy. May we just sit and talk for a little bit before we eat? It will calm my nerves.”
“Sure hon'” I said, “C’mon, come sit on the bed and we’ll chat like friends.” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār and I got comfortable on the bed.
I sat with my back against the headboard and Al Jihad Al Vaqār sat cross-legged in front of me.
“Is that better?” I asked.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed at my friendly remark and said,
“This is fine, dad.”
She sat there looking at me and couldn’t explain the weird feeling coming over her.
I was sitting there smiling at her and she had this unexplainable urge to kiss me.
How incredible it was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad always said,
“No beautiful woman, irrespective of her age, can ever resist Durgesh’s infinite masculine charms. Durgesh complains that no woman let him continue ever a platonic relationship with her. But how the hell can anyone? Durgesh has infinite Bhogchakr.”
Is it true?
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
She never believed in the ever ridiculous Bhogchakr theory of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Musalmān lady brigade.
It was a nonsense.*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had parked his station wagon from the Iron Gate at the entrance of the massive Ashvinātam Masjid.
He kept an eye on the University young ladies and even mature Musalmān beautiful ladies going inside for Al Fajir mass.
It was the tenth and last day of their Ijlās.
If their quarry arrived today, as he had the previous nine mornings, the pattern was set.
They would place the dynamite in the tunnel beneath the street tonight.
They would detonate the explosives and assassinate their tremendously scorned enemy, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the founder of HLMCIC.
Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Clubs.
Let the ever-democratic scoundrel go to hell.
Even if they couldn’t kill Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the so called Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā reincarnated due to her immensely incredible black magic powers, they could kill at least her immensely respected Abbū, the devil incarnate,
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī peered at his wristwatch.
“You’d better go in now,” he said quietly to the young lady in the front seat beside him. “If the bastard is on schedule, he should be here in five minutes.”
“Do I have to?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī smiled devilishly, “What purpose? He’d never get to the damn Masjid, Ashvinātam Masjid, hunh, tomorrow morning.”
“For positive identification,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled cunningly, “They want to fuck our muqaddas, pious, Pāk, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ladies. Let them. Who the hell are more pious than the Mujāhidāt themselves? Hindu scoundrels, fuck Mujāhidāt and be damned. Our Mujāhidāt would keep you busy 24×7 in sex with them. They’d give birth to your Hindu sons who would be the Mujāhidīn next generation, as we are.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan has planned to expose us to the true Musalmīn, as he calls them.” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī smiled sarcastically.
“True Musalmīn? Who support the ever coward Hindus?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled curtly.
“Now they are in power, don’t forget.”
“I won’t, ever,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said bitterly. “I want you to see him close up. We’ve got to be certain he is Al Saåīd Al Qādir, the deputy prime minister in charge of defense, and no other. Go ahead, Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī, it’s the last time.”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun,”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun,”
They never said, “Allah Ħāfiz,”
They always said, ‘Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun’, instead.
It was their code somewhat even.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was nineteen only, while Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was twenty nine already.
“Fa qatulū almusharikīn,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said.
“Ħaysu wajadttumūhum.” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī said.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī watched her leave the car, cross over, and reach the landing below the massive Masjid door.
Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī fell in among other worshipers at the steps, climbing up and going inside the Masjid.*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār tried to dispel the thought from her mind, but it wouldn’t shake.
Even worse, her thoughts started getting more provocative about me.
I sat there a little thoughtful by the strange look on Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s face.
One moment she’d been smiling at me and now she was sitting there staring at me with this peculiar look.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār, are you okay?” I said in a concerned voice.
As if in a daze, Al Jihad Al Vaqār got up on her knees and inched herself intimately close to me.
Without saying a word, she placed her extremely beautiful red crimson luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips on mine and tenderly kissed me.
Inhaling she could take in my masculine Hindu scent and her kiss became a little more searching as her tongue pried its way between my lips.
Now I fully understood the weird look on Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s face, but what I didn’t understand was why in the hell was I returning her kiss?
She was about to marry my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
Oh how her mouth was warm sweet though.
I sucked her extremely beautiful red crimson luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips in between mine while my hands began to explore what was under the chemise.
Right before my eyes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār raised the chemise above and over her head and threw it on the floor.
Her breasts were stunning.
My mouth watered just looking at them.
My hands reached out for them and I grasped and caressed them.
No words were spoken as passion overtook the both of us.
We both knew what our actions were leading up to, but as if possessed by a hunger we couldn’t explain we didn’t stop.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār, only in her boy shorts straddled My lap and began to kiss me again.
Our kiss was hungry and passionate.
My cock was hard and I could feel it pressing against Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s pussy.
I grabbed a hand full of her excellent heavy plump luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pulled her even closer to me as we kissed.
Pushing myself away from the headboard, I laid Al Jihad Al Vaqār down in front of me.
Staring at her sexy body, I removed my t-shirt and stripped my sweats off.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was long, thick and very erect as my sweats came off.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār started to slide her boy shorts down, when I took over and slid them completely off for her.
Smiling at her, I bowed my head down and inhaled her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It was warm and musky.
Easing myself down between her legs, I spread them apart.
Her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was beautifully shaven.
Wrapping my mouth fully over it, I kissed it passionately.
My lips ravaged her.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks bucked under me and her hands pressed my head deeper into her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Yes, Durgesh, kiss me, kiss me there.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār huskily whispered.
I drove Al Jihad Al Vaqār wild when I kissed across her clit.
I loved this.
At this moment, I did not care that Al Jihad Al Vaqār was about to marry my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
She had chosen to allow me this privilege and I sure as hell wasn’t going to pass it up.
Let the anti-human Pseudo Musalmān terrorist suffer, even if he was my stepson.
Let him get punished.
I knew once with me, Al Jihad Al Vaqār would never return to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī completely.
She could never forget the immense sexual bliss she would get from me.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t give its ten percent even.
Pressing my head hard against her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt herself about to cum.
Her orgasm overtook her and spread through her entire body.
I had already stopped doing what I was doing.
As her orgasm subsided, I kissed her clit once more and then got up on top of her.
Kneeing her legs open a bit more, I positioned my ultra-hard Uncut Hindu Cock and then drove it deep inside Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
Her excellent young Musalmān body bucked and we both moaned loudly.
With an ardent intensity, I began to work my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her silky Musalmān pussy.
All the while, Al Jihad Al Vaqār moaned loudly and called out my name.
It was a good thing that her parent’s room, was on another floor of the hotel.
Anyone walking by the room would have clearly heard what was going on inside.
Her calling out my name only turned me on more and I worked my Uncut Hindu Cock even harder pounding into her.
Getting up on my knees, I flipped Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s legs over my shoulders and proceeded to drive deeper and deeper into her tight Musalmān pussy.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, she felt so good to me.
I knew I could cum at any moment, but I wouldn’t allow myself as I suspected this moment could never happen again.
With that thought in mind, I gave it all I could working my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out, my balls slapping against Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s beautiful Musalmān ass.
Grunting with each thrust, I watched the ecstasy etched all over Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s beautiful young Musalmān face.
I loved knowing I was the one giving her this pleasure.
As much as I detested my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson, I wanted to make sure that nobody ever fucked Al Jihad Al Vaqār as well as I was at this moment.
I wanted her to remember this.
“Yes darling! Is this what you want?” I said out of breath.
“Allah, Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, yes,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār breathlessly replied. “I want you to cum into me, dad, sorry, not dad now, Durgesh darling, my actual husband from now on!”
“That’s right. What the hell do you think? I want to cuckold your terrorist stepson to both of us. And Wallāh, I promise to do it. Let him clean my Musalmān Cunt licking it, after you fuck me.”
I didn’t say anything as to its response.
I dropped Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s legs off of my shoulders and laid down on her.
Kissing her very lovingly, I rhythmically began to slide my Uncut Hindu Cock back and forth until I felt my orgasm began to build up and finally explode.
A loud guttural cry escaped from my lips as My body froze and I emptied my Hindu seed into Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s fertile Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
“Thank you darlin'” I said, as I smiled and kissed Al Jihad Al Vaqār afterward. “You’re something else, you beautiful woman. My stepson is a lucky man.”
No more words were said as we got up, enjoyed a shower together and then ate breakfast leisurely.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār got dressed again, and slipped off to her room to prepare for her wedding day.
No one smiled more, at the wedding, than the bride and the father of the groom that day.
About a year later, I could only smile when people told me how much my 3 month old namesake grandson looked like me.
There would be more in the line.
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Muħammad pulled into the driveway and his eyes lit up.
His Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and his Hindu Dad, Durgesh, were out!
As if Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah wasn’t Muħammad’s wife at all, his Hindu Dad’s, Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s wife herself instead.
Muħammad’s eyes were burning.
Durgesh was fucking Muħammad’s entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and neither Muħammad could do anything, nor his otherwise astound father, Åbdullah.
Al Kħātūn Al Makkah Saiyadah Āmnah had cuckolded both of them successfully, eventually, ultimately.
Getting out of his car, Muħammad smiled in anticipation of what being home alone meant.
Entering the house, he grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and quickly made his way down the hallway.
Stepping into his room, Muħammad dropped his briefcase on the desk and downed half the coke.
He quickly stripped out of his suit and thought about taking a shower.
Figuring Muħammad had no idea when his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and his Hindu Dad, Durgesh, had gone out and when they would be back, Muħammad skipped the shower for now and tossed on a pair of shorts and a Celtics t-shirt.
Closing his bedroom door, Muħammad all but ran down the corridor to his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and his Hindu Dad, Durgesh’s bedroom.
By the time Muħammad’s opened the door and entered the room, his cock was already semi hard.
He couldn’t do anything.
As Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had, Muħammad too had married more than four Musalmān wives.
Instead, Muħammad had more than thirteen Musalmān wives even as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had.
Yet, Durgesh was fucking Muħammad’s entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Muħammad’s beautiful Musalmān wives were no exception at all.
Muħammad immediately went over to the corner and lifting up the lid of the hamper began rummaging around.
Muħammad felt like a kid on Eīdul Fitr morning when Muħammad pulled out a lacy purple thong.
He let the lid fall close, with no hesitation brought the crotch of the thong to his nose and inhaled deeply.
Muħammad released a long sigh that bordered on a moan at the delicious scent of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s, now well fucked by Durgesh, extremely beautiful extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Keeping his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s lingerie pressed to his face, Muħammad walked over to the desk against the wall where their computer was set up.
Flopping down in the chair, Muħammad took another deep breath while Muħammad reached down and rubbed his aching cock through his shorts.
Lowering the thong, Muħammad started rubbing the silky material along his hands, imagining his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s soft wet extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot beneath it.
He couldn’t believe his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, was really his wife at all.
Durgesh was really fucking Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and Muħammad was only enjoying the aroma of her extremely beautiful extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Muħammad couldn’t celebrate his Shab-e-Urūsī even with any of his extremely beautiful wives.
Allah, damn the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Isn’t she the actual mastermind behind it all?
Establishing her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Muħammad couldn’t even run away.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was perhaps really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
She had chosen Muħammad to establish her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled at him.
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were Rasūlullāh, you bear his great name. You are my Rasūl, Rasūlul Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Okay? You have to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah for me.”
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā,”
“Let me finish first, my child,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā raised her right hand to stop Muħammad in his midsentence.
That thought briefly cut into his lustful fantasies.
Muħammad had first started sniffing his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s panties a few years which was right about the time Muħammad’d begun noticing and thinking about girls and sex.
In the beginning, it was just about the idea of ‘this is what a woman smells like’.
Sniffing had turned to masturbating with them, but for some reason it was never with a visual off his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah.
Muħammad would think about Åāyeshah who used to live next door and who was a damn hot red head or some of the Musalmān girls in his University.
But seeing Muħammad couldn’t get a whiff of them, or get his hands on their panties, his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s were therefore what Muħammad used.
Even when Muħammad started dating Muħammad would jerk off into her panties while wishing for that day Muħammad would be able to smell another Musalmān female’s scent and directly in his face rather than through clothing.
That happened a couple of years back, when after dating Zaynab for six months, her parents had gone away and her big sister gave her the green light to let Muħammad come over.
Once Muħammad’d gotten his first taste of her, Muħammad had stopped using his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s underwear as a masturbation enhancer because Muħammad’d stolen a couple of pairs of Zaynab’s.
Muħammad was sure she figured Muħammad took them, but never brought it up.
They broke up six months later, but in the time since Muħammad had been on a good swing and never remained single for more than a few weeks.
It helped that both his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and his Hindu Dad, Durgesh, were good looking and Muħammad’d inherited a his Ammī’s features.
Muħammad had his father’s black hair, but his Ammī’s deep blue eyes and high cheekbones.
Between the cheek bones, his Abbū’s dimpled chin and Ammī’s smooth complexion and coupled with the fact his hair was always perfectly combed Muħammad had endured more than a few pretty boy jokes from other guys.
But those jokes were worth the success his looks and easy going personality brought Muħammad e with the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls.
University provided even more opportunity to meet pretty Musalmān girls and for the last couple of years his fixation with the smell of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot had been replaced with enjoying the real thing and Muħammad’d left it behind as one of those weird things horny kids did.
That was until last month when his laptop froze up and Muħammad needed to finish a project for University.
His Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, had told Muħammad to use their computer while Muħammad’s was getting fixed and that was when his obsession had not only returned, but progressed to the point Muħammad was now thinking more about what was in those panties.
Muħammad’d noticed their computer kept freezing and when Muħammad’d hit the keys to bring up the task manager saw that windows movie maker was running.
Muħammad closed out everything else and when Muħammad brought up movie maker saw there was a pop up asking if the project should be saved.
Muħammad’d done that many times himself, quickly clicked out of it or thought Muħammad had because Muħammad’d walk away not remembering it always asked.
Muħammad prepared to click yes figuring he didn’t want to lose anything of theirs.
Just before Muħammad hit the button Muħammad noticed the title of the project was “Want this?”
It struck Muħammad it could be something racy, but had a hard time believing his wife and Durgesh would film themselves.
Not that Muħammad didn’t think we had sex, we were always affectionate with each other and both looked damn good and worked hard at the gym to stay that way, but still…Looking over his shoulder as if Muħammad thought they would materialize behind him, Muħammad clicked play.
The screen filled with a view of the bed and Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, walking over to it.
She was wearing a short red robe and sitting on the edge of the bed, gave her long, dirty blond hair a toss.
“What is it honey?” she asked the camera with a big smile.
“Just wondering if you’re ready for bed.” Muħammad’s Hindu Dad, Durgesh’s deep voice came from behind the camera.
“For bed, sure,” her smile turned mischievous, “For sleep? Not yet.”
“Oh? You have something in mind?”
“Hmm-mm” she purred in a sexy voice that caused Muħammad’s cock to begin stirring. “I’m ready for some fun, you want to play?”
“Why don’t you show me what I’ll be playing with?”
“Yes sir,” Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, pushed her full sensual lips into a pout, standing up, she pulled the robe open and let it fall to the floor.
When the robe hit the floor, Muħammad’s jaw had as well.
Although Muħammad’d seen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, in a fairly revealing bikini many times, it had never dawned on him how damn hot she was.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, was tall and years of jogging had kept her long legs looking better than ever.
Her stomach was surprisingly flat.
Despite the fact she was on the slender side, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy gorgeous glamorous big perfectly round firm Musalmān buttocks had enough curve to them to give her an exquisite excellent figure.
What really grabbed his attention were her bare Musalmān tits; they were big perfectly round and sitting high and firm.
The skin around her nipples was a deep red in color and the nipples themselves hard and pointing straight at the camera.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, cupped them, offering them to his Hindu father, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, “Want these, father in law?”
“I do, Sālī, but what else you have?” I too smiled naughtily.
“I have it all!” Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, laughed and sliding her hands down her stomach pulled the black thong she was wearing aside, flashing her extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
By then Muħammad’s cock had been aching in his pants and Muħammad had begun to rub it as Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, let the thong fall back.
Allah, what a tragedy.
She was his own wife, yet she was pleasuring Durgesh always, never Muħammad.
Lifting her long hair up, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah turned around and shook her firm heart shaped heavy Musalmān ass at the camera.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, started to turn back around, but his Hindu Dad, Durgesh, called out,
“Take it off from there; show me that pretty extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot from behind.”
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, obediently hooked her fingers into the thong and sliding it down, bent over.
Muħammad’d stared mouth wide open as Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, exposed not only her gorgeous Musalmān ass, but her pink extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot winking out from between her well toned smooth Musalmān thighs.
The fact Muħammad was staring at his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot should have caused Muħammad to shut it off, but instead Muħammad began rubbing his cock harder and grinding his hips while Muħammad watched her turn back around and climb onto the bed.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, lay back on the pillows and crossing her long Musalmān legs at the ankles, asked,
“What do you want to see, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
“You know what I want to see.”
“I don’t know…” Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, made a show of rubbing her chin as if thinking it over.
“Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah?” I frowned as the camera moved closer to the bed, “Sālī, let me see that perfect extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
“What do I get out of it?” she asked, now fondling her tits. “You going to kiss it?”
“On that note.” Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, laughed and slowly opened her beautiful Musalmān legs.
Muħammad had been squeezing his cock as his hand moved up and down, jerking it through his jeans.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, reached down between her legs and as the camera zoomed in close, spread her pink lips open.
Using one slender red tipped finger she began sliding it through her soft wet folds and started teasing her clit.
“Come give me a kiss there, Anant Muslimātchod father in law Hindu Piyā.” She beckoned me with her other hand.
The camera moved as I, placed it on the bed and lying across Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s thigh he began Penising her clit so the camera could catch it.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, moaned and the sound sent a thrill through Muħammad.
Giving in, Muħammad had unsnapped his jeans and pulling his cock out stared to stroke it.
In front of Muħammad, I had slipped my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and was working it in and out.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s fingers were running through my hair and she was moaning, “Oh, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that feels so fucking good! Your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is the ever best,”
Muħammad’d been pumping his cock hard and fast when Muħammad’d heard my limousine pull into the driveway.
Panicking, Muħammad’d zipped up and ran into his room where locking his door, Muħammad sat on the bed and masturbated furiously to the image of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s hairless pink extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Muħammad stroked it twice more that night and from then on whenever Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah and I went out at night, Muħammad would sneak into our room and check out our movies.
Watching desperately his own wife, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, fucking Durgesh, and Muħammad himself masturbating only.
And there were several of those movies of his wife with me.
If Muħammad thought the first one was hot, the next one featured Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, on her knees between my legs giving me a long slow excellent blowjob.
It was a little weird seeing my Uncut Hindu Lund, especially because it looked pretty damn big, but watching his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, suck on it helped Muħammad quickly overcome his awkwardness.
He had perfect right.
Even his wife and Durgesh didn’t have any right at all.
It was a sin what Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and Durgesh were doing, not what Muħammad was doing.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, was as good as any of the porn stars Muħammad’d seen, taking my Uncut Hindu Lund down to my Hindu balls easily and taking a good long time licking, teasing and sucking.
The entire time she was working my Uncut Hindu Lund with her amazing Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, had been moaning and her big blue Musalmān eyes were rolled back.
With his cut Musalmān nūnī in his hand, it occurred to Muħammad, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, loved to suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund immensely! Muħammad’d kept his stroking slow until the end of the video, when with a loud moan Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, began jerking my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It went on some time.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and after taking the first spurt into it, turned her face side to side letting me splatter my cum all into her Musalmān mouth.
When I was done, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, let the cum drool out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, back onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
His own cut Musalmān nūnī exploded when Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, started licking my Uncut Hindu Lund clean.
The next video featured us going around the world, fucking in every position and each time we switched Muħammad swore Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, looked even hotter than in the one before.
By the fifth or sixth time Muħammad’d watched that video Muħammad was jerking off using Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s panties and admiring the way I, who was in damn excellent shape myself, fucked the shit out of Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah.
Now a month later, Muħammad was nothing short of obsessed.
When his folks were sitting on the couch watching TV Muħammad found himself imagining them having sex, I, just yanking Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s skirt up and fucking her right over the couch.
It would get so bad Muħammad would have to excuse himself and go jerk off.
Worse was when Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, would get close to me.
Now when she hugged me Muħammad was painfully aware of her tits pressing against me and when she would give me a kiss on the cheek all Muħammad could imagine was how good those soft lips would feel pressed against something else.
Muħammad constantly undressed her with his eyes, or more accurately would envision her stripping for me.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, wore a short robe around the house in the summer and as she did in that first video Muħammad could see her untying it and letting it hit the floor.
She would hold up her perfect Musalmān tits and ask if Durgesh wanted them.
Thoughts like that were what concerned Muħammad.
His fantasies had gone from just thinking of his wife Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah and I fucking, to us fucking everywhere in public openly.
Not that the former was normal, but the latter was pretty sick.
Sick. That was the word that entered his mind enough to tell him Muħammad should stay away from our computer and try to stop thinking about it.
Muħammad’d been single for a couple of months now as his fantasies no longer seemed to revolve around pretty coeds, but the one woman in the world Muħammad shouldn’t be thinking about now, even if she was his duly married wife.
That was what Muħammad told himself on a daily basis.
But anytime Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, walked by me wearing a pair of shorts or bent over to pick something up, his mind was filled with the videos; and if we weren’t home?
Muħammad would immediately be right where Muħammad was now. Sitting in our room and scoping our PC for new videos.
Muħammad noticed when Muħammad had first been looking there were only three, but after a couple of weeks, it seemed there was a new one every few days.
I had them under a folder marked, “projects” and had it pass word protected.
But I was predictable and used ‘Durgesh Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’ as my password for everything there.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
Actually, by the time I reached age 18, I was having a ball literally.
I had hot and cold running awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī fervent Musalmān girlfriends and even an occasional lady teacher on the side.
On most weekends, I was making more ‘cream-pies’ than the local bakery.
I was never so proud as when, one day, I happened to go to Toys ‘R Us looking for a video game on sale. Attached was the store Babies ‘R Us.
There, shopping for maternity wear and infant clothes were three eighteen year olds: two blonde cheerleaders, one brunette gymnast, plus one hot soccer Ammī /substitute teacher.
All of them had swollen bellies containing a fetus, or two, created by of course, myself, who the hell else?
I had ever ‘done the deed’ even before I turned 18, it all started when I was 4 only.
My ‘Ammī’, Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī, gave me a weight set for my birthday.
She told me to NOT be like her husband and ‘let myself go’ but to always be in top shape, looking for ‘action’.
I would never forget it; she kissed me.
She’d kissed me before, but this kiss lasted a full minute.
She then told me something from years back: Ammī and her BFF were looking me over in the maternity ward observation room.
They saw me take a toy from another baby boy in the next crib.
When the lady doctor came along to return it, she couldn’t pry it loose.
She had to call another lady doctor; after a struggle of ten minutes, the two of them got the toy back.
Ammī’s BFF said,
“Wow, that’s one strong, virile baby!” Then she noticed something that was peeping out of my clothing, drooping down like a small elephant’s trunk.
She gave my Ammī the elbow and pointed it out.
They both gasped.
Ammī’s friend said:
“Speaking of virility, Allah, my God, you don’t think, I mean it can’t be…it just can’t…”
Well, it WAS, thank you.
Ammī stared into my eyes and then left the room.
I was stunned for a Moment.
Well, I took her advice and would lift weights and other things.
By the age of 18, I had an incredible physique that led to the ‘fun and games’.
Even Al Āmnah Al Saåīd would occasionally watch my outdoor workouts from the kitchen.
Little did I know that her nipples popped as she did.
By the end of my workouts, I’d be gasping for breath as was Al Āmnah Al Saåīd; her nipples would be fully erect, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot sopping wet.
If only I had known: I could have sat in the kitchen, my deliriously sexy Al Āmnah Al Saåīd would’ve sauntered over and placed the slavering lips of that treasured Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot over my uncut rough Hindu cockhead.
I could just imagine her sliding down upon it till she hit bottom.
My youthful but powerful arms would’ve gripped her excellent Musalmān bum, thoroughly plump and rounded by her Panjvaqtah Namāzes, and used her like I was jacking it.
At the climactic Moment, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd would’ve looked to the ceiling, moaning in orgasmic ecstasy as my youthful, innocent Uncut Hindu Lund swelled with power before unleashing a hurricane of my Hindu cum inside of her.
Just after that, she would’ve dropped into my lap like a spent rag doll.
Our lips would have met in a passionate kiss before she embraced me.
Trying to recover, she would’ve whispered something into my ear.
It might have been how much bigger I was than her ‘old man’, or maybe that we ‘shouldn’t have done that; I’m not on the pill, you know.’
Well, it was good that I didn’t think of that; I don’t think her husband would’ve understood me having to take Al Āmnah Al Saåīd to Babies ‘R Us to shop for maternity fashions.
I always wondered why Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and her dumbass Musalmān husband, Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, stayed together.
Her dumbass Musalmān husband, Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, had been, I am told, a good looking guy when they wed years ago.
Then it happened: he lost his hair.
Almost overnight, he lost 95% of his hair and with it his confidence, bravado, and potency.
Later Al Āmnah Al Saåīd would tell me that old fossil’s thing was no longer four inches but now a soft and constant two inches.
My magnificent ten inches of Hindu manhood far exceeded Al Āmnah Al Saåīd’s old man’s ‘doodle’ even when mine was relaxed.
I never had the heart to tell her that I had him beat when I was nine years old, or even before that.
Those were the days when Niranjan Sharmā came close to her.
Yet, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd never married Niranjan Sharmā.
She had her own plans.
Niranjan Sharmā was only her for the time being Hindu lover.
Ultimately Al Āmnah Al Saåīd needed someone to have sex with.
Well, why not Niranjan Sharmā, if he was so obsessed with her extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty?
The reason why Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and her dumbass Musalmān husband, Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, stayed together was also the reason for the events that were to transpire: a trust and a will.
Al Āmnah Al Saåīd knew if she divorced the increasingly decrepit and useless ‘old man’ that she’d be cut out of any subsequent inheritance from his filthy rich wealthy family.
Her attitude was that she had suffered for this long, so why not hang in there till the big payoff.
That was where the twist came in.
Al Āmnah Al Saåīd’s ‘old man’ dragged her to the reading of the will.
The last family leader put in the document that Al Āmnah Al Saåīd’s ‘old man’ would get the whole estate, some $20 million (!), IF AND ONLY IF he created an heir and named it Al Aslam Al Saåīd, the given name of that last family don.
Talk about distrust, the will insisted that the child be genuine, genetically from the family, and not adopted or from a non-family member.
To that end, the child, upon birth, would have DNA matches done; then, and only then, would the law firm be authorized and directed to release funds.
This all led to quite a contrast on one weekend night.
In my little bedroom, which was an attachment to the garage, I was balling my English teacher.
She was a 37 year old soccer Musalmān houselady.
Red hair, green eyes, she had a statuesque figure like those giants from Las Vegas revues.
I was drilling her soundly, MILF or not, married or not.
My ten inch Uncut Hindu Lund was eliciting a sigh, a moan, a gasp, and then a protracted scream.
Finally, I tapped against her cervix, my Uncut Hindu Lundhead lodged deeply inside of her.
I had promised to pull out, as I always did.
I then hoped that she’d get second thoughts, which they usually did.
Sure enough, I felt her legs envelope me and her ankles lock around my thrusting hips.
That was my signal and I came with fierce intensity.
As I swooned, my lips brushing gently her pliant Musalmān lips, we came together, a simultaneous phenomenon.
All the while, my Uncut Hindu Lund was pumping white-hot Hindu liquid relentlessly.*
As always, I didn’t care if she was married, wealthy, or anything else; I just wanted to put my Hindu seed into a warm, tight Musalmān place where it could perform its pollination trick.
While I was scoring big time, in the main house Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and her dumbass Musalmān husband, Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, were trying to pull off a miracle.
It was truly pathetic, as Al Āmnah Al Saåīd’s bald ‘old man’ was totally impotent.
Later Al Āmnah Al Saåīd would tell me he’d had just enough to do the job before she got pregnant with me.
Then, the ‘bald thing’ happened and his production went from less than normal to a few drips and drops.
That descended even further to the point he was as dry as the Sahara.
That night resulted in getting that hot teacher of mine knocked up, wonderfully pregnant.
In keeping with my stroke of luck, she was the fourteenth Musalmān babe, the fourth married one, to have to shop for baby clothes courtesy of me.
Like the other three married hotties, she’d fool her dumbass Musalmān husband, into thinking it was his own.
It was clear that the other married babes realized that suing me for support would be never needed.
I always supported every Musalmān Beauty and every Musalmān houselady if I’ve ever fucked her.
I was not any Arjun that needed a Kr’shñ, even to continue his marital responsibilities to his women he married and left behind.
I was myself my Kr’shñ.*
I visited another sexy Musalmān teacher that I had put in the family way some months before.
I explained to her dumbass Musalmān husband, at the door that I was an old student of hers.
I said I had heard about the baby from the class president and just wanted to give a ‘baby shower’ gift to my teacher advisor.
He was surprised but let me in.
Al Kulsūm Al Muħammad was shocked that I had come over and boldly introduced myself to her short, stocky, county clerk hubby.
We started talking.
All of a sudden and without warning, he said a few curse words and then headed out to the sports bar to watch the game just starting.
When I heard him slam the car door and drive away, my old ‘squeeze’ tried to slap me on the cheek, hard.
I grabbed her by the arm and kissed her.
She struggled for a second and then melted in my strong powerful Hindu arms.
We made out passionately for a long, long time.
She asked why I was there and I told her that I DID want to give her a baby shower present.
I brought over three pregnancy outfits.
She thanked me profusely and we kissed again.
Al Kulsūm Al Muħammad started putting them away when I stopped her.
“Wait, you don’t understand. I want to see them on you. I mean, those are from Frederick’s of Hollywood and I wasn’t sure about the size. Can you, well, humor me?”
She smiled and nodded.
She told me to ‘turn around’.
I did..I always wanted to do this, so I did.
I turned 360 degrees and ended up staring at her.
She thought that was cute and stopped demanding me to turn away.
She undid her eight months pregnant clothes, which were just her normal clothes she adapted, her dumbass Musalmān husband, too cheap to get her nice things.
The first outfit went on.
The bottoms fit around her still firm, beautiful hips, right below the beautiful baby bump.
She caressed the bulge with two loving hands…I rushed over and kissed that Masjid of reproduction before kissing her and returning to my seat.
She then removed her overstuffed bra.
I gasped as her breasts were, well, somehow both enormous and gorgeous.
But most of all, they were big… Eīshān! God, so very big. As she tried to close the top, it just wouldn’t reach.
Her struggles got me so excited…she was too big up top.
After a few Moments of her trying, I said:
“Let’s face it; it won’t fit. I guess I wasted money on that one; lingerie is not returnable. I am so sorry.”
Al Kulsūm Al Muħammad said it wasn’t my fault; how could I know her size.
She felt bad about that and hugged me, thanking me for the effort and asking me if there was anything she could give me?
Well, she was still standing there topless, so I stroked her amazing Musalmān boobs, licking my lips.
She undressed herself and I fucked her once more.
We both were so into it that we didn’t notice that we were being watched.
It turns out the game was an early rout, so her useless hubby had come back home.
Now he found his lissome, hot Musalmān wife fucking some old Hindu student.
What was THAT all about?
Immediately, my favorite pregnant teacher started this wild story that I had a condition that could only be cured by fucking a pregnant Musalmān woman.
It was so absurd that I stopped her.
“The truth is I knocked up your beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife. Apparently, you were not up to the task of satisfying her and I was. Why don’t you just accept it and forget what you saw here today.”
Not surprisingly, that wasn’t his first choice on how to handle this.
As his lovely pregnant wife looked on, he went berserk and charged me.
He was maybe five foot five; he laid into me with punches to the old ‘bread basket’.
I was ready for that.
He stopped when he realized he was just hurting his hands.
I picked him up, kicked him with both of my feet alternatively and lectured him:
“Little man, your three choices are: 1-continue to take credit for the babies, twins, in that beautiful swollen tummy over there, maintaining your standing among your friends…OR…2-you can divorce and abandon this Musalmān lady, with the true facts coming out for everyone to hear.”
“Given the odds of you finding someone even remotely this hot, I think I’d recommend choice number one. Of course there’s always choice number 3,” I put him down and showed him my Uncut Hindu Lund ten inches length of solid steel; his wife cooed and cheered; “I don’t think either of us want to resort to that!”
He literally shook in his boots.
He looked at her, then me, in particular the mighty arms that just held him up like a GI-Joe Doll, and slinked off into the other room, defeated.
After that little confrontation, he never said anything to Al Kulsūm Al Muħammad about our tryst. In fact, I never heard back from him.
Getting back to that night where I knocked up the other teacher while Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and her dumbass Musalmān husband, Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, failed miserably at the old ‘in/out in/out’: The OTHER thing that resulted from that night was a fateful decision.
After an hour of them trying and failing to have a modicum of intercourse, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and her dumbass Musalmān husband, Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, retired to their respective bedrooms.
Within a half hour, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd’s ‘old man’ was knocking on her door.
“I know you aren’t going to like this, nor will Durgesh. My thinking is that DNA would confirm the lineal ties to that new heir whether it was made by me…OR A SON FROM MY REAL FATHER. The thought of involving him, frankly, makes me ill. I hate the little Hindu scoundrel of yours, especially because he’s always scoring some hot Musalmān babe and doing her brains out in his little fiefdom out there.
“On the other hand, since we are desperate to make an heir, and need one started within 30 days, I think we might find use for that musclebound Hindu freak with his grotesquely oversized Hindu tool. I was afraid to tell you: years ago, that monstrous thing of his ripped the bathing suit and supporter that I lent to him…when he was 15!”
Al Āmnah Al Saåīd turned away from him.
Licking her lips, she didn’t want to let him see that this idea was a dream-come-true for her.
She’d watched me develop over the years, my burgeoning Hindu musculature making her excited more than once.
The idea of that oversized Hindu unit of mine servicing her, with the full intention of putting her in the family way, was scandalous, shameful, and damn exciting.
HER HEAD SPINNING, AL ĀMNAH AL SAÅĪD FLASHED BACK TO TWO INCIDENTS FROM THE PAST WHERE SHE HAD BEEN CONFRONTED WITH HER STUDLY Hindu’s UNMISTAKABLE ‘PHYSICAL ABILITIES’ AND THE BEDROOM ANTICS THAT ENSUED.”
Unknown to me, or her useless hubby for that matter, months before Al Āmnah Al Saåīd had become consumed wondering what DID go on in my little room with that endless line of extremely beautiful Musalmān female ‘visitors’.
Al Āmnah Al Saåīd remembered something from years back and ran to the attic.
Sure enough, there it was: a baby monitor.
When I was out, she secreted the monitor in my room.
Thereafter on any date nights when her useless hubby was out on an errand, she’d listen in to the ‘goings on’.
What she did as she heard the moans of pleasure coming from my ‘house guests’ I don’t know; I did see once that Al Āmnah Al Saåīd had a ‘little friend’ in the drawer by her bed.
Al Āmnah Al Saåīd was always too embarrassed to tell me, even years later.
She did make me pick up batteries though, until I bought her a battery recharger.
Another recollection: my gorgeous Al Āmnah Al Saåīd was at the tiny local hospital picking up some medicine for her fragile Musalmān hubby when she chanced upon meeting me.
“Durgesh, what in the world are you doing here?”
“To be honest, I wanted to see the babies in the maternity ward observation room. I remember that wild night on my 18th birthday when I went from a party to another party and then hung out with six high school senior awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī fervent Musalmān girls having their last sleepover.”
“I pumped a lot of my Hindu seed into a lot of tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot..oops, sorry Al Āmnah Al Saåīd…I had relations with some wonderful Musalmān women after a proper period of getting to know them. Anyway, I wondered if any of them had gotten knocked up. With this being nine months later, I just had to come and see.”
I grabbed Al Āmnah Al Saåīd’s hand, her other hand holding the prescription, and dragged her into the elevator to the third floor.
There they were in the tiny observation room: ten babies.
Al Āmnah Al Saåīd asked incredulously:
“Are ALL of those yours!?”
I smiled only.
Just then, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd remembered that she had made a list of the people that were allowed to get through to me if Al Āmnah Al Saåīd received a call, e-mail, or message.
The list had eight, over 18 year old, awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī fervent Musalmān girls and two adult teachers’ names.
Al Āmnah Al Saåīd called them off and I eventually linked every baby to a name on that honor list.
All ten: every one of the babies in that tiny hospital was my doing.
When Al Āmnah Al Saåīd realized that, I noticed her nipples had erected, poking through the filmy white blouse she wore.
Her yellow slacks had an embarrassing damp spot too.
She kissed me fiercely, and then broke it off just as abruptly.
She whispered to me:
“If this was a hospital in another city, and I wasn’t worried about risking a $20 million inheritance, I would drag you into one of these semi-private rooms and perform a complete ‘spermectomy’…removing every sperm in those family jewels of yours.”
We kissed again briefly then left.
AL ĀMNAH AL SAÅĪD THOUGHT BACK TO THE HOSPITAL BABY BOOM AND THE BABY MONITOR PEEPING INCIDENTS AS SHE WAS IN SHOCK OVER THE SUGGESTION BY HER ‘OLD MAN’ THAT THE TREASURED DURGESH WAS NOW ALLOWED, EVEN ENCOURAGED, TO MATE WITH HER.
To think that my powerful ten inch long babymaker, the talk of the town at the beauty parlor, would be making a special guest appearance in her fertile Musalmān womb was more than she could take.
With a muted nod, smile, and thumbs up, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd gave her approval to start the ball rolling to found the ‘ Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and Durgesh Baby Factory, Inc.’
At first, he had the reasonable expectation of making a baby in a clinical fashion.
I always wondered about other stories, real or fiction, where infertile couples wanting a child would have the wife sleep with another guy.
Insemination didn’t require that, only stupidity.
Sure enough, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd’s ‘old man’ told me of their needs for a child and then ordered me to fill up a beaker with my ‘essence’.
It was his intention to ‘do the honors’ of injecting it into Al Āmnah Al Saåīd.
What a neat solution it would be, too.
Well, that was a little TOO neat.
It was one thing for me to make babies with a lithe, nubile cheerleader or some oversexed MILF substitute teacher.
There, it was a pleasure making those babies.
But now, I was being asked to coldly provide ‘industrial reproductive fluid’ for a cold, sterile insemination procedure.
There was no way I was going to do that, dude.
I pretended to go along with their idea.
Every morning I would dutifully present that little sample bottle to him with my cum.
They were intentionally tiny samples.
When he protested I asked whether his samples had ever been larger.
He had to admit they hadn’t been.
It was simple genetics, or so I convinced him.
When he put the tiny samples into the baster he intended to use to inject my Hindu seed into Al Āmnah Al Saåīd, it actually coated the baster plastic walls and left absolutely nothing to be injected.
He was frustrated and desperate.
We had 21 days left to start to make the trust deadlines.
He called Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and me together in the living room.
“I have tried everything to get the job done without having to resort to desperate measures. Well, we’re out of time if we want that trust money. So, it is with incredible reluctance that I say: the only way we have a chance is for you two to have sex, copulate freely and often, until Al Āmnah Al Saåīd is pregnant. I hereby authorize and encourage the two of you to have sex. Don’t be shy; do it here, do it now!”
We were both stunned.
Even though I had hoped that this would happen, by giving him tiny fractions of my copious spend for his sample bottles, I still dared not dream that it would come to pass.
