Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-16

“Tell her to wait at least one hour.” I frowned, “You know I need sex very much. I’ve just started with Åāyeshah Siddīqah. And I need at least one hour.”

“I too.”Åāyeshah Siddīqah cooed.

Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling.

“I told her. Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb hasn’t any objection to meet you, even while you are fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”

“What?” I could not believe.

Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah looked at me incredulously.

Kħadījah Muħammad still kept smiling.

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb says she understands.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.

“Congratulations, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think the Wahābī Musalmān bitch also wants to get laid. Call her in.”

I tolerated raising my right hand.

“One minute. What does she say herself?”

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb? She says it’s highly personal and confidential.” Kħadījah Muħammad winked at me.

I was fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah in missionary position now.

Her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān legs were on my nude Hindu shoulders.

I was on top of Åāyeshah Siddīqah between her nude Sunni Musalmān legs.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was penetrating Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.

I was playing with her ever gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah was looking into my eyes, gratefully, indebted.

“Well,” I said, “Tell Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb to give you an idea of what it’s about if she wants to see me.” I sped up my penetrations to Åāyeshah Siddīqah more and more. My Uncut Hindu Penis was burning inside her, “And then make an appointment for…”

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb is Al Islam Al Wahāb’s Ammījān.” Kħadījah Muħammad interrupted me.

“Oh, oh— the incarcerated, the imprisoned Wahābī Musalmān virgin?”

“Exactly.” Kħadījah Muħammad said.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed.

“Well, she isn’t virgin anymore. Durgesh has fucked her now to the extent that she has also decided to join us, Durgesh’s infinite Sex Empire of us extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.”

Kħadījah Muħammad also laughed.

“Well,” I contradicted, fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah fervently, “it isn’t infinite.”

“The hell it isn’t.”Kħadījah Muħammad was irate, “even if it isn’t now, it’s going to be infinite, very soon.”

“Āmīn.”Åāyeshah Siddīqah said excitedly.

I let it go at that.

What was the use?

They all were obstinate to it.

Their argument was, it was not a Sex Empire.

It was actually a social service of my Uncut Hindu Penis to the sex starved, sex famished, ravenous Musalmān Beauties.

And it was very much in need, everywhere.

I let a grin spread over my face,

“Do you both know, Kħadījah Muħammad and Åāyeshah Siddīqah? I rather thought her Ammījān would come to me.”

“Conspiracy ?”Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “First the daughter managed to have you inside her. Now the Ammījān has come to show her Wahābī Musalmān righteous indignation. So that to subside her, you fuck her too?”

“Isn’t it possible?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah contracted her Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles around my ever-ravenous Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Never ask me such wild questions.” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “I think every Musalmān Beauty will enjoy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick soon in her ever eager Musalmān Cunt.”

“Stop it, you ever smart, ever dreaming, Musalmān bitches!”I laughed fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah more savagely now, “What does Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb look like at least?”

“Allah Allah!” Kħadījah Muħammad was immediately all praise, wide eyed innocently, “She says she is forty five. I doubt. She could be thirty-five only at the most. And Yā Allaaaaah! What a Wahābī Musalmān Beauty ! I bet you you’d fuck her as soon as Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb enters this office.”

“I’d never allow.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah protested, “Durgesh has to satisfy me first. My Sunni Musalmān Cunt is also ravenous for Durgesh’s savagest Hindu penetrations.”

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb is rather capable.”Kħadījah Muħammad said smiling, “She seems to have a lot of poise. Sophisticatedly dressed, enormously good clothes and she wears them well.”

“Stop it.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah protested, “Durgesh is hardening more and more inside me as you are describing Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb.”

Kħadījah Muħammad rebuked Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

“Idiot, even if Durgesh is hardening more and more inside you, hearing of Ilāhī Al Wahāb, what’s wrong in it for you? Why don’t you enjoy the more hardened Uncut Hindu Prick of