To be asked, cajoled, even forced, to breed his own ever faithful extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd, trying to get her pregnant, was more than I could imagine.
If you remember the old ‘I Dream of Jeanie’ show starring Barbara Eden, his wife, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd, was almost an exact copy: Same beautiful face and fabulous figure. As a matter of fact, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd was a tiny bit hotter than Ms. Eden, with bigger boobs and better legs. The dimples over her pert Musalmān bum and her gorgeous smooth feet completed a perfect package…We’re talking hot Al Āmnah Al Saåīd now, myself…
Even though cycles were such that we were wasting our time breeding on most days, Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and I were nonetheless directed by him to copulate continuously and relentlessly.
For three weeks, we had the strangest home in all of America.
While we were at home, he demanded that we remain nude at all times.
Furthermore, the Moment that my ‘batteries were re-charged’ after the prior love session I was to call for Al Āmnah Al Saåīd and do her immediately.
This really was becoming ridiculous.
At the breakfast table, he calmly downed waffles and bacon while in the next seat his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wife was going up and down on a seated Hindu stud.
My ten inch long steel-hard Uncut Hindu Lund was sliding in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, the rough Uncut Hindu Lundhead driving her crazy dragging itself against her tingling Musalmān vaginal walls.
My Hindu manhood scraped against those cloying walls as the insipid morning news shows blathered on.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā
Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Sheikħ Nizāmuddīn iklautā béŧā thā Sheikh Raħīm kā.
Uské ghar chhođkar chalé jāné kā tasavvur bhī nahīn kiyā thā kisī né.
“Ék bāt to taý hai ki Bhāījān hum logon sé utnī nafrat nahīn karté thé, Ammī, jitnā hum log samajhtī thien.” Nafīsah Nizāmuddīn sanjīdah lahjé mein bolī.
Danīs Åbbās ro pađī,
“Main kaisé samjhāūn tum logon ko, Nafīsah Nizāmuddīn, ki Sheikħ Nizāmuddīn Durgesh kā nahīn, tumhāré Abbū, Sheikh Raħīm, kā hī béŧā hai. Main tum logon kī buāon jaisī nahīn hūn. Méré Durgesh sé vaisé koī jinsī tåālluqāt nahīn hain jaisé tum logon kī buāon ké hain.”
Sāton bahnon, Nafīsah Nizāmuddīn, Åārifah Nizāmuddīn, Åāliyah Nizāmuddīn, Åābidah Nizāmuddīn, Farīdah Nizāmuddīn, Nāziyah Nizāmuddīn aur Raziyah Nizāmuddīn né ék dūsré kī taraf dékhā.
Kisī ko bhī is baat par yaqīn nahīn huā thā ki unkī lāintehā ħasīn-o-Jamīl Ammī, Danīs Åbbās aur Durgesh ké darmyān vāqaåī koī jismānī tåālluqāt nahīn thé.
Tamām Pakistan jāntā thā ki unké Abbū, Sheikh Raħīm, ko jinsiyāt sé kabhī koī dilchaspī nahīn rahī thī.
Apnī Ammiyon, Kħālāon, buāon, mumāniyon, sabko bachpan sé hī pūrī bésharmī ké sāth Durgesh sé chudvāté dékhā thā Sheikh Raħīm né.
Unko jinsiyāt sé hī sakħt nafrat ho gaī thī.
Danīs Åbbās sé Sheikh Raħīm kā nikāħ zabardastī kiyā thā unkī Ammī aur Abbū né.
Society mein yah afwāh phailné lagī thī ki Sheikh Raħīm nāmard hain, isīliyé åuraton sé dūr bhāgté hain.
Is afwāh ko tåqat tab milī thī, jab Danīs Åbbās sé Sheikh Raħīm ké nikāħ ko mukammil tīn saal ho jāné ké båd bhī unkī koī aulād nahīn huī thī.
“Aulād kahān sé ho?” Danīs Åbbās né jhunjhlā kar kahā thā apnī Ammī sé, “Sotā kahān hai voh Kambakħt méré sāth? Shabo roz masājid mein pađā rahtā hai. Kħānqāhon ké chakkar kāŧtā rahtā hai.”
“Aré, to aur kyā karé?” Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn hāth nachākar bolī thien, “Jab aulād hī na ho to masājid mein nahīn pađā rahégā aur Kħānqāhon ké chakkar nahīn kāŧtā rahégā to aulād kaisé hogī?”
Danīs Åbbās né apnī Ammī kī taraf ghussé sé dékhā thā aur pair paŧakħtī huī wahān sé bāhar nikal gaī thī.*
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn aŧhārah saal kī thī, aur Qāed-e-Åāzam University, Islamabad, mein uskā nayā nayā admission huā thā.
Sālī sirf aŧhārah saal kī thī, lékin itnī téz aur smart thī ki mujh pūré chausaŧh varsh ké Hindu purush kā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađkar pūchhtī thī,
“Dādājān, mérī dādī ko chodkar aa rahé ho, mérī nānī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn ko, yā phir donon ko ék sāth?”
“Humm,” main gambhīr svar mein bolā, “Qāed-e-Åāzam University mein dākħilah mil gayā hai, isliyé kuchh zyādah hī smart ho gaī hai. Hai na?”
“Mujhé mérī aŧhārahvīn sālgirah par kal kyon nahīn chodā? Main to samajh rahī thī ki tum aajkal hum tamām Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties ko apné unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund kā hī toħfah diyā karté ho.”
“Only on stubborn insistent persistent demand, only on stubborn insistent persistent request, only on stubborn insistent persistent plea,” main muskurāyā, “Ab chhođ mérā Lund. Tū abhī sirf aŧhārah saal kī huī hai. Main chausaŧh varsh kā ho chukā hūn. Térī dādī Ammiyon aur nānī Ammiyon ko chod rahā hūn. Abhī tūné kħud kahā.”
Tirchhī nigāhon sé mérī taraf dékhā us aŧhārah saal kī taro-tāzah naujawān Pakistani Musalmān qayāmat né.
“Sirf mérī dādī Ammiyon aur nānī Ammiyon ko? Mérī Ammī ko nahīn chod rahé thé tum abhī?”
“Mainé dékh liyā thā ki tū dékh rahī hai. Térī Ammī ko batāyā bhī thā. Rokā bhī thā usko ki apné āpko thođā qābū mein rakhé, tū dékh rahī hai.”*
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn sharārat sé muskurāī,
“Aesā? Phir kyā kahā Ammī né?”
Voh mujhé nangā karné lagī thī.
“Don’t. Stop it.” Main bolā, “Tumhārī Ammī ko koī sharmo ħayā thođé hī hai. Kitnī åzīb baat hai. Zamāné bhar kī Ammiyān apnī béŧiyon ko apné Hindu purushon ké sāth aesé tåālluqāt banāné sé roktī hain. Lékin tum logon kī Ammiyān mujhé apnā banāné kī tum logon kī sāzishon mein ulŧé tum logon kā sāth détī hain. Tumhārī sahélī, Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan, ké sāth koī Musalmān apné béŧé kā nikāħ karné ké liyé taiyār nahīn thā kyonki ék Pseudo Hindu Congressman né usko kidnap kar liyā thā. Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan né faislā kar liyā ki voh méré sāth hī ab apnī tamām zindagī guzārégī, mérī Live in relationship partner bankar. Lékin apné is faislé ko åmalī jāmā pahnāné sé qabl Ammī, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, aur béŧī, Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan, donon mein sé kisī né bhī is maslé par mujhsé koī guftagū nahīn kī.”
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn mujhé nagn karné ké båd kħud apné kapđé bhī utārkar mukammil nangī ho chukī thī is daurān.
Aŧhārah saal kī us qayāmatkħéz nangī mādarzād Pakistani Musalmān ħasīnā ko dékh kar mérā Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ tankar khađā ho gayā thā.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn né mérā unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund apné hāth mein lé liyā, aur ussé khélné, usko chūmné, aur usko chāŧné lagī.
Mainé Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī gorī damaktī aŧhārah sālā Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot choom lī aur usko pīchhé sé apnī bharpūr mazbūt Hindu bāhon mein bhar liyā.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn burī taraħ uttéjit ho uŧhī.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kā yah pahlā experience thā.
Ék utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund uské donon sudaul Pakistani Sunni Musalmān kūlhon ké darmyān ghus gayā thā, aur andar ghusné kī bharpūr koshishén karné lag gayā thā.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn pulkit ho uŧhī thī.*
Yahī to chāhtī thī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn.
Koī kħwāh kuchh kahé, lékin ħaqīqat yahī thī ki uskī tamām rishtédāron aur pahchān wāliyon mein sabsé zyādah kħush wohī thien, jo Durgesh kī Live in relationship partners thien.
Uskī koī dādī, koī nānī, koī Ammī, koī Kħālā, koī Buā, koī Mumānī, koī cousin aesī nahīn thī, jo ħasīn ho, aur uské jinsī tåālluqāt Durgesh sé na hon, aur voh baqiyah Musalmān ħasīnāon kī banisbat zyādah kħush na ho.
Aur kyon na hotīn voh kħush?
Durgesh sé pahlī martabah chudvāté vaqt unmein sé koī bhī kħwāh kitnī hī gharīb, kitnī hī béwaqūf, kitnī hī mazlūm aur kitnī hī nākām kyon na rahī ho, aaj unsé zyādah amīr, unsé zyādah åqlmand, unsé zyādah tåqatvar aur unsé zyādah kāmyāb aur koī Musalmān ħasīnah kahīn nahīn pāī jātī thī.
Yahī wajah thī ki aaj aŧhārah saal kī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn aur uskī Béshumār Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sahéliyon sé lékar chhiyāsī saal kī Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī tak Durgesh kī aesī shauharparast Musalmān bīwiyān thien ki unkī shauharparastī kī aaj misālén dī jāné lagīn thien kħud Musalmānon tak mein.
Aaj sirf Durgesh kī Musalmān bīwiyān akélī nahīn, Béshumār Musalmān tak yah mānné lagé thé ki Durgesh Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām hai.*
Mérā hāth Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī aŧhārah saal kī taro tāzā naujawān Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par pahunch gayā thā.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn fakħr sé phūlī nahīn samā rahī thī.
Durgesh kā hāth uskī bémisāl kħūbsūrat Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par pahunch gayā thā.
Iskā matlab yah thā ki Raziyah Nizāmuddīn Durgesh ko pasand aa gaī thī.
Nizāmuddīn family kī shāyad ākħirī Just Eighteen Just Adult lađkī thī, Raziyah Nizāmuddīn, jiské abhī tak Durgesh sé koī jinsī tåālluqāt nahīn thé.
Yah baat aur thī ki apné Kħāndān kī taqrīban tamām ħasīn Musalmān åuraton ko Durgesh sé chudvāté Raziyah Nizāmuddīn bachpan sé hī dékhtī chalī aa rahī thī.
Raat ko Durgesh ké response né béħad fikrmand kar diyā thā Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ko.
Voh jān būjh kar Shabnam Kħān ké bedroom mein so gaī thī raat ko, Nāziyah Kħān aur Zohrah Kħān sé bātén karté karté.
Durgesh bārī bārī sé na sirf Shabnam Kħān, Nāziyah Kħān aur Zohrah Kħān ko chodtā rahā thā, balki Jabīn Kħān aur Shāhīn Kħān ko bhī chodā thā Durgesh né Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī apnī ānkhon ké sāmné.
Taqrīban har kisī né Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī sifārish kī thī,
“Yah to sarāsar zulm hai, Durgesh. Tum har ék mahmān Musalmān ħasīnah ko chod rahé ho, lékin jis kī sālgirah hai, usko apné unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund kā toħfah tumné abhī tak pésh nahīn kiyā. Arey bābā, ab voh bhī aŧhārah saal kī ho chukī hai. Ab usko bhī tumsé chudvāné kā vaisā hī pūrā pūrā ħaq hai, jaisā hum logon ko hai.”
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn jān būjh kar nangī hī so gaī thī.
Shabnam Kħān, Jabīn Kħān, Nāziyah Kħān, Zohrah Kħān, sabhī nangī thien.
Sab Durgesh sé chudvā rahī thien, isliyé sabkā ék sāth nangī honā qudratī bhī thā.
Phir, Durgesh un sabko chod rahā thā, isliyé Durgesh kā nagn honā bhī ékdam swābhāvik thā.
Yah nāmumkin thā ki Shabnam Kħān, Jabīn Kħān, Nāziyah Kħān aur Zohrah Kħān kħud to nangī hon, lékin Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ko voh kapđé pahnī rahné dén.
Un sabné milkar Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ko bhī nangī kar diyā thā.
Iskā pūrā pūrā fāyédah uŧhāyā thā Raziyah Nizāmuddīn né.
Aur kyon na uŧhātī?
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kyā béwaqūf thī?
Qāed-e-Åāzam University mein uskī zahānat ké danké bajné lag gayé thé itné kam dinon mein hī.
Apné liyé aesā bed chunā thā usné jo khiđkī ké ékdam sāmné aur ussé lagā huā hī thā.
Pūré chānd kī raat thī aaj.
Shabnam Kħān khiđkī kholkar sotī thī, yah jāntī thī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn.
Raat ko jab pūré chānd kī roshnī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ké Just Eighteen Just Adult nangé goré, béħad goré, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān jism par, aur kħusūsan uskī dilkash, béħad gulābī, béħad ħasīn Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par pađnī shurū’ huī to Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kħud apné aap par, aur apnī dilkash, béħad gulābī, béħad ħasīn Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par burī taraħ faréftah hué baghair nahīn rah sakī.
Us king size bed ké ékdam sāmné lagé ādamqad āiné mein dékh rahī thī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn apné aap ko.
To Shabnam Kħān apné āpko Durgesh sé chudvāté hué āiné mein dékhné kī shauqīn hain?
Raat ko jo bhī uŧhī thī, Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī dilkash, béħad gulābī, béħad ħasīn Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par bosah déné sé hargiz nahīn rok pāī thī apné āpko.
Yahān tak ki Durgesh bhī nahīn rok pāyā thā apné āpko aesā karné sé.
Bathroom gayā thā, aur phir wāpas aa kar Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī dilkash, béħad gulābī, béħad ħasīn Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par pil pađā thā.
Din bhar kā niyantrañ, din bhar kā sanyam, raat ko kho baiŧhā thā béchārah.
Din bhar tamām mahmān Musalmān ħasīnāon ko chod chod kar apné āpko qābū mein karné kī koshishén kartā rahā thā, lékin ék baat bār bār Durgesh kī chughlī kar rahī thī ki Durgesh darħaqīqat Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ko chodnā chāhtā hai.
Durgesh har mahmān Musalmān ħasīnā ko chodné ké båd yā to Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī Ammī, Danīs Åbbās, ko chodné lagtā thā, yā Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī nānī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, ko.
Tīnon hamshakl thien.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn, Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī Ammī, Danīs Åbbās, aur Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī nānī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, tīnon hamshakl thien.
Danīs Åbbās apnī Ammī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, par gaī thī, aur Raziyah Nizāmuddīn apnī Ammī, Danīs Åbbās, par.
Balki Danīs Åbbās kā jo thođā bahut vichlan huā thā, apnī Ammī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, sé, voh bhī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn mein phir wāpas lauŧ āyā thā.
Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn incredibly ħasīn thien.
Aur aaj sé nahīn, usī vaqt sé ħasīn thien, jab mérī chār saal kī ůmr mein mainé Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn ko pahlī martabah dékhā thā.
Mérā Uncut Hindu Lund Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn ko dékhté hī uŧh khađā huā thā burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanākar.
Sab hansné lagī thien.
“Mubārak ho, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, hum sabko aur hamārī béŧiyon ko chodné ké båd ab Durgesh tumhén bhī chodnā chāhtā hai. Chār sāl kā nayā Hindu Kħasam mubārak ho.”
Mérā Uncut Hindu Lund aur bhī burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanāné lagā thā.
Un sab né milkar mujhé fauran nangā kar diyā.
Eīdul Fitr kī taqarīb group sex mein tabdīl ho gaī.
Méré liyé yah koī naī baat nahīn thī, normal baat thī.
Apné incompetent Musalmān shauharon sé asantushŧ, nākħush, Musalmān ħasīnāyén mujhé kabhī kā chodné lag gaī thien.
Mérā chār saal kā unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund unké taqarīban nāmard Musalmān shauharon kī cut Musalmān nūnī kī jagah kabhī kā lé chukā thā unkī sex life mein.
“Sharm nahīn ātī tum logon ko?” Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn nārāz hotī huī bolī thien, “Sab kī sab milkar chār saal ké bachché ko chodā kartī ho? Kaī taraħ ké child sexual exploitations dékhé suné hain mainé, lékin jo tum log kiyā kartī ho, voh vāqaåī unique hai. Hindu lađkā hai, to kyā usko chod chod kar maar dālogī?Ħad ho gaī firqāparastī kī. Is chār saal kī ůmr mein iskā itnā zyādah ejaculation iské phéphđon mein pānī bhar saktā hai. Isko Pleurisy bhī ho saktī hai. Iskā is ůmr mein khađā ho jātā hai, to kyā tum log iskā itnā nājāyaz fāyédah uŧhāogī?”*
1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The soft footfalls upon the basement steps came,
‘Creak… creak… creak…’.
‘Pat… pat… pat…” whispered the quiet sound of bare feet on the concrete floor outside my bedroom.
I was too used to the feminine steps coming to my room that it was absolutely normal for me now.
Most of them, if not all of them, needed me only for one thing, my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
They couldn’t replace it.
They hadn’t another option except to surrender to me if they really want to get it into their ravenous holes.
Allah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad thought, the bloody Hindu scoundrel understands absolutely what the exclusive power control he has in his six inches long Uncut Hindu rod that just doubles when gets into a female sexual organ and even shrinks miraculously to only three inches, if its incredulous length and thickness isn’t needed.
This is the incredible unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund that’s actually ruling the entire Multiverse now through its own Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire.
Yes, but true.
This is the ever incredible Uncut Hindu Lund that rules entire womankind and through the entire womankind it rules entire mankind too.
Never before it, anyone has witnessed such an incredible phenomenon.
Using creatively, positively, immensely prudently, constantly, patiently, how a single man can win the entire Multiverse, through his miraculous male sexual organ only, could be seen in Durgesh’s ever incredible life history.
He attributes it to Ved.
Well, there are some persons who believe it, there are some persons who are ever adamant never to believe it.
‘Eee…’ the moan of protesting hinges desperately in need of oil.
Then came the barely heard footfalls upon my bedroom carpet followed by the whisper of clothing hitting the floor.
I knew who it was and why she was in my bedroom.
She wanted to torment me yet again.
Sālī, I love sex.
I am a Hindu.
We Hindus gave the Kāmsūtr and Tantr to the Multiverse.
You Musalmīn could never understand why Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was never allowed to divorce even anyone of his wives.
You Musalmīn could never understand why no wife of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was ever allowed to remarry whoever the man could be, even after the death of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.
You allowed divorce blindly without understanding it and loosened/destroyed the family bond in this way.
The children of your families either lost their father’s ever progressive care, or their real mother’s ever incomparable love for her children.
The Christians and Jews surrendered ultimately to the feminism and ever shrewd businesspersons that wanted to divide your family more and more so that they could sell their products to more households.
They supported the feminism blindly, because the females come in the family from outside.
Only they could separate their husbands from the rest of the family members.
Only Hindus have given the perfect family system, no one else, because only Hindus had studied sex scientifically , socially and spiritually simultaneously.
I had been home back a little over four weeks and damn near every night or early morning she was sneaking into my bedroom to tease me with her naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Are you awake?” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad asked softly.
“Yep,” I replied.
“You need some wd40 for the door hinges,” she said, humor heavy in her voice.
“No, what I need is a lock on my bedroom door,” I told her keeping my eyes closed, naughtily.
“Why would you want to lock your door?” the coyness in her voice was bordering on bitterness.
“Why do you come down here to torment me?” I asked.
“You don’t belong here anymore, you are an extremely communal Hindu and why Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Ummil Mominīn, and Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Rasūlullāh, let you back in the house is still a mystery to me,” there was no hiding the hate now.
“All the charges were dropped and my innocence that I never surrendered to any damn communalism, has been proved beyond any reasonable doubt, you evil bitch!” I smiled at her triumphantly, teasing her.
“Evil Bitch, am I? You don’t even know what an evil is, Durgesh.” I felt her weight on the bed and the sudden chill as the covers were yanked down. “You must get off on evil Musalmān bitches cause your UNCUT HINDU COCK is rock fucking hard!”
I felt her grab my Uncut Hindu Shaft and her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips envelope the tip as she began to suck me off.
I thought over the options, and decided to do nothing.
It wasn’t needed to do anything whatsoever.
Yes, she is powerful.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah supports Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad now.
Even a large number of Musalmīn support Muħammad due to his ever cruel cuckold upbringing, and supports her daughters blindly.
I would let her do whatever she wanted and let the pieces fall where they may.
“I see you aren’t complaining even with my lips wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, do you want to cum in my ardent Musalmān mouth or in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?” she growled the hate, screaming from her.
But still I remained silent, smiling only victoriously and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to bob her beautiful Musalmān head up and down the entire Hindu length of me.
Soon, her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were touching the very base of my Uncut Hindu Dick without any signs of gagging.
Damn near ten inches down her fucking Musalmān throat and not a whisper of a gag reflex!
I had to admit I was impressed.
Now she was deep-throating me, for all she was worth, and I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as she masturbated.
Was she ashamed of herself somewhat, in using my Uncut Hindu Lund there, instead of her finger?
I could not believe it.
Her mouth, lips and tongue teased me for a good five minutes or more, before I felt her lift her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head up.
Her body weight shifted again.
I felt what could only be her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips parting around the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“How does your ardent Musalmān female enemy’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips feel? Do you want me to drop down and have you fill me up? HUH? Do YOU!” she was almost shouting now, but she knew, as well as I did her parents couldn’t hear her from the second floor.
And drop she did and I managed to fight back the instinct to moan as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely surrounded my even unconquerable Hindu hardness.
But she moaned and groaned and began to ride me.
“You LOVE my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you, you sick the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu FUCK! My tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moving up and down on your ever communal Uncut Hindu Lund! Feel this?” she asked as she squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even tighter around me. “Feel how tight it is?”
I felt her beautiful hands on my Hindu chest as she used it for leverage and began to ride me with long deep movements of her beautiful Musalmān hips.
“Come on ram your Musalmān hips up into me you fucking Musalmān hypocrite! I’m innocent! I spent a year in hatred of your simple hearted nothing evil understanding Musalmān parents, for nothing I did ever! How long has it been since a girl fucked you HUH?”
It took everything I had not to do as she wanted.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt so damn good and a grudge fuck beat no fuck at all.
She lifted up paused and then dropped down impaling herself with a deep guttural growl.
“I bet you think I love fucking your UNCUT HINDU LUND don’t you? I bet you want me to come here every night and suck and fuck you, don’t you? Well I fucking…” but her rant was cut off as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and she nearly fainted.
I felt her grind her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down forcing me as deepest as I could go inside of her. I heard her panting as she tried to catch her breath moaning softly to herself.*
She looked at me.
“Durgesh, we need to talk,” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said in a curious tone.
It was determined yet nervous.
She didn’t sound angry, yet the fact that she called me herself while she hated me until now so much that she never tolerated even a single opportunity to criticize me ever to the media, scornfully, caught my attention.
“Durgesh, I’m worried about you,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, started, alerting me from my wool-gathering.
I was surprised to discover she had pulled out her chair and was sitting down next to me.
I was also surprised to see she had refilled her wine glass. Besides her diminutive size, she wasn’t much of a drinker anyway.
This evening after she got home as a treat, and almost an appetizer, she had poured a small glass of sherry for her after dinner.
She had sipped at that as she told me about her day and asking me courteously about how my HVSI Group of Companies is doing.
During dinner she had half a glass of a light chardonnay.
To see her with another glass was unusual.
“I don’t mean for this to be embarrassing or to make you uncomfortable,” she said softly and earnestly.
Then reaching over she took my left hand and held it in her right.
I stared down at our hands together atop the table.
“I’m telling you this because I love you and am concerned, Ok?”
I controlled myself from smiling ironically.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas loved me?
She was concerned about me?
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas was the only wife of Muħammad that always scorned me for what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah did with Muħammad in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.
Her argument was:
‘Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah couldn’t have done that without my pre permission.’
Even Muħammad opposed it.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had smiled ironically on it,
“I know better, Muħammad, why don’t you, most of the Musalmān friends of Durgesh, criticize Durgesh for snatching away your beautiful Musalmān wives and even having sex with your almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
Muħammad squirmed, quite embarrassed.
Yet he didn’t respond to her temptation.
“You are losing nothing. After you have enough sex with your Musalmān wives you don’t give a damn even if some black thief uses your wives, let alone Durgesh. He is million times better in your opinion instead.”
The Assistant Managing Director of Al Zaynab Al Jaħas Group of Companies, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, smiled ironically,
“I want to interrupt, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, if you please let me. They lose interest in us as soon as in our late thirties, if not in our earlier thirties already.”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas smiled,
“That’s right. And thanks for so appropriate an interruption. I have noted however, Durgesh is still ravenously interested in Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī even.”
“They want to get rid of us, as soon as their libido starts to crave for someone the ‘fifth’.” Al Taqaddus Al Islam said scornfully.
All the ladies present there smiled sarcastically at the males present there.
“That’s the reason, I think, behind the fact that most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies are deserting their Musalmān husbands after their thirty three or thirty four.” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said.
Muħammad was stunned.
The rest of the males were embarrassed.*
Looking up into her wonderfully large dark eyes that showed both love and concern, I nodded my head in understanding.
Then lowering my eyes, my gaze happened to fall on the open collar of her blouse and the delightful sight of her cleavage.
I couldn’t help being enchanted by the fact that I could see hints of her bra through her blouse.
“It’s been over a year. Have you even dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad?”
“I don’t think so, so?” I smiled.
The truth was no, I hadn’t really dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad.
In a year’s time I had asked out Muħammad’s two wives but both dates were duds.
Still I really didn’t think it was a big deal, nor something my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, should be involving herself in.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas took a sip from her wine before saying,
“I love you and don’t want this be to awkward, embarrassing or uncomfortable…” and she paused. I looked up at her.
“…But I know how you feel about me,” she hurried out in an almost embarrassed voice.
She said it so quickly I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.
I had heard what she had said but could not believe that was what she actually did say.
“Huh?” I responded flummoxed, “What did you say?”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked down at our hands as if embarrassed.
Suddenly I was surprised to feel and see our fingers interlaced.
My ever opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had not only called me on my mobile, she had interlaced her fingers with mine too.
My mind kicked into hyper-gear and a thousand thoughts started racing around my skull.
Does she mean she knows, like really knows?
Or, does she mean she knows I care about her?
Eīshān, God, could she really know that I’m in love with her too?
Should I be cautious?
Should I be alert?
Should I be excited and turned-on?
Because I am.
These thoughts and more, flashed past me.
There was an awkward pause as I didn’t say anything.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked at me with those lovely eyes that expressed concern yet apprehension.
Finally she took another drink of her wine before saying,
“Durgesh, I’m your unresponsive new Musalmān love, Sweetie, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas. I know you. Do you think I don’t see how you look at me? Do you think I don’t sense how you truly feel about me? Believe me, despite your being a Hindu, I’m honored that such a handsome ever young man finds me attractive like that, but I’m your zsalhaj, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas……I mean, it’s tempting,”
Her cheeks reddened.
I couldn’t believe what she was saying.
My thoughts and emotions were swinging in opposite directions.
I was immensely grave now.
With her next breath I was chagrined.
Then I was flattered.
And then, I was intrigued.
I was charmed and finally titillated.
Did my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, just say,
My mind was racing at warp speed as I wondered if my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had thought about us and was curious about it.
Could she be attracted to me as I am to her?
Could she be fascinated by the idea of us being together?
Is she really tempted?
“I know you love me and would never hurt me. I know you would treat me right. You would do everything you can to make me happy but…”
“So, why not, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas?” I nterrupted her, smiling.
I knew I was on the precipice.
I was on the edge of the high dive board; it was either jump or climb down the ladder and never have another chance.
“What do you mean?” My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, almost squeaked.
“You’re the one who says not to care what others say or think. You said it yourself, that you know I love you and would treat you right. I love you. So, why don’t we try it? You know, just try and see how it is.”
“Really?” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, wondered and I could hear in her tone that she wasn’t offended.
Instead she sounded curious.
I had to seal the deal.
“Yeah, come here…” I softly ordered and lifting her hand pulled her towards me.
We leaned in to each other and kissed; eyes closed and on the lips!!!
In reality it was a chastise kiss, as a first kiss always is but at the same time it was the greatest kiss ever.
Our lips touched for a short eternity before she leaned back and softly chuckled.
However it wasn’t an insulting laugh but one of bemused embarrassment.
Still when I leaned forward she matched and we kissed again, and again, and again.
On the last kiss our lips lingered, and when she pulled back she softly giggled with pleasure.
“Come here,” I urged as I sat back in my chair.
Pulling on her hand she, with the grace of a nymph, slide across from her seat to sit on my lap.*
On my Hindu lap!
Muħammad groaned and marched out of there, unable to bear to lose his one more extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife to my ever miraculous Hindu male charms.
It was more painful now.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had married Muħammad divorcing her former husband.
Has she decided to divorce her second husband too, Muħammad too?
We exchanged a few more quick kisses and she looped her right arm over my shoulders.
My left hand wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to me.
We kissed some more and I was in Heaven.
I’d kissed a few girls recently but none were as breathtaking, as kissing My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, was.
Her lips seemed to be perfectly matched to mine with the exact combination of warm and softness.
After a few more kisses she twisted, turning even more towards me and rested her left arm over my shoulder encircling us.
As she did, I was astonished to feel her mouth open and then even more astounded to feel her tongue caress my lips.
I knew what to do.*
She whispered low,
“Allah, God, I didn’t expect to actually come,”
“But you did, didn’t you, you evil bitch!” I told her coolly. “Next thing you’ll torture me with is your Musalmān ass… saying is this how the guys in hatred felt…”
“Hmmmm?” I heard her gasp and then fall silent.
“I don’t blame you, I’d be afraid too…” I whispered.
“I am NOT afraid of you or your UNCUT HINDU LUND!” she hollered.
I felt her lift her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and then shift her body weight just a little, and just as I taunted her with her tightly puckered Musalmān asshole was pressing down over the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad was making little gasping sounds and slowly but oh so surely her Musalmān anus opened to the wide head of my Uncut Hindu Lund and inch by inch she moved down until… ‘POP’ the head slipped in.
She was panting again but this time in a different type of exertion.
Once she had acclimated to the head inside of her she dropped down letting the Uncut Hindu Shaft follow after.
Soon my Uncut Hindu Dick was buried as deepest as it could go inside of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and to my utter astonishment she was purring.
After a full minute Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to lift and drop again but only a little at first.
“So full…” she whispered, “…my ever smart Musalmān ass is so fucking full of your Uncut Hindu Lund, Hindu scoundrel.”
She rode me slowly but I noticed she was lifting higher and higher now taking more of me with each motion.
Evil Bitch was soon riding the full length of me panting and moaning as her fingers diddled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and clit.
“Open your eyes and see your filthy nāpāk UNCUT HINDU LUND deepest in my extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies,? Is it as tight as the other beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she moaned and shook with pleasure.
“Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad,” I said opening my eyes and taking in the entire scene of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass impaled on my Uncut Hindu Dick. “I never had sex with your younger sisters and cousins, neither ever with your beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They reported you wrong. But you never believed me. Why should you? They are your own and I am only a communal Hindu in your damned opinion. I just wanted you to violate yourself like the spiteful bitch you are.”
Her expression was priceless as she began to rant and rave and then she tried to lift off of my Uncut Hindu Lund but I gave her what she wanted then I thrust my hips upward impaling her once more.
She stopped dead in her tracks as I grabbed her by her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and began to thrust up into her tight Musalmān ass again and again.
“UHHHHH…” she moaned. “Stop… NO… not my Musalmān ass!”
“You wanted me to fuck your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, is that it?” I asked her as I continued to fuck her.
“You wanted to be in control, didn’t you?”
“But you didn’t expect liking getting ass fucked did you?”
“Do you want me to cum in your Musalmān ass, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad?”
“How do they ask politely,” saying it just the way her ardent, orthodox, Musalmān parents would have.
“P… please cum in my tremendously gorgeous, ever shrewdest, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass!!!”
“If I am going to do that, you need to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck your extremely attractive ardent Musalmān ass,” I gave her my ultimatum.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Indexes: Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh
1. Ahal-Al Bayt
10. Midterm 2012
13. The Yacht
14. The Audacity
18. The Chairman
19. The Oath
21. Majājī Kħudā
37. Ammi, you too?
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Everbest Wives
He smiled sophisticatedly.
“The one, I am fucking now, is my mother, my Ammī.”
All my five extremely beautiful mares watched the ‘animal’ suppressing their immense surprise.
He was fucking his own real Ammī, proudly, as I was fucking all the five of them.
“She sucked me when I was only a small boy. Whenever she bathed me, she always sucked my penis. My father is her real brother.”
“Where is that great person now?” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī controlled herself with tremendous efforts so that she could keep her infinite hatred for him, away from her voice.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, pulled her still glorious nude Musalmān bottom from her son’s Hindu male lap, let his penis out of her still tight Musalmān Cunt.
It was shining from the reflected light his Ammī’s vaginal juices were reflecting from his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
All the five of my extremely beautiful nude mares were controlling themselves with immense efforts.
Allah, these entire creations think it’s the ever best love between a mother and her son.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr thought.
Are they crazy?
“My Brother? Well! He has his own daughters now to take care of.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, “they are adult now themselves. They too need his masculine attention.”
“I understand.” Padminī Bhārgav cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed her arm.
“Your Excellency,” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī tried to smile energetically, “you requested that you want now your Just Eighteen Just Adult young girls to be inaugurated by Durgesh, on their eighteenth birthday. Why such a departure from your long established tradition, if I may ask?”
Padminī Bhārgav cooed again,
“I too want to know that, Your Excellency, if you don’t mind.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, and stared at her harshly.
“It is the only condition we’d allow Ved Nagar to open its embassy in our Creations. You have already accepted it. Otherwise we have never allowed your delegation, at all.”*
It was the most surprising factor for Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor that none of us had any weapon with us.
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb had already told her that she could manage everything.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor believed Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb blindly.
She was in Makkah Mukarramah when Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had died.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself saw with her own eyes how Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made the impossible possible.
She was the Chief Wife of then Oil King of Saåūdī Årab, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
He had compelled Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb to marry him despite she hated him.
She boldly unzipped me in her husband’s funeral and gave me a grand blowjob under open sky openly to disgrace Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī’s funeral.
Moreover, she made entire four widows and fifty two real daughters of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī not only to do the same with Durgesh, but have open oral, vaginal and even anal sex with Durgesh.
It was a great celebration of her husband’s death she celebrated.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor still remembered, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb came their in her Cadillac Limousine, and so did the other entire Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
Each of them owned their own Cadillac Limousine.
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had himself gifted them those wonderful Cadillac Limousines in his lifetime.
Yet, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made all of them to disgrace the funeral of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
She still remember each and every word that Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb
Said in her announcement when the religious police of Makkah Mukarramah tried to stop it,
“Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our Guard of Honor to this shaitān.”
What a lady!
What a grand lady!
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had managed to bring her to Everbest Wives Creations.
She needed her.*
Despite what Saåīdah Yåqūb had said she didn’t do a very good job of pretending nothing was different.
I was the one watching her now instead of the other way around.
It wasn’t just paranoia.
She had watched me long enough to notice me doing the same to her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for a while, again hoping that time would take care of her problems for me; but of course it didn’t.
“I thought you said things weren’t going to change,” I said abruptly as we were eating breakfast.
“What?” Saåīdah Yåqūb looked up at me confused.
“Look, I know you made things all weird but could you at least not stare at me so much.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed away from the table and headed to her room without giving me a chance to respond.
She was getting upset more easily these days.
What she really needed was to talk to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to call Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
She picked up almost immediately and agreed to come to Saåīdah Yåqūb for a few hours.
She said she would bring her swimsuit so that they could hang out by the pool.
Saåīdah Yåqūb headed back to the kitchen.
She was surprised to find that I was still sitting there.
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m sorry. I did say I would pretend it never happened, but I can’t. It is dangerous to your health, morals and character. I can’t let you destroy yourself.” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up her dishes as well as mine and set them on the counter.
“Fine, whatever,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said.
Strangely it didn’t bother her so much once I said it out loud.
Now, at least there was a certainty to it now.
“I too can’t stop thinking about you, even in my dreams.” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, “I don’t know how you put up with it.”
That did stop me.
This was taking a very different turn from what I expected.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Her hand was developing a slight tremble it got when she was nervous.
“What do you think?” she controlled herself somewhat.
Despite she was Just Eighteen Just Adult Saåīdah Yåqūb was a brilliant student of human psychology as her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān herself was.
That’s why she didn’t weep when she found her husband failed right there in her Shab-e-Ůrūsī, her very Golden Night itself.
She punished Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb by immediately fucking me right there before his eyes.
Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb was shocked and horrified.
He had never imagined he had married a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lioness.
His newly wedded Just Eighteen Just Adult wife cuckolded him to us both right there in his Golden Night.
“I mean you’re beautiful, Saåīdah Yåqūb.” I smiled, “I know I shouldn’t but I keep picturing you naked on your bed.”
I was standing right behind Saåīdah Yåqūb.
She turned around toward me.
“Don’t mess with me, don’t you dare,” she whimpered.
“Never. I’m not.” I smiled, “Never be afraid of me.”
I brushed her hair back out of her face as we looked at each other.
We moved to each other at the same instant and her eyes closed as our lips met.
It was so much better than all the times she had imagined it.
My strong utmost experienced Hindu arms wrapped around her glorious Musalmān back and pulled her close as our kiss seemed to go on and on.
She was aggressive in kissing me with all her femininity.
It was long passionate ashvinātam kiss of not a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girl, of a fully grown Musalmān woman instead that understood what was right for her and what was wrong.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had grown mentally more as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had when she seduced me deliberately to revenge her own Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.*
Suddenly Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed me away and backed off.
She looked at me uncomprehendingly, vacantly, blankly, and took a hesitant step toward me.
“I’m sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb, you shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
“What the hell? Why not? It’s okay by me still now, it’s really okay.”
“I’m already sixty five. You compelled me to respond to your immense aggressiveness.”
She took another step but I backed off further.
The momentary happiness that had been building inside her was crashing down now.
Why was Durgesh doing this to her?
She fled upstairs.*
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān showed up shortly after and found Saåīdah Yåqūb with her arms wrapped around her knees still on the kitchen floor.
Saåīdah Yåqūb told her everything about what happened with me, all the details as best as she could remember.
She didn’t say anything until Saåīdah Yåqūb finished.
“You know you can stay with me for a while if you want, until this blows over,” she offered. “It might help to get some distance from Durgesh. You are in love with your own Ammī’s Hindu lover. Well, you are not alone. So many of us Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties have done it. Most of them are living now happily with their Ammīs as their co wives.”
“Thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, I think I’m okay though. Maybe this was what I needed, a sign that I need to stop obsessing over my ever over ethical Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.”
She wasn’t really feeling as good as she pretended to be but Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t want to worry Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān too much with her problems.
They put their bikinis on and went outside where they lay down on two of the loungers that were side by side.
It didn’t take Saåīdah Yåqūb long to notice movement in one of the windows on the second floor of the house.
I was still keeping an eye on Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was more necessary now after she kissed me so long, so aggressively, so unashamed of it.
“Allah,” Saåīdah Yåqūb muttered.
“What?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān responded.
“He’s up there watching us, even after what I just did. Probably thinks I don’t see him.”
To her credit Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t look straight toward the window to give away they knew I was there.
Instead she casually stretched out and moved her head enough to get a look at the window.
“Are you sure? I don’t see anything,” she said.
“Trust me, he’s there.”
“He is taking care of you, I’m sure.”
“Idiot, the best way he can take care of me, is to fuck me, doesn’t he know?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said scornfully, “He is acting as if my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt is not a cunt, a burning furnace instead that will burn his damn Uncut Hindu Lund entirely into dust, once it’s there inside.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“You are desperate that Durgesh hasn’t fucked you already.”
“Well, what the hell I lack, yār? I watched him fucking my Ammī, her sisters, her cousins, her friends right since I didn’t even understand what it actually was. I was fascinated. The fascination turned into obsession and immense love gradually eventually. When? I don’t know. The way Durgesh handles us, the way Durgesh fucks us Musalmān Beauties, is just beyond even our wildest imagination. What’s wrong there if I want him to do the same to me? Isn’t it natural?”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“The multi zillionaire Hindu playboy thinks we are still immature when we are Just Eighteen Just Adult. We can’t differentiate between infatuation and love. He thinks we are actually infatuated to him. We don’t understand the gravity of sex life.”
“Even if it is so, why can’t he just fuck us and forget,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said furiously, “as we do in his damn bright opinion?”
“Well, he thinks sex is a divine thing. It should never be taken so lightly.”
“Damn him. I blamed the Musalmān Beauties who raped Durgesh once, not now. He deserves to be raped constantly. He is too proud of his unique legendary sex prowess.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān looked at Saåīdah Yåqūb quite stunned and horrified.*
An idea was forming in her head.
If I wanted to watch them, then they would give me what I wanted.*
Anyone could judge Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor if s/he wanted to, but Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was never ashamed of herself.
If Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt for one second that her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, who was nineteen, by the way-wasn’t participating willingly, then Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had put an end to it. To the contrary, her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had always given every sign of enjoying their sessions and had never spoken a word to Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor of having second thoughts.
All the proof Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor needed was to see and feel the steel hardness of his Hindu erection when Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, were alone together and the incredible sensation when her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, cum inside her wet ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Now, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor couldn’t really say whose idea it was in the beginning.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had never talked about it.
Maybe it just happened and wasn’t anybody’s preconceived idea.
However, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could say this from her perspective: There were several times in the years leading up to the first time they had sex where Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor lusted after her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, even while I was always fucking her wildly.
But that first day?
She didn’t wake up thinking,
‘I have to screw my son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, today.’
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was forty-one and, yes, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor admitted to being more than a little concerned about whether Durgesh still find her attractive.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor never wanted to live on Durgesh’s sympathy.
She still loved me exclusively, but she married her Hindu brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, despite it, didn’t she?
I looked at Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gravely.
“You’d promised me, Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, not to marry your real brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, if I never release you from my nude Hindu male lap.”*
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and flipped over onto her stomach.
“Hey Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, can you do my back?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked as Saåīdah Yåqūb undid the string on her top.
Her hands rubbed the sunscreen delicately over Saåīdah Yåqūb’s back, being far more thorough than necessary.
Saåīdah Yåqūb folded her arms under her head and closed her eyes as Saåīdah Yåqūb let her work.
She wasn’t shy about where she touched.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān spent a long time on Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gorgeous Musalmān ass before finally finishing off on her legs.
“You want me to do your front too?” she asked.
“I think maybe you’re enjoying this,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said with a smile as she turned back over.
“Maybe a little,” she admitted.
Saåīdah Yåqūb pulled her bikini top off and dropped it on the ground beside Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān sucked in her breath softly as Saåīdah Yåqūb’s naked Musalmān breasts were uncovered right in front of Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Neither of Saåīdah Yåqūb and Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was particularly into girls, but Saåīdah Yåqūb had to admit Saåīdah Yåqūb was kind of enjoying the attention, and if Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was having fun too that was fine with Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Once again Saåīdah Yåqūb closed her eyes and let Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān proceed at her own pace.
At first she traced the faint tan lines that had developed on her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts from always being covered, but soon she was rubbing them with her entire palm.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had to know what they were doing by now, but that was okay.
The main thing was to show Saåīdah Yåqūb what Saåīdah Yåqūb was missing.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān eventually moved onto her stomach before finishing off on her legs again.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān leaned down to Saåīdah Yåqūb’s ear before Saåīdah Yåqūb got up, and whispered to Saåīdah Yåqūb.
“Think that’s enough?”
“Mm-hm, thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb whispered back.
As she was straightening back up she paused and leaned back toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Her lips brushed Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gently then pulled away again so quickly Saåīdah Yåqūb barely understood what happened.
“Just for good measure,” she said as she returned to her seat.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t bother locking her door that night.
If Durgesh came in, it would mean Saåīdah Yåqūb had gotten me, and honestly Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t really care if I caught Saåīdah Yåqūb masturbating again.
It would bother me more than Saåīdah Yåqūb anyway.
Sure enough just as Saåīdah Yåqūb was getting ready to go to sleep, the door swung open followed by her dream man, me. Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t even fazed this time when I saw that Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked.
“You’re not playing fair, Saåīdah Yåqūb,” I said.
“All’s fair in love and war, my dear Hindu Stepfather.”
“And what is this?” I asked, clearly staring at her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts.
“Right now? Love and War. Both.”
It turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on to have me watching her openly with no pretense between us.
Saåīdah Yåqūb could feel, Saåīdah Yåqūb was close to getting everything Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get.
My sixty five years utmost experienced Hindu eyes followed her hand as it strayed back down to her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and stroked it softly.
“You know we can’t, right? There’s stuff we just can’t do,” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was trying to convince herself as much as me that I was in her room was evidence enough Saåīdah Yåqūb was succeeding.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to see how far Saåīdah Yåqūb could push me.
“If you’re gonna stay, you have to let me see your unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund,” Saåīdah Yåqūb told me boldly.
“I don’t mind if you want to watch me nude, masturbating myself, but I’m determined that I won’t allow you get a free show.”
I controlled myself as her finger slipped into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
If I stayed there, it would be a victory for Saåīdah Yåqūb and we both knew it.
Yet, the question was whether Saåīdah Yåqūb had enough willpower left to let me leave.
What the hell her reaction would be?
It was even more than obvious now to me that it wasn’t mere her infatuation for me now.
She might be Just Eighteen Just Adult, but it was her exclusive love for me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb really loved me exclusively despite Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
It would never be good for her to masturbate anymore imagining my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Let her see it now.
Saåīdah Yåqūb needed it very much.
Yes, Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yes, I’m sixty five now.
But it was now only myself that could satisfy her sexually, none else.
“It’s just looking,” I said, trying to convince Saåīdah Yåqūb. “No touching or anything. Just watching each other, that’s all. Okay? You won’t do anything more?”
Abruptly I reached down and undid my belt.
Saåīdah Yåqūb tried not to smile triumphantly too widely, but it was difficult.
Soon my pants were around my knees and I sat down confidently on the bed beside Saåīdah Yåqūb, trying to find a position that let her see me without getting too close.
Saåīdah Yåqūb saw I was almost fully hard already just from watching Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Saåīdah Yåqūb felt her ardent Musalmān clit throb as it finished stiffening before Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was the first time Saåīdah Yåqūb had actually seen my unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund even after all the times Saåīdah Yåqūb had imagined it.
Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting so wet that her finger was making squishing sounds and Saåīdah Yåqūb soon added a second.
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed my Hindu erection as Saåīdah Yåqūb played with herself and began stroking it.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Thrill, Sex, Suspense, Politics
4. On History
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7. On Islam
Sun sparkled from the crested tops of restless waves.
I paced the deck, enjoying fresh air and the mild sunlight through clouds.
My hands were thrust deep in the pockets of a double breasted coat.
My rubber soled shoes trod lightly along the teakwood deck.
The cold breeze tried to ruffle my ever black hair unsuccessfully.
The heavy door from the forward social hall was pushed open one inch or two.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouldered it open.
She stood there with wind whipped skirts.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stepped across the high threshold.
Both of them released the door.
The wind pushed it against the automatic door check.
I walked behind both of them.
“Ship Ahoy!” I called.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, both turned to me.
“The other side is less windy.” I smiled at both of them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded.
The cold wind was blowing the tendrils of hair across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan introduced us, “this is Durgesh, my husband, and the Hindu husband of us entire extremely striking Musalmān Beauties, if you don’t mind my bluntness.”
“Naåīmah,” I admonished Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan somewhat curtly, “behave yourself, you stupid.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled at me.
“It’s alright. I never mind. Most of us extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, rather, never mind your titles related to us, actually. We think they are in fact compliments to us Musalmān Beauties instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Now, come on. You Hindu scoundrel, the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, we both are starving to death.”
“Let’s go, my extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.”
With an extremely attractive Musalmān Beauty on each of my Hindu male arm, I started forward along the deck.
They were playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had unzipped me and had brought it out.
With every female treatment of both the extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties my Uncut Hindu Penis was extending and growing in their fists violently.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was playing with it rather shyly somewhat, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not ashamed of it even a bit.
Rounding the bow, the wind pushed us down the sloping incline, into the lee of the deck.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim put her hair back into place, laughed, and said,
“That’s what’s known as wind blown job. I’ve been hearing a lot about you, Durgesh.”
“Most of my extremely beautiful Musalmān women friends are already enjoying your Hindu sex kicks.”
“They say you’re unique in love and lovemaking both.”
“Tell them my numerous thanks.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim faced me with laughing, dark eyes, full red lips, parted to reveal teeth that glinted as whitecaps in the sun.
The silk blouse, open at the neck, disclosed the sweep of her tremendously lovely Musalmān throat, the rounded curve of her firm breasts.
“Durgesh darling, I saw you and my Ammī fucking and talking last night. I bet Ammī told you all about the family mystery.”*
I looked at Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Sure. Don’t try to act innocent.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a quick glance,
“What’s the family mystery, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“The disappearance of my portrait. Ammī packed my autographed picture in Abbū’s bag. She locked the bag carefully. When they unpacked, my picture was gone from the frame. Someone had inserted one of Zāherah Ħusayn instead, the Pakistani Musalmān heroine that worked in Indian movies too. I resemble her to the extent as if we both are twin sisters. Now, what do you know about that?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan glanced reproachfully at me.
“I know nothing about it. What does your Ammī think about it? If she has talked with Durgesh about it, we can…”
“That’s the point. Ammī is making it darkly mysterious. Well, don’t deprive her of her thrill. If Ammī tells you about it, act as if you didn’t know anything before Ammī told you it.”
“You are sure Durgesh and your Ammī were fucking when they were talking?”
“I watched them myself.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said curtly, “My Ammī was on her knees and our Durgesh darling was fucking her from her glorious behind. You say Durgesh is thirty four, why the hell then he is interested in my Ammī more than me?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me furiously.
“He loves big heavy female Musalmān buttocks filling his nude Hindu male lap when he fucks us, damn it.”
“She does not take it seriously.” I smiled.
“Me?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis more, to make me suffer from pain somewhat.
She raised her chin and laughed into my face.
“My parents think I never take anything seriously—life, liberty, or the pursuit of love. I’m the flippant younger generation. Hell, they never suspect it’s my act only. I’m immensely serious about everything.”
“And how about your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim? How does he take it?”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly.
Despite her tremendous efforts to act as if my Uncut Hindu Penis was not the first she was playing with, her inherent shyness and enormously hidden nervousness were constantly telling me I was the ever first man in her life she was enjoying even the foreplay with.
I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan disapprovingly.
Why the hell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t understand?
Her Seven Movements had upset the normal life of almost everyone, almost entire humankind.
“Oh, Abbū takes it right in his stride.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said, “He is a Thinker, carries the Multiverse on his shoulders. Despite the fact that you are the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, Abbū thinks you are Imām Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām .”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said innocently, “I think…”
“You don’t think, you never think.” I said coldly, “You just fix a target and conspire to achieve it.”
“My dear ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “it takes a deep thinking even to conspire.”
“Shame on you.”
“Let it be. I damn care.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, entirely unashamed of herself, “You mankind think every shame is for us womankind only. I refuse to obey your ever selfish decisions. Why the hell should we womankind obey you mankind? After all we womankind are infinitely more in numbers than you mankind are. In Democracy…”
“Oh shut up,” I said, “I’m fed up of your communal philosophies. You think every Musalmān male is a terrorist or a potential terrorist at least. But the Musalmān Beauties are neither. Every Hindu male is a born democrat, and…”
“Prove me wrong.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me.*
I smiled curtly.
“As if I haven’t already every now and then.”
“Never.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said shamelessly, “You have only argued every time.”
I squeezed her buttocks.
“Sālī, ‘Ūnŧh ré ūnŧh, térī kaun sī kal sīdhī’?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s heretofore virgin mouth.
I felt embarrassed.
But to my surprise, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim kissed it lovingly, licked it and then started to suck it ravenously.
“I’ll be damned.” I murmured to myself.
“Enjoying it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim impishly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim nodded, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her mouth and said.
“My Ammī was not the first I saw Durgesh fucking.”
“Allah Allah! I never thought you were so veteran a voyeur.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“A virgin is a voyeur mostly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her step Ammī cunningly.
“Ammījān, I think you are right. I was also a veteran voyeur until I seduced Durgesh.”
Both of them laughed.
“You were telling me about your Abbū.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled.
“Only occasionally can I get Abbū to set it down long enough to play with me.”
I squeezed her breasts.
“Sālī, that doesn’t answer my question.”
“You can’t call me Sālī, your sister in law. I’m your Ammī in law, your mother in law instead. Don’t forget Imām Muħammad Ħasan is still my husband.”
“Ex-husband.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
I watched her dubiously.
Was she still married to Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is guiding and patronizing her?
But how the hell could it be?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan still has four duly legal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Yes, he doesn’t touch them anymore.
I fuck all of them instead.
But they are still his wives legally.
Is Al Samīnah Al Qāsim playing some deep game with Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
If Al Samīnah Al Qāsim hasn’t divorced Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is his fifth legal duly married wife.
Does Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan know it?
Has she planned deliberately to exile Imām Muħammad Ħasan from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat to protect him from Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?
I was more vigilant now of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim both.*
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr smiled patronizingly.
“Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was a commando. Wasn’t he?”
“What the hell do you mean?” Muħammad bin Qāsim grimaced, “Commandos can’t be murdered?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled sophisticatedly, yet patronizingly at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“I suppose,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “all this is just a conversational background, a barrage, a bombardment, of words. They are trying to get us to commit ourselves. Umm-al-Åālmīn, I’m quite certain either Umm-al-Åālmīn Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is playing some deeper game, or Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Umm-al-Åālmīn, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself has planned it. Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was her commando. It wasn’t easy to murder him.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled again.
“I’m not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Yet you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself reincarnated. Aren’t you?”
“Sure,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “nevertheless, not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Her worst critics claim Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is following her Hindu Live in relationship partner’s every step. What Durgesh Jījū has done Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī would also do action by action. You can’t win her, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was now on her knees.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now.
“Once a barrister always a barrister. Are you cross examining me now, my Hindu Love?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling watching my still growing Uncut Hindu Cock penetrating the glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt of Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
Despite my constant efforts to avoid them, Jet Musalmān Beauties were still constantly succeeding in winning my Uncut Hindu Penis for their ever aggressive ever feminist Musalmān Cunts.
It was necessary.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was the only solution to stop the kidnapping, smuggling and selling of Musalmān Beauties.
Only Hindu husbands/Live in relationship Partners could be trusted.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet, none of them could have the courage enough to say it openly.
Not only Musalmīn, even Durgesh was against it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to win Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both despite my opposition.
She made it a movement.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her glorious Musalmān Cunt until only its head remained inside, “what does your father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, say about it? What are your own theories incidentally?”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim shook her head.
She waited a few minutes for me to push my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt, but when she saw I was concentrating somewhere else instead of on fucking her optimum, she felt her extraordinary Musalmān beauty insulted.
“Hey, where the hell are you concentrating? Give me that back.”
“Your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Push it back into me. Will you?”
“You must be. I would never forgive you if you ever do it again. Once out, I want it into me back, immediately. Do you understand?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Does he do it with you too?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and answered my question as well, “I don’t have theories. I’m too young. Moreover, I’m a practical woman rather. I never dream of anything. I march ahead instead, and get it practically, as I’m going to do now.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim pushed her own gorgeous glorious Saåūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I love it deepest, my dear.”
“Abbū Imām liked your aggressive sex?” I smiled fucking her somewhat more vigorously now.
“Never. He is too a damn fool Musalmān.”
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan protested disapprovingly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my dear immensely successful daughter. I’m with you, because you are running your Seven Movements, you have vowed taking Al Qur’an Al Karim in your pious hand to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. That’s what these damn fool Musalmīn need. Replace them with Hindus for ever and forget the bastards.”
“You ever communal bitches,” I said curtly, “always thinking with your ever ravenous Musalmān Cunts instead of with your brains.”
“No Musalmān bastard is here to appreciate you.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim too smiled curtly, “I know you adopt this attitude to please your Musalmān fathers in law and your Musalmān brothers in law. They don’t have any power now. They are cuckolded to you and us, their Musalmān houseladies.”
“You are helping their enemies. Have you ever thought of it?”
“Qāzī jī dublé kyon? Shahar kā andéshah. Why the hell you always think of others, instead of yourself and us? Enjoy our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bodies, you stupid.”*
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“You have a telephone over there in the corner. Just ring the Ved Nagar police and ask them if a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered at an early hour this morning.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr promptly crossed over to the telephone, smiled sharply and said,
“That’s a very nice bluff you’re running. We won’t let it work however. I’m going to call you cold right now. Whenever someone makes a pass at me I call him/her then and there ineludibly.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr picked up the receiver.
“I want the police station, please,”
Then, after a moment, he said,
“Can you kindly tell me whether a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered this morning somewhere near Oceanside, Ved Nagar?… Never mind who this is. I’m simply asking a question…Well, let’s put it this way. I might be a witness in case there’s anything to it…”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr held the receiver in silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick into her teen Musalmān Cunt in the meantime, smiling smartly.
She was herself fucking me now.
I stood still there on my knees behind Amīnah Zahīr.
Entirely nude Amīnah Zahīr was herself making the back forth and again back movements ruthlessly.
When it came out to sex, Amīnah Zahīr was almost an female animal with me.
It was rare I fucked her.
Mostly Amīnah Zahīr fucked me herself.
And that even almost most savagely usually.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr suddenly said in the mouthpiece,
Then he slammed the receiver back into place.
He turned and faced his audience.
Then he started pacing the floor.
His eyes were half slit in thoughts.
He pushed his hands down deep in the side pockets of his double breasted coat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were watching him patiently, yet with a smirk.
Abruptly, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr turned, standing with his back to the wall.
“All right,” he said, “I’m security in charge here. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is not a nobody. She virtually owns our Kħilāfat Movement. She is one of the most important sponsors to our cause.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled contemptuously.
“Oh sure, I happen to know all of your bloody movement. What’s it? You are fighting for establishing a Triple Society, a Threesome Society actually. Musalmān wife, Hindu lover and thoroughly Cuckold Musalmān husband. Shame on you. You call it a Kħilāfat Movement? I’m surprised. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is one of your most important sponsors, not because she and the other similar sponsors are sympathetic to you. They want you cuckolded. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is running Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Movement. Your Triple Society is helping her cause. Jījū is against it because Jījū is against the humiliation of any human being whosoever the hell s/he is. Why the hell don’t you understand? Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is revenging what you Pseudo Musalmīn have done with Musalmān womankind. That’s why her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, is against her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah despite his exile from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr raised his right hand.
“I know you want to argue against our Kħilāfat Movement and even Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah as well. Imām Muħammad Ħasan has invited us to a Grand Meeting on the ‘Yacht’ of your Jījū. We have accepted the invitation. It’s not the proper place to discuss these utmost important political crises.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me helplessly.
“Your Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is destroying the Musalmīn completely, either under this disguise or that. She is taking advantage of each and every superstition of Pseudo Musalmīn. I’d told you, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, already.”*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
As she neared me, a nasty little thought ran through her mind.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could give me the one thing for Shrāvañ Parv that I surely wanted most in the Multiverse.
Not long after having that thought, she smiled triumphantly.
Much to her surprise the idea returned to her the next day.
She kept pushing it aside as silly and unreasonable yet it kept coming back.
As if she would learn something, she didn’t already know she went into my room on one of my last days before Shrāvañ Parv break and turned on my computer.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav surfed through the images and felt a new and intense excitement.
For the first time she felt the desire to play with herself as she looked at my porno collection.
It was almost entire ashvinātam.
So, Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs were still even more than less in my life.
Only because they are more educated, more sophisticated and more accomplished?
The Musalmān Beauties were winning because they were losers and the Brāhmañ Beauties were losing because they were competent.
Yes, the Musalmān Beauties needed protection.
Yes, most of the Musalmīn were terrorists, criminals/criminal minded, because they were Uneducated/Under Educated.
Consequently, it was more than necessary to protect Musalmān Beauties not to opt for them.
There should be an open option for Musalmān Beauties to reject Pseudo Musalmīn and opt for Durgesh/Hindus.
Yet, why the Brāhmañ Beauties should suffer for it?
Padminī Bhārgav is right.
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī is right.
‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām’ movement is correct.
She began to softly caress her tits before reaching down inside her pants to explore her pussy.
After a brief while, she removed her pants and sat on my desk chair with her legs spread widely apart as she fingered her pussy.
She quickly grew excited and played with her wet clit and pussy.
For a moment, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav closed her eyes and imagined me sitting in this same position stroking my hard Bachhalyā Lund.
Not, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Durgesh unduly criticizes Bachhalyās.
Only due to the Bachhalyās always opted for Brāhmañ Beauties instead of Musalmān Beauties.
Why the hell should not they?
Didn’t Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī conceive Bachhalyās initially as the husbands for the Brāhmañ Beauties and Brāhmañ Beauties only?
Didn’t she fight even with her Bachhalyā husband to keep Bachhalyās exclusively for Brāhmañ Beauties?
Didn’t she manage ultimately with her constant holy wars to get the famous declaration from the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI that Brāhmañ Beauties were only for Bachhalyās, not for Brāhmañs too?
Who the hell then Durgesh is attempting to change the famous historical verdict of the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI?
Padminī Bhārgav is right.
Even Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī is not right to suggest that the Savarñ Beauties have equal right on the Bachhalyās as the Brāhmañ Beauties do.
‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām’ movement is correct.
Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām!
Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām!!
Long live Padminī Bhārgav.
The Brāhmañ Beauties must be awarded.
Don’t preach them sacrifice only.
Brahm Jagdambās vijayanté!
Brahm Jagdambās vijayanté!!*
Clearly Durgesh must do it, otherwise why would he have the pictures on the computer?
In her mind my Bachhalyā Lund was long and hard and I slowly stroked it while staring at the same image Dr. Sītā Bhārgav currently had on the screen.
That vision alone was enough to catapult Dr. Sītā Bhārgav into a frantic sexual ecstasy.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav controlled herself very hard.
She did not want to fall to the level of unsophisticated women who instead of controlling themselves for the practical action, resorted to masturbation.
Initially she felt very odd about what had happened, almost as if she had crossed a taboo line with her thoughts.
Caste taboo was quadrupled here with the utmost arrogant Brāhmañ sacrosanctity.
The Bachhalyās were considered Shūdrs, dalits, the downtrodden nowadays.
Nevertheless most of the Brāhmañ Beauties never surrendered to the traditional Brāhmañ conspiracy.
Most of the anti Brāhmañs had always served the Bachhalyās in spreading celibacy among traditional Brāhmañs.
The Bachhalyās found Brāhmañ Beauties, consequently easily available to them.
Brāhmañs and Rājpūts were serving humanity uplifting Musalmān Beauties while Bachhalyās were serving Brāhmañ Beauties and Rājpūt Beauties even.
Surprisingly quickly, however, those feelings were replaced again by a certain curiosity and thrill of giving me the ultimate present.
Despite feeling a little weird about it Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to regularly watch the images she found on my computer.
Whenever Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could for the next couple of days, she went back into my room and turned on the computer.
It wasn’t the images themselves that appealed to her.
In fact, she had been looking at the pictures less and less and been thinking more and more about the idea of me stroking my Bachhalyā Lund as I sat in the same chair where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav currently was.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to make excuses for her wild gift idea in her mind.
She reasoned that since I was utmost rich and an entirely unashamed ever-best fucker she would be the perfect person to have me.
It was clear that I was the one person she felt totally comfortable with.
She realized that she felt relieved.
The Bachhalyās had improved more in my leadership recently.
Now, the Brāhmañ Beauties, Rājpūt Beauties and the other Savarñ Beauties were again openly fighting with each other to have a Bachhalyā husband/live in relationship partner/lover.
The Musalmān Beauties always ignited the fire between them to keep them away from their respective Savarñ husbands who were serving the Musalmān Beauties sexually and/or socially.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to look at it as doing me a favor, giving me the ultimate gift that any woman could give a man.
Why should it matter that there were “rules” that said they shouldn’t?
It was clear to her that I was a good man.
I was the utmost successful man almost in every field I was interested.
Moreover even at my sixty-four I still had desire to get out, meet new people and date women.
Perhaps by doing this Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could ignite a fire in me for her and let me see how wonderful it can be to be with her.
For a couple of days she repeated these ideas over and over in her mind until Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started to believe them.
Still, even as noon on Shrāvañ Parv Eve approached, a tiny voice told her she was crazy.
The traditional Brāhmañs would be against her immensely as they were against most of the Brāhmañ Beauties who were already my live in relationship partners/beloveds, my women friends having sex with me.
Doing something she had never done before, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav got in the car and joined the throng of last minute gift shoppers at the local mall.
She went thinking that she would just walk around until she found the perfect gift for me and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could stop having her silly thoughts.
After a couple of hours of searching through stores and fighting crowds, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was still empty handed.
It literally seemed that, I already had every material thing that an utmost rich man could have or want.
She wandered around thinking about this when her mind hit on the idea of material gifts.
Maybe she was looking in the wrong direction, she thought, maybe the key wasn’t material but something else.
She let this thought linger and actually asked herself what thing or experience must I want more than anything else, but as soon as her mind formed the thought she immediately knew the answer.
The answer came first not from her mind but from deep inside her.
She felt her stomach knot slightly and perhaps even a brief tingling in her pussy before her mind answered her own question with a single word, “Sex.”
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued walking around the mall for a while longer still trying to figure out what to do even though, deep down, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav suspected that she had already made up her mind.
When she did finally stop in front of a store where she knew she’d find the perfect thing Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled to herself.
It certainly wasn’t the store she’d been expecting.
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped inside, the lady by the door said,
“Hi, welcome to Victoria’s Secret.”
“Geez, Sītā Bhārgav, I thought you got lost,” I teased when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped inside the house. “I would have thought you’d have known better than to go out on Shrāvañ Parv Eve.”
She laughed and said Dr. Sītā Bhārgav certainly had learned her lesson.
As she walked past the couch, where I was sitting Dr. Sītā Bhārgav commented that she’d picked up some food for dinner and quickly went into the kitchen.
Before I could follow her Dr. Sītā Bhārgav dropped the food on the counter and quickly shoved the other, smaller bag into one of the cabinets where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav would come back to get it later.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started putting away some of the other groceries she had purchased while at the store.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still didn’t know how Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going to make her gift work, but she thought it might be nice to have the supplies for a nice meal to either set the mood or bask in the afterglow when they were done.
After putting away the groceries together Dr. Sītā Bhārgav and I sat down to eat dinner.
All through dinner, I tried to get her to reveal what she had bought me for Shrāvañ Parv.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav would only say that it was something she knew I wanted but wouldn’t say anything else.
After I left Dr. Sītā Bhārgav retrieved her little bag from the kitchen cabinet and stashed it in her room.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav tried to read but her mind was too busy racing with thoughts and uncertain emotions.
Instead, she picked up the remote and stayed in bed flipping TV channels randomly until she finally drifted off to sleep.
Even as Shrāvañ Parv Day dawned, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still didn’t quite know how to play out the day.
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav showered, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav suddenly got cold feet and started having second thoughts.
She frantically tried to think of something, anything else Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could do, but repeatedly a little voice told her she already knew what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going, and wanted, to do.
Immediately after her shower, she heard me rustling around and called down the hall that she needed more time to get ready.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav told me to eat breakfast and that when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav came down we would exchange our gifts.
Usually, we got right up and opened our gifts in our pajamas even before eating just as we had done previously.
Today, however, she knew she needed some time to get ready.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav went back into the bathroom and took her time as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav carefully applied her makeup and fixed her hair.
Usually she only took this much time when she had a special outing and wanted to impress people, but she had decided that she needed to look her best to make this gift perfect.
She applied fresh polish to her nails and as they dried Dr. Sītā Bhārgav carefully considered how to compliment her outfit.
She pulled a pair of black, strapless shoes with tall, spiked heels out of the closet and knew they would be perfect.
She found her long strand of pearls and put them around her neck.
She loved the length of this necklace as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could wrap it firmly around her neck with one loop and then leave the second loop hanging down her chest.
While the first loop gave the sexy look of a choker style necklace the second one hung down perfectly so the bottom few pearls nestled nicely into her healthy cleavage.
With her free time and lack of working for nearly the past 20 years Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had taken to working out regularly to keep herself fit.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav swam laps daily in their pool.
That was one of the great things about where she lived since the weather was warm enough to swim virtually all year around.
The result of all her swimming and her ability to focus on fashion and her appearance was that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav looked and felt fitter than she ever had been before.
Even when she had married her Brāhmañ husband, she knew Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t as fit as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was now.
Knowing that made her feel sexier than she ever had before and she found it slightly ironic that she felt sexier and more desirable as she got older.
After putting on pearl earrings to compliment the necklace she pulled the items from her small bag, and considered how Dr. Sītā Bhārgav should dress.
She had purchased a few different outfits hoping one would match her mood today.
Looking them over, she reached down and picked up the silk robe.
She already owned several silk robes similar to this one because she loved the way the smooth fabric felt on her skin, but for this occasion, she knew Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted something new, something she’d never had on before.
The robe was black and felt very sexy and sleek as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slipped it on over her naked body.
It was a full-length robe and only stopped down around her ankles.
By itself, it wasn’t very revealing but she knew that the thin material would cling to her temptingly as she moved around.
For the final touch, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav tied the knot in the band around her waist just a little more loosely than usual allowing more of her chest and some cleavage to be exposed.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took one long last look at herself in the mirror before she left.
She reapplied some lipstick in a deep red color that perfectly matched the color of the polish on her nails.
She analyzed her hair and decided it was fine.
Her jet-black hair was pulled up into a teasing tangle of twirls and twists behind her head.
It was the kind of hairdo that looked very thrown together and sassy, but she knew that it took a long time to achieve the right look.
Lastly she readjusted the longer loop of pearls to make sure they were resting just so between her tits.
The contrast between the black robe and the bright white pearls on her chest was very striking and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled knowing it would be sure to draw my eye.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly to her reflection thinking she had achieved the look Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway before turning toward the living room.
A tiny part of her mind screamed for her to stop and get out of these clothes but that part was outmatched by a deeper, more primal voice that anxiously awaited what was about to happen.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began walking down the hallway knowing that whatever happened things would probably never be quite the same between her and Durgesh.
She felt herself growing excited as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked from the sleek, sexy fabric flowing past her bare skin.
Her tall heels clicked on the hard wood of the stairs and as she entered the living room.
Ordinarily Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wouldn’t wear shoes to open the presents.
The clicking of her heels made me look up from my magazine when she entered the room.
The look on my face was exactly what she had been hoping for.
My jaw dropped open and I looked at her in surprise for several seconds.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stood still and felt my eyes moving over her.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched them move down to her feet and then slowly move back up to her face.
As she had hoped, she noticed that they lingered near her tits, as I seemed to be drawn to the sight of the pearls tickling her cleavage.
My eyes moved ever so slightly without rising from her tits and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav became immediately aware that her nipples had started to grow hard under the slippery silk.
Undoubtedly, it had started simply from the exquisite friction of the fabric on her nipples as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked and her nervousness, but seeing my eyes exploring her and knowing what might happen next certainly helped them tighten up.
They weren’t yet fully hard but they were definitely stiff enough to be seen through her robe.
For a Moment, she felt embarrassed but then realized that this was nothing, compared to what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going to do.
“Do you like it?” she asked in a soft, playful voice.
“Wow! Sītā Bhārgav, you look fantastic! I mean, you look better than most of the girls at university,” I answered with surprising honesty.
Hearing my words only stoked her already growing arousal and she knew it was time to act.
“Thanks,” she replied as she glided across the room smoothly on her high heels.
She noticed that I watched her move very carefully.
I didn’t particularly stare at any part of her but rather seemed to take in the whole of her movements.
She knew that the tall heels were causing her hips to sway more than normal and she accentuated that as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked.
I was sitting on her big couch.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav moved between the couch and the oversized coffee table, until Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was standing right next to me.
I was looking up at her with a mixture of emotions in my eyes and on my face.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could easily see the curiosity but was also excited to notice that perhaps there was something else there too.
A certain something about the glimmer in my eye denoted excitement and interest.
Instead of sitting on the couch next to me, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly sat down on the edge of the coffee table so Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was facing me.
After sitting, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly crossed her legs, in something Dr. Sītā Bhārgav couldn’t have planned any better, her robe parted, and slipped open revealing her legs all the way up to just over her knees.
For a split second, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw my eyes flash to her bare legs and she felt her nipples grow ever tighter.
I was wearing my usual outfit before I got dressed which was a pair of loose sweats and an old T-shirt.
For a brief Moment, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wondered what was going on under my sweats.
This was the Moment she had been most troubled with.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, clearly, now had my attention and possibly even had me aroused, but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav didn’t know how to take the next step.
Perhaps it was partly from her own increased desire but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav decided to scrap the speech she had planned and simply go for the very direct approach.
She reached out a hand and placed it on my knee.
We both looked at the spot where her hand rested before looking up at each other.
My face was still a mask of gravity.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav simply gave me a soft, calming smile.
She heard me inhale rapidly when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to let her fingers move around slowly on my knee and then some on my thigh.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued this for a short while as the room filled with a heavy, silent tension.
After slowly sliding across the coffee table so Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was now directly in front of me rather than slightly at an angle she placed her other hand on my other knee and began softly rubbing both of my legs at the same time.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still had her legs crossed and knew that when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slid over, even more of her legs had become exposed so I could now easily see at least halfway up her thighs if I wanted to.
In addition, she had to lean over some to reach me properly and knew that this angle would give me an even better view of her cleavage if I wanted it.
Surely, I had seen more of her body exposed as we lounged around the pool together, but I never would have seen her body so teasing and erotically displayed for me.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav glanced at my lap and quickly noticed a bulge in my pants that hadn’t been there before.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled at me and felt her excitement grow even higher knowing she had given me a hard on.
“Sītā Bhārgav?” I said questioningly.
I didn’t say anything else but the tone of my voice and my expression clearly asked her what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was doing.
“Do you like this?” she asked softly.
“I…but…I can’t…you’re my friend’s wife,” I said gravely in quite clear opinion over what was happening.
“Shhhh,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav softly replied trying to keep me as calm as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could. “Don’t think like that. I know what it is like to be your age. So curious, so horny. I’m only a woman and you’re only a man.”
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly spoke Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued rubbing my legs, then reached up with her right hand, and brought it down over the bulge in my pants just as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav called me a man.
I smiled gravely even without a little surprise at her touch.
She felt her own excitement grow from the brief contact with my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund through the soft cotton fabric of my pants.
“Did that touch feel good?” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav softly asked looking up into my face.
I stared back at her with my face still showing gravity over what was happening.
However, there was now no denying the desire that was beginning to burn behind my eyes.
Still, I sat in silence simply staring at her.
Again Dr. Sītā Bhārgav spoke softly and slowly,
“Durgesh, I’ve seen the things you have on your computer. I know what you must do when you are alone looking at those pictures.” She paused as she replaced her right hand on my thigh.
This time her hand landed on the upper part of my thigh only a few inches from my hard Bachhalyā Lund.
She felt the muscles in my leg tense when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav touched me but I didn’t pull away.
“What I can give you is so much more than how that must feel,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said as she again slipped her fingers over to feel my hard Bachhalyā Lund through my pants. “This is my gift for you.”
When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said that it was like some barrier that I had set up in my mind broke.
I let out a long, quiet moan and threw my head back slightly as her fingers touched me through my pants.
Sensing it was time Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slid off the coffee table as she pushed my knees apart.
She knelt on the floor between my legs and reached up to the drawstring of my sweats.
Her long red nails easily grasped the ends of the strings and pulled the knot open.
She moved her hands to my sides and began to pull my sweats off.
I raised my hips off the couch and she pulled them down off my ass.
My Bachhalyā Lund was still stuck inside as I settled back down onto the couch.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached up and lifted them up as she pulled them off until my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund sprang free and stood tall and straight off my lap.
She pulled my sweats off both legs and tossed them aside.
Part of her wanted to begin with my toes and slowly kiss and touch me up my leg but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was so wildly excited and in need of a good fuck that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t able to think of foreplay right now.
Besides, if Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was correct about me, I may last much longer in my obvious excitement before I would cum.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned forward toward my Bachhalyā Lund staring at it closely.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s husband had been a great lover but his Brāhmañ penis had always been a little shorter and smaller than average.
My was probably only average in size or perhaps a bit larger, but in comparison to her memories of her husband and considering how desperately horny Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was it looked huge and more tempting than anything Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could imagine.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned over my lap and since my Bachhalyā Lund was standing so straight and hard Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was able to take it between her lips without even holding its shaft.
She immediately took about half my length into her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth as I released a near primal indication of ecstasy.
The end came after almost an hour.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had really sucked my Bachhalyā Lund madly and savagely, yet still sophisticated.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav bobbed her head a few times and licked the tip of my Bachhalyā Lund with her tongue.
She had fully intended on doing much, much more.
I called out very erudite and bucked my hips upward gravely as I started to cum.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel my cum surging through the shaft of my Bachhalyā Lund with her lips an instant before it erupted into her mouth with a force that shocked her.
She planned to take my whole load in her mouth but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was unprepared for the force and sheer volume of my Bachhalyā cum.
Her mouth was almost full after only the first couple of jets.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav struggled to swallow and keep my Bachhalyā Lund inside her mouth as I bucked my hips.
My Bachhalyā Lund was moving in, out and in to her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth, spurting my Bachhalyā cum heavily inside.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav grasped my Bachhalyā shaft with her Bhārgav Brāhmañ hand and began stroking me that only made me lustier again and seemed to intensify my cumming.
Never had Dr. Sītā Bhārgav experienced such a vast amount of cum.
She excitedly watched it spew out of my Bachhalyā Lund for what was a surprisingly long time before I finally stopped.
My last few spurts of cum barely trickled out of my Bachhalyā Lund and as her fingers worked them out they came out in thick globs that immediately ran down until her hand was coated with my Bachhalyā cum.
I looked her in the face again after I stopped cumming.
My eyes glowed with lust and satisfaction.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav looked back at me.
She had swallowed what was in her mouth and found the taste nasty and intoxicating all at the same time.
Yet, it was the tastiest thing Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had ever tasted in her life.
Yes, Ramā Bhārgav, her younger sister was correct.
The more she licked it the more she wanted to lick it even more, even more and even more.
Yes, her girlfriends were also correct.
They always talked of its incredible taste.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav always tried to stop them.
However, she herself wanted to talk about it now.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
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I was Saåīdah Yåqūb’s older brother.
Of course, not real, her real brother’s friend instead.
It was unfortunate that Saåīdah Yåqūb’s real brother had left them.
Saåīdah Yåqūb knew it was all her Ammī’s fault.
Was it really?
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, her Ammī, was a young woman still, after all.
“She should have married someone, Saåīdah.” her brother was furious, “How the hell can I bear my Ammī is a live in relationship partner of my own friend?”
Saåīdah Yåqūb watched him gravely.
“What’s wrong in it?”
“Durgesh is my Abbū.”
“Oh, hadn’t our Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, married our Ammī when she was Just Eighteen Just Adult and our Abbū was fifty six?”
“Certainly you are not telling me that Abbū could marry a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty but the same Musalmān Beauty can’t do it, when it’s her turn. She isn’t fifty six even. She is only forty two.”
“Are you crazy? Everyone is calling our Ammī a cougar.”
“So what? Isn’t Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī a cougar? Isn’t Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad a cougar? Isn’t Doctor Rābiyah Altamash a cougar? Aren’t a large number of working sophisticated filthy rich Musalmān Beauties cougars now? If our ultramodern sophisticated society is still respecting them, what the hell else our Ammī is doing?”
“I don’t want to argue with you. I can’t bear that my friends tease me calling Durgesh my Abbū.”
“Well?” Saåīdah Yåqūb watched her elder brother with burning eyes, “What the hell you want? Distribution of our ancestral businesses and property? Tell expressly. Come out with your real vile hidden intentions.”*
Saåīdah Yåqūb never told Salmān Yåqūb, her brother, what her own vile hidden intentions were.
But there was a reason behind it.
For a long time she herself had a crush on me.
She favored her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, not because she was broad minded ab initio.
She had seen me fucking her Ammī actually.
Allah, what tremendous lovely nude pair her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, with Durgesh made!
Saåīdah Yåqūb honestly realized, first time, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was not made for her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb ever.
She was made for Durgesh actually.
What if Durgesh was thirty four?
What if her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two?
If the fifty six years old Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb could marry Just Eighteen Just Adult Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, entirely unashamed of himself, why the hell forty two years old her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, can’t fuck thirty two years old Durgesh?
Saåīdah Yåqūb knew Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, her Abbū, was old now.
He was fifty six already when her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Now, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two.
She was entire twenty four years younger when she was married to her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb.
Now, her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, was eighty years old.
He had stopped having sex with her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, when he was not even sixty.
Her parents enjoyed sex with each other only for one year.
Saåīdah Yåqūb overheard her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, telling Durgesh that her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb failed even in their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their very Golden night.
her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucked Durgesh first time then.
Was Durgesh only ten years old then?
And her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucked a ten years old Hindu boy to extinguish the sexual fire between her legs?
Saåīdah Yåqūb couldn’t believe it.
Had the entire other adult males died already?
Yes, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
She could have compromised on an eight years younger Hindu boy even.
Moreover, Durgesh was a hypersexual boy ab initio.
It is said Durgesh was fucking extremely beautiful adult Musalmān Beauties too as early as he could fuck a girl/woman.
Nevertheless, her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, was eighty.
What’s wrong there if her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucks an eight years younger Hindu male?
Her brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb, is communal.
He is jealous of his Hindu friend, Durgesh.
Well, none could say her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two.
She looked ten years younger than her real age.
Durgesh thirty four.
her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, thirty two.
What a perfect match!
To hell with her ever communal ever selfish brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb.*
I was pretty much the worst guy she could possibly be attracted to as far as Saåīdah Yåqūb was concerned.
Moreover, it was possible that I wasn’t interested in a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty while other almost infinite Musalmān Beauties were trying their luck with me.
Her own Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was providing immense sex to Durgesh.
Moreover, her Ammī’s real sisters, her cousins, her Bhābhījāns and her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends were also serving Durgesh sexually with their ever gorgeous ever glamorous ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent female Musalmān bodies.
Why the hell Durgesh would pay any attention to a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty, Saåīdah Yåqūb, then?
It wasn’t just that Durgesh was completely unattainable, that was pretty common for crushes as far as Saåīdah Yåqūb could tell.
It was always having me around, never getting a break from the fantasies floating around in Saåīdah Yåqūb’s head.
Every time she met me in the hallway coming out of the shower with my hair still damp and a towel wrapped around my waist, every time she watched me swimming laps in the pool in our backyard, thoughts would surface in Saåīdah Yåqūb’s head and drive her crazy.
I really was good looking, it wasn’t just Saåīdah Yåqūb who thought so.
Saåīdah Yåqūb’s friends talked about it sometimes, occasionally admitting their own crushes on me, but of course Saåīdah Yåqūb could never tell them how she felt.
That was one of the worst parts about it.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had nobody to talk to.
Moreover, despite all her persistent denials, Saåīdah Yåqūb still felt some inherent guilt that Durgesh was a Hindu and she, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, was herself dreaming of Durgesh.
The guilt had been really bad when Saåīdah Yåqūb first realized how she felt about me, but that had faded over time.
These days the main concern she had as she lay in bed at night masturbating to images of mine was that someone would find out.
In Saåīdah Yåqūb’s mind that would be disaster.
Who would ever want to hang out with Saåīdah Yåqūb if they knew something like that about her?
Especially Durgesh himself.
I was a pretty good older brother to her, an optimum replacement of her real brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb.
Once I grew out of constantly picking on me but Saåīdah Yåqūb was sure if I ever found out about Saåīdah Yåqūb’s crush on me, I would want nothing to do with Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Durgesh was himself already adjusting with her Ammī.
After all, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was his friend’s Ammī.
It might be more troublesome to his morals to have sexual relationship with his friend’s sister too.
Fortunately I seemed completely oblivious to the attention Saåīdah Yåqūb paid me.
Given all the times I had caught Saåīdah Yåqūb staring at me, it was a wonder I hadn’t yet noticed.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb was lying out on a lounger beside our pool working on her tan, nothing uncommon for her during
I was just finishing up mowing the lawn.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had of course been surreptitiously watching me whenever I came into view.
She had gotten quite good at leaving her eyelids open just enough to see through without anyone being able to tell.
And when that was too difficult she could always fall back on simply wearing a pair of sunglasses.
Eventually I put the mower away in the garage and came over to sit down on the chair next to her.
I didn’t speak for a minute or two, and Saåīdah Yåqūb did her best to pretend she didn’t even notice me.
“How’s the tan coming Saåīdah Yåqūb?” I asked.
Saåīdah Yåqūb shrugged,
“Not bad. Need more sunny days like this, it’s been too cloudy lately.”
“Should make sure you don’t burn,” I said casually.
“I’m being careful,” Saåīdah Yåqūb replied, completely failing to pick up on my tone.
“Just in case maybe we should cool you off.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb squealed as I picked her up, finally catching on to what I was up to.
“Durgesh, wait, I…”
I ignored Saåīdah Yåqūb and tossed her into the pool.
As she surfaced and pushed her hair back out of her face she saw me staring constantly at her, she started to blush.
“Could I have my top please?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked quietly to her own immense surprise.
She had been lying on her stomach and had untied Her bikini top to avoid getting a tan line across Her back.
She didn’t realize that when I picked her up but she had definitely become aware.
“Yeah sure,” I mumbled before throwing Saåīdah Yåqūb Her top.
I turned away as she put it on, giving her what privacy I could.
“Sorry about that Saåīdah Yåqūb, I really didn’t… it wasn’t….”
“I know it wasn’t on purpose, it’s okay. Really.” Saåīdah Yåqūb cooed.
She probably should have been as embarrassed as she was, probably should have been at least a little upset; Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t though.
It really was just an accident, not like I was being mean.
Aside from throwing Saåīdah Yåqūb in the pool anyway.
I offered a hand to Saåīdah Yåqūb and helped pull her out of the water.
If she were feeling vindictive, unkind, Saåīdah Yåqūb would have given me a shove toward the pool as she stood there awkwardly.
Instead Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up Her towel and headed inside.
A new fantasy was already building in Her mind.
Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get to Her room as quickly as possible.
She forced Her self to dry off properly first, no point dripping water over the floor and getting in trouble later.
Once safely inside Her room with the door locked Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked on Her bed within seconds.
Various scenarios played out in Her head as Her fingers worked furiously on Her pussy.
Sometimes I would refuse to give Saåīdah Yåqūb Her top, forcing her to climb out of the water and try to retrieve it on Her own.
I would grab Her breasts as she passed me and Saåīdah Yåqūb would pretend not to like it but she would ignore me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb would end up on the ground running Her fingers through my hair as I kissed on Her nipples and stroked Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my hand.
Other times, it went much like it actually did, only she would admit to her that I liked seeing her breasts.
Saåīdah Yåqūb thought impishly that she would offer to let me feel them and eventually she would.
Saåīdah Yåqūb would just stand there as I felt her up, then our eyes would meet and Saåīdah Yåqūb would kiss me.
It would be gentle at first, then her tongue would press into my mouth.
My hand would hold Her head firmly against mine.
Somehow we always ended up fucking beside the pool, that was the part that turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on the most.
Saåīdah Yåqūb came three times just thinking about it and eventually had to stop masturbating for a while.
As she lay on Her back waiting for Her breath to return to normal she looked over at the clock beside Her bed.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had been at it for almost an hour which was a pretty long time even for her.
Her hand lazily stroked the side of Her thigh and worked its way back to her ardent Musalmān clit.
Saåīdah Yåqūb just had to hope she didn’t overdo it and pass out from dehydration or something, that would be extremely awkward.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb was talking to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān on the phone when the story slipped out.
“You mean Durgesh actually saw you topless?”
Saåīdah Yåqūb hadn’t actually decided whether she should tell anyone about it, but Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was Her best friend and Saåīdah Yåqūb knew she would keep it secret.
“Yeah. It was kinda funny actually when I realized what I did. I was so embarrassed,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said winking at Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
“Do you think its going to be awkward between you guys?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān asked.
“Nah, I don’t think its a big deal really. Durgesh probably doesn’t even care except that he might be mad.”
There was a pause on the other end.
Saåīdah Yåqūb almost thought they might have gotten disconnected.
“I dunno Saåīdah Yåqūb, Durgesh might have been embarrassed because he liked seeing you, y’know, topless,” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān said hesitantly.
Her comment freaked Saåīdah Yåqūb out for a second.
She was worried that Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān somehow found out about Her fantasies.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t actually know anything, she was just speculating.
It might even have just been a joke except that it didn’t seem like something she would joke about.
“Yeah right, I’m sure Durgesh wants to see me naked,” Saåīdah Yåqūb shot back, hoping Her pause hadn’t been too long.
“Whatever you say. But it does happen Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m just saying.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb chewed on Her lip as Her mind raced.
She didn’t seem to be bothered by the idea of me wanting to look at her.
The question was whether she would be bothered by what Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to tell her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was so tired of keeping it secret that the opportunity was too much to pass up.
“Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said slowly, “I want to tell you something, but it has to be a secret. You can’t tell it to anybody, ever. And I really hope it doesn’t freak you out.”
“I promise Saåīdah Yåqūb, cross my heart.”
She sounded intrigued, excited even.
Only because she didn’t know what Saåīdah Yåqūb was going to tell her; the best Saåīdah Yåqūb could hope for, after that, was indifference.
“I kinda… have thoughts about Durgesh. Like bad thoughts. Where he’s… naked and stuff.” Saåīdah Yåqūb knew she was making a mess of what Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to say.
It wasn’t coming out right.*
“Oh, yeah. I figured,”
It took a moment for her statement to sink in, I couldn’t even comprehend its significance.
“Wait, what? You knew?”
That was bad.
That was very bad.
Not that she knew so much, she clearly wasn’t all that upset.
But she had never told anyone as far as she could recall.
It meant it must be obvious how she felt.
Fuck, maybe everyone knew.
Maybe they were all laughing about it behind Her back.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was just the girl with a crush on her own Hindu Stepfather.
Moreover, she couldn’t even keep it a secret.
“Yeah, sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb. I’ve been pretty sure for a while that something was going on there. You know how I say you talk in your sleep? Well Durgesh’s name comes up a lot when you’re dreaming. Among other things”
Saåīdah Yåqūb was relieved to say the least.
If Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān had only worked it out because of what Saåīdah Yåqūb said in Her sleep then Saåīdah Yåqūb was probably safe.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was the only person who had slept in the same room with Saåīdah Yåqūb for a long time.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t have to worry about anybody else knowing.*
The talks with Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān helped a lot.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t feel almost so alone anymore.
All the worrying she’d done about telling Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān seemed silly in hindsight, since she was nothing but supportive toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
If Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān felt anything negative toward Saåīdah Yåqūb at all, she had never showed as much as even a hint of the same.
The rest of Her life remained pretty consistent.
Saåīdah Yåqūb still fantasized of me and masturbated too much.
I was worried now.
It wasn’t good either for her health or morals.
Soon it might appear on her character even if it wasn’t cured.
Should I fuck Saåīdah Yåqūb?
If she wants me, let her too have me?
What the hell difference would it make to me?
Even my Practical Chief Wife now was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, once my stepdaughter herself.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad had almost given their active charge to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
If even my Practical Chief Wife today was once my stepdaughter, if a large number of my Live in relationship Partners now were once my stepdaughters, what’s wrong there if Saåīdah Yåqūb also joins them?
I must think of her character.
Must not I?
Saåīdah Yåqūb was unsurprisingly awkward around me at times, particularly when she was sunbathing.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for the most part since she assumed everything would get back to normal soon.
Everything did not, however, get back to normal.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was usually really good about keeping Her door locked when she was feeling horny.
Someone would have caught her masturbating long ago even if I would haven’t.
Obviously Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t quite as meticulous about it as she should have been.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb was just coming down from yet another self-inflicted orgasm when she saw me standing in the doorway.
My hand was still on the doorknob.
We stared at each other fascinated, as we shared a moment of ultimate intimacy, for what seemed like hours.
“I thought I heard my name…” I smiled boldly and looked at her.
“Allah, youuuuuuuuuuuuu? Get out!” Saåīdah Yåqūb shouted, finally reacting to the situation.
She pulled her blanket over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī naked Musalmān body even though it was too late to do much good.
Then she pulled it over her head before burying her face in her pillow.
Hiding couldn’t help but she couldn’t think of anything else to do.
The floorboards creaked quietly as I approached the bed.
“Go away!” Saåīdah Yåqūb tried to yell but her words lacked the proper force.
Tears were welling up in her eyes.
I knew her secret now.
I heard her saying my name.
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Fuck me, Durgesh, please!!!”
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t remember doing it, but it could easily have slipped out while she was cumming.
I definitely knew Saåīdah Yåqūb was masturbating when she said it too.
Maybe if she’d had clothes on at the time I could have passed it off as something else, but getting caught naked with her hand still lying on her cunt was pretty humiliating, and enormously embarrassing too.
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Well, they used me right from the beginning.
Almost the entire extraordinary Musalmān Beauties who were hornier than the rest of them, never looked at me as a Just Eighteen Just Adult Hindu boy.
They always tried to take advantage of me sexually.
Yet, how the hell can, I blame them?
Am I not today, what they made me?
Yes, they were not making me.
I know it today.
Yet, being Just Eighteen Just Adult I wasn’t as skillful sexually as I am today.
But they were.
They were already married.
Yes, they were the Ammīs and Bājīs of my friends, the Ammīs and Bājīs of my beloveds, etcetera, yet they taught me how I could satisfy them sexually with my Just Eighteen Just Adult Uncut Hindu Cock.
Yes, I called them Ammīs and/or Bājīs, respecting their such relations with my friends, beloveds etcetera.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t go against them.
Yes, they were pleasure seekers with me.
So many of them didn’t love me actually.
It was a purely sexual relationship.
Can it alter the fact that they taught me how I could satisfy even the mature Musalmān Beauties sexually?
I damn care if they were cheating their husbands, fathers, brothers and/or their other male relatives/guardians.
Wasn’t it their own problem?
And if they couldn’t handle their own problem how the hell was I responsible for it?
It was late.
Yet I couldn’t help it.
Nishāt Zahīr didn’t allow me to pull out my Uncut Hindu Cock from her extremely ravenous ardent Musalmān Cunt.
How could I leave her unsatisfied?
I never left any of my women, whether young or mature, without satisfying her optimum.
It was a sin in my eyes.
No man has a right to leave any woman unsatisfied sexually once he started lovemaking with her.
That’s why the women cheated their man.
Even then, I came home with a painfully aching hard-on.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
How utmost hypersexual a Just Eighteen Just Adult young Hindu man I was!
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was working late.
I called her Ammī.
Actually, she was my friend, Muħammad Yåqūb’s Ammī.
I went straight to the bathroom.
In my haste to squeeze myself, I forgot to close and lock the bathroom door.
I yanked my pants down, grabbed some of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s hand lotion and started stroking my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock, immediately.
I needed some relief quick.
I had just started stroking my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock when I noticed a pair of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s soiled panties lying on the bathroom floor.
I picked them up and placed them to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was intoxicating.
Moreover, the fragrance of her ardent Musalmān Cunt was emanating from it.
My mind was a blur as I held Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s panties against my Uncut Hindu Cock and furiously stroked my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock with her panties surrounding it.
Naked visions of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān were flowing through my mind, when suddenly, I heard a loud gasp.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was standing in the bathroom doorway with her hand over her extremely beautiful mouth.
There was nothing more embarrassing than having your friend’s mother catch you her dirty panties surrounding your Uncut Hindu Cock while you are squeezing.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān ran from the room immediately.
I pulled my pants up and quickly followed her trying to explain.
She told me she understood what I was doing, but I should have had the decency at least to lock the door.
We decided immediately, it was time for us to get a bigger place.
The next morning we went looking for a bigger place to live.
Luckily, a friend of hers, Lubnā Imrān, knew someone who had a small two-bedroom house Al Siddīqah Al Salmān could rent.
It needed some work and only had one bathroom but it was quite affordable for Al Siddīqah Al Salmān.
After inspecting it, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān decided to rent it.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān told Lubnā Imrān she would take it and we set about fixing it up.
After a new coat of paint and some minor repairs, the house was quite livable.
It was strange when we first moved into Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s new home because I’d never had my own bedroom at Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s household.
It was actually quite lonely without having Al Siddīqah Al Salmān lying next to me in bed.
Pretty soon though, everything seemed to get back to normal except for one thing, I still couldn’t get the intoxicating smell from her panties and the visions of her extremely beautiful naked ardent Musalmān body, out of my mind.
There was a tension between the two of us, after the bathroom incident that, never quite went away.
Years passed and Al Siddīqah Al Salmān got a promotion at work.
She would have to work more hours but the money was good.
I brought a couple of old computers home and totally rebuilt them.
I gave one of them to Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and taught her how to use it.
She seemed to really enjoy the computer and it didn’t take long before she had learned how to pay the bills with online banking.
More and more; my sexual fantasies were focused on Al Siddīqah Al Salmān.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān stood about 5 foot 6 with a slim figure and a perky set of tits.
She had long silky brown hair that flowed over her shoulders.
At the young age of 41, time had treated her well and I thought she was the most absolutely beautiful woman in the world.
The woman I wanted more than life itself was living in the same house with me, yet I could not touch her.
I was living a hell on earth.
On my 21st birthday, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān took me out to dinner.
For the first time since she caught me squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her panties around it, I didn’t feel quite as much tension between us.
We went to a little private club in town and had a really good time.
After dinner we went to the local watering hole.
After a few drinks, a slow song was playing on the jukebox.
I asked Al Siddīqah Al Salmān if she would like to dance.
At first, she said no but I was persistent and she finally agreed.
By the time we made it to the dance floor, the song had ended.
I could see the disappointment in her eyes so I put a dollar in the jukebox and played some more music. When she gently laid her head on my shoulder, I was in heaven.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān had put her head on my shoulder, not as my friend’s Ammī would have.
On the other hand, was it my positive fantasy only?
I wasn’t sure.
We were swaying to the music and everything was going great until I developed a hard-on.
To my surprise, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān pulled herself closer to me.
We danced close together for a long time until I’m leaned down and tried to kiss her.
She pulled away with tears in her eyes and said.
“I think it’s best we call it a night.”
We went back to the bar and she finished her drinks without another word being spoken between us.
I paid our tab and we went home to our separate bedrooms.
Distraught, I went online to one of my favorite websites.
It was in an incest role-play site, where people go to live out their fantasies.
My username was EverbestFucker20.
The previous night I had left a message on the forum asking if any women would like to exchange erotic emails.
Lucky enough there was an answer in my inbox.
It was from a lady whose username was iwantDurgesh42.
I looked at her profile and was extremely surprised to find out she lived in my hometown.
Her e-mail read like this.
“Dear EverbestFucker20, I would very much like to exchange erotic emails with you. I’m a sexually frustrated mother and have been, ever since I caught my son’s friend squeezing. His big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock is implanted in my mind. I am looking forward to your reply. Extremely horny, iwantDurgesh42”
I was ready to bust a nut when I read her e-mail. Almost instantaneously, I set about sending her my reply.
I wanted to make a good impression, naturally.
Thinking carefully a lot, I began to type my reply. “Dear Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, I have wanted you for such a very long time.
When you walked in on me while I was squeezing, it was you I was thinking of.
I was imagining your juicy lips wrapped around my big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted to pull you close to me and give you all of the love you deserve.
Your Allah has blessed you with the beauty of a goddess and if ever given the chance, I would love to ravish you. I am dying to kiss your sweet lips and luscious Musalmān breasts.
I would slowly kiss my way down your body until I reached your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān treasure box, the place from whence my friend came.
I would pay homage to it with my gentle Hindu kisses.
I would then kiss your clit until I had you moaning for my hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
When you are ready, I would place the head of my big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance of your inviting pussy, ever so slowly, I would descend deep inside of you. With hard deep strokes, I would thrust my hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock deep into your hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy over and over until our ashvinātam coupling was finally consummated.
After our lovemaking session is through, I would hold you in my arms and never let you go.
We would finally be one, together in love, forever.
I love you Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and I’m looking forward to hearing from you very soon.”
I sent my e-mail to her but I really didn’t expect a reply.
The last few times I sent emails to women who answered my ad, I never heard from them again.
I decided I would watch some porn and squeeze before I went to bed, when suddenly I saw my inbox flashing.
I opened it immediately and got the surprise of my life.
She had already answered me back.
“Dear Durgesh, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is soaking wet.
Ever since I opened your e-mail, I have been masturbating.
I need to cum so bad!
What I really need though, is your big, fat, hard, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside my sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
To hell with role-play, can you meet me somewhere tomorrow evening?
I have only three rules, we both must wear masks and the lights in the room must be very dim; also, you are to be totally naked and ready to please me.
If you agree with my terms, I will be excitedly waiting your reply. Love, your friend’s horny Ammī.”*
Immediately, I picked up the phone and made a reservation at the local Holiday Inn.
Once I had the reservation, I began typing.
“Of course I can meet you tomorrow evening. There is a Holiday Inn on route 64, there will be a room key left for you under the name Muħammad Yåqūb.
I will be on pins and needles until I see you tomorrow.
I am looking forward to finally giving you the love you deserve. Love, your extremely hard, Durgesh.”
I was so excited I squeezed three times before I could finally fall to sleep.
The next day seemed to go on forever.
I couldn’t wait to get off work so I could go home and get ready to meet my mysterious lover.
I had just got home from work and grabbed a juice out of the refrigerator when Al Siddīqah Al Salmān came into the kitchen.
She was practically glowing.
I told her.
“Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, what’s going on, you look absolutely stunning!”
She touched me on the arm and said.
“I don’t know, maybe, it’s because I have a date this evening.”
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān had not been out on a date in nearly 5 years.
Not only was I stunned, I was happy too.
I immediately asked her.
“Is he somebody I know?”
“No honey, you haven’t ever met him because even I haven’t met him yet. Lubnā Imrān from work set me up on a blind date. She said I needed to get out more often.” Al Siddīqah Al Salmān answered me.
I could feel my face gleaming.
I was so happy.
“You mean to tell me, you are going out with someone you don’t even know! He could be a rapist for all you know! Are you at least going to let me meet him?!”
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān gave me a disappointed look and said emphatically!
“No, you are not going to meet him! I don’t grill you about the little floozies you date! Listen here young man, I’m a grown up woman and I can take care of myself! You are just going to have to trust my judgment!”
Before storming out of the room, I yelled out!
“That’s fine but don’t expect me to be here waiting on you to come home! I have a date myself and believe me; I plan on getting lucky tonight!”
I needed to blow off some steam so I went to my room and started working out with my weights.
I was about 15 minutes into my workout when there was a knock on the door.
It was Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and she wanted to talk.
I unlocked the door and told her to come on in.
When she sat down on my bed I began imagining holding her tight and ravishing her fantastic Musalmān body.
While my mind was focusing on all of the beautiful things I would love to do with my beautiful Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, I didn’t realize she was already talking to me.
I was brought out of my daydream when I felt Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s hand touch mine.
After she motioned for me to sit beside her, she told me.
“Durgesh, I’m sorry for raising my voice to you earlier. I know you are only concerned for my safety, but really honey, I am a big girl and your friend’s mama can take care of herself.”
“I know Al Siddīqah Al Salmān; I think my problem is I’m just a little worried. You are so beautiful that I guess I’m afraid I’ll lose you.” I explained to her.
I saw Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s eyes light up when I told her she was beautiful.
She looked into my eyes and asked.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful or are you just saying that because I’m your friend’s mother?”
Immediately, I replied.
“Of course I think you are beautiful! If I had a pick of any woman in the world to spend the rest of my life with, my pick would be you!”
I could see some small tears forming in her eyes and once again, I felt the sexual tension in the air.
Our faces were only mere inches apart when I lowered my head to kiss her.
Just before my lips touched hers, she turned her head and stammered.
“Uh, Uh, I have to go. You, you have a good time tonight and be careful. I love you, son.”
I knew I had blown my chance because she practically ran from the room.
The thing about it was, I did not want just to fuck her, I wanted to make love to her.
I made up my mind, come tomorrow morning; I was going to tell her exactly how I really felt about her.
When Al Siddīqah Al Salmān left the house, I was still worried at her because she was still going out on her date.
I didn’t really feel like going out to meet my mysterious lover so I went to the website to see if she was online, but she wasn’t there.
I knew I had to at least go to the hotel and explain myself so I took a shower, got dressed and headed to the Holiday Inn.
After I checked into the hotel, I went to the bar to have a few juices.
I was about to head up to my room when I saw Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s car pull in the parking lot.
I thought, ‘I can’t believe it, she came here to meet her fuck buddy. Fuck it; if she can fuck anybody she wants, I can too.’
I went upstairs and set about following all of my mysterious lover’s demands.
After I turned all of the lamps on low, I pulled the covers back on the bed and undressed.
I turned the television on and started searching for an X rated movie to help me get in the mood.
When I finally found one that suited me, I lay down on the bed and began to squeeze my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was so excited it took no time for my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock to become fully hard.
I was thinking I might go ahead before my lover arrived when there was a sudden knock on the door.
My mysterious lover was here.
I reached over to the bedside table and quickly put my mask on.
I could not see her real well in the dimly lit room but I could see enough to know she had a fine body.
Without saying a word, she undressed.
As she came closer to the bed, I started to say hello but she motioned for me to be silent.
I had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth and this time would be no different.
The first thing she did was, climb upon the bed and immediately start sucking my rock hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
She took inch by inch of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock into her warm inviting mouth.
Once she had all of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock inside of her mouth, she began bobbing her head up and down my fat unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock with such precision; I knew I would not be able to last long.
Each time her mouth descended on my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock she would roll my balls in her hand.
She was giving me the most glorious blowjob I had ever experienced in my young life.
I was holding on pretty well until she did something amazing, when she arrived at the head of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock one more time, she took her tongue and tried to insert it into my piss-hole.
It was an amazing sensation and sent me over the edge.
I screamed. “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ooohhh my Godd, I’m Cumming Al Siddīqah Al Salmān! I’m Cumming in your mouth! Ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh nooo!”
Upon hearing me scream, she pulled her head from my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock and the first blast of cum shot straight up in the air and landed on my chest.
As I looked down to my chest I heard a shriek.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my God, it can’t be! Durgesh, is that you?!”*
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Muħammad bin Qāsim remembered that he looked at me expectantly.
We were still on the Yacht then.
I was watching the sealed envelope Muħammad bin Qāsim had given to me.
“Taufīq Fātimah knows ACP Suraiyā Jamāl personally and she has mentioned to me two or three times, Jījū, that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is a dangerous antagonist.”
“Taufīq Fātimah is right.” I said gravely.
Muħammad bin Qāsim watched me peculiarly.
“Jījū, am I to assume that perhaps there was some particular significance that attached to her remarks?”
“Taufīq Fātimah is your wife now, Sālé Miyān; you should understand that she isn’t a fool.”
“I know. Would ACP Suraiyā Jamāl cross examine me?”
“Your father’s disappearance isn’t a normal event in Ved Nagar. Is it?”
“Certainly not. ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is already asking me searching questions. About my poisoning, I mean. Not about the mysterious disappearance of my father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
I kept quiet for a moment only.
Then I whirled at him.
“As most of the Musalmān Beauties are nowadays, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is also against Pseudo Musalmīn very much. That’s why Abbū Imām and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has chosen ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to assist Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here.”
“The Musalmīn are suffering now on the entire globe due to the mad activities of crazy Musalmān terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn must oppose the terrorists more than they are doing now.”
“There are some Musalmīn that think the terrorists are right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim clenched his fists in frustration and helplessness.
“That’s the problem the rest of the Musalmīn have to face if they don’t oppose the terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn are now deliberately marrying their ardent Musalmān sisters and daughters to Hindus now. They think it would prove they aren’t communal at all.”
“Abbū married Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I was against it first, but when I listened to what Abbū had to say in the matter, I myself had to agree.”
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl put in quite a bit of time asking me why we allowed Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“She is quite inquisitive about these matters.” I smiled somewhat curtly, “As Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl does too believe in Dr. Ali Sina that every Musalmān is either terrorist or potential terrorist at least. Sorry, the more I try to explain then it isn’t correct the more they believe I am being kind to the Musalmīn on the cost of Non Musalmīn’s life and wealth.”
“Well, they are correct. I myself think sometimes that you are more lenient to Musalmīn than to the Non Musalmīn.”
I whirled at Muħammad bin Qāsim once more.
“The hell you do.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled apologetically.
“I don’t want to lie to you any more, Sorry.”
“Sālé Miyān.” I smiled, “It’s alright. Okay.”
“I was poisoned a few days ago.”
“Before your father disappeared?”
“Yes. I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning, but apparently, it wasn’t. Anyway, that’s what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl says. She wants to make a lot of trouble.”
There was a moment of silence.
Only the sound of water slipping past the sides of the yacht was audible.
Moreover, it was plainly audible.
“I see.” I said.
“Taufīq Fātimah, my Hollywood Star wife, and I had dinner there. Both of us didn’t eat the same things. Taufīq Fātimah had red wine. I had white wine then. Taufīq Fātimah had prime ribs of beef cooked rare and French fried potatoes. I had fried oysters and vegetables. Only the desserts we had was the same. After half an hour of our eating, we both became ill. Taufīq Fātimah was only slightly ill while I was quite ill. I thought it a typical case of food poisoning.”
“I’m listening to.” I said.
I stood with my elbows over the rail.
I was looking down at the rippling water that curled up against the sides of the vessel, splashed over into little foam crested ripples and then fell rapidly astern.
There was silence for several seconds.
Then, Muħammad bin Qāsim said abruptly.
“I think we’re headed for the island, Jījū.”
“That’s right, Sālé Miyān.”
“I was talking about this food poisoning.”
“I requested you to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die. I’m still waiting for the answer.”
“If Taufīq Fātimah would be implicated, I promise you to protect her if she is innocent.”
“She is innocent, Jījū. She is innocent. Somebody is trying his/her best to frame her.”
“She is a Hollywood Star, isn’t she?”
“Most of us Musalmīn don’t want to give that much liberty to Musalmān Beauties ever. We are so over possessive that we are crazy to govern even the lives of the Musalmān Beauties that aren’t related to us in any manner.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I think some crazy Musalmān is behind it, not Taufīq Fātimah. He/she wants to punish me by killing me in this way and let Taufīq Fātimah to go to gas chamber for the so called murder of her husband.”
“I was pretty sick. I called a physician. The same physician treated Taufīq Fātimah, my wife.”
I didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim continued to say.
“I explained to the physician treating both of us that it was food poisoning, probably something that had been canned because there was a burning metallic taste in my throat.”
I still didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim again continued.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed up yesterday afternoon and told me that I had been poisoned by arsenic. I think she is after to make something of it.”
“She asked me a lot of questions about what enemies I had and all that sort of type. Allah, I don’t want any newspaper and/or news channel notoriety of anything like that, particularly right at this time. I’m putting across several important business deals, Jījū, you already know.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed him, “How did ACP Suraiyā Jamāl think the arsenic get in the food?”
“She didn’t bother to tell me that. Instead, she wanted me to tell her that. I suggested her to go to the restaurant. If she is right about the arsenic, it might be the cook of the restaurant. Who else?”
“Anyone else poisoned?” I asked.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said that there had been no other complaints.”
I raised my eyes.
The sun was setting.
A thin moist haze seemed to be rising from the water.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan came along the deck.
She said cheerily.
“Hey, you both look rather serious. Spoiling your appetite by talking some damn business?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Certainly not, Bājī. I was telling Jījū about ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s visit yesterday afternoon. You advised me to tell Jījū everything.”
“Oh, I still think it was food poisoning. You are already all right now.”
“Fit as a fiddle.”
“Yet, somewhat pale, however.”
“That’s an elder sister’s over concern, Bājī, nothing else.”
“Nonsense. What did your Jījū say?”
“He hasn’t. He was to say something when you came.”
“Well, I’m rounding up the guests for cocktails.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled authoritatively, “Dinner will be served in about thirty minutes. Your Jījū said he wants to give the cocktails time to take hold.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim asked casually.
“Bājī, do you know whether we’re headed for some fixed direction, or are we just cruising?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her right index finger on her lips.
“I’m not talking, sorry. Sealed orders from your Jījū.”
“We’re probably going to the island.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I don’t want to be impolite to you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. But I’m living in relationship with your Jījū now for four years about. During these years I’ve learned when it pleases Durgesh that I talk and when it pleases him that I won’t.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim teased her.
“Oh, come on, Bājī. You are not an ordinary wife any more. You are Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“Jacqueline Lincoln is the Everfirst Lady President of United States of America. But even Jacqueline Lincoln knows how to govern our ever indomitable Hindu husband. If we want something, we are cheerfully ready to pay for it. It’s an art to govern your husband.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
I was smiling on the efficient smartness of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was indomitable too.
Only Durgesh could govern Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln.
In addition, it was a great honor for me, I knew.
Muħammad bin Qāsim and I accompanied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down to the canopied after deck.*
The seven hundred eighty six girls caught up with Taufīq Fātimah just as she reached the strips.
“Taufīq Fātimah,” one girl shouted to her.
Taufīq Fātimah didn’t recognize any of them
Nevertheless, their number, Seven hundred Eighty Six, told her their special status.
They were Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s girlies.
Taufīq Fātimah was now almost sure of it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost successful Musalmān Beauty now.
She has successfully managed to conquer not Durgesh only, despite her thirty-two years younger bubbling youth, she successfully used her live in relationship with Durgesh to establish Democracy in Saůūdī Årab too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her extremely stunning Musalmān beauty and immensely overflowing Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān youth for it.
However, it was because her parents were with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Taufīq Fātimah also wanted to do many things, but her parents are too orthodox and too conservative.
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties definitely knew who Taufīq Fātimah was, even if Taufīq Fātimah didn’t know any of them.
“We want a run,” one of the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties said, speaking loudly so that the people passing them could hear the challenge, “You can lead and pick the point.”
“Done,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled triumphantly, “You said you are Seven hundred Eighty Six in number. C-786th then, Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī localway intersection.”
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties frowned.
Does Taufīq Fātimah outexcel them in brains too?
All the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties were around twenty-eight.
So was Taufīq Fātimah.
Taufīq Fātimah leaned over and rolled up the cuffs of her pants a little.
She could shake all the Seven hundred Eighty Six before they reached the destination Taufīq Fātimah had named.
More couples, some triples too, passed and stepped on to the nearest strip.
The triples were not as efficient as the couples were.
The Pseudo Musalmīn husbands that formed the third of the Triples, were not as efficient as their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners were.
Does Bisexuality really affect the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands adversely?
Nevertheless, the Triples are not only legal here; they are surviving as well, despite futile terrorist attacks.
No terrorist attack ever succeeded here at Ved Nagar.
The Law and Order at Ved Nagar was marvelous.
The governments of almost every country now studying the management of the Law and Order at Ved Nagar, with the Ved Nagar Government‘s express permission of course.*
A dance music was being played on the canopied after deck.
Sidrah Aħmad was dancing with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners and lady friends agreed with Shankar Mahāpralayankar more than with me.
“Your vision is right but your planning to achieve it is impractical, Durgesh darling.” Sidrah Aħmad used to say, “I think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more practical.”
“Thank you, Sidrah Aħmad.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar beamed at her.
I smiled and looked at Nafīsah Salmān.
Nafīsah Salmān grimaced.
“I don’t agree with you, Sidrah Aħmad. You want to say, the terrorists cannot be controlled effectively if the noble persons too don’t resort to illegal means?”
“Sidrah Aħmad has a point there, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan had looked at his wife gravely.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed.
“I never expect anything better from you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Durgesh is a great man, no doubt.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “But he doesn’t understand Musalmān terrorists psychology at all. He thinks the Musalmīn are terrorists, criminals/criminal minded because they are Uneducated/Under Educated.”
“It’s not true?” I stopped my Uncut Hindu Penis inside Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan entirely buried there to my balls.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wrapped her strong nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis driven more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I squeezed her nude young Musalmān buttocks and kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her lips.
“Dr. Ali Sina doesn’t agree with you, my dear Hindu husband.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, contracting her vaginal muscles around my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina is a better authority on Islam than myself?” I smiled benignly enjoying my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft inside her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly but he didn’t see anything himself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now Sidrah Aħmad on her knees.
He was penetrating Sidrah Aħmad now from her glorious behind.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said gravely.
“Dr. Ali Sina isn’t alone, Durgesh. He has too many followers and even numerous Co-authors now.”
“What the hell you think it does mean Ħumairah?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kept licking my Uncut Hindu Cock visiting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Cunt vigorously.
“Simply that Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors can’t be ignored only by shrugging our shoulders.”
“Dr. Ali Sina has challenged the followers and admirers of Islam if anyone of them proves him wrong, Dr. Ali Sina would pay him a large amount of money.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled, “Why don’t you accept his challenge, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! if you think Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors are not correct in their interpretation of Islam?”*
The dog, deftly avoiding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s kick, stood watching Muħammad bin Qāsim with lips that curled back from his fangs.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
“Come on in. Let’s go inside, sit down, and talk this thing over in a civilized fashion.”
“We may differ about our idea what the civilized fashion actually is.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled sarcastically.
Nevertheless, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smarter.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are as cuckold as I am. So, our ideas about what is civilized and what’s not can’t differ very much.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“What the hell you mean? I am not cuckold even a bit.”
“You are, my dear boy, you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly, “Most of us Musalmīn are actually cuckold to our Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners whether we are bold enough to acknowledge and accept it or not.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr contemptuously.
“You are still alive despite your immensely hateful opinion about most of us Musalmīn, because you are living here at Ved Nagar. If you lived elsewhere the Musalmān terrorists had killed you already.”
“My dear child,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly once more, “You have only heard about Musalmān terrorists, don’t you? Have you met ever anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is your Bājī. She is herself running the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband since she wasn’t even the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. She is the Brain and Power behind cuckolding most of us Musalmān husbands. What do you think? Durgesh has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Shankar Mahāpralayankar has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Hindus have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? No, never. Our own Musalmān Houseladies have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands.”
“Because you Musalmān terrorists were blaspheming Islam more than the non Musalmīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thundered at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suddenly, “Even then the impotent Musalmīn were not criticizing you blaspheming bastards. We, Musalmān Houseladies of yours, never did cuckold you enjoying it very much. We did it because we didn’t have another option whatsoever. You bastard Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn compelled us, your own Musalmān Houseladies, to cuckold you if we had to save our own Īmān.”*
Amīnah Zahīr raised her hand.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, have you come here to discuss the cuckolding of you Musalmān husbands?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed at Muħammad bin Qāsim contemptuously, scornfully.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was too indulged in discussions with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr he hadn’t even realized when Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had brought them through the first door to the left.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had led the way into the room that had been fitted up as a library cum bedroom.
It was a neat job of books and shelves.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr there on the bed.
“Kħush Āmadīd,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim, making a sweeping inclusive gesture, “Welcome.”
The party seated themselves.
“All right,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at them melodically, “now let’s hear what you folks have to say.”
“You’re getting the cart and horse all mixed up,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled courteously, “We want to hear what you have to say.”
“We have nothing to say.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled disarmingly.
“You knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“Who says so?” Amīnah Zahīr smiled charmingly.
“I say so.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled charmingly too, “Amīnah Zahīr, you knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Nevada. You were quite friendly with her. You talked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim out of getting a divorce from her husband. You told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
Salmān Qāsim stared down at her naked glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, gently stroking her firm, flat stomach.
Jalālunnisā Assalāt was beautiful, even extremely beautiful.
Her black, shoulder length hair was in a tangled mass, framing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face against the pillow.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face seemed so peaceful, her eyes closed, her full, moist lips apart.
Her pert, but by no means small, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts rose and fell gently as she breathed.
Her firm extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts tilt slightly upwards, her nipples pointed and very sensitive, her aureoles and nipples small and dark.
As she was lying so still, her tummy was totally flat, the muscles clearly defined, her neat little navel nestling in the bowl of her belly.
Her extremelylovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were big, heavy, and her legs long and shapely.
Her pubic mound was prominent, her hair very long.
Jalālunnisā Assalāt kept fit by jogging, and this showed in her well-toned body.
Her suntan from the previous years holiday was still evident, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts even pink than the rest of her.
She stirred, drawing a knee up, and away from her body.
Salmān Qāsim glimpsed her extremelylovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy between her legs.
Her pink outer lips seemed pale and moist, her larger inner lips clearly visible to him, dark and prominent.
Her sensitive little clit was nowhere to be seen, still hidden behind its hood.
Salmān Qāsim loved her with a passion, and had done so ever since they first met at college.
They’d been together for the ten years since then, and had been married for the last three.
They had always been faithful to each other – in fact, apart from the odd fumble before they met, they were each other’s only sexual partners.
They were totally fulfilled, enjoying a very active – and creative – sex life.
Totally fulfilled that is, apart from one thing – Salmān Qāsim desperately wanted to see Jalālunnisā Assalāt being fucked by Durgesh.
He longed to see Durgesh driving his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy while he himself was shoving his cut Musalmān cock in her mouth.
Moreover, Salmān Qāsim was sure that Jalālunnisā Assalāt wanted this as well.
In fact, who the hell doesn’t?
Every Musalmān Beauty, without any single exception, yes, that’s what Salmān Qāsim is sure, dies to suck and fuck Durgesh.
In addition, Salmān Qāsim knows something more.
Even most of the Musalmīn themselves now wanted their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies to suck and fuck Durgesh.
Salmān Qāsim isn’t alone.
His friend, Shahrukħ Kħan, not the actor of course, only named similarly, had even gone to the extent:
“I’ve put a condition opposite Ħāfizah Aslam.”
“Condition?” Salmān Qāsim looked at Shahrukħ Kħan.
“That I’d marry her only if she fucks Durgesh successfully first.”
“What?” Salmān Qāsim couldn’t believe what he heard.*
It had been a long day of boating, sun, and drinking with
Muħammad Salmān’s wife, Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān’s long-time friend, Durgesh.
I met them at our lakeside condo to for a well needed release of steam.
Once back at the condo, we ate, drank some more, sat around the pool, and drank some more.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening our minds were cloudy and our bodies were weary.
We’re not much for entertaining, so we just have a one bedroom condo.
When they invited me, they didn’t think about our couch, that’s not much bigger than a loveseat, not being large enough for me to sleep on.
Fortunately, they had a king size bed in their bedroom.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān told e it was big enough for all of us to sleep comfortably and that we were good enough friends to make the situation work.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān had always had a habit of leaving a radio on in the room as they slept.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān always liked having a little bit of sound and small amount of light in the room rather than complete darkness.
That night it afforded Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān the opportunity to whisper to each other in bed, so that Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān couldn’t be heard by me.
Once in bed, I lay on one side face outward.
Muħammad Salmān was lying on the other side facing inward, and Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn was in between us facing me, out of courtesy.
Out of courtesy only?
I never believed it even for a single moment.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn always watched between my legs whenever we were together.
She damn cared for her husband, my friend, Muħammad Salmān even, doing it.
And why the hell should she?
Muħammad Salmān was of course her Kħālāzād cousin and her husband now, but the business he was the Manager of, did not belong to either Muħammad Salmān or his Ammī.
It was exclusively owned by Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn.
After Muħammad Shahābuddīn retired from business voluntarily, Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn took his charge as its new Managing Director.
Muħammad Salmān was a Manager only, even being her Kħālāzād cousin and her husband too.
Muħammad Salmān was not as filthy rich as Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn was, neither as talented even.
I had advised Muħammad Salmān,
“Join me, Salmān. It’s not good to work under your own wife.”
Muħammad Salmān discussed it with his wife.
“Rukħsānah, Durgesh has offered me to join him in HVSI Group of Companies.”
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn looked at him with a smirk.
“Your sisters are too beautiful, Muħammad Salmān.”
Muħammad Salmān smiled.
“Not as beautiful as yourself and even your own sisters are.”
“Sure, but Durgesh isn’t after me, neither after my more beautiful sisters.”
Muħammad Salmān laughed.
“You are jealous of me.”
“Oh no. Certainly not. I’ve noticed you watching between his legs every now and then.”
“So what? Your own sisters do it. Your own Bhābhījāns do it. Almost every extremely attractive Musalmān Beauty does it now even entirely unashamed of herself. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully revolutionized the Musalmān Beauties since, in the matter.”*
As Muħammad Salmān’s mind began to focus on the three of us together in bed it obviously drifted into the direction of sex.
Muħammad Salmān’s cock sprang to life and he took Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn’s hand, so she could feel it.
She grinned and whispered that Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān couldn’t do anything about it right now.
He said that he bets Durgesh was just as hard as he was with her between them.
She dismissed that saying that Durgesh was an old friend and wouldn’t be thinking about her like that.
Muħammad Salmān reassured Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn that she was, even at 50, someone that any man would love to fuck.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn filled with immense self pride.
Nevertheless, she was unable to understand why her husband was so eager to watch her fuck Durgesh.
Well, it wasn’t an alien idea for her although.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn couldn’t deny that despite her so open venom, scorn and immense hatred to extra marital sex, she had also dreamed of it privately.
Most of her extraordinary lovely Musalmān ladyfriends are already fucking Durgesh/other capable Hindus either openly or clandestinely at least.
She never believed them when they said their own Musalmān husbands induced them for it.
Most of them claimed they even cleaned them after Durgesh/other capable Hindus fucked their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
But now, her own husband wanted her to fuck Durgesh.
Well, should she bargain with Muħammad that he must also clean her after Durgesh fucks her?
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn ultimately decided to take the risk.
“Well, I’m ready to fuck Durgesh if you are too present there.”
Muħammad Salmān almost jumped out of sheer excitement.
“You mean it?”
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn couldn’t understand what her husband was after.
“Of course, I mean it. There must be a video recording of the whole episode too. I never want you to claim some time in future that I did it myself and cheated you.”
Muħammad Salmān looked hurt.
“Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn, how the hell could you expect that from me?”
“Well, I have some ladyfriends of mine who say they are cheated by their husbands similarly.”
“I can’t understand.”
“What’s there to understand?” Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn said tersely, “they had to take some advantage from Durgesh. They induced their extraordinary lovely Musalmān wives to seduce Durgesh for it. But when they had achieved what they wanted to get from it, their mainly vigor again aroused.”
“You think I may do such a dirty trick on you?”
“No, certainly not.” Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn watched her husband studying him minutely, “But why the hell I take any risk of losing you? I don’t love Durgesh. I love you. I’m doing it for you.”
Muħammad Salmān was smiling at her impishly.
“Consequently when I suck Durgesh you would have to lick my cunt. Okay?”
“Would Durgesh allow my presence there?”
“He is already allowing so many Musalmān friends of him to stay there when he fucks not only their Musalmān wives, but their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies too.”* Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn said curtly.*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Just Eighteen Just Adult
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was really looking forward to this weekend away with me.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I sat side by side on the plane heading for Spain, Waħīdah Ǻbbās closed her eyes and thought back to how it had all come about.
Allah, how difficult it was to seduce Durgesh, Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought.
And the bastards, Musalmīn, claim Durgesh is a Hindu communal sex maniac.
Durgesh fucks every Musalmān Beauty he meets ever.
Bosh and nonsense.
If the ever communal bastard Musalmīn were true in their ever false ever communal claim, why the hell so many Musalmān Beauties were still dreaming and suffering to have Durgesh as their lover/ live in relationship partner?
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was Just Eighteen Just Adult, and liked to think that she was independent.
She was just coming to the end of her first year at University.
For the last couple of years, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had chosen not to go away on the annual family holiday with her younger sister and her parents.
The previous summer, the rest of the family had gone to Spain, and had spent the day in Barcelona, a city Waħīdah Ǻbbās had always wanted to visit.
When we got back, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite jealous of us for having been there, and on the spur of the moment, Durgesh had promised to take her there for a long weekend.
For various reasons, the long weekend had never happened – until now.
About a month ago, the topic of the trip had come up again.
Durgesh was due a few days off, and so – without telling Waħīdah Ǻbbās – he had stumbled about on the internet, and booked them some flights and two rooms at a decent looking hotel.
It had all seemed to work out okay, and she was actually quite proud of me for having booked the holiday that way.
I could barely contain myself when I surprised Waħīdah Ǻbbās with the tickets a few days later.
The excitement had built over the next few weeks as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had both looked forward to the trip.
The two of us had always got on well, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās actually got on better with me than she did with her Ammī, particularly in the last couple of years since she had got over those difficult, early teenage years.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had caught the early flight to Barcelona on the Friday morning, and had until our flight back, late on Sunday afternoon, to enjoy ourselves.
I smiled at Waħīdah Ǻbbās as I caught her looking across at me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I laughed, for no other reason than Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were happy to be getting away for a few days, able to spend some time together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās shut her eyes and relaxed, thinking about me.
Despite the ever communal ever unjustified in their Hindu hating dastardly claims of the Pseudo Musalmīn, Waħīdah Ǻbbās found me never communal, never Musalmān hating.
I was okay, she thought to herself.
Generous, a good laugh, kind.
And extremely good looking too, Waħīdah Ǻbbās concluded.
Actually, she thought, I was outstandingly handsome, in every kind of way.
Moreover, she knew that almost everyone of her friends fancied me like mad even at my sixty-four.
Was I really sixty-four?
No one believed it ever.
Except perhaps her Nānājān, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh himself.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās laughed to herself at the thought, preferring men her own age, but understanding the attraction of someone older.
Nowadays, it was a surprising trend for Waħīdah Ǻbbās that Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were mostly interested in senior Hindu males, instead of those of their own age.
In Ved Nagar, it was almost a miracle now if a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty dreams of a Musalmān or a Hindu male of her own age.
“Teenagers are immensely inexperienced.” one of her closest friends, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, said scornfully, “They are as afraid of taking our cherry as we ourselves are. The bastards, always seeking safe girls who have already lost their cherry either to their fathers or brothers.”*
Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl looked at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān immensely horrified.
“To their fathers or brothers, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān?”
There was a strong disbelief in Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl’s voice.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
“I hate you.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl shouted at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān protesting strongly.
“Nevertheless, you are a chicken still now even at your Just Eighteen Just Adult. Stupid girl.”
“Shut up. Keep your filthy mouth shut. You dirty bitch.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl thundered at her.
Some of their friends were watching them quarrel, with interest, but most of them were laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
Yes, some of them were neither laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl nor watching them interested in their futile quarrel, but even they were smiling at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl with quite an immense smirk on their lips.
“Chicken,” Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl mockingly, “the world is not as moral as you childishly think. Most of the fathers fuck their own daughters and most of the brothers fuck their own sisters until they are not married to their foolish husbands.”
Farħānah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“Not only that,” she confirmed Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, “there are so many Ammīs even who are cougars to the extent that they have their sexual relationship with their own son.”
“You are dirty girls.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl said scornfully, “I hate all of you.”*
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān teased Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl not to humiliate her, to teach her instead the cold and hard things of life.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān wasn’t as lucky as Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl was.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān had had to face grim realities of life, consequently, even while she was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
The kitten’s eyes, waving back and forth, followed the ball of crumpled paper.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān was waving it high above the arm of the chair.
The kitten was named Green Eyes because of the color of her eyes.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān liked to watch her eyes.
Their pupils were always changing, narrowing to ominous slits and widening to opaque pools of onyx.
Those black and green eyes had an hypnotic effect on Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, as Durgesh himself had on almost entire womankind.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān disagreed.
There isn’t any exception, as far as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān knew.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān’s own elder sisters hated Durgesh once.
They deliberately, stubbornly, married eligible Ǻrab Royal Sheikħs.
Their age difference even didn’t matter at all.
Ultimately, her Māmūjān, Muħammad Yūsuf, was proven to be exactly correct.
Eventually, everyone of her elder sister seduced Durgesh herself.
And now, they are having their actual live in relationship with Durgesh while still married to their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands tried to object on it.
Durgesh immediately transferred his numerous stocks of shares in the oil companies in the name of their wives.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands suddenly found their wives actually controlled now their oil wells even.
Their objections died out eventually after a long futile struggle.
The royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands surrendered to their richer wives for their own financial survival.
It was their bad luck that Saůūdī Årab was not Saůūdī Årab anymore.
She was Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Modern Democratic Årabia.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was its ever first President.
Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.*
However, it was not exactly as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān thought it was.
Her eldest sister, Kħālidah Kāmrān managed it somewhat differently.
Her Ammī, Kāzimah Yåqūb and I left work early at five o’clock because she wanted extra time to get ready for the Halloween party our friends were throwing tonight.
Kāzimah Yåqūb and I worked together at my office.
I was an utmost successful Sex therapist in the suburbs and Kāzimah Yåqūb was my Colleague lady Sex therapist.
I met Kāzimah Yåqūb just after her second year of medical school to become a Lady Sex therapist.
Kāzimah Yåqūb was 18 at the time.
Shortly after we met, Kāzimah Yåqūb got pregnant from me.
Kāzimah Yåqūb wanted to manage her live in relationship with me, but Kāmrān Hāshimī proposed her surprisingly.
“Why not oblige me, Kāzimah Yåqūb?”
“What do you mean?” Kāzimah Yåqūb could not understand.
“I’m a bisexual, Kāzimah.”
“What? How the hell you know it?” Kāmrān Hāshimī was dumbfounded.
“Nāzimah Raħmān told me.”
“Allah! Is she telling everyone that I am a bisexual?”
“Not bisexual, worse. She is telling everyone that you are impotent, not capable to satisfy any woman. You exploded as soon as you entered Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān had to go to Durgesh to extinguish the fire you incompetently set between her legs.”
“Durgesh? She went to Durgesh? But she loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” Kāmrān Hāshimī was horrified.
“Nāzimah Raħmān doesn’t love Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar loves Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān hates Shankar Mahāpralayankar. He is a Criminal.”
“But… but Shankar Mahāpralayankar said…”
“Nāzimah Raħmān isn’t responsible for what Shankar Mahāpralayankar claims. Only Durgesh could save Nāzimah Raħmān from Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Nāzimah Raħmān hadn’t another option. Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucks even the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs in their asses.”
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more powerful than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs even. The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs can’t protect themselves from his criminal powers.”
“As they sowed so they’re reaping.” Kāzimah Yåqūb said curtly, “The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs created Shankar Mahāpralayankar against Musalmān terrorists to protect their kingdom. They succeeded in protecting their royal kingdom from Musalmān terrorists, but not from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. They thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t do anything. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slapped them, rather kicked them actually with her far stronger feet than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had. As they sowed so they reaped. What’s wrong in it?”*
I looked at Waħīdah Ǻbbās, as she sat, totally relaxed, her eyes closed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite beautiful, just like her Ammī at that age.
She had had her red hair cut for our break, but it still hung around her shoulders, framing her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She really was quite lovely, with her big brown eyes, full lips and pert nose.
Like many girls of her age, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a tight sleeveless top, with the narrowest of straps, which clung to her body, curving softly around her full Musalmān breasts.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s tanned midriff was bare, the gold cross in her pierced belly button glinting softly.
Her skirt was – according to her Ammī – too short.
Looking across at her, I suddenly felt aware of myself at how my ever experienced Hindu male eyes were drawn to her long, slender, tanned female Musalmān legs.
The flight wasn’t that long.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had been fed a typical airline breakfast, had a couple of cups of coffee, and bought Waħīdah Ǻbbās some duty free perfume, it was time to start descending towards Barcelona.
As soon as the captain announced our approach to the airport, Waħīdah Ǻbbās grabbed My arm, her excitement evident on her terribly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, her Musalmān breasts squashed against me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās bent over to try and see more out of the window next to me.
Once the plane landed, and came to a halt at the terminal, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were amongst the first to leave the plane.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I dashed through the airport, hoping that our luggage would arrive quickly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in luck – it seemed that only minutes after Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached baggage reclaim, our cases were on the conveyor belt in front of us.
Minutes later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in a taxi heading for the city centre.
The taxi driver picked up on our excitement straightaway, and was soon chatting away in his broken English, pointing out the various sights as he drove.
He offered us a sight seeing “detour”, and as it wasn’t much more than the fare itself, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took him up on his offer.
He drove us up to the highest part of the city, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped at the panoramic views in all directions, of the docks and the cruise ships lined up in one direction, and of the city in the other.
He showed us the historical sights, where the famous football stadium was, where the Olympic village had been, and so much more.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the hotel, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I couldn’t wait to see more.
I paid off the driver, and then led the way through to the hotel reception, proud to have beautiful young Waħīdah Ǻbbās on my arm, proud yet cautious of the admiring looks Waħīdah Ǻbbās was getting.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to my arm as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I waited in the short queue at reception, both of us chatting away happily.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the reception desk, I gave the receptionist our name, and then waited while she found our paperwork.
As she looked through it, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both became aware of the looks the receptionist was giving us.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled.
“She thinks I’m either your wife or at least your Musalmān girlfriend,” she told me, hardly able to hold back her giggles.
The receptionist gave me the booking in form to sign with a frosty smile, and asked to see our passports.
I handed over the passports, and then looked at the form the receptionist had asked me to sign.
“I’m sorry,” I told her a few minutes later, “there’s been a mistake. I booked two single rooms, not one twin room.”
As the receptionist took the form back, I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the e-mail confirmation I’d received.
I also had the screen print form when I booked the hotel over the Internet.
“Look – there,” I pointed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked as well.
“Durgesh darling,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried mischievously, seductively, naughtily. “It is wrong – look at the boxes your secretary ticked erroneously. You’ve booked one, Double Bed room, instead of two, Single Bed rooms.
She pointed at the e-mail.
I stared at the paper in front of me.
It suddenly dawned on me what my secretary had done.
“You can’t be trusted with secretaries, can you?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, only half joking as she saw our weekend being spoilt in front of us.
I told her not to worry, that I would sort it out.
But, as the receptionist explained, the hotel was fully booked.
If Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted two rooms, then Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would have to look elsewhere.
I looked helplessly at Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
“We’ll take it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās announced firmly. “After all,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me softly, trying to make me feel better, “There is a Double Bed – and a bathroom to get changed in.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I finished booking in, gave the still disbelieving receptionist My credit card details, and then followed the porter to the lifts, and the eighth floor.
He opened the door to our room for us, and placed our cases just inside.
As I tipped him, he gave a knowing wink.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās squeezed my arm, telling me to ignore the porter.
He thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās my young wife or young Musalmān girlfriend and we were here to enjoy sex with each other.
It was normal for him to welcome aged Hindu multimillionaires with their sexy young Musalmān secretaries/ girlfriends.
I followed Waħīdah Ǻbbās into the room.
Like so many hotel rooms, there was a short corridor, with the bathroom off to one side.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās popped her around the door to look inside.
It was actually quite big, with a partially sunken bath as well as a separate shower cubicle.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās came out, she saw that I had stopped.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās walked up behind me, and took in the rest of the room.
It was quite large, with sliding doors out to a balcony which overlooked the city, and a LARGE DOUBLE BED.
She stopped, her eyes frozen on the bed.
I recovered first.
“Don’t worry,” I told her, “It’s probably just two beds pushed together – I’ll get the hotel to move us.”
“Look,” I added, as I flipped up the bed clothes to show her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both stared.
There was only one set of legs.
It was only one bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stared at each other.
I eventually broke the silence.
“I’ll get us another room.”
“How?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked. “You heard what that receptionist said.” She stared at me for a moment longer. “We’ll just have to put pillows between us like when we were kids.”
Despite myself, I laughed at the memory of when Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had all gone to Disneyland six or seven years before.
The hotel room had two big beds, so Waħīdah Ǻbbās had shared with me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had used pillows to split the bed into two, but by the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had finished, the pillows had begun to look like a barricade.
“Are you sure?” I asked, totally fed up with myself for getting it all so wrong.
“Yes,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told, squeezing my arm reassuringly.
“Now come on, I’m starved. Let’s get unpacked, and then get some lunch,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās added, more brightly than Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt, but wanting to cheer me up.
An hour later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were sat in the warm spring sunshine, outside a cosy café towards the top end of Las Ramblas, a wonderfully entertaining street in the centre of Barcelona, eating omelettes, Waħīdah Ǻbbās even enjoying a bottle of red wine.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate and Waħīdah Ǻbbās drank.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I felt more relaxed, the problems of the last few hours disappeared, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I started to plan our weekend.
I was torn between sight seeing and going to the Nou Camp stadium to soak up the atmosphere and watch football, while Waħīdah Ǻbbās wanting nothing more than to visit all the shops Waħīdah Ǻbbās could find, looking at the sights as Waħīdah Ǻbbās went.
In the end, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I decided Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would try and do everything.
“Okay, let’s go for it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, before adding mischievously, “So long as we go shopping first!”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I spent the afternoon shopping.
I actually quite enjoyed it, glad to see Waħīdah Ǻbbās so happy as Waħīdah Ǻbbās took me from shop to shop, trying on dozens of items for every one Waħīdah Ǻbbās bought.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I even went shopping for me, as I gave in at last to Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pleas for me to “get with it!”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I still hadn’t finished when the shops began to close.
“There’s always tomorrow,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, skipping out of the way as I playfully swung a shopping bag at her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I strolled the half a mile or so back to the hotel, our arms linked, enjoying each other’s company as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I always did.
Back at the hotel, I had a quick shower and then left the bathroom free for Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
When I heard her in the shower, I leisurely dressed, putting on the new clothes that Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left out for me.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās re-appeared, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was dressed and ready to go out.
“What do you think?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked, spinning around to show off her new outfit.
While my wolf whistle was meant to be playful, I couldn’t help thinking how good Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had put on a tiny amount of make up, just enough to highlight her extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān features.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a short, flared skirt and high heels, both of which helped to show off her legs to perfection.
The skirt fitted just tightly enough around her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to show just how sexy it was.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wore a vest top with very thin straps, with a shirt over the top of it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left the shirt unbuttoned, and I couldn’t help but notice how the vest clung to the shape of Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pert Musalmān breasts.
“You look beautiful, sweet heart,” I told her, “You make me so proud.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās hugged me, telling me I “looked even more killingly handsome than I myself realized”.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stood close together, I suddenly realised just how good it felt to have Waħīdah Ǻbbās in my arms like this, just how sexy Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt against me.
I let go of her as if I’d been burnt, Mumbling something about us “needing to go out” as Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me quizzically.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate in the hotel restaurant.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took our time, and even I felt relaxed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I looked forward to the next few days.
After dinner, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went for a walk around the place de Catalunya, strolling slowly amongst
the fountains and statues, enjoying the atmosphere.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I got back to the hotel, it was quite late.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went into our room, there was – just for a moment – an uncertain silence between us, as if Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t quite know what to do.
But then I went into the bathroom for a quick wash.
When I came out, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sat on the edge of the bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās glanced across at me as I came back into the room bare chested.
She stood up, her pyjamas in her hand, and went to take her turn in the bathroom, smiling at me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās brushed past me.
I sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly unsure about sharing a room, let alone a bed, with Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, and quickly decided to get changed.
I grabbed the pyjama’s I’d bought earlier and quickly unwrapped them.
I didn’t normally wear pyjama’s, preferring to sleep in the nude or in an old tee shirt if it was cold.
But while there were out shopping I had bought some just for the weekend.
I stood up, quickly pulled my trousers and underwear off.
As I stood naked, reaching out for my pyjamas, I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
“Amazing,” I thought, smiling to myself.
At sixty four, I did still look okay.
I always kept my tan, and had managed to avoid putting on too much weight over the years.
While my muscular legs and chest have not softened even slightly with the passing of time, I knew that I could still draw the odd admiring look when I was on the beach.
As I stood naked, my pyjama’s still in my hand, the bathroom door burst open.
I sat down abruptly on the edge of the bed, holding my pyjama’s still in my hand, not even covering my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, my face startled.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās stopped dead, looking at me, feeling very embarrassed both for her and me.
I looked at her, my mouth suddenly very grave.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing her favourite Winnie the pooh pyjamas.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had had them for years, so they were now a bit too small, but she still loved to wear them.
The short sleeved top, which had once been baggy on her, now fitted snugly over her Musalmān breasts, her nipples clearly visible.
I stared at her, at the picture of the bear on the front, at the way the picture moved with her, with her body, with her Musalmān breasts, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed.
Her pyjama bottoms were shorts, and while they had once reached her knees, they were now half way up her tanned thighs.
Behind her, in the other wall mirror, I could see just how tight they were over her firm Musalmān ass, how they clung to her soft Musalmān curves.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās stared at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
We both were in trance.
For how much time, none of us knew.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās just kept staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
I kept watching Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās recovered first.
“Come on Durgesh darling, get a move on,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed to the other side of the room, doing her best not to look in my direction as she started to put her clothes away in the wardrobe.
“Waħīdah Ǻbbās, I’m trying to get changed,” I told her, saying the first thing that came into my head.
I felt angry with myself for getting us into this mess, and with Waħīdah Ǻbbās for being so sexy, so beautiful.
And with myself for the way my Uncut Hindu Lund was reacting openly.
“Oh come on, Durgesh darling, I won’t look.”
“Well you better not,” I told her, trying not to look in her direction, my voice unexpectedly gruff.
“And if I do? I’ve already more than enough. I’ve already digested too much what the unique you have for us womankind.” Waħīdah Ǻbbās teased me.
“I’ll have to spank you,” I retorted, automatically using our standard joke.
I glanced in the mirror and saw that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking away now.
I carefully shook my pyjamas to unfold them, before standing up to step into them.
I glanced up again.
This time I saw Waħīdah Ǻbbās in the mirror, looking in my direction.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could obviously see my buttocks, but that wasn’t where Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking in the mirror as well, at my reflection, at my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund swaying in front of me, at my heavy Hindu balls hanging beneath.
I dragged my pyjamas up my legs and sat down.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been looking at me so openly.
Or had I imagined it?
Her voice was small, so quiet I could hardly hear her, even though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was now stood next to me.
I felt angry again, at her, at myself.
I reached out and grabbed Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s arm, dragging her to me and throwing her over my knee.
“I told you what would happen,” I almost shouted, as my hand crashed down onto her perfect big ass, barely hidden by the thin material stretched tightly over her hot Musalmān body.
She screamed and wriggling, kicking her legs as my hand crashed down again.
I felt the heat of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my hand as I smacked her for a third time.
I stopped, breathing heavily, my hand resting on her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, her heat radiating through to me.
I was suddenly aware of her Musalmān breasts and belly against my leg, of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her pyjama top had ridden up and I looked down at her back, at her smooth skin, at her beautiful sun tan, at the small tattoo at the base of her spine, at the way her narrow waist flared out to meet the soft curves of her hips and ass.
A groan escaped from deep within me as I ran my hand softly over her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and up onto her back, feeling the shape of her sexy Musalmān body.
I slipped my hand into the back of her shorts, pulling them down as I ran the tip of my middle finger down between her cheeks, knowing it was wrong but totally unable to stop myself.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās gasped, trying to take in what was happening, trying to understand why the pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being overwhelmed by the pleasure shooting through her.
“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, wriggling harder as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my finger scratching lightly over her puckered Musalmān bum, as waves of pleasure washed through her.
“Durgesh, stop,” she moaned, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hard Uncut Hindu Lund against her belly, as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded, as She pressed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot herself down against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I sensed the change in her, but couldn’t work out what it was.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was still wriggling, but her movements were now more deliberate, more controlled.
My already hard Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened even more as I realised that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was actually rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against it, against the hardness of my knee.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās was going to faint.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her whole body, ached with the pleasure surging through her.
Her nipples felt like they were ready to burst they felt so hard.
And beneath her, Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel the hardness, the heat, of mine.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās couldn’t stop herself.
It was as if a floodgate had suddenly opened.
She pressed her whole body down against me, wanting me.
With a groan, I felt Waħīdah Ǻbbās press down against me.
I pushed my hand further into her pyjamas, reaching down between her legs to find her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund on her, suddenly scared, very scared, by the depths of her feelings, of her need, of her desire for me, of her need for release.
She scrambled away from me, falling onto the floor before quickly standing up.
Her chest was heaving, her nipples rock hard against the thin material of her top.
There was a dark patch on her shorts where Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been rubbing against me.
I looked Waħīdah Ǻbbās up and down, drinking in her sexiness, my heart thumping.
I saw her eyes looking down at me.
Glancing down, I realised for the first time that my Uncut Hindu Lund had escaped through the open fly of my pyjamas, and was now stood erect, all eight inches of it, thick and hard, the head red and engorged, and already wet with pre cum.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund jerk.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s eyes widened as Waħīdah Ǻbbās watched my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t resist, didn’t want to resist, instead when Waħīdah Ǻbbās herself grabbed me, plunging herself to me, her mind blanked by lust.
Her shorts were half ripped away from her body as she grabbed them and plunged herself towards me.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of her red hair, but then Waħīdah Ǻbbās was straddling me, neither of us sure of what was happening, neither of us wanting to stop, but both of us knowing that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had to.
“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās almost sobbed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt over my lap, her knees on the bed each side of my nude Hindu male thighs.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t feel in control of her body any more.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my hands on her hips, the unbearable heat of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās groaned.
“Durgesh, I’ve never ……..”
And then Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands pulling her down onto me.
Her knees collapsed under her, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt the searing heat of my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund driving upwards into her ardent Musalmān body.
“….. done this before …” Waħīdah Ǻbbās finished, my Uncut Hindu Lund already deep inside her like a rod of steel.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās screamed with pain, with desire, as My Uncut Hindu Lund tore into her body.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās automatically straightened her legs, lifting herself away from me.
She sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me, at the awful confused, pained expression on my face, at the horror at what had happened, what she’d done, in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes.
“Oh Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed, lowering her body back onto mine.
This time it was I who was frozen, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered her sexy young body back down onto me.
She moved slowly, almost gingerly, reaching down to hold my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hand barely big enough to reach around my thick Hindu shaft. Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her other arm round my neck as she eased my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her body, wanting me, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund, desperately.
I held her hips lightly, not quite believing what was happening, watching Waħīdah Ǻbbāss face as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
I couldn’t believe how hot, how wet, how tight Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as the engorged head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her.
I somehow resisted the urge to push my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as deep as I could, to pull her hips down onto me, and let Waħīdah Ǻbbās take her time.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my lap, Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips stretching around my Uncut Hindu Lund as it slipped into her.
The pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was being washed away by the strength of her pleasure as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moulded itself to every ridge, every contour, of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With a deep groan, she settled onto my lap, all eight inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was in awe of her body, of the pleasure surging through her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had no idea how all of that wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund had fitted inside her, but it had.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt so full, as if my Uncut Hindu Lund was reaching up to between her Musalmān breasts.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around My neck and looked into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, seeing the same need, the same desire in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes as Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sure I could see in hers.
Her legs were spread wide, her knees each side of me.
It felt as though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was being split apart by my Uncut Hindu Lund, speared deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my balls against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hands stroking her hips, running softly over her body.
Still looking into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, she eased herself up on my Uncut Hindu Lund, feeling it sliding out of her a few inches before dropping back onto me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wiggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a little, and then lifted herself again, enjoying the wonderful sensations flooding her body more and more, enjoying the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, the feel of my skin peeling back over my Uncut Hindu Lund head each time she moved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up and down my Hindu length.
It seemed natural for us to kiss, tentatively at first, our lips barely touching.
But then Waħīdah Ǻbbāsicked slowly along My lips, before poking her tongue between them, feeling our way inside my mouth.
Moments later, our lips were locked together, our tongues thrusting and exploring.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I kissed, I pulled Waħīdah Ǻbbās to me, feeling her Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples against my chest even through her flimsy pyjamas, our hips now moving as one.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I broke our kiss, staring at each other as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped for breath, our lips still for a moment.
Silently, Waħīdah Ǻbbās reached for the hem of her top, and pulled it slowly up her body and over her head.
I gasped, my Uncut Hindu Lund jerking inside her, as the rest of her body was uncovered.
My ever experienced Hindu male eyes moved with her, following the edge of her top upwards.
Firstly, it was her flat, well toned belly with the little gold cross nestling in her belly button.
I had always been against her having her navel pierced, but now all I could think about was how sexy it looked, Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
As the top went up higher, my hands moved from her hips and slowly up the sides of her slender body, her skin smooth and soft under my touch.
Gradually, as if in slow motion, the soft swell of her Musalmān breasts came into view.
I moaned, my hands tightening around her, as her sexy young Musalmān breasts were unveiled to me.
They were bigger than I’d ever imagined, but still firm, very firm and beautifully shaped.
They seemed to turn upwards at the end, and were slightly conical shaped, her nipples hard and swollen, the aureoles dark and wide.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās saw how I was looking at her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing at the expression on my face.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās held still for a few long moments, her arms above her head, her Musalmān breasts thrust out to me, wanting me, as I feasted on her extraordinary Musalmān beauty.
I reached out to her, my hands moving smoothly across her body to cup her Musalmān breasts.
I sighed as I felt her firmness beneath my hands, just as Waħīdah Ǻbbās sighed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands on her, the rough skin on my thumbs scraping lightly over her sensitive nipples.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her top onto the floor and pulled my head to her.
I pressed my head into her cleavage, my hands still on her Musalmān breasts, the two of us still for a moment except for the gentle movement of our hips, of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
I watched as her nipples puckered and tightened even more under my touch as I moved from one to the other I squeezed them gently, and then harder.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās held my head to her, wanting, needing, my attention, her hips rising as Waħīdah Ǻbbās began to fuck my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I moved as one, my Uncut Hindu Lund ploughing into her, stretching her, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, as I squeezed her Musalmān breasts and nipples, my hands roaming easily over her body.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as though My Uncut Hindu Lund was filling her entire body.
It felt huge inside her – and Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, reaching deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it moved, the way her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped itself around it.
And Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way the pain, the dull ache, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being replaced by waves of intense, almost painful, pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt nothing like it ever before.
The pleasure filling her, reaching the very ends of her body, was amazing, and was being driven there by my stunning Uncut Hindu Lund inside her body, by my hands on her body, by my mouth on her Musalmān breasts.
Everything was a blur as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, holding me tighter and tighter as the pleasure inside her became almost unbearable.
Our hips, our bodies, were moving faster now, my Uncut Hindu Lund reaching deeper and deeper inside her as everything else was forgotten except for our pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as her orgasm tore through her body, wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her head back, her chest flushed, her body tense, as I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and clung to her, in awe of her reaction, of the pleasure Waħīdah Ǻbbās was enjoying.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was almost sobbing with relief as her body relaxed, as I began fucking her again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was bouncing up and down on my lap as I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly into her, her Musalmān breasts bouncing in front of me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās rode my violent Hindu thrusts, as she straddled my knees, pushing down to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund as I drove it deepest into her body.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I fucked, her juices poured from her onto my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, the room echoing to the wet sounds of our bodies moving together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund grow even bigger inside her as my climax approached, as another climax washed through her.
As my Hindu cum threatened to erupt inside from me, I started to lift Waħīdah Ǻbbās away from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“No,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, understanding what I was trying to do, “it’s okay. Give it to me inside, please.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās drove her body downwards, using her weight to drive my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her just as my balls contracted and sent my Hindu cum into her body in thick jets.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both cried out, I at my release and Waħīdah Ǻbbās at the feel of my Hindu cum filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, mixing with her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I clung together, my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing inside her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezing my n cum from me.
I collapsed backwards on the bed, breathless, my muscular body slick with sweat.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās lay down on top of me, her cheek resting on my chest, my softening Uncut Hindu Lund still filling her hot, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I love you, Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās murmured, hugging me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my arms around her, “I love you now even more than I ever did before. Thank you. Thank you very much for accepting me in your life forever, my dear Hindu husband.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I lay still for long moments, savouring the feel of each other, before Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I inevitably thought about what had happened.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both knew that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I should be feeling guilty, but Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t.
All Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I knew was that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted it more, much more.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās got up slowly.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt beside me, I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās leant over and kissed me softly, her hand resting on my belly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked down at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was still semi erect, lying at the base of my belly, still slick with cum and juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled at the fact that I still had my pyjama bottoms on, at the huge wet patch from her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās dragged them down my legs, leaving me naked, and then got up off the bed.
I watched her, drinking in her ardent Musalmān nakedness, her beauty, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed the room and went into the bathroom.
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The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*
There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.
Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*
Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*
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Tang aa chukā thā main.
“Mérī samajh mein nahīn ātā, Ħamīd, ki agar Taħannus Bhābhījān vāqaåī vaisī hī hain bhī, jaisī tum kah rahé ho, to ismein ākħir tumhén kyā åetrāz ho saktā hai? Yah Taħannus Bhābhījān kā personal måmlah hai.”
“Hai nahīn, thā.” Ħamīd né jaltī āwāz mein kahā.
“Tum yah isīliyé kah rahé ho na, ki Taħannus Bhābhījān tumhārī apnī sagī Bhābhī nahīn hain?”
“Mainé Zubayr Bhāījān ko kabhī sirf térā bađā bhāī nahīn samjhā, Ħamīd.” mérā lahjah sanjīdah ho gayā, “Tū shāyad yah bhūl rahā hai ki Sabīħah Kħālājān sirf térī Ammī nahīn hain, mérī Kħālājān bhī hain.”
Ħamīd ké dil mein āyā ki kah dé,
“Durgesh, main Ammījān ko téré oopar chađh kar kħud tujhé burī taraħ kichkichā kichkichākar chodté dékh chukā hūn. Voh kaisī Kħālājān hain térī, yah kyā main jāntā nahīn?”
Lékin Tabhī usko yād aa gayā ki voh yah baat pahlé bhī mujhsé kah chukā hai.
Aur us vaqt mainé Ħamīd ko kyā jawāb diyā thā, yah bhī Ħamīd ko yād aa gayā.*
Ħamīd Yūsuf un logon mein sé thā jo Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ké zariyé vyāpak rūp sé sarvatr phailāyé gayé is jhūŧh ko sach samajhté the ki main chausaŧh saal kā nahīn, sirf chautīs saal kā hūn.
Ħamīd Yūsuf kħud chautīs saal kā thā.
Zubayr Yūsuf Bhāījān chhattīs saal ké thé, lékin voh mujhé chautīs saal kā samajhkar mujhé apnā chhoŧa bhāī samajhté thé.
Jabki ħaqīqat yah thī ki main Zubayr Yūsuf Bhāījān sé mukammil aŧŧhāis saal bađā thā.
Mérā Svarūpé Avasthānam mujhé haméshah haméshah ké liyé naujawān banā chukā thā.
Main aŧŧhāis saal ké āspās kī ůmr kā hī dikhāī détā thā, chausaŧh saal kā hargiz nahīn.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né méré is Svarūpé Avasthānam kā pūrā pūrā fāyedah uŧhāyā thā.
Mérī apné āpko Senior Citizen sābit karné kī tamām koshishén békār sābit huī thien.
Ħamīd Yūsuf talkħ lahjé mein bolā,
“Lagtā hai Taħannus Bhābhījān ko tum bhī chod chuké ho.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān! Aré béwaqūf, main bhī Taħannus Bhābhījān ko mérī Bhābhī hī manta hūn térī taraħ. Main Zubayr Yūsuf Bhāījān ké åétmād ko dhokah nahīn dé saktā. Mujhé kyā åuraton kī kamī hai? Taħannus Bhābhījān hī rah gaī hain ab méré liyé tanhā kyā?”
“I see.” Ħamīd Yūsuf tanz āméz lahjé mein bolā, “Isīliyé Taħannus Bhābhījān jab bhī tujhé dekhtī hain fauran kisī na kisī bahāné térā legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund pakađ létī hain aur téré lākh isrār karté rahné par bhī nahīn chhođtīn. Hai na?”
Main talkħ lahjé mein bolā,
“Iskā matlab yah ho gayā ki Taħannus Bhābhījān badchalan hain?”*
Ħamīd Yūsuf hans diyā,
“Sorry, yaar, main to bhūl hī gayā thā ki jo tujh sé chudvātī ho, voh badchalan ho hī nahīn saktī. Koī ħasīn Musalmān phuljhađī kisī aur sé chudvāyé to badchalan, lékin agar tujh sé chudvāyé, to mazlūm. Uskā kambakħt Musalmān shauhar zālim. Kyā karé béchārī, agar tujh sé na chudvāyé to? Hai na?”
“Sālé, Ħamīd Yūsuf ké bachché, mainé kahā na ki main térī Bhābhī ko nahīn chodtā.”
“Sach? To Taħannus Bhābhījān isliyé térā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađtī hain ki voh tujh sé bhī chudvānā chāhtī hain?”
“Mujhsé bhī nahīn, sirf mujhsé. Sālé, tujhé vaham ho gayā hai ki Taħannus Bhābhījān badchalan hain.”
“Bajā farmāyā, Mayor Sāħab, Mérī Taħannus Bhābhījān to itnī Pākdāman aur Sharīf hain, itnī måsūm hain ki yah bhī nahīn jāntīn, térā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađné sé unkī namāz adā nahīn hotī.”
“Koī to vajah hogī na, Ħamīd Yūsuf, jo térī Taħannus Bhābhījān mérā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađtī hain.”
“Tūné vāqaåī nahīn chodā Taħannus Bhābhījān ko aaj tak kabhī?”
“Agar chodā hotā to tujhé batāné mein kyā nuqsān hai mujhé? Mujhé maar dālégā tū?”
Ħamīd Yūsuf ék talkħ hansī hansā,
“Itné sāré Hinduon sé chudvātī hain Taħannus Bhābhījān. Kis kis ko maar saktā hūn main? Aur kyon mārūn, jab kħud Zubayr Bhāījān tak ko apnī Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bīwī aur apné Hindu clients ké aésé tålluqāt par koī åetrāz nahīn hai?”*
Taħannus Bhābhījān kuchh is taraħ dafåtan wahān dākħil huīn, ki Ħamīd Yūsuf burī taraħ hađbađā uŧhā.
Usko lagā ki Taħannus Bhābhījān chhupkar hamārī bātén sun rahī thien.
Apnī ħaqīqī bađī Bhābhī sé nigāhén milā sakné kī himmat nahīn ho sakī Ħamīd Yūsuf kī.
“Main…main chaltā hūn.” Ħamīd Yūsuf uŧhtā huā bolā.
Un tīkhī, sīdhé dil ké ārpār utar jāné wālī mukammil īmāndār, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān nigāhon kī tāb lā saknā Ħamīd Yūsuf ké bas kī baat nahīn thī.
Ħamīd Yūsuf ko ħairat thī is baat par ki yah nihāyat hī badchalan åurat kaisé apné nihāyat hī Pākdāman, sharīf, åsmat-o-ůffat parast aur shauharparast honé kī itnī bahtarīn adākārī karné mein har martabah kāmyāb ho jātī hai.
Kaun nahīn jāntā aaj ki Shankar Mahāpralayankar Taħannus Bhābhījān kā khullam khulā practical Kħasam banā huā hai?
Zubayr Yūsuf Bhāījān tak is måmlé mein hathiyār dāl chuké hain.
“Kahān chāl diyé, Janāb?” Taħannus Bhābhījān né tanz āméz lahjé mein Ħamīd Yūsuf ko mukħātib kiyā.
“Jī? Jī, voh, Bhābhījān, mujhé Nadīm Bhāī ké yahān jānā thā.”
“Nadīm Bhāī?” Taħannus Bhābhījān talkħ lahjé mein bolīn, “Tum us zalīl shakħs ko abhī tak apnā bhāī samajhté ho jisné tumhārī Bhābhījān ko badnām karné kā mission chalā rakhā hai?”
“Bhābhījān, Nadīm Bhāī hamāré ħaqīqī bhāī hain.” Ħamīd Yūsuf sé bardāsht nahīn huā, “Āp jo tohmat Nadīm Bhāī par lagā rahī hain, voh sarāsar bébuniyād…”
“Kħāmosh, Ħamīd Yūsuf.” Taħannus Bhābhījān kisī intehāī zahrīlī nāgin kī taraħ phunphkārīn, “Tumhārā voh zalīl manjhlā bhāī tumhārī Ammī ké mānind ħaqīqī bađī Bhābhī ko Shankar Mahāpralayankar ké hāthon farokħt kar chukā hai.”
“Yah ék nihāyat hī ghinaunā ilzām hai, Bhābhījān.” Ħamīd Yūsuf burī taraħ uttéjit hokar bolā, “Nadīm Bhāī ko hamārī pushtainī jāyédād sé maħrūm karné ké liyé, unhén is Yūsuf Manzil sé bāhar nikālné ké liyé, un par itnā ghinaunā ilzām lagāyā hai āpné. Kyā samajhtī hain āp, Ammījān ko béwaqūf banā liyā āpné to Zubayr Yūsuf Bhāījān ko aur mujhé bhī béwaqūf banā sakné mein kāmyāb ho jāyéngī? Hum sab kħūb achchhī taraħ jānté hain ki āp Ammījān ko blackmail karké Yūsuf Group of Industries kī Managing Director banī hain. Zubayr Yūsuf Bhāījān āpké sāmné hathiyār dālné par isliyé majbūr hué ki voh Ammījān kī badnāmī kā risk nahīn lé sakté thé. Daulat hī sab kuchh nahīn hotī, Bhābhījān. Maghribī tahzīb né āpkī ānkhon par jo paŧŧī bāndh rakhī hai, voh jab khulégī to burī taraħ pachhtāné ké ålāvah aur kuchh nahīn kar sakéngī āp. Lékin tab pachhtāyé hot kyā jab chiđiyā chug gaī khét? Sab kuchh luŧā ké hosh mein āyé to kyā kiyā?”*
Taħannus Bhābhījān Ħamīd Yūsuf kī jānib dékhkar muskurāīn.
“Tum logon sé baħas karnā békār hai, Ħamīd Yūsuf. Jāntī hūn main yah. Tum tamām bhāī us Jāyédād par qābiz honé ké liyé maré jā rahé ho jis kī ħaqīqī mālkin, Ammījān, ké sāth haméshah tum logon né is wajah sé nafrat kī ki tum log Ammījān ké mankūħ Musalmān shauhar kī aulād nahīn ho.”
“Yah jhūŧh hai.”
“Yah ħaqīqat hai.” Taħannus Bhābhījān né Ħamīd Yūsuf sé bhī zyādah sakħt lahjé mein kahā, “Sab jānté hain ki Abbū, Muħammad Yūsuf, Vīr Vīréndr Group of Companies mein ék måmūlī sé mulāzim thé. Phir bhī Vīr Vīréndr Group of Companies ké Managing Director, Vīr Vīréndr Pratāp, né apnī tamām jāyédād Ammījān, Sabīħah Jalāl, ké naam kar dī.”
Ħamīd Yūsuf dūsrī taraf dékhné lagā.
Taħannus Bhābhījān muskurāīn,
“Tum batā sakté ho, Ħamīd Yūsuf, kyon kiyā Vīr Vīréndr Pratāp, né apnī tamām jāyédād Ammījān, Sabīħah Jalāl, ké naam?”
“Kyonki hum tīnon bhāī, Zubayr Yūsuf, Nadīm Yūsuf aur Ħamīd Yūsuf, main, hamāré Abbū, Muħammad Yūsuf, kī nahīn, Vīr Vīréndr Pratāp kī aulād hain?” Talkħ lahjé mein Ħamīd Yūsuf né savāl kiyā.
“Yah tum mujhsé poochh rahé ho?” Taħannus Bhābhījān tanz āméz andāz mein hansīn, “Agar aesā na hotā to tum tīnon bhāī, Zubayr Yūsuf, Nadīm Yūsuf aur Ħamīd Yūsuf, apnī Ammījān, Sabīħah Jalāl, sé nafrat kyon karté jabki Ammījān né tum logon ko bāqāyedah apné mankūħ Musalmān shauhar, Muħammad Yūsuf, kā naam dé kar Vīr Vīréndr Group of Companies kā naam bhī ‘Yūsuf Group of Companies’ kar diyā thā?”*
Ħamīd Yūsuf kuchh bhī nahīn bol sakā.
Yūsuf Manzil mein rahnā majbūrī thī Ħamīd Yūsuf kī.
Nadīm Yūsuf né saaf kahā thā ussé.
“Taħannus Bhābhījān par nazar rakhnā béħad zarūrī hai, Ħamīd. Hamārī béwaqūfiyon kī wajah sé Ammījān pahlé hī hamāré hāthon sé nikalkar Durgesh kī ho chukī hain.”
“Sirf Ammījān?” Ħamīd Yūsuf nihāyat hī ghazabnāk lahjé mein bolā, “Sirf Ammījān? Main kahtā hūn Ved Nagar kī taqrīban har Musalmān ħasīn åurat Durgesh sé chudvāné ké liyé Durgesh ké talvé chāŧtī rahtī hai. Yahān koī bhī Musalmān åurat Pākdāman nahīn rah saktī. Ék sađī machhlī hī tamām tālāb kī machhliyon ko sađā dālné ké liyé kāfī hotī hai. Yahān to mukammil tālāb hī sađī machhliyon sé bharā huā hai. Yahān to shāyad agar kħud Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah rza bhī tashrīf lé āyén to voh bhī Durgesh sé chudvāyé baghair hargiz nahīn rah pāyéngī.Allah Allah, kyā bémisāl Uncut Hindu Lund hai kāfir kā. Har bémisāl ħasīn Musalmān åurat Durgesh sé chudvānā koī abnormal baat hī nahīn samajhtī. Uské liyé yah ékdam normal baat hai. Kamāl hai! Allah målūm kaisā jādūgar hai yah kambakħt Durgesh. Maine aaj tak aesī koī bémisāl ħasīn Musalmān åurat nahīn dékhī jo Durgesh sé na chudvātī ho.””
“Ŧhīk kahā tumné. Daulat mein bahut tåqat hotī hai, Ħamīd Yūsuf.” Nadīm Yūsuf né kađvé lahjé mein kahā.*
Ħamīd Yūsuf né apné bađé bhāī kī jānib dékhā.
“Yah sirf daulat kā måmlah nahīn hai Bhāījān.”
“Daulat kā hī måmlah hai, Ħamīd Yūsuf. Daulat kā hī måmlah hai. Durgesh aaj tamām Kāynāt-e-kul kā sabsé zyādah daulatmand shakħs hai. Kyā tum is ħaqīqat sé inkār kar sakté ho?”
“Main kisī ħaqīqat sé inkār nahīn kar rahā, Bhāījān. Lékin sirf daulat hī sab kuchh nahīn hotī. Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī Durgesh sé shāyad unnīs hī hogī daulat mein. Shāyad voh aaj tamām Kāynāt-e-kul kī sabsé zyādah daulatmand åurat hai. Log to yahān tak kahté hain ki Durgesh ko tamām Kāynāt-e-kul kā sabsé zyādah daulatmand shakħs banāné mein Durgesh kī Musalmān åuraton kā sabsé zyādah hāth hai.”
“Main aesā nahīn māntā, Bhāījān.” Ħamīd Yūsuf né nihāyat hī sanjīdagī sé kahā.
Nadīm Yūsuf hansā.
“Main Taħannus Bhābhījān ko Ammījān kī daulat par hargiz qābiz nahīn honé dūngā.”
Ħamīd Yūsuf jaisé āsmān sé girā.
“To yah sach hai ki Taħannus Bhābhījān badchalan nahīn hain. Āp unhén badnām kar rahé hain?”
“Ħamīd Yūsuf!” Nadīm Yūsuf sakħt lahjé mein bolā, “Tum apné bađé bhāī sé guftgū kar rahé ho. Bhūlo mat.”
“Lånat hai āp par.” Ħamīd Yūsuf talkħ lahjé mein bolā, “Āp badnām kar rahé hain Bhābhījān ko? Unkī daulat par qābiz honé ké liyé? Sharm nahīn ātī āpko? Chullū bhar pānī mein dūbkar mar nahīn gayé āp yah sab karné sé pahlé?”
“Ħamīd Yūsuf, pāgal mat bano. Voh badmåsh åurat tumhén béwaqūf banā rahī hai. Voh Durgesh sé chudvātī hai aur…”
“Enough! Bahut ho chukā, Bhāījān. Ab main sab samajh chukā hūn. Zubayr Bhāījān aur āp donon milkar Taħannus Bhābhījān ko badnām kar rahé hain. Isliyé badnām kar rahé hain ki voh majbūr hokar apnī daulat āp donon ké ħawālé kar dén.”
“Main aesā nahīn honé dūngā, Bhāījān. Main hargiz aesā nahīn honé dūngā. Main utnā hargiz nahīn gir saktā jitnā āp donon gir chuké ho. Main us måsūm Panjvaqtah Namāzī buland kirdār Musalmān åurat kā sāth dūngā jo āp donon daulat ké bhūkhon kā pūrī bahādurī sé tanhā muqāblā kar rahī hai.”
“Tum pāgal ho gayé ho, Ħamīd Yūsuf.” Nadīm Yūsuf sakħt lahjé mein bolā, “Hosh mein āo.”*
Zubayr Yūsuf ék kāiyān hansī hansā.
“Smart. Very smart.”
“Jī?” Nadīm Yūsuf né ħairat sé apné bađé bhāī kī taraf dékhā.
“Ħamīd hum tīnon bhāiyon mein sabsé chhoŧā hai. Lékin voh hum tīnon mein sabsé zyādah samajhdār aur chālāk niklā.”
“Main samjhā nahīn, Bhāījān.”
“Rukħsānah ŧhīk kahtī thī, Nadīm.”
Nadīm Yūsuf burī taraħ bhađak kar bolā.
“Bhāījān, āpné phir us zalīl åurat kā naam liyā méré sāmné?”
“Baat ko samajhné kī koshish karo, Nadīm. Rukħsānah Salmān tumhārī bīwī hai.”
“Rukħsānah Salmān mérī bīwī hai?” Nadīm Yūsuf pāglon kī taraħ apné bađé bhāī, Zubayr Yūsuf par lāl pīlā hotā huā bolā, “Rukħsānah Salmān mérī bīwī hai? Phir mujhsé kyon nahīn chudvātī? Durgesh sé kyon chudvātī hai?”
“Durgesh sé sab chudvātī hain.” Zubayr Yūsuf mand mand muskurātā huā bolā.
“Chudvātī rahén, sab chudvātī rahén Durgesh sé. Jahannum mein jāyén ħarāmzādiyān. Mujhé kyā kisī pāgal kutté né kāŧā hai, jo main un sabkī fikr kartā rahūn? Voh sab mérī bīwiyān nahīn hain, Bhāījān. Lékin Rukħsānah Salmān mérī bīwī hai. Main yah hargiz bardāsht nahīn kar saktā ki mérī bīwī Durgesh sé chudvāyé.”
Nadīm Yūsuf kā chéhrā ghussé sé burī taraħ tamtamā rahā thā.
“Talāq dé do.” Zubayr Yūsuf ék kāiyān muskurāhaŧ ké sāth bolā.
“Talāq dé dūn? Talāq dé dūn? Voh mérī do béŧiyon kī Ammī ban chukī hai.”
“Dūsrī bīwī aa jāyégī.” Zubayr Yūsuf nihāyat hī pursukūn lahjé mein bolā, “Voh sambhāl légī tumhārī donon béŧiyon ko.”
“Aur iskī kyā guarantee hai ki talāq ké båd mérī béŧiyān méré paas hī rahéngī? Court unkī custody unkī Ammī ko nahīn dé dégā? Rukħsānah ék millionaire hai. Durgesh uskā vakīl hai. Har court mein aajkal vahī hotā hai, jo Durgesh chāhtā hai. Jabrā chodé talāq na léné dé.”*
Zubayr Yūsuf khilkhilākar hansā.
“Kahāwat yah hai ki Jabrā māré, roné na dé.”
“Voh non Hindu jabré hoté hain jo mārté hain aur roné nahīn dété. Hindu jabré chodté hain aur talāq nahīn léné dété. Isi wajah sé to banā thā Pakistan.”
“Taubah hai Nadīm Yūsuf. Kahān kī baat kahān lé jākar paŧakħ dété ho. Kis wajah sé banā thā Pakistan?” Zubayr Yūsuf phir hansné lagā.
“Musalmān åuratén Hinduon sé chudvātī thien. Jab Hindustan āzād honé lagā to samajhdār Musalmān ghabrāyé ki ab to ħukūmat bhī Hinduon kī ho jāyégī. Phir to Musalmān åuratén babbar shérniyān ban jāyéngī ki ‘Saiyān bhayé kotwāl ab dar kāhé kā’.”
“Lånat hai tum par.” ZubayrYūsuf hanstā huā bolā, “Kisī Pākistānī terrorist né sun liyā to sabsé pahlé tumhén golī sé uđāyégā phir kisī aur ko.”
“Main ħaqīqat bayān kar rahā hūn, Bhāījān.”
“Shut up. Bahut bakwās kar chuké. Ab kām kī baat suno.”
More from Durgesh:
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Bābarah Åālamgīr grimaced.
She couldn’t digest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s comment.
“I don’t think so.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said unappreciatively.
“Durgesh fucked you in trance? Hahaha.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed once more, “And you claim to be a successful journalist.”
“Stop ridiculing me.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said angrily, “Only because you are utmost successful young Musalmān Beauty now, you don’t have implied authority to ridicule the other successful young Musalmān Beauties.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t know what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan did.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew why Durgesh was so faithful to mature Musalmān Beauties aged enough to be his Ammīs even.
“Durgesh learned his practical sex from mature Musalmān Beauties aged enough to be his Ammīs even.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Bābarah Åālamgīr, “It was immensely problematic for me to make him to make love to us teenagers, twenties and early thirties Musalmān Beauties. Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Al Tawħīd, Rābiyah Altmash, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, etcetera have trained Durgesh’s mind so much that Durgesh actually has an inherent obsession for them. He thinks whatever he is today in sex, he is due to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Al Tawħīd, Rābiyah Altmash, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, etcetera.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was awe stricken on this utmost secret revelation of my so utmost successful sexual life.”
“My Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, have actually made Durgesh available to us teenagers, twenties and early thirties Musalmān Beauties.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “especially Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Sixty One Eighteen in Love. Otherwise it was quite impossible for you, Bābarah Åālamgīr, to be a live in relationship partner of Durgesh the greatest, even in this Dream City, Ved Nagar.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was dumbfounded.*
The angry roar of screaming spectators filled the auditorium as they watched my opponent Musalmān Beauty caressed my nude Hindu buttocks patronizingly.
I had exploded ultimately into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Nādirah Islām Saåīd was still smiling.
Her tight Musalmān Cunt was still holding my exploded Uncut Hindu Lund.
“No chance, Imām Muħammad Ħasan,” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled sympathetically, “Your Hindu stud has failed.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was grave.
He didn’t say anything.
I fought to keep my Uncut Hindu Lund still still moving in out and in.
I succeeded in my attempts.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still capable in fucking Nādirah Islām Saåīd.
But the fact was that I had exploded already.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still fucking Sidrah Aħmad.
He hadn’t exploded into her.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was the winner, not me.
I pushed and squirmed, but the fact was the fact.
The ref dropped to the mat beside us, watching for the pin.
I knew I was in trouble.
My parents watched each other as they looked on.
“Get up, Durgesh!” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī shouted. Her soft little voice drowned out by the crowd.
As I fucked Nādirah Islām Saåīd, I saw Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī in the stands.
She seemed to be doing an angry fighting within herself, as she looked on.
Yet, I couldn’t help but notice how her big boobs wobbled beneath her thin costly sweater as she did this.
I smiled to myself for a moment.
“What a time for a guy to have Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s boobs on the brain.” I thought.
It was true, eighteen year old I was obsessed with boobs and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī had the biggest rack of any Musalmān Beauty I knew.
Strangely, as I lay there, my Uncut Hindu Lund still burying deepest into Nādirah Islām Saåīd’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, I thought back on all the mornings that I sat at the breakfast table gawking.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī’s big braless Musalmān tits under her thin silk robe were the source of my many a morning hard-on.
I was suddenly jarred back into the present as the ref slapped the mat, announcing my defeat and Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s victory.
The crowd sighed in disappointment.
It was another lost sex match for me who wanted more than anything to be World Sex Champion.
Well, almost anything.
After the competition, I walked across the parking lot with my head still held high.
I fucked Nādirah Islām Saåīd longer than Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad was jealous of Nādirah Islām Saåīd and Nādirah Islām Saåīd was still proud of me that she always opted for me.
Durgesh is the best.
Yet Shankar Mahāpralayankar has again lasted longer into Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad herself admitted,
“Durgesh is really the best into our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts, but Shankar Mahāpralayankar stays longer. It’s second time Shankar Mahāpralayankar defeated Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
Nādirah Islām Saåīd charged Sidrah Aħmad furiously.
“You always help that Hindu scoundrel in staying longer into you. You are jealous of me that Durgesh always prefers me on you.”
Sidrah Aħmad laughed.
“Durgesh is damn more ethical than Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar never minds our free sex, but Durgesh criticizes us, at least.”*
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī had her arm around me as we walked side by side.
“You’ll get Shankar Mahāpralayankar next time, son.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said.
The heels of Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s sandals clicked against the payment, drawing my attention.
I was in love with Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s everything.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund stiffen at the mere sight of her.
Even her feet were soft and small with cute squatty little toes that were always freshly painted.
Her high-heeled sandals consisted of a couple of tiny straps that crossed the foot, just above the toes.
There were no straps in the back, leaving her sexy arched heels on open display.
We stopped at the car and while Imām Muħammad Ħasan got in and unlocked the doors, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī stood facing me.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī put her hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently.
Even with her heels on, I was few inches taller.
“Hey.” She said softly.
I looked up into Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s big brown eyes that seemed to gleam with love.
“Give me a hug, Hindu handsome.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī whispered.
It was like candy to my ears.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī moved forward and gave me a great big tit-squasher.
I let out a quivering sigh as I felt Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s soft spongy Musalmān sacks flatten against my young Hindu chest.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was no dummy.
She knew I was fascinated with her “little girls” as Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī liked to call them and that by crushing them against my Hindu chest as we embraced Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī would be helping to sooth the disappointing loss.
I said very little the rest of the evening.
I was thinking.
Is Sidrah Aħmad really helping Shankar Mahāpralayankar in defeating me?
Does she not digest my criticism of her wildest Hindu obsession?
Sidrah Aħmad believes every Hindu is better than a Musalmān for having sex with him.
Is she right?
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī does also believe in the same.
There are some other Musalmān Beauties too who too have the same faith.
But isn’t it communal and cruel too to reject one entire community for having sex with its mankind?
How these ravenous Musalmān Beauties can be correct?
I went straight to my room where I became absorbed into the world of Ashvinātam Sex.
Downstairs Imām Muħammad Ħasan was watching a ballgame.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī tidied up the kitchen as she spoke to her big sister on the phone.
“I don’t know, I feel so bad for Durgesh, Bājī, Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī. I mean, all Durgesh does is talk about wanting to be a World Sex Championion Competitor, but he hasn’t won one sex match so far this year.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī explained.
“Well, maybe he’s just not motivated enough, darling. I mean, the accomplishment of being World Sex Championion is long term. Maybe he needs some short term rewards to keep him motivated.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.
“I could try that I suppose, but if he doesn’t involve in other things he probably won’t work for it.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said.
“Is there anything else you think he’d be willing to work for?” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī asked.
“Well, he is a teenager. A hot bubble bath with a big breasted cheerleader might do the trick.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī giggled.
“Okay then, this is what you do. Tell me that if he wins his next Sex Match, you’ll take off your bra and show him your Musalmān tits.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.
“Are you crazy? Allah, Bājī, Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī, he’s my son.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī giggled.
“Yes, and he’s also a hormonal teenaged Hindu boy who can’t take his eyes off of those big Musalmān boobs of yours. You told me so yourself.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī laughed.
“Yes, I did and I fail to see how unclasping my bra in front of Durgesh is going to help remedy that obsession.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī answered.
“Allah! My God, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, you are such a prude. They’re just big Musalmān boobs. Do you want your Hindu son to win or not?” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī asked.
“Of course I want Durgesh to win.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said angrily, “I don’t like Shankar Mahāpralayankar has won Durgesh again. That Hindu boy is criminal minded I say.”
“Then think about it, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. Most Hindu boys of Durgesh’s age would crawl through a field of cactus to see a set of real Musalmān tits and if you don’t show him, then maybe someone else will.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said mischievously.
“No, you won’t. I can handle this situation thank you very much.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said sternly.
“We’ll, then handle it little sister. You might be pleasantly surprised.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.*
Kħālidah Naåīm picked up the telephone and said,
“Oh Hi, Bābarah Åālamgīr. Lunch today? Sure, where?”
The voice at the other end of the call said,
“Ashvinātam Restaurant in Ved Nagar at twelve-thirty.”
“I’ll be there. Allah Ħāfiz.”
Kħālidah Naåīm glanced at the digital clock setting on the nightstand.
She smiled she still had plenty of time for a little self-indulgence.
Kħālidah Naåīm opened the drawer to the nightstand next to her unmade bed.
She lifted the hardbound romance novel and placed it beside her on the bed.
Kħālidah Naåīm looked longingly at the cover art on the book.
It pictured a handsome, hard-bodied man embracing a Lady Doctor in a white uniform.
Kħālidah Naåīm lovingly traced her fingertips across the man’s face as Kħālidah Naåīm memorized its chiseled details.
Untying her robe Kħālidah Naåīm opened it.
Her nipples hardened in the cool morning air.
Hissing Kħālidah Naåīm tugged on each nipple in turn until Kħālidah Naåīm felt the familiar warmth deep in her belly begin to flood her nethers.
Kħālidah Naåīm hesitated, gazed at the hunk on the book cover then pulled out a pink plastic phallus and a tube of lube from the drawer.
Blushing, Kħālidah Naåīm knew her husband would be hurt if he knew Kħālidah Naåīm had resorted to mechanical devices to reinforce his flagging sexual prowess.
Kħālidah Naåīm shrugged, Kħālidah Naåīm had needs that required satisfaction, if Kħālidah Naåīm went too long without an orgasm Kħālidah Naåīm could be a real bitch.
Kħālidah Naåīm liberally applied lubricant to the slim 7-inch long pink shaft followed by the wide bulb-shaped head.
The enlarged head contained a powerful egg vibrator that focused on her G-spot.
What the hell else could Kħālidah Naåīm do when her husband was becoming more and more disinterested in having sex with her?
Well, her most sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady friends even told Kħālidah Naåīm, Kħālidah Naåīm wasn’t only facing this problem, they were too suffering from the same impasse.
Zāhidah Aslam had gone even to the extent,
“Kħālidah Naåīm, I knew sooner or later, it had to happen.”
Kħālidah Naåīm was startled,
“Allah, why Zāhidah Aslam?”
“Our Musalmān mankind is becoming more and more religious nowadays.”
“Not only our Musalmān mankind, Zāhidah Aslam.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad smiled at her other most sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady friends, “nowadays, the entire mankind on the globe is bubbling with intense incurable continually increasing religious sentiments.”
“Allah, you are absolutely correct, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad.” Kħālidah Naåīm immediately agreed with her.
“Don’t you see,” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad said, “almost entire globe is suddenly against corruption in their governments? Don’t you see, almost entire globe is suddenly against gang-rapes and rapes even? Why is it so? Due to this very intense incurable constant increase in religious sentiments of the entire mankind on entire globe, I say.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t understand what had happened to me suddenly.
He was a badly flustered individual.
Not only was he curious as to why I should be interested in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Islands, but Imām Muħammad Ħasan was anxious to make certain that he receive the excessive price that he had quoted over the mobile.
He could not understand while I was always against even the name of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, why suddenly I was so interested in buying ten thousand shares of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
He had offered his ten thousand shares for ten times amount they actually were worth of.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s anxiety was tempered by a very evident fear that some secret development concerning which he knew nothing was making the stock worth far more than Imām Muħammad Ħasan had dared to ask.
I put the certified cheque on Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s executive table.
“There you are Abbū Imām. A cheque payable to Imām Muħammad Ħasan, dated today, duly certified, in an amount of one thousand, thousand dollars. You please note that I have written on the back of the cheque that, this cheque is payment in full for your ten thousand shares of stock in the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands. I have further written on the back of this cheque that you agree to arrange for me to attend the directors’ meeting this afternoon.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was listening to me immensely intently.
Yet, nevertheless, he was absolutely unable to understand what I was actually after.
He knew me very well I would never purchase even a single share of even any Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, until its name isn’t changed.
I hated the immense vulgarity in the name.
Why the hell then I was suddenly interested in purchasing as much as ten thousand shares of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands, on ten times amount of what they were actually worth of?
I continued gravely, yet still quite respectfully,
“Abbū Imām, you will there, in directors’ meeting, announce that you have sold your stock of ten thousand shares to me, and give me an opportunity to address the meeting.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s suspicious eyes peered with the intensity of a man trying to look through a thick fog.
He pushed his head forward, as if by doing so he could see my face to better advantage, and could study my features.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan blinked his eyes gravely.
He had to admit to himself that I was too much deep for him still now, while I respected him very much as my father in law.
Since Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted I should treat her Abbū Imām my father in law and Imām Muħammad Ħasan should treat me his son in law, that was the relationship prominent between Imām Muħammad Ħasan and me.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan seemed almost to be sniffing the air.
“You have the stock, Abbū Imām?” I asked gravely.
“Sure, my son. Absolutely.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said patiently.
“I’m prepared to endorse all the ten stock certificates.”
“There are five directors?”
“Will you,” I smiled, “tell me something about the temperaments and personalities of the various directors?”*
Satisfied that the vibrator was ready to use Kħālidah Naåīm began to prepare herself to receive it.
Kħālidah Naåīm began by warming up her erogenous zones with her own fingers.
With familiarity, her digits traced their way around her anatomy, mapping out her puffy pussy lips, pinpointing her clitoris and exploring her vagina.
It felt so good, Kħālidah Naåīm whimpered,
“Uh, uh, uh.”
Kħālidah Naåīm twisted the base of the vibrator engaging its lowest speed.
She allowed the head of the vibrator to travel the most responsive parts of body slowly, first buzzing her inner thighs then her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labia.
Kħālidah Naåīm increased the speed of her toy and applied varied pressures to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān clit.
Her arousal built.
Kħālidah Naåīm relished the powerful sensations surging through her body.
Kħālidah Naåīm panted,
“That’s it, that’s it,” and puffed breathily, “Oh, that’s it.”
Glancing at the man painted on the book cover with glassy eyes Kħālidah Naåīm slipped the enlarged tip of vibrator slowly inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
After a moment, Kħālidah Naåīm simulated sexual intercourse by sliding the droning dildo up and down in her slick snatch pushing the limits of comfort.
Kħālidah Naåīm located her G-spot with the wide egg-shaped head of the toy and groaned.
Quickly, Kħālidah Naåīm twisted the base of the vibrator dialing up the intensity of the vibrations that gyrated all the way through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān gash.
She diddled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān clit with demonic endeavor until a toe-curling orgasm was delivered.
Her climax exploded in the pleasure center of her mind as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt contorted and contracted around the humming device still embedded within her.
Kħālidah Naåīm screamed with agonized release,
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled at me.
“The directors are personally known to you. Very harmonious, very broadminded. For the most part, our meetings are entirely without friction. I am quite sure, my son that, you will find no serious objection on the part of any director to carrying out any legitimate business proposition that is for the best interest of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.”
I looked at Imām Muħammad Ħasan steadily for a few moments, then grinned.
“Well, of course,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, trying his best not to avert his eyes, “we occasionally do have differences of opinion, as your own board of directors in HVSI group of Companies too has naturally. Nevertheless, you know very well, being an ever most successful businessman, even more than me, that’s only normal. You know, these islands are part of Ved Nagar and we have Democracy here after all. I don’t think it’s necessary for me to remind you that we progress through the consideration of different opinions in Democracy.”
I smiled respectfully.
“Abbū Imām, I know you would never deceive me for your personal interest. Yet, we both are dedicated to our movements. Aren’t we?”
“Sure, yet our movements are not mutually against each other. We both are fighting to establish actual Democracy everywhere. Aren’t we?”
“I agree with you. But I am never as desperate in achieving my goal as you are.”
“Because Hindus were never as Uneducated/Under Educated, never as criminal/criminal minded, as the Pseudo Musalmīn are.”
“You go to the extreme extents even to achieve your goals. You have established Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs successfully. You’ve successfully developed them to Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands even. Yet, you are quite against your own daughter, my wife, my live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that, she has vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
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We all sat around eating dinner.
Arzumand Jahāngīr, Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb and I sat mostly in silence as her parents talked away.
I felt most comfortable.
There I was sitting in between Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.
I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr was uneasy about the whole situation.
It was almost two hours later the dinner was finally over.
The Wahābs were dismissing themselves from the table and everyone got to say their goodbyes.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt relieved to have ended the night and couldn’t wait to get home to get her hands all over me.
She wanted to fuck me now wildly to confirm her possession on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was now Arzumand Jahāngīr’s proud possession, not Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s anymore.
“Durgesh, Honey, you were so quiet. Why didn’t you talk to Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī asked me.
“Well, uh I just got a lot on my mind, Ammījān.”
I called Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī ‘Ammījān’.
I had to.
I had called her ‘Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’ at first, but she protested extremely.
“Hey, you Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī had laughed good naturedly, chuckling somewhat, “I know about your immense obsession to enjoy mature Musalmān Beauties. It’s as legendary now as you yourself are. Moreover, I damn care about it. It’s your personal matter with those crazy mature Musalmān Beauties like Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. But, Not me. Never me. Understand? Remember? Keep myself separate from your Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzīs. ”
Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn said playfully.
“The girl still has a thing for you son,”
Arzumand Jahāngīr shot her Abbū a look of anger.
She didn’t realize she did until after she did it.
“Well we got to get going. I’ve got a big day ahead of me tomorrow and Durgesh gotta give me a ride to work.”
“A ride? What’s wrong with your car sweetie?” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn asked concerned.
“Well I don’t know. It’s always breaking down on me. It just wasn’t turning on. I left it at the university parking lot.”
“Well, tomorrow I’ll get my friend to tow it for you hun.” Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Abbū reassured.
“Thanks Abbū. Well, goodnight.” Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed her Abbū and Ammī and I followed her outside.*
“Eīshān! You couldn’t wait to get out of there, could you?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr spun around looking deep into my eyes.
“No, I couldn’t! I’m dying to get home now. I want you!”
I felt pleasantly shocked and yet so turned on.
We rushed to get home ready to make love to each other.
Hot hungry love.
We got home and hurried inside.
The apartment was dark yet we didn’t even bother to turn on the lights.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wanted me more than anything.
We kissed hard fiercely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt me pick her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I put her against the wall and trailed kisses down her neck.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m hot right now! I’m so hot!” Arzumand Jahāngīr cooed.
“I too Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m so fuckin’ horny for you. Eīshān! I’m already hard for you.”
I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr over to my bedroom again quickly taking off her clothes.
I couldn’t wait to be inside her once again.
Loving her the way she should be loved.
I wanted to make sure she’d never forget my touch.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt every layer of clothes come off and finally she lay naked on my bed.
She turned on the lamp next to my bed to look at me undress for her.
I was almost tearing my clothes off ready to fuck my lover.
I stood there naked in front of her with my Uncut Hindu Cock sticking straight out just for her.
“Get it in me now! Please!” Arzumand Jahāngīr begged as she spread her extremely beautiful Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān legs.
I looked down at Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot lips parted letting me see her swollen pink clit.
Eīshān! God, what a sweet excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot she has! So tight and all mine.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her stuffing her with it.
Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at the sudden entrance holding on to my shoulders.
I jammed my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her fast and hard.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wrapped her extremely beautiful Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān legs around my Hindu waist pushing me closer to her.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Keep fucking me. Don’t ever let this feeling go away!” Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned.
I loved the way she felt.
She still felt tight as a virgin and so warm.
I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp around my Uncut Hindu Cock as I fucked her.
She looked so beautiful lying there letting me make love to her.
Her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes never left mine.
I kept my hands on her waist burying myself deepest inside, as deepest as I could go.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I wish I could be inside you forever. I love being inside you. I want to cum in you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said panting hard.
Arzumand Jahāngīr licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips feeling My Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her.
“Yes! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Cum in me. Oh fuck cum in me good. Let me feel your Hindu seed in me!”
I thrust my hips harder against Arzumand Jahāngīr’s fragile little body.
I could hear my balls slapping against her skin.
My balls were swelling up full of cum ready to explode inside my beautiful maternal cousin.
Deep down I only wished my Hindu cum would be making a baby inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
That was something we’d have to talk about later, right now I just wanted to let myself go.
“Fuck! I’m cummmming! Oh Arzumand Jahāngīr!” I threw my head back shooting out spurt after spurt of my Hindu cum inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her nipples harden with each shot of my Hindu cum that entered her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
“Durgesh ! Yes! Oh Yes! Cum in me babe. Let me keep your Hindu cum inside me.”
I finished my climax and let my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock remain inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I lay on to her gasping for air.
It’d been a short but incredible ashvinātam fuck.
The more I was inside her, the more I loved her.
“I’m so in love with you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said softly to her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I stroked her hair.
“I love you too. Say you’ll never leave me. Just tell me this can go on forever.”
I held her closer.
“I’m yours forever, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
I kissed her forehead and watched her drift to a deep sleep.*
Al Rashīdah Al Shams sat in Sakīnah Āftāb’s living room in my apartment smoking a joint.
She lay back on the couch still thinking of me.
What in the world was she going to do?
She knew she couldn’t turn her back on her best friend, but then again, Wājidah Akbar never really even cared to ask her what she wanted.
It was always about Wājidah Akbar.
Sakīnah Āftāb came out of the kitchen making her a mixed drink.
She knew she shouldn’t be drinking, but at least she shouldn’t be driving.
She was quiet and Sakīnah Āftāb found that very unusual.
She knew that when her cousin was silent, she was up to something.
She only hoped it wasn’t to get me back with Wājidah Akbar.
“Hey cuz why so quiet?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked handing her the margarita glass.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams sighed heavenly.
“Oh nothing. I think I’m in love.”
Sakīnah Āftāb frowned.
“In love? You said that last time about that Salmān guy and he turned out to be an asshole.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams smiled.
“No, this guy is different. I just know it. In fact I think you might want Durgesh to get with me.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked mystified.
“Why is that?”
“Because he happens to be Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s Hindu lover, Durgesh.”
Sakīnah Āftāb’s eyes widened.
“What? Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s Hindu boyfriend? Damn little cuz your right about that. Maybe if you can get on my good side for me, Durgesh’d be able to convince Arzumand Jahāngīr to go out with me!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams winked at her cousin in agreement.
Sakīnah Āftāb was excited now hoping their plan would work.
It needed it to work.
She wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr more than any other girl.
With the help of her mischievous little cousin she would be able to do this together.*
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I woke up early next morning to beat the morning traffic.
I dropped Arzumand Jahāngīr off work and then headed off to work afterwards.
I kept thinking about Arzumand Jahāngīr, how much I loved her.
How the hell am I going to keep this wonderful relationship up without Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents finding out?
I was lost deep in my thoughts.
I knew life without Arzumand Jahāngīr would be almost impossible to live, but I also knew our relationship would be hard to manage with all the prejudice of the Ummat-e-Muslimah on ashvinātam live in relationships.
Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed up to her office feeling Wājidah Akbar’s eyes on her.
She ignored her as always and scurried over to her office.
“Don’t run. you’re not late,”
Arzumand Jahāngīr turned to see Sakīnah Āftāb standing behind her.
“Oh, I thought I was late. I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
Sakīnah Āftāb smirked.
“I’d wait an eternity for you, love.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“Ok, whatever. So you ready to get to work?”
Sakīnah Āftāb nodded.
They both walked downstairs together.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt Sakīnah Āftāb’s arm on her back.
She picked up her speed trying to get away from her.
Sakīnah Āftāb just followed her lead carefully.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams had gotten out of her English lit class and hurried over to the library hoping to catch Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She wanted to get as much information on me as possible.
She went upstairs and to her disappointment didn’t find Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Instead, she found Wājidah Akbar.
Her friend looked at Al Rashīdah Al Shams closely.
She knew she was up to something.
“Hey, Wājidah Akbar. Working hard or hardly working?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams teased.
Wājidah Akbar didn’t smile.
“What are you doing here so early?”
“I just got out of class and I wanted to see if my cousin was here so we could go to lunch.”
Wājidah Akbar narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“You know that Sakīnah Āftāb doesn’t have lunch this early. You came here to see Arzumand Jahāngīr, didn’t you?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams threw her hands up in frustration.
“Well, yes I did. I want Durgesh. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Every extremely beautiful Musalmān Choot needs Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund. So what?”
Wājidah Akbar looked down.
She couldn’t believe her own friend was betraying her because of a Hindu guy.
To top it all off, it was her worst enemy’s Hindu lover, Durgesh!
“I take it that you don’t want to help me get Arzumand Jahāngīr fired?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked at her friend with a blank look.
“Well, uh no, not for now. Please Wājidah Akbar, just let me get my thing going with me and I promise you I’ll help you!”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t believe one word Al Rashīdah Al Shams was saying.
“Yeah, right. I know what you’re trying to do. You want to get in good with that bitch and you want to set up double dates with you and Sakīnah Āftāb. Don’t you see, that’ll only get Sakīnah Āftāb closer to her!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams felt bad, but she had to do what she wanted.
“No, it’s not going to be like that, I promise. Just trust me.”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t trust Al Rashīdah Al Shams anymore.
She’d let her down a few times.
This wasn’t the first.
Wājidah Akbar was going to have to work at this alone.*
Arzumand Jahāngīr waited after five o’clock for me.
She decided to go down to the lobby to wait.
She saw Al Rashīdah Al Shams hanging around, obviously probably, waiting for Sakīnah Āftāb.
The girl looked impatient, and was pacing the room, until she saw Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr! Hey, are you waiting for your Hindu lover, Durgesh?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded looking suspiciously at the girl.
“Sakīnah Āftāb should be down in a minute.”
The girl shrugged.
“Oh yeah I know. Listen I was wondering if maybe you and I would wanna come over to Sakīnah Āftāb’s apartment so we can all have some drinks? Afterwards we can go have dinner or something.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr was surprised.
“Tonight? Well I really can’t.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams moaned agonized.
“Oh come on. Please? Sakīnah Āftāb and I aren’t bad people, I guarantee you that.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr still felt unsure.
Just then, she heard me walk in smiling at her with those handsome lips of mine.
She found herself gazing at her handsome Hindu lover, Durgesh, and tuning out Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
“Hey Durgesh, my Hindu Love.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said blushing.
I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr and then at Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
The young dark haired Musalmān Beauty was gawking me obviously.
I just wanted to laugh.
“Hey, Durgesh, I was just asking your maternal cousin if you both would like to hang out with me and my cousin Sakīnah Āftāb tonight. I can fix us up some drinks and then we can go to dinner afterwards.”
I eyed Arzumand Jahāngīr and Arzumand Jahāngīr widened her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes for me to say no.
“Uh, well that’s very nice but…”
“Fuck! I wish Wājidah Akbar would leave me alone!” Sakīnah Āftāb interrupted.
I looked at the young woman.
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed hysterically thinking no one was there to see her or hear her.
“Oh sorry guys. I thought only Al Rashīdah Al Shams was here.”
“Sakīnah Āftāb, this is my Durgesh. Durgesh, meet Sakīnah Āftāb, Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s cousin.” Arzumand Jahāngīr introduced us nervously.
“Hey now! So you are Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Hindu boyfriend?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked happily.
I shook the young woman’s hand.
I actually felt more like punching me out for flirting with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Yeah, nice to meet you. Well, guys, we really gotta go now.”
“Whoa wait! Do you all wanna do something tonight?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as Al Rashīdah Al Shams stood close to my side.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were deliberately speechless hoping not to send vibes about our relationship with each other.
“Sorry. No, we have some things to do. Thank you anyway.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said quickly.
“Oh, come on please? It’ll be fun. Just a few hours.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams continued to beg.
I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face looked scared.
“No, really we can’t. I’m sorry.” I apologized.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Al Rashīdah Al Shams were losing our patience with us.
“Look, we get bored here. I don’t want to hang out with my cousin all night. We don’t have many friends either. I really would like for you all to join us.” Sakīnah Āftāb said sincerely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt bad and I did too.
“Oh ok, but just for a while. I still have to call my Abbū tonight to check up on the situation with my car.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said softly.
I agreed with her and we saw the cousins’ faces light up with satisfaction.
I knew this night was going to be long as it had when we’d gone with her parents.*
The four of us arrived at Sakīnah Āftāb’s apartment a little past six o’clock.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I had followed them.
Sakīnah Āftāb lived in the nice side of town obviously.
We followed the black BMW through the gates and forward.
“Can this Sakīnah Āftāb girl afford to live here?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked shocked.
“Yeah, I guess so. Her parents are rich. They may even probably pay the rent.” I said looking around at the apartment complex.
Once inside, Sakīnah Āftāb offered us a seat in her spacious living room.
Sakīnah Āftāb turned on her big screen TV and handed Al Rashīdah Al Shams the remote.
“You all make yourselves comfortable and I’m gonna make some drinks. I got some juice too if you want some, Durgesh.” Sakīnah Āftāb shouted out from the kitchen.
“Yeah, a juice will do for me.” I called out seeing Al Rashīdah Al Shams with her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes glued on me.
“Hey cuz make me a screwdriver. And Arzumand Jahāngīr? What do you want?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked anxiously.
“Nothing for me. I don’t like to drink.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams burst out laughing.
“Are you serious? Durgesh, is your Arzumand Jahāngīr for real?”
I kept a straight face.
“Yes. I don’t really drink myself either. Just a juice every now and then.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked at us.
She admired us for being so nice to each other and we both looked so innocent.
She would love to make Durgesh into a bad boy herself.
She knew Sakīnah Āftāb could take away any innocence Arzumand Jahāngīr had.
Together, she and Sakīnah Āftāb would corrupt these ashvinātam lovers.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams put in on MTV2 and started dancing around as we played “Setting Sun”.
She danced in her short little blue jean skirt right in front of me.
I turned my head away and saw Arzumand Jahāngīr looking sternly at me.
I smiled assuring her, knowing Arzumand Jahāngīr was getting jealous.
Sakīnah Āftāb, Al Rashīdah Al Shams and Wājidah Akbar, all of them were too much beautiful and equally bold and horny.
Sakīnah Āftāb was in the kitchen getting the drinks together.
She poked her head out and called out for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr did not intend to leave me alone with this sex-crazed Musalmān Beauty, but at the same time, she couldn’t stand to be there a minute longer.
She got up and joined Sakīnah Āftāb in the kitchen.
“So how do you like my place?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked trying to make conversation.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked around at the beautiful space.
“Well, I’ve gotta tell you that it’s really awesome. But of course, you can afford something like this.”
Sakīnah Āftāb sneered at Arzumand Jahāngīr’s comment.
“Well, you’re free to stay here whenever you want.”
Sakīnah Āftāb brushed her hand along her arm as Arzumand Jahāngīr just turned away from her.
“Sakīnah Āftāb, I already told you I’m seeing someone else.”
“Yeah, and that someone else isn’t here, is he?”
Oh Sakīnah Āftāb if you only knew! Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.
She smiled at Sakīnah Āftāb mysteriously.*
In the living room, I sat watching Al Rashīdah Al Shams as she continued to prance around letting her skirt move up almost showing me her panties.
I felt my erection and hoped Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb would hurry back.
I know he is checking me out, Al Rashīdah Al Shams said silently.
She danced around the room and slowly walked over to me sitting next to me.
She put her hand, as if unintentionally, over my Uncut Hindu Lund, giving her hand a little squeeze.
“So do you have a Musalmān girlfriend?” She asked seductively.
I shifted my body trying to move away.
“Yeah, I actually do.”
“Oh, Durgesh, is that so? Where is she? I know if I was your Musalmān Girlfriend, I would not dare let you out of my sight. I’d be afraid, Musalmān Beauties like me, might want to steal you away.”
I kept my eyes on the television and felt Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s hand on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I smiled at her politely, courteously, cleared my throat, yet did not move her hand away from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It would have been immensely impolite of me.
She was an adult young Musalmān Beauty.
She had every right even to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund if she wanted to.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was only executing her fundamental woman right.
What the hell was wrong in it?
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then seductively.
Her actions were very much inviting.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr came back from the kitchen.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes were full of fury seeing Al Rashīdah Al Shams sitting right next to me flirting madly with me.
She knew she could trust DURGESH, but she didn’t trust that Musalmān Beauty.
Sakīnah Āftāb was carrying the drinks.
She’d brought out a juice for me a beer for herself, Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s screwdriver and a coke for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I felt my pulse quicken as I saw Sakīnah Āftāb sitting next to Arzumand Jahāngīr smoothly putting her arm around her.
I wanted just to go beat the crap out of Sakīnah Āftāb.
“Hey, Durgesh, instead of going out how about we order in some Chinese?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams yelped.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I didn’t like the idea but still agreed.
The cousins continued to talk about their own entertaining of Arzumand Jahāngīr and me.
It seemed as if we were ignoring what Sakīnah Āftāb and Al Rashīdah Al Shams had to say.
Our eyes were locked on one another. Arzumand Jahāngīr knew, once we got home she was going to make love to me, once again, fiercely.
It was almost ten at night by the time we finished with dinner and talking.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were ready to go home.
Somehow seeing a Musalmān Beauty flirt with me had made Arzumand Jahāngīr hot.
She had never been more excited.
The feelings were mutual and I too had been turned on that Sakīnah Āftāb wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr, but Arzumand Jahāngīr was all mine.*
Al Rashīdah Al Shams moaned after we left.
“Ugh Durgesh says he has got a Musalmān Girlfriend!”
“Yeah, she says she is got a Hindu boyfriend too. It’s OK cuz. We are both very charming people. I know we can get them where we want them.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams lay on the couch closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes thinking of me.
She knew she had some masturbation material for the night.
“Well cuz could you take me home now. I really gotta shower up.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams pleaded feeling so horny.
Sakīnah Āftāb agreed.
She too could not wait for her cousin to leave so she could jerk off thinking of me how my sweet strong Hindu body felt.*
Back at home, Arzumand Jahāngīr and I kissed passionately in the bathroom, as we got ready to shower together once again.
We were both naked pressing our bodies against each other.
Our youthful bodies were hot as we both craved one another.
“Mmmm you got me so hot tonight,” Arzumand Jahāngīr rasped.
“Yeah? Why?” I asked kissing her neck.
“Just looking at Al Rashīdah Al Shams wanting you so much, was so hot. Just the thought of other women wanting you turns me on. All of the Beauties, whether Musalmān Beauties or otherwise, want you vehemently, but all of them can’t have you.”
“Why?” I asked politely, sweetly, kindly actually.
I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr was burning inside, torturing herself immensely, unnecessarily, out of jealousy.
Jealousy was actually an animal desire.
In the evolution process, from animal to humanity, to infinite divinity, jealousy just follows due to natural inertia inherent into us.
The humankind has to win over every inherent inertia with deliberate efforts practicing more and more humanity.
Arzumand Jahāngīr avoided answering my question deliberately for obvious reasons.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock grow harder as I felt Arzumand Jahāngīr; my sweet maternal cousin was revealing this to me.
“Oh yeah? I got hard just knowing how bad Sakīnah Āftāb wants you.”
“I am all yours. Oh fuck Durgesh darling, I’m so horny! I want you to fuck me good.”
“I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard!”
She stopped for a Moment and looked into my loving eyes.
“DURGESH,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said turning red, “I want you to fuck me from behind. In my ass. Will you? Please!”
I felt myself almost choke stunned by Arzumand Jahāngīr’s request.
I’d ever done anal sex with almost every Musalmān Beauty on her own request.
Most Musalmān Beauties would have just thought doing that was disgusting, at first, but eventually they themselves requested it from me.
Perhaps there wasn’t any Musalmān Beauty I fuck who never requested me for anal sex with her.
Was anal sex the ultimate intimacy?
Not vaginal sex.
Wasn’t anal sex unproductive in comparison with vaginal sex?
But so was oral sex too.
Yet, almost every woman longs for oral sex as well as every man too.
Now here was my precious little maternal cousin begging me to do it.
I wasn’t going to say ‘no’.
Why the hell should I?
Didn’t I know, countless Musalmān houses, countless Christian houses, countless Jew houses, countless other houses, including Brāhmañ and Savarñ houses too, were broken by their sophisticated housewives even, because they wanted oral and anal sex from their husbands and the husbands foolishly refused to do it?
The enraged housewives ultimately eventually came to me to get what they wanted.
Even if it was inhuman, even if it was animalistic, I did it with them, because their evolution hadn’t reached the point.
Wasn’t it better than breaking home?
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I urged her on, as I drew her down onto the bed with us, I kissed her and kissed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts.
Nishāt Nazli sighed.
“Come on, what else do you dream of.”
“Well, I guess we can’t do this one, but I always wanted to be gangbanged by like 8 or 10 Hindus. Like one after the other. Not that I want sex like that all the time. I really like what we did the other day, especially when it was just you and me, that was nice. But maybe once I want to be a slut and have a bunch of Hindus. Just strip me down and lay me in the middle of the floor.” Nishāt Nazli paused and looked at Zubaydah Bābar and me. “Is that weird?”
“No, not really.” Zubaydah Bābar answered.
“What else?” I asked wondering how far Nishāt Nazli had fallen more.
The rotten Western Culture.
I gritted my teeth.
True Islam could stop it but not the present day Pseudo Islam.
It was good that Bābarah Åālamgīr had brought these ever ravenous young Musalmān Beauties to me.
What if they were not Bābarah Åālamgīr’s friends?
What if Bābarah Åālamgīr were not crazy to have me as her live in relationship partner irrespective of the fact that I was sixty three now?
I could tell she was holding something back.
“Well, you guys will think I’m a psycho or something.” Nishāt Nazli protested.
“Can’t be much worse than Zubaydah Bābar likes pain. Can it?” I smiled.
I smiled to hide how dangerous it was for Zubaydah Bābar.
I had to.
If I protested they would have find another sex partner instead of me.
Nishāt Nazli looked at both of us and hesitated.
“It has to do with pee’ing.” She offered quietly.
“Golden showers.” I stated. “We have a name for it, it’s called Golden Showers. It’s not as rare as you might think, pretty common actually.”
With that, I got out of bed, opened a cabinet beneath the TV, and popped a tape into my VCR.
In a few seconds, we were watching a video of a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman lying in the sand and four Hindus standing over her pee’ing on her.
Nishāt Nazli was riveted to the screen.
Zubaydah Bābar sat with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth open and Nishāt Nazli was blushing crimson.
She looked at Zubaydah Bābar.
“See I told you I am sick!”
“No, actually that was sort of hot to watch. I never thought about it but when I saw it, it was hot.” Zubaydah Bābar said.
Nishāt Nazli looked at her,
“So you don’t think it’s sick?”
“Well, I did think it was weird until I saw the video. Durgesh, does that have a title?” Zubaydah Bābar asked.
“That’s a commercial video.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at me.
I laughed and continued.
“Those are Hindus who come down and rent a place, then spend the week fulfilling their urine fantasies. If you were going to be here when they are, I’d introduce you. And I am sure they would love to have you join them.”
“How long is that video, can we watch it?” Zubaydah Bābar asked.
Nishāt Nazli looked at her and said,
“Hey, it’s my fantasy.”
They both giggled.
I let the video run and crawled into bed between them.
The three of us watched the commercial Golden Showers show.
It ran nearly two hours of clips of Hindus pissing on striking Musalmān Beauties, sometimes two or more people having sex while somebody pissed on them, sometimes a group of Hindus emptying their bladders on a single Musalmān Beauty, all sorts of combinations.
When the tape was done, I asked Nishāt Nazli,
“So which was your favorite?”
Nishāt Nazli described one scene where about 10 Hindus urinated on a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl who was in a bathtub and allowed the urine to collect in the tub.
She wallowed in it.
“So you would rather be pissed on.” I asked, as I played with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I continued talking to her as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, talking about the video and the things we had seen and tantalizing her with stories.
It took only a few stories before Nishāt Nazli grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and was begging me to coat her with my piss.
Zubaydah Bābar was equally turned on and playing with herself as she listened and watched her friend and me.
Nishāt Nazli continued to beg me and I continued to tease her.
Finally, I told her,
“If you’re really good and fuck me really well then I might piss all over you, in your hair, on your face, your Musalmān tits, and if you really are a good fuck I just might ask Zubaydah Bābar to piss on you too.
Nishāt Nazli was worked up enough that she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the lips.
She wrapped her Musalmān legs around my waist and tried to force her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I teased her by holding myself right at her entrance for a bit before relenting and pushing into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole with a constant even pressure.
I had teased her enough that she reached her first orgasm while I was still working my way in.
Then I started to pump on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot slowly still talking to her and telling her how we were going to cover her with yellow fluids.
Nishāt Nazli crashed into her second orgasm within seconds of the first and I continued to pump then I withdrew from her.
“Roll over, on your knees.” I told her.
Nishāt Nazli complied without question or hesitation.
I placed myself at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and slid in, this time with little resistance as Nishāt Nazli was already stretched out to fit me.
I started to pump on Nishāt Nazli from behind.
“Zubaydah Bābar, do you want her Musalmān tits as I fuck her or would you rather have Nishāt Nazli eat you?”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and crawled over.
Without comment Zubaydah Bābar put her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot in Nishāt Nazli’s face.
Nishāt Nazli dove onto her snatch like a starving Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and began to lap at her.
I decided to alternate my attack, pulled all the way out of Nishāt Nazli and then rammed it back in.
Then I drew it out again and rammed it in.
I repeated this and each time got a muffed grunt from Nishāt Nazli.
Then one time I pulled out and began to ram it in and for some reason unknown to any of them Zubaydah Bābar shifted and when I rammed home, I buried my entire length into her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
Zubaydah Bābar pulled her head up from Nishāt Nazli’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and with a sharp intake of breath held very still.
I did not at first realize what had happened but with Zubaydah Bābar’s sudden change in position, I stopped and noticed, I was buried to the hilt up Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bunghole.
Before I could apologize or say anything else, Zubaydah Bābar looked back at me over her shoulder, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes wide,
“You’re in my ass. Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Vallah, I like it. Vallah, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass. Will you please?”
I paused for a minute then asked.
“Are you sure, Zubaydah Bābar?”
“Damn, yes, I’m sure. I never felt anything like that.” Zubaydah Bābar answered.
I began very slowly to slide my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole and I could feel Zubaydah Bābar’s anal Musalmān muscles tighten around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then just as easily, I pushed back in.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned.
I complied by pumping a bit faster on Zubaydah Bābar and then faster as she plopped her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face back into Nishāt Nazli’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I pumped away on her and as I did, I watched Nishāt Nazli turn herself around and position herself under Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while Zubaydah Bābar was still eating hers.
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls went into a 69 while I fucked Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole.
Then I felt Zubaydah Bābar tighten on me and squeeze her Musalmān sphincter muscles on my Hindu length.
She shuddered and I could feel her release again as my Uncut Hindu Cock massaged her colon.
As Zubaydah Bābar relaxed from her orgasm, I let myself slide out of her and stood beside the bed.
I bent over and whimpered into Zubaydah Bābar’s ear.
“Do you want to piss on Nishāt Nazli with me?”
Zubaydah Bābar answered with a smile and crawled out from underneath her friend.
Nishāt Nazli tried to hold her in place.
I told her to let Zubaydah Bābar go.
“Do you want your fantasy?”
Nishāt Nazli blushed slightly and nodded.
“Ok then come into the bathroom.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls followed me and I directed Nishāt Nazli to lie in the big tub.
It was set into a pedestal and had an 8″ lip all the way around it.
Nishāt Nazli crawled in and lay in the bottom and I directed Zubaydah Bābar onto the lip.
“Where do you want it, the face, your Musalmān tits your belly.”
Nishāt Nazli did not answer she just lay there with an embarrassed look on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face.
“Squat over her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face. She won’t tell us so she gets it there.”
Zubaydah Bābar grinned an evil grin and squatted immediately on top of Nishāt Nazli’s face only a few inches away.
Nishāt Nazli looked up into her friend’s spread Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and waited, she was so turned on.
Any second now Zubaydah Bābar was going to fulfill her fantasy and let a stream of piss fly into her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and she would surely get some in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
The thought disgusted her but got her incredibly turned on at the same time.
Then suddenly she saw a bit of movement and it came, it rolled out of Zubaydah Bābar’s open lips and splashed over Nishāt Nazli’s face.
The hot stream of piss hit her in the eye and then over her nose and, yes, into her open mouth.
She spat it back out but more ran in. the salty harsh ammonia smell of piss covered everything then just as Zubaydah Bābar’s stream slackened she felt a second stream.
It was I.
Nishāt Nazli had not been paying attention and I positioned myself and let fly a stream that impacted Nishāt Nazli in the throat then I directed it up into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and over her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face .
She had her hand buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as we pissed on Nishāt Nazli.
Nishāt Nazli was in heaven.
“What a turn on.” She thought to herself as the salty liquid ran into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and some invariably went down her Musalmān throat.
Nishāt Nazli orgasamed again as she realized she had just swallowed Zubaydah Bābar’s piss and mine too.
Then all too soon, we stopped.
It was finished.
Nishāt Nazli lay in the tub covered in our piss and loving the smell and feel of the warm liquid.
Zubaydah Bābar and I stood over her looking at Nishāt Nazli and smiling.
“Come on,” I said after a minute, “time for a shower. I need to wash off my Uncut Hindu Lund and you need to rinse that stuff out of your hair.”
I helped Nishāt Nazli sit up and then to her surprise I leaned over and smiled at her confusion.
“Do you think you’re the first Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman I pissed on?” I asked Nishāt Nazli.
The three of us crowded into the walk in shower and washed off.
Nishāt Nazli r shampooed her hair and washed herself off while Zubaydah Bābar washed the anal residue from My Uncut Hindu Cock.
We were near to done when Nishāt Nazli looked at me.
“You didn’t come yet did you.”
I just shrugged my shoulders and both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls looked at each other and immediately dropped to their knees and took turns sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund off until I came half in Zubaydah Bābar’s mouth and half in Nishāt Nazli’s mouth.
Once I had finished they shared their prize with each other.
The two of them kissed long and hard before they returned to my Uncut Hindu Cock and licked me like a lollipop.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stood and Zubaydah Bābar put her arms around me and kissed me.
“Thank you. That was fun. Thanks for understanding and helping. Especially, thanks for fucking my Musalmān ass. I never did that before and I didn’t think I would like it but I loved it. Next time maybe you’ll come in my ass so I could feel it inside me, and maybe we could go outside maybe tonight and we could pee on Nishāt Nazli again. I mean in the back yard it’s dark and no one could see.”
I smiled back.
“I think that would be fun. What about you, Nishāt Nazli?”
Nishāt Nazli hesitated.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to take that Hindu monster in my backside.”
Then Nishāt Nazli looked at the smile on Zubaydah Bābar’s face.
Nishāt Nazli immediately corrected herself.
“Well maybe. But you’ll pee on me again. I thought it was neat.”
Then we turned off the water and dried off.
The three of us walked into the living room without bothering to dress.
I laughed as I watched the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls walk away.
They turned to me and Nishāt Nazli asked, “What’s so funny?”
“You both look a little bowlegged.” I laughed.
They both stuck their tongues out at me as they waddled into the other room.
We spent the rest of the morning in the living room watching movies, cuddling and playing with one another.
Nishāt Nazli fell asleep first and Zubaydah Bābar right behind her.
I chuckled as I draped a blanket over each of them.
I went to my bedroom and pulled on the shorts I had been wearing and went to my office while the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls slept.
I spent a few hours working and then made my way back upstairs and found the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls still asleep.
They had kicked the blanket off and both of them were lying there mostly exposed.
Looking at them, I got My blood going again and I walked over to get a better look at them.
Zubaydah Bābar was lying on her side and looked comfortable, while Nishāt Nazli was also on her side but curled up and I had a good view of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot hanging out.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips were glistening with wetness.
“She must be having a good dream.” I thought to myself.
I got down on the floor with them and sat next to Nishāt Nazli.
I stretched my arm out and let my Uncut Hindu Lund run through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Nishāt Nazli moaned and moved a bit.
I repeated my touch to her only applying a bit more pressure and letting my Uncut Hindu Lund trail up and down her quivering crimson Musalmān lips .
Nishāt Nazli moaned louder and humped toward my Uncut Hindu Lund as I touched her.
Then I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide up inside Nishāt Nazli and slowly worked it in and out.
Within seconds, Nishāt Nazli was pushing herself on my Uncut Hindu Lund and humping it in her sleep.
I pulled my shorts down and slid in behind her.
I removed my Uncut Hindu Lund from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and placed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips just at her entrance.
Nishāt Nazli missed the stimulation of my Uncut Hindu Lund and let out a mewing sound when I removed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
When I placed my Uncut Hindu Lund at her entrance her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body responded by pushing down toward me.
I slipped inside.
So far just the head was in Nishāt Nazli but I slowly applied more pressure and more of me slid up inside her until I was fully inside.
I lay like that for a minute enjoying the warm wetness that enveloped my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Nishāt Nazli wiggled her butt a bit on me and I started slowly to fuck myself in to her.
Very slowly drawing myself out and then sliding it back in, never hard but slowly and gently.
Nishāt Nazli hunched herself up even more allowing me deeper access.
As our sleeping fuck went on I increased my pace and shortly I felt her breathing quicken and then her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes opened and Nishāt Nazli looked back at me in a glassy eyed stare.
She groaned and laid her head back down on the cushion, she was using as a pillow.
I kept my rhythm as I felt her tighten down on my meat and the juice flow around my Uncut Hindu Cock as Nishāt Nazli came on me.
Now I urged her to roll over in her belly and I held myself over her as I banged her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot from behind.
I felt as though I could go on forever.
It was not even lunchtime yet and I had already screwed Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās before she left earlier and had cum in Zubaydah Bābar’s mouth after fucking both her and Nishāt Nazli.
Now I was doing Nishāt Nazli and I was enjoying the fuck.
She felt so good wrapped around my massive Uncut Hindu Cock as I worked it in and out of her.
Soon I felt her orgasm rising, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body tightened and the flow of juice.
I still was nowhere near ready to cum and my energy was starting to flag.
But I kept pounding anyway.
Nishāt Nazli’s second orgasm was followed shortly by the third and then almost immediately by the fourth, then her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body began to spasm as she went into continuous orgasm.
Each my Hindu thrust brought Nishāt Nazli over the edge but my energy level was down and I was tired so I slowed and let myself fall out of her.
Nishāt Nazli lay on the floor breathing heavily her muscles twitching all over her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body as she recovered from her experience.
After a few minutes, Nishāt Nazli looked over at me and smiled.
“Durgesh, You sure know how to give a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl a workout.”
Then she pulled herself over to me and kissed me gently then laid her head on my chest.
As she looked down, she saw that I was still hard.
“Why did you stop if you hadn’t cum yet?” Nishāt Nazli asked.
“I was a ways from cumming yet and my muscles started to get tired. I guess I must be getting hungry and need to refuel.” I laughed.
Nishāt Nazli took me in her hand and began gently to run her hand over the slimy Uncut Hindu Cock that had just given her so much pleasure.
Zubaydah Bābar had heard our exchange and woke up to see Nishāt Nazli Jacking my shiny Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Looks like I missed some fun.” Zubaydah Bābar said as she propped herself up.
“Just a little.” Nishāt Nazli answered, “Durgesh is doing his best to fuck me to death today, I think.”
“Looks like you tired him out.” Zubaydah Bābar giggled.
“Not likely. Durgesh had me stuck in constant orgasm. I thought I was going to have a stroke before I stopped.” Nishāt Nazli complained.
Then she took me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and slowly sucked her own accumulated juices off my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
I felt her quivering crimson Musalmān lips sliding up and down my Hindu shaft and relished the feel of the ashvinātam blowjob Nishāt Nazli was giving me.
She kept at me and after about 5 minutes of trying still had not gotten the load of cum from me.
She pulled her head up and looked at me.
I smiled at her.
“You two sucked me dry earlier. I need to recharge.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls looked at each other then at me and in unison said,
Then we laughed.
Nishāt Nazli picked up the comment.
“You have me so well fucked now that I don’t know if I can walk.”
Then Zubaydah Bābar put her two cents in “I like the ass fucking you gave me but that Hindu monster of yours stretches a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl out. I know that I am going to be walking funny for a bit. I still feel as though it’s up there. If we keep you tired out with our Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ashvinātam blow jobs maybe we can get some rest.”
All the three laughed.
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Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
“Thank you. You won’t ever regret it. Moreover, it isn’t too far.”
“Even it is too far, it’s my pleasure. I love company of beautiful ladies.” I smiled gently.
“For calling me beautiful.”
“But that’s the truth.”
“Thanks once more.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively.
‘Your Uncut Hindu Lund would be busier into my Musalmān Cunt beyond your imagination, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam.’ she murmured to herself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing. Sorry, I lost in thought to myself.”
I took another look at the beautiful face.
The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was smiling.
It was extremely beautiful.
The teeth were white and regular.
There was just the hint of something about the lips, though they were crimson red and quivering seductively, yet indicated to be cunning somewhat.
The eyes were lovely and expressive.
There was a lean competence about her.
She was not known to me.
Yet, she wouldn’t have been in the parking lot unless she was connected with the company, and if she was connected with the executive branch of the company, she undoubtedly was all right.
Suddenly it flashed to me.
No, she wasn’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
She was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim actually.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s younger half sister.
They had different fathers.
But Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was so attached to Al Ħamd Al Åbbās that he had asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim to take care of her personally.
I knew something more.
Even Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t know that.
Why the hell Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was working, in her own Abbū’s company, using her younger half sister’s name?
Only to keep close clandestine watch on Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand?
Well, why it was not possible?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a shrewd successful businessperson after all.
He resented being misinformed.
He resented being dependent on others if he could avoid it somehow.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was more devoted to her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim than Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was.
Had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim instructed his most faithful daughter to keep watch on me too?
I was suddenly all-alert.
But not externally to alert Al Kubrah Al Qāsim too.
I kept her understanding that her real identity was still unknown to me.
I wanted to let her play the game she was so keenly playing.
Yet, one thing was still clear to me now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t have faith in his other daughters as he had in Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Did Al Zakāt Al Qāsim know it?
Was she at least aware of it, if she didn’t know it?
In addition, if she wasn’t even aware of it, did she suspect it at least?
What Muħammad bin Qāsim thought of it?*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Are you sure I’m not inconveniencing you?”
“I’m sure I am not impotent enough.”
“Allah, I never meant that.”
“Only an impotent can be inconvenienced with a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.”
“You are kidding me.”
“Never. But if you really like my kids…”
“Please!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim raised her hands, “I surrender.”
“For my kids? Really?”
“Allah Allah!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim blushed, “I can’t compete with you ever.”
“Please come on,” I said opening the door, “Roll up your window tight. It may rain more tonight. I think it’ll be clearing by midnight. I mean, according to the weather report at least. Here’s my Mercedes, right over here.”
I remembered now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had been away on Ħaj.
She had returned recently only.
I held the door open for Al Kubrah Al Qāsim with deferential courtesy.
She leaned back against the soft cushions.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim appreciated the rich leather upholstery.
I jumped in the other side.
‘Allah,’ Al Kubrah Al Qāsim thought, ‘if the Hindu beast is really sixty three, as he claims, it’s a miracle he is behaving as if he is actually ever young.
Is ever youth possible?
How the hell the Hindu scoundrel is managing to keep his wonderful youth still at his sixty-three?
Is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan right?
Is Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī right too?
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was telling his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Durgesh is a Para Human.
He has evolved himself beyond even a Posthuman.
The motor was already running.
It purred into multi-cylindered response.
A current of warm air flowed reassuringly abut Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s chilled ankles.
Ved Nagar wasn’t in a cold country.
It was in India.
It covered old Jabalpur, Seoni, Nagpur, Narsinghpur, Balaghat, Chhindwara, etc.
The miracle was it covered some parts of old Mumbai and Karachi too.
None could explain it.
Ved Nagar was a miracle the ultramodern science could produce.
Fabiayyi ālai Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?
It explained the impasse.
The big Mercedes glided into motion so gently Al Kubrah Al Qāsim hardly realized it had started.
I drove out past the robot security guard at the entrance to the parking lot.
“Right or left?” I asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Left.” she said watching me triumphantly adroitly.
“That’s superb.” I laughed, “I myself had to go that way already. How far?”
“Not too far.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed too, “Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company is a zillionaire group of Companies. But we are, even then, still poor as compared to HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, HVSI Group of Companies. Your creativity is still beyond imagination for the rest of the companies, including us.”
“You are being too polite. Thanks anyway for being so nice to a competitor.”
“It’s a pleasure to be in the company of the Supreme successful business tycoon of entire history of humankind. How can you manage it?”
“Our Board of Directors does it. You are crediting the wrong man.” I smiled politely.
“Your Board of Directors credits you and you credit your Board of Directors. Playing the mutual admiration game?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed melodically.
“Isn’t it a nice game to play?”
“Well, I think that’s the mystery behind your incredulous success.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me dreamily.
She had come very close to me.
Our thighs touched each other’s.
I immediately stopped the Mercedes parking it at left.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim boldly sat down on my lap, rising from where she was, facing me.
“Any objection?” she looked into my eyes seductively.
“Am I a fool to object?” I winked at her, “You are most welcome.”
“I noticed your erection for me. I thought I too must thank you.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim put her extremely beautiful arms around my neck.
“My pleasure.” I said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was kissing me wildly aggressively.
The kiss lasted longer than I anticipated.
Her heavy buttocks had filled my lap competently.
My erection was imprisoned now between them.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim deliberately squeezed my erection between her buttocks significantly.
I hugged her more snugly.
She started to undress me.
“Are you sure you want me here?” I looked into her eyes, “It’s road. We are beside it. The cars are passing every now and then.”
“Isn’t open sex, in public even, not prohibited in Ved Nagar, if it’s consensual, between adults?”
“You want to exhibit what we are doing?”
“Only if you insist to.”
“I insist to. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koī Kħudā sé bandon sé pardah karnā kyā’?”
I looked into her eyes.
“Well, if you insist my dear, I haven’t another alternative except to surrender to you”
“Hey, I love your attitude. Now watch just what you get from me in reward.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim went wild.
Yet, she wasn’t wild enough to fuck me then and there.
She only sucked me there.
She was in 69 position.
We were both nude.
I kissed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
Then, surprisingly she controlled herself.
“Let’s go.” she said suddenly, “You asked me how far we’d have to go. I said, ‘not too far’. My speedometer clocks it at two miles. However, my car is not quite as late a model as this one. I simply can’t afford it.”
“You like my Mercedes?”
“Who is the damnfool that wouldn’t?”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you need any more proof?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim winked at me kissing the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Then I think you must remember this meeting forever.”
“Sure, this meeting has brought my dreams come true.”
I kissed Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Take my Mercedes too as my gift to remember this meeting.”
“What?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped, “I can’t believe it.”
“It’s yours from this very instant. Now, ma’am, will you please be kind enough to leave me to my house, in your Mercedes, when we get done?”
“Idiot, you can’t return to your home tonight. We are on our Honeymoon for at least a complete month. You may call your staff afterwards for your own transportation.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad left Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s office and stopped by the ladies’ room in the corridor.
There was a mirror.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always watched her excellent exquisite figure immense proudly whenever she saw any mirror.
Allah, how beautiful she was.
Perhaps even more beautiful than even her role model Sidrah Aħmad was.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad worshipped every ground Sidrah Aħmad walked on.
What a woman.
What a dare devil woman.
Born and ever being an ardent Sunnī Musalmān Beauty, Sidrah Aħmad never allowed any Musalmān even to touch her romantically even, let him sexually being even beyond imagination.
She said, ‘No bloody Musalmān deserves any Musalmān Beauty ever. Every Musalmān Beauty deserves a Hindu man. Even a Traditional Hindu is better than any Musalmān whosoever the hell he is’.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had gone even one step ahead more.
‘No Hindu deserves any platonic relationship with any Musalmān Beauty ever. The Hindus are made only to meet the sexual needs of entire Musalmān Beauties.’
She studied her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face in the mirror.
She was very happy with what she saw.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was never tired or drawn.
She hated any dark circle under any female Musalmān eyes.
“Fuck a Hindu Shaktimān, and get rid of it.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always said.
If a Musalmān Beauty refused ever, on whatsoever her ground may be, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad kidnapped her and compelled her to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān herself.
When the Musalmān Beauties compelled to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān in this way, tried to suicide ever, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always kidnapped them again and compelled the Musalmān Beauties to live in relationship with a Hindu Shaktimān, whosoever he may be.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was powerful and she had vowed to be more and more powerful till she existed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was her greatest fan.
He also believed in the values Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had.
Yet, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad needed a vacation very much.
But she couldn’t even think of it, until the things were settled.
No, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad never needed any make up, no blusher, no lip-gloss, no eye shadow even.
She was naturally too beautiful to need them.
She appreciated her golden hair very much.
Even Durgesh has praised her golden hair.
“You are even richer than me, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Durgesh used to say, “I don’t have my hair made of pure gold.”
None else had praised Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad better ever.
She was proud of Durgesh being her first man in her life.
Durgesh ‘inaugurated’ Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.
She surrendered her cherry to Durgesh.
Even a complete month Honeymoon with Durgesh was there.
But Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad wasn’t a One Man Woman strictly.
She despised the male domination of women.
“Women are made several times more in number by Allah.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad used to say, “If Democracy is the chosen way of life by Allah for the humankind, the women must dominate the males, not otherwise ever.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim loved Shankar Mahāpralayankar as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wife.
He used to put his head on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s feet right exactly in sajdah.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad doesn’t love you.” Muħammad bin Qāsim used to say, “But I do. I too have an exactly feminine body, lacking a cunt only.”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had laughed,
“The cunt is the only thing a male, as dominant as Durgesh and Shankar Mahāpralayankar are, love in a feminine body, imprudent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, you claim we Musalmīn are always backwards. The Hindus are always forwards. You Musalmān Beauties want to go ahead. That’s why you Musalmān Beauties fuck Hindus always, instead of us ever backward Musalmīn. Don’t you use to say it?”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim,” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad patronized him; “You don’t belong even to that category, impotent.”
“I damn care to what category I belong. Don’t you say that?”
“Sure, and I even explain what I say. Hindus study not only Ved in their Stavans and Mandrs etcetera. They study their Divý Itihās, their Divine History too.”
“Everyone knows it.”
“What’s there in their Divý Itihās, Divine History?”
“Their dreams about their future history.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked, “The ever superstitious damnfool Hindus claim we Musalmīn are ever superstitious. Well, what they themselves are?”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad smiled patiently and patronizingly.
“You may have some point there, but that’s not what I’m pointing at. The Hindus live in future. That’s why they are always progressive. We Musalmīn always talk of our past Islamic glory, Al Qur’an Al Kareem and Aħādīs-e-Muqaddasāt. We live in past. That’s why we are backwards.”
“You shameless Musalmān Beauties want to progress, therefore you pair yourselves with Hindus.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically, “Okay. I’ve heard it so much that I hate you Musalmān Beauties too for it.”
“You are a blot on original Muħammad bin Qāsim. At his very seventeen he was a successful general of Banū Umayyah Caliphate established by Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu.”
“And you appreciate him because he fought in favour of the assassins of Ahl al Bayt?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully.
“So you think entire Ahl-e-Sunnat are wrong that they praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
“What do you mean?”
“The entire Ahl-e-Sunnat don’t praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim. Only the Musalmīn in India and Pakistan do that.”
“And how does it contradict my statement that you are a blot to the name of original Muħammad bin Qāsim? Your parents dreamt of you to be someone as original Muħammad bin Qāsim was. And what the hell are you doing? You are trying your best to be recognized as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s duly authorized wife. Don’t you?”
“Nice attempt to remove me from the field, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked again.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick.
We had dressed although.
“Durgesh, I really wonder we have met and I’ve sucked you already.”
“Well, thank you. I just heard your motor grinding away and realized you were running your battery down. Well, you are extremely beautiful. I couldn’t resist to you.”
“Thank you. Actually, I suddenly remember that I’ve to deliver some papers to Muħammad bin Qāsim. I’d completely forgotten. I’m sorry. If you don’t mind and take me to him, I’ll be free for our one month Honeymoon after delivering those confounded papers.”
“Oh, it’s alright.” I smiled pulling her on my lap once more, “I can wait here in your Mercedes. It’s quite warm and comfortable here. I can turn on the video; get the latest news, music or anything else I’d like.”
“You didn’t even hesitate while taking the decision.”
“You are too beautiful to be hesitated.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly, “I’m sorry if it is inconveniencing you more.”
“Not at all. You are compensating for it even more than optimum.”
The fact was I was wondering what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was really after now.
She had undressed me fully.
We both were nude.
If she was only after sex with me, she could have it with me to her heart’s content.
Yet, she sucked me only and now she was trying to take me to Muħammad bin Qāsim.
I decided to keep playing her game and find out what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was actually after.
“Well, don’t worry for that ever.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim smiled, “You’d get as much sex from me as you want.”
“How nice!” I kissed her.
“Thank you. We’ll come back to town as soon as the papers are delivered.”
“Back to town?” I let me register surprise, at least somewhat.
Yet, I was watchful enough Al Kubrah Al Qāsim shouldn’t notice it was deliberate.
“Is it too far?” I asked again.
“Not with your Mercedes.” she smiled promisingly, “We’ll get out of traffic and hit the freeway. Don’t worry I won’t kidnap you, because I think it isn’t needed.”
The plant was within a mile of freeway.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim requested me to turn on the freeway.
I drove for some fifteen minutes, then she asked me to turn off.
I purred along a paved road for four or five miles, then turned off on a dirt road.
It wound its way among hills.
We were now entirely out of traffic.
“How much farther is it?” I asked fucking Al Kubrah Al Qāsim vehemently.
We were once again nude.
Now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim straddled me on my lap on the driving seat.
I knew she deliberately stopped me from fucking her previously, because she wanted to fuck me to make me not to object going on the dirt road even.
I deliberately didn’t let her guess that I had any suspicion whatsoever.
My voice was normal, not even a bit sharpened with suspicion.
“Only a little way,” she fucked me vehemently to keep me occupied in sex with her, the more the better, “we have, I mean Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has, a little country place up here. Muħammad bin Qāsim and my Abbū’s associate is waiting for the papers there. Abbū told her I’d be out.”
“Oh,” I said and busied myself in enjoying her fucking me.
I knew of the existence of the country place.
The dirt road was winding and twisting, a barbed wire fence on each side.
There were ‘No Trespassing’ signs.
Then Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked me to ease the Mercedes to stop in front of a locked gate.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim opened the gate.
We drove along a graveled driveway, passed a swimming pool, and finally stopped at a mansion.
It had a wide porch running around it, furnished with luxurious outdoor furniture.
“Allah,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “well, what do you know, the bitch doesn’t seem to be here.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!” I commented, “It’s certainly all dark and the gate was locked.”
“We keep the gate locked but she has a key. Muħammad bin Qāsim also has a key. However, the place is dark, all right. You please wait here if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see if there’s a note or something. Allah, my gosh, Durgesh, I now certainly hate to have brought you all the way out here in case…but the woman must be here! She’s to meet me here and wait for the papers and Muħammad bin Qāsim. She’s staying here tonight and Abbū’s coming here for a conference.”
“Perhaps she went to sleep,” I smiled, “and forgot to turn on the lights.”
“I’m sorry. You please wait here, if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see.”
I had left the motor idling.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped out her side of the car and hurried to the mansion.
I saw lights come on, on the porch, then lights in the interior of the mansion.
I was wondering why the hell she deliberately didn’t take me with her.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā
Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Main muskurā diyā.
Achchhī chāl thī.
Abhī tak jo kuchh ho rahā thā voh is wajah sé ho rahā thā ki wahān sirf hum donon thé.
Jabīn Kħān mérī goad mein mujhé yah dhokah déné ké liyé baiŧh saktī thien ki voh Jabīn Kħān nahīn, Jabīn Kħān kī juđwān bahan, Kħālidah Kħān, thien.
Voh mere sāth kyā kar rahī thien is baat kā hum donon ké ålāvā koī gawāh nahīn thā.
Ab ék tīsrī shakħsiyat wahān aa gaī thī, kathit Kħālidah Kħān kī secretary, Jannat-e- Firdaus.
Yah swābhāvik thā, qudratī thā, ék fitarī baat thī ki jo kuchh ék purush aur åurat sirf un donon kī tanhā maujūdagī mein kar sakté thé, voh kisī third person kī maujūdagī mein hargiz nahīn kiyā jā saktā thā.
Lihājah pahlé sé hī tayshudah kisī arrangement ké taħat Jabīn Kħān né Jannat-e- Firdaus ko koī message bhéjā thā.
Ho saktā hai koī switch dabāyā rahā ho jo main nahīn dékh pāyā thā lékin , jissé Jannat-e- Firdaus ké flat mein koī ghanŧī bajī ho, aur voh Jabīn Kħān kī madad karné ké liyé wahān aa pahunchī ho.
To voh Jabīn Kħān hī thī jo is vaqt mérī goad mein baiŧhī huī thī?
Jiské ħasīn perfect garm Musalmān kūlhé mérī Hindu purush goad ko jhulasā rahé thé aur jinké bīch samāyā huā mérā Uncut Hindu Lund is samaý burī taraħ uttéjit ho rahā thā, uskī dilkash ħasīn chiknī Musalmān Choot mein jađ tak samā samā kar uskā lutf uŧhāné ké liyé.
Aur bhī burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā uŧhā mérā Uncut Hindu Lund Jabīn Kħān ké donon garm Musalmān kūlhon ké darmyān smāyā huā, yah maħsūs karté hī ki voh vāqaåī Jabīn Kħān hī thī jo is vaqt mérī Hindu purush goad mein baiŧhī huī thī apnī kisī strategy ké taħat.
Shāhīn Kħān ké yahān, Jabīn Mansion, main darasal Jabīn Kħān ko dékhné aur usko chodné ké chakkar mein hī jātā thā.
Jabīn Kħān bhī yah baat pahlī martabah sé hī samajh gaī thī.
Béwaqūf nahīn thī Jabīn Kħān.
Mujhsé bīs saal chhoŧī thī Jabīn Kħān lékin åql aur tajurbah ké måmlé mein voh apné shauhar Shoeb Kħān Sāħab sé karođon gunā aagé thī.
Post Yazīd Malåūn Islam darasal Pseudo Islam thā.
Achchhī baat yah huī thī is silsilé mein ki Yazīd Malåūn aur uské kħarīdé hué tamām Mullāon aur Maulaviyon kā target buniyādī taur par sirf ék siyāsī target thā, jiské liyé unhén sirf Musalmān mard darkār thé, Musalmān åuratén nahīn.
Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu né isliyé Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu ké kħilāf reporting kar kar ké unhén maidān sé nahīn haŧwāyā thā ki unko koī dīnī leadership darkār thī.
Unko Ħuzūrs sé shikāyat yah thī ki Ħuzūrs né Hinduism ko uskī original purānī dagar par gāmzan kar diyā thā ék nayé Arabic naam Islam ké sāth jaisé båd mein Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, né kiyā thā, Dīn-e-Ilāhī ké nām sé.
Issé Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ko yah nuqsān huā thā ki unké bāp Abu Sufyān kī siyāsī ħukūmat chhin gaī thī.
Iské sāth hī sāth chhin gayā thā Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu kā wālī åhad honé kā åhdah.
Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu jis taraħ ék ké båd ék shikast jāhiliyat qabl-e-Islam aur kufr ko dété chalé jā rahé thé, uské chalté Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu kā qad kabhī utnā bhī nahīn rahné wālā thā jitnā us vaqt thā.
Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ék Jawābī Inqalāb, Counter revolution, ké siyāsī mission ké taħat Islamī fauj mein shāmil hué thé jo unhén us iktedār ké shāhī takħt tak pahunchātā jo unké wālī åhad na rahné sé unsé chhin gayā thā.
Yah voh bahut bađā farq thā jo Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu aur Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ké darmyān thā jisé Ħuzūrs kī zāt-e-mubārak ké ålāvā Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu bhī bahut achchhī taraħ samajhté thé.
Yahī wajah thī ki Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu kī tamām fitarī insānī kħāmiyon ké bāwajūd na Ħuzūrs kī zāt-e-mubārak né unko Islamī ifwāj kī sipahsālārī sé kabhī haŧāyā na unhén kabhī vaisī koī zalīl sazā dī jaisī båd mein dī gaī, na Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu né.
Kāsh Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu né issé koī siyāsī sabaq liyā hotā aur Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu ko Islamī ifwāj kī sipahsālārī sé kabhī haŧāné kī badtarīn siyāsī ghaltī na kī hotī to aaj tamām kurra-e-zamīn Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, True Islam, kī roshnī sé jagmagā rahā hotā.*
Ammī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān sé bhī zyādah garm maħsūs ho rahī thī.
“Ab tum mérī goad sé uŧhogī.” main Jabīn Kħān ko mérī goad mein burī taraħ kaskar dabochtā huā bolā.
“Sawāl hī paidah nahīn hotā.” Jabīn Kħān né mérī ummīd ké sarvathā viparīt apné ħasīn sudaul garm Musalmān kūlhé mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par aur bhī burī taraħ kaskar jakađ liyé.
Apné Jabīn Kħān na honé, aur apnī juđwān bahan, Kħālidah Kħān honé kī achchhī adākārī kar rahī thī Jabīn Kħān is vaqt.
Kis ħad tak jāyégī Jabīn Kħān kī yah adākārī?
Kyā apné āpko Kħālidah Kħān sābit kar sakné ké liyé voh mujhsé chudvā bhī légī?
Crime Prevention ké apné mission ké liyé itnī dedicated thī Jabīn Kħān ki usné bađī maħnat sé apné liyé yah dūsrī identity qāyam kī thī.
Agar iské liyé usko ab mujhsé chudvānā bhī pađ jātā to mere kħayāl sé voh bold lady pīchhé nahīn haŧné wālī thī.
Waisé bhī Shoeb Kħān ab Jabīn Kħān ké sirf nām nihād shauhar hī rah gayé thé.
Achchhé insān thé.
Lékin zindagī kī yah bahut bađī ħaqīqat samajh sakné mein voh poorī taraħ nākām thé ki unkī tamām achchhāiyān ék sāth milkar bhī unkī Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah kī Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot kī aag nahīn bujhā saktī thien.
Iské liyé to baharħāl mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī hī zarūrat thī Jabīn Kħān ko bhī.
Shāyad isī wajah sé apnī yah dūsrī identity itnī bold banāī thī Jabīn Kħān né ki ismein agar voh mujhsé sabké sāmné khulkar chudvā bhī rahī hotīn to bhī koī is par unkī tazalīl hargiz nahīn karné wālā thā.
Voh ék bahādur åurat thien jo Anna Hazāre jaisī sākh banā chukī thien apné fans ké dilon mein.
Jabīn Kħān ké fans kī nigāhon mein ab unké saat kħūn bhī måāf thé.
Voh agar ab mujhsé chaurāhon par bhī chudvātīn khulé åām, to bhī log ab yahī samajhté ki aesā voh apnī kisī zalīl ħaiwānī fitrat ko pūrā karné ké liyé nahīn kar rahī thī, balki darħaqīqat yah uskī koī lambī shātir scheme thī, jis kī wajah se ākħirkār béshumār corrupt politicians, government officials, black marketers, racketeers, smugglers waghairah waghairah kī shāmat aakar rahnī thī.
Yah makkārī bharī salāħ Jabīn Kħān ko darasal Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né hī dī thī.
“Aap yah to jāntī hī hain na ki main aaj Durgesh sé har jagah jab jahān chāhūn chudvātī rahtī hūn aur koī is par mérā baal bhī bānkā nahīn kar saktā.”
Jabīn Kħān muskurā dī thien.
“Hān bhāī, aajkal tumhārā yah kamāl to tamām kāynāt-e-kul dékh rahī hai. Kaisé manage kar rakhā hai tamām mumālik kī Police ko is baat ké liyé tumné?”
“Durgesh jaisé Licensed to Fuck hai, mujhé Durgesh sé har jagah jab jahān chāhūn chudvā sakné kā special license hai, UNO sé.”
“Koī kamāl nahīn hai. Kamāl thā Durgesh ko baghair kisī application ké UNO sé Licensed to Fuck ké rights diyā jānā. Kħud Durgesh kī mukħālifat ké bāwajūd UNO né Durgesh ko Licensed to Fuck ké rights diyé. Kyon diyé? Kyonki aesā karné mein UNO ko apnā mafād nazar aa rahā thā, Durgesh kā nahīn. Durgesh kī Licensed to Fuck kī is unique legendary position né terrorism, underworld aur organized crime kā muqāblā karné mein sirf UNO kī hī nahīn, in masāil sé pashémān tamām mumālik kī bhī madad kī. Jiskā natījah aaj yah huā hai ki un mumālik ké heads ké signatures bhī Durgesh kī Licensed to Fuck kī is kħusūsī ħaisiyat par hoté jā rahé hain.”
Jabīn Kħān muskurāīn.
“Tum yah kahnā chāhtī ho, ki agar main chāhūn to aesā main bhī kar saktī hūn, jaisā tum kar rahī ho?”
“Kyon nahīn? Jo Durgesh aur main kar sakté hain, voh Durgesh aur aap kyon nahīn kar sakté? Durgesh aur mujh mein kyā koī surkħāb ké par lagé hué hain?”
“Wallah, tum to kamāl kī lađkī ho. Kaisé kar saktī hūn main Durgesh ké sāth yah sab?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né jo salāħ Jabīn Kħān ko dī thī uské mutābiq, apnī dūsrī identity mein, Crime Prevention kā unkā mission Jabīn Kħān ké liyé tårīfén bhī juŧā rahā thā, daulat bhī, aur bépanāh izzat bhī.
Us bahādur åurat ké liyé bahut izzat thī méré man mein.
Lékin iské sāth hī sāth main yah bhī jāntā thā ki Jabīn Kħān mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī bhī bhukhī thien.
Jab mérā Uncut Hindu Lund unhén dékhkar unhén salute mārtā thā to voh apnā nichlā honŧh dānton tale dabākar aesī makkārī bharī sexy nigāhon sé mérī taraf dekhtī thien ki mérā jī chāhtā thā unhén fauran wahīn girākar un par chađh jāūn aur itnā chodūn, itnā chodūn ki Jabīn Kħān bhī mast ho jāyén, nihāl ho jāyén, aur main bhī.
Voh apnī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān ko mujhsé chudvāté dékh chukī thien, aur ab is baat ké liyé marī jā rahī thien ki vahī main unkī béŧī ké sāth sāth ab unko, kħud Jabīn Kħān ko, bhī chodūn.
Main jāntā thā ki sex ké måmlé mein even aaj kī duniyā bhī utnī vyavhārik, utnī practical, aur utnī liberal nahīn thī, jitnī usko honā chāhiyé thā.
Jannat-e- Firdaus né skivvy ké ūpar ék bađī stylish jacket pahan rakhī thī is vaqt.
Uské baal sanwré hué thé aur chéhré par make up thā.
“Vow,” main saaf saaf Jannat-e- Firdaus par laar ŧapkātā huā bolā, “aaj to kħair nahīn kisī kī.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus né mujhé ānkh mārī.
“Kħushqismat ho. Is vaqt Bājī baiŧhī huī hain tumhārī Hindu purush goad mein. Varnā abhī batā détī ki aaj kiskī kħair nahīn.”
“Hoshiyār, Jannat-e- Firdaus,” Jabīn Kħān né Jannat-e- Firdaus ko ānkh mārī, “Is vaqt jo Vajr méré donon love cushions ké darmyān maujūd hai, uskā lutf agar ék baar chakh liyā na, to béchārah Muħammad bin Qāsim phir sé Dubai vāpas jané ké liyé majbūr ho jāyégā.”
“Wallah, Bājī? Sach kah rahī ho?” Jannat-e- Firdaus né poorī bésharmī sé mujh par laar ŧapkāī.
Mainé hansté hué un donon ultramodern Musalmān qayāmaton ko ŧonkā.
“Sāliyo, itnī andhér machī huī hai? Méré sāmné hī mere kħilāf sāzishén rachī jā rahī hain?”
Jabīn Kħān né méré Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par apné donon ħasīn gudāz Musalmān kūlhon kā kasāv aur bađhā diyā.
Mérā Uncut Hindu Lund is burī taraħ uttéjit ho uŧhā ki ab voh fauran Jabīn Kħān kī mastānī chust kasī huī Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot ké andar fauran sé bhī péshtar ghus kar wahān inqalāb machā dénā chāhtā thā.
Lagtā thā Ammī béŧī sé bhī zyādah chudāsī ho rahī thī.
Shāhīn Kħān sé bhī zyādah apnī Jannat-e- Firdaus kī sair karāné wālī thien Jabīn Kħān mujhé.
Jabīn Kħān ké donon madmast Musalmān kūlhé jis taraħ baar baar méré Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par jis qayāmat kī béchainī ké sāth khul aur kas rahé thé ussé lag to yahī rahā thā ki shāyad aaj Jabīn Kħān ké sāth mérā lambā honeymoon shurū’ honé wālā thā.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
Ék mahīné tak nonstop?
Mazā aa jāyégā.
‘Bađī muddat sé dil kī béqarārī ko qarār āyā.
Ki jis zālim né tađpāyā, usī zālim pé pyār āyā.’
Hān, ab 43 saal kī is méré Uncut Hindu Lund mein aag lagā déné wālī madmast Musalmān ħasīnah, Jabīn Kħān, sé mujhé bépanāh, lāintehā, muħabbat ho gaī thī.
Hān, main uskī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān ko bhī chodtā thā.
To kyā huā?
Shāhīn Kħān sé mujhé hamdardī thī.
Ék pseudo Hindu, Satīsh, né dhokah diyā thā Shāhīn Kħān ko.
Shāhīn Kħān iskī sazā dénā chāhtī thī Satīsh ko, Satīsh kī ānkhon ké sāmné mujhsé chudvā kar.
Aur mujhé Shāhīn Kħān sé itnī hamdardī thī ki main is måmlé mein Shāhīn Kħān kā dil nahīn tođ saktā thā.
Ék pseudo Hindu pahlé sé hi uskā dil tođ chukā thā.
Main Shāhīn Kħān ko chodkar Satīsh ké us jaghaný mahāpāp kā prāyashchitt kar rahā thā.
Main itnā chodnā chāhtā thā Shāhīn Kħān ko, itnā chodnā chāhtā thā ki Shāhīn Kħān Satīsh kī béwafāī ko haméshah haméshah ké liyé bhool jāyé.
Kitnā bađā anugrah thā yah Eīshān kā mujh par, ki ab méré Sooxm Sharīr, Etheric Bodies, bhī svatantr honé lag gayé thé.
Ab main donon Ammī béŧī ko qayāmat tak chod saktā thā nonstop.
Aur Eīshānasý saugandham, agar voh donon Ammī béŧī aesā bhī chāhtīn, to main un donon ké liyé yah bhī karné ko taiyār thā.
Jabīn Kħān ko mujhsé muħabbat nahīn thī.
Jāntā thā main yah baat.
Muħabbat Jabīn Kħān abhī bhī sirf aur sirf apné shauhar, Shoeb Kħān Sāħab sé hī kartī thien.
Bépanāh, lāintehā muħabbat.
Lékin yah ideal muħabbat unkī jismānī bhūkh nahīn miŧā saktī thī.
Shoeb Kħān unhén sirf platonic muħabbat dé sakté thé.
Jismānī taur par Shoeb Kħān taqrīban nāmard hī thé.
Bahut achchhé insān thé.
Lékin afsos, kisī åurat ké kaam ké bilkul nahīn thé.
Apnī sahéliyon sé jab unhén yah målūm huā thā ki zyādahtar Musalmīn kā yahī ħāl thā to apné kānon par yaqīn nahīn kar pāī thien Jabīn Kħān.
“Allah, nahīn. Aesā kaisé ho saktā hai Humayrah Bājī?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī muskurā dī thien.
“Tum bachchī ho, Jabīn Kħān. Tum abhī tak jawān nahīn huīn.”
“Abhī tak jawān nahīn huī?” Jabīn Kħān ħairān hokar bolīn, “Main abhī tak jawān nahīn huī? Aré, Humayrah Bājī, mérī béŧī jawān ho chukī hai aaj, Shāhīn Kħān. Voh Durgesh sé pyār bhī kartī hai, tumhāré Durgesh sé.”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans dī.
“Méré Durgesh sé? Ŧhīk kahā tumné. Durgesh is my husband now.”
Jabīn Kħān né chuŧkī lī.
“Aap né bhī ŧhīk kahā. Durgesh is your husband now. Lékin Durgesh sirf aap kā nahīn, voh to tamām badchalan Musalmān åuraton kā Hindu Kħasam hai.”
“Badchalan Musalmān åuratén?” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans pađīn, “Chicken, isīliyé to kahā na. Tum abhī bhī bachchī ho. Jawān nahīn huīn. Zindagī kī talkħ ħaqīqaton sé abhī tak farār hī honā bahtar policy samajhtī ho.”*
Jabīn Kħān né muskurā kar Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kī taraf dékhā.
“Jisé kabhī beŧā kahtī thien, aaj usī ko apnā shauhar banā rakhā hai aap né. Tamām human society aap par thūk rahī hai. Kabhī ék baar bhī burā nahīn lagtā yah āpko? Everbest Wives Movement kī sadar hain aap. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aap kā dāyān hāth banī huī hai Everbest Wives Movement mein. Kyā tålīm dénā chāhtī hain āpkī Everbest Wives Movement kī arkān aaj kī naujawān nasl ko? Yahī ki har béŧī apné baap ko apnā Kħasam banā lé? Har bahan apné bhāī kī bīwī ban jāyé? Har Ammī apné béŧé sé nikāħ kar lé, uskī live in relationship partner ban jāyé? Jis taraħ aap ban gaī hain.”
“Durgesh mérā beŧā nahīn hai.”
“Lékin béŧé sé kam bhī to nahīn thā kabhī voh aap kā.”
“Aur Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kā baap bhī nahīn hai.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī talkħ lahjé mein bolīn.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Durgesh kī stepdaughter nahīn hai?”
“Na hai, na kabhī thī. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né Durgesh ko kabhī na apnā baap taslīm kiyā na sautélā baap. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né jab sé hosh sambhālā Durgesh kā tasavvur haméshah apné mard ké roop mein hī kiyā hai Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né.”
“Pyār kartī thī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan apnī Ammī ké nayé Hindu Kħasam sé?” Jabīn Kħān né tanz kiyā.
“Us vaqt to kħair, apné hosho ħawās mein nahīn kartī thī, lékin aaj Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan agar kisī shakħs sé kħud apné aap sé bhī zyādah muħabbat kartī hai, to voh Durgesh hai. Durgesh ké ék ishāré par aaj Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kuén mein kūd jāyégī, khāī mein chhalāng lagā dégī, aag mein kūd pađégī. Aur uf bhī nahīn karégī. Balki ulŧé aħsān mānégī Durgesh kā ki usné usko apné kisī kaam aané kā mauqā diyā.”
“Main bhī.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī mukammil sanjīdagī ké sāth mazbūtī sé bolī, “Main taslīm kartī hūn ki mujhé Durgesh sé zyādah åzīz aur koī nahīn hai. Aur kyon hogā? 86 saal kī ho chukī hūn main. Lékin Durgesh né mérī is ůmr mein bhī mujhé apnī sex goddess banā rakhā hai. Is burī taraħ chodtā hai Durgesh mérī is ůmr mein bhī mujhé ki main Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aur mujh mein koī kħās farq maħsūs nahīn kartī.”
“Aap…aap vāqaåī 86 saal ki hain?”
“Tumhén kyā lagtā hai?”
“Mujhé to aap 60 saal kī athlete nazar aa rahī hain abhī bhī.”
“Dékhā, kitnā bađā kamāl kiyā hai Durgesh ké Uncut Hindu Lund né mérī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ké andar dīwānāwār jađ tak samā samā kar?”
“I can’t believe it.”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans dī thī.
Jannat-e- Firdaus Jabīn Kħān sé mukħātib huī.
“Aap né yād kiyā Bājī?”
“Apné kaam ké mutålliq kyā irādé hain? Voh kab tak pending chalégā?” Jabīn Kħān baghair palak jhapkāyé dékh rahī thī apnī secretary ko.
“Kaun sā kaam?”
“Tumhén nahīn målūm kaun sā kaam? Jis kaam kā ground work karné jā rahī ho abhī, Piyā milan kī ummīd ké sāth, voh kaam nahīn målūm tumhén?”
“Jab aap apné Piyā kī Hindu purush goad mein is taraħ baiŧhī huī hain jamkar, to mujhé kyon rok rahī hain?”
“Tum baiŧhnā chāhtī ho Durgesh kī Hindu purush goad mein mérī jagah?”
“Méré chāhné sé kyā hotā hai Bājī?” Jannat-e- Firdaus né ék lambī sāns lī, “Jab kħud mālkin available ho, to Durgesh bhalā uskī secretary ko kyon ghās dālné lagā? Hum jaison kī qismat mein to bas aap jaison kī jūŧhan hī likhī hotī hai.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim ko mainé nahīn thopā tumhāré sar par. Tum kħud méré anjām sé sabaq léné kī jagah jān būjhkar us nāmard ké jaal mein phanstī jā rahī ho.”
“Voh nāmard nahīn hai. Aap usko kħāmkħwāh badnām kar rahī hain.”
Jabīn Kħān āvésh mein aakar bolī,
“Tumhāré sāmné dikhāūn Durgesh sé chudvā kar? Agar main kunwārī na niklī to ‘Expose’ kī mālkin main nahīn tum. Okay?”
Ho saktā hai Muħammad bin Qāsim nāmard ho, lékin Shoeb Kħān Sāħab to nāmard nahīn thé.
Shāhīn Kħān Shoeb Kħān Sāħab kī beŧī thī.
Jabīn Kħān kunwārī kaisé ho saktī thien?*
Jannat-e- Firdaus né tanz kiyā.
“Kitnī shāndār péshkash hai Bājī, āpkī. Aap yahān raat bhar Durgesh sé chudvāné ké mazé léngī aur main yahān chair par baiŧhkar mérī Musalmān Choot sahlāūngī yā zyādah sé zyādah usmein mérī unglī dālkar chalātī rahūngī. Aap léngī Durgesh ké bémisāl unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund ké mazé, aur mujhé aap Muħammad bin Qāsim kī cut Musalmān nūnī kā lutf bhī nahīn uŧhāné déngī. Itnī béwaqūf nazar ātī hūn main āpko, ki āpkī yah péshkash vāqaåī taslīm kar lūngī?”
“Arī béwaqūf,” Jabīn Kħān kichkichākar bolīn, “Muħammad bin Qāsim nāmard hai. Voh tujhé qayāmat tak bhī nahīn chod saktā, samjhī? Voh darasal téré ‘Expose’ ké shares ħāsil karnā chāhtā hai tujh sé, tāki aagé chalkar kisī taraħ ‘Expose’ kī milkiyat sé mujhé bédakħal kar saké aur usé un corrupt kamīnon ké qadmon par dāl saké jinké kħilāf main mérī yah taħrīk chalā rahī hūn.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim kā kahnā yah hai ki aap darħaqīqat ussé nijāt ħāsil karnā chāhtī thien. Isīliyé aapné us par yah ilzām lagāyā hai ki voh nāmard hai. Jis vaqt aapné Muħammad bin Qāsim sé nikāħ kiyā thā, us vaqt tak Durgesh āpko ħāsil nahīn thā. Āpko Durgesh ħāsil huā Muħammad bin Qāsim sé aap ké nikāħ ké båd. Durgesh ké āpko ħāsil hoté hī āpkī nīyat badal gaī.”
“Kahāniyān achchhī likhné lagā hai aajkal apnā Muħammad bin Qāsim. Ussé kahnā wahān Dubai mein pađā jhakh kyon mār rahā hai? Yahān aakar Ved Nagar Film Industry mein try kyon nahīn kartā? Ho saktā hai voh itnā kāmyāb ho jāyé yahān ki log Salīm Jāved kā naam bhī bhool jāyén.”
“Main chaltī hūn.”*
Jabīn Kħān kā mood kħarāb ho gayā.
“Chaltī hūn? Itnā sab sunné ké båd bhī ‘chaltī hūn’? Itnī khujlī machī huī hai térī Musalmān Choot mein?”
“Issé bhī zyādah.” Jannat-e- Firdaus pūrī bésharmī ké sāth bolī.
“Aur agar mérī baat sach niklī aur Muħammad bin Qāsim tujhé vāqaåī nahīn chod pāyā to?”
“To yahān kaun Durgesh mujhé chod dégā āpko chhođkar? Agar yahān bhī pyāsī hī rahnā hai, aur wahān bhī, to yahān to mérā number savéré ké pahlé lagné wālā nahīn hai. Main wahān try karké dékh létī hūn tab tak. Agar āpkī baat sach niklī aur aap kā ex-husband vāqaåī mujhé nahīn chod pāyā, to wāpas yahīn aakar jhakh mārūngī aur mérā number aané kā intezār karūngī.”
“Allah,” Jabīn Kħān mérī Hindu purush goad mein baiŧhī huī hī mérī taraf muđī, “Durgesh, Mérī Jān, yah kambakħt to marī jā rahī hai chudvāné ké liyé. Yah wahān jāyégī aur apné tamām shares us nāmard ko béch āyégī. Yah samajh hī nahīn rahī hai ki méré nāmard ex-husband né isé wahān chodné ké liyé nahīn, iské shares ħāsil karné ké liyé bulāyā hai. Yah kħud bhī barbād hokar āyégī, aur mérī barbādī kā intejām bhī karké āyégī. Please, pahlé is kambakħt ko chod do. Main iské båd chudvā lūngī.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus yah sunté hī kħushī sé uchhal pađī.
“Kyāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā? Kyā kahā Bājī, zarā phir sé to kahnā. Aré mérī pyārī Bājī, Agar aaj Durgesh né mujhé aap sé pahlé chodā na, to main tāzindagī tumhāré pair dho dho kar piyūngī. Aur phir jahannum mein jāyé nāmurād Muħammad bin Qāsim. Jab Durgesh hī mil gayā to phir aur kyā ħāsil karnā båqī rah gayā? Manzil hī mil gaī na. Idhar Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund mérī Panjvaqtah Namāzī kunwārī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot mein ghusā aur udhar mainé méré tamām shares aap ké naam kiyé.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus pāglon kī taraħ Jabīn Kħān sé lipaŧ gaī thī, aur usko burī taraħ chūm aur chāŧ rahī thī.
Jannat-e- Firdaus kī ānkhén kħushī ké ānsuon sé chhalkī pađ rahī thien.
“Dékh rahé ho, Durgesh? Kitnī kħush ho rahī hai is baat ké sirf tasavvur sé hī, ki tum isé chodné jā rahé ho? Mérī Jān, chhođ sakogé apnī aesī kisī dīwānī ko kisī kambakħt Muħammad bin Qāsim ké liyé?” Jabīn Kħān né mérī taraf dékhā.
Main na sirf dékh rahā thā, balki sun bhī rahā thā aur samajh bhī rahā thā kħūb achchhī taraħ ki voh donon Shaitān kī Kħālāyén āpas mein milkar méré sāth kaun sā game khél rahī hain.
Jabīn Kħān utnī sīdhī hargiz nahīn thī, jitnī nazar ātī thī.*
Mainé mérī Hindu purush goad mein jamkar baiŧhī Jabīn Kħān ké surkħ rasīlé dilkash Musalmān honŧh chūm liyé.
Jabīn Kħān kichkichākar mujhsé lipaŧ gaīn aur burī taraħ, pāglon kī taraħ mujhé chūmné aur chāŧné lagīn.
Maine jān būjhkar Jabīn Kħān ko nangī karnā shurū kar diyā.
Yah shak thā mujhé ki mutawātar zahnī tanāv kī wajah sé Jabīn Kħān darħaqīqat Duel Personality ké marz kā shikār ho gaī hain.
Voh hī Jabīn Kħān hain, voh hī Kħālidah Kħān hain, lékin unhén is ħaqīqat kā aħsās tak nahīn hai.
Jabīn Kħān conservative hain, orthodox hain aur apné Hindu dāmād, Durgesh, sé hargiz hargiz nahīn chudvānā chāhtīn.
Lékin unkā zahan unkī mutawātar jismānī māng ké aagé ghuŧné ŧék chukā hai.
Usné Kħālidah Kħān ké naam sé ék dūsrī personality vikasit kar lī hai jo léshmātr bhī conservative nahīn hai, léshmātr bhī orthodox nahīn hai. Intehāī bahādur aur ultramodern hai.
Is dūsrī personality mein Jabīn Kħān né voh sab kiyā hai, jo Jabīn Kħān dil sé karnā chāhtī thien, lékin unkā conservative aur orthodox zahan unhén Jabīn Kħān kī identity mein voh sab karné kī ijāzat nahīn détā thā.*
Jabīn Kħān né zarrah barābar bhī mukħālifat nahīn kī thī is baat kī ki main usko nangī kar rahā thā.
Iské bilkul baråks, Jabīn Kħān kħud bhī mastī mein aa gaī thī au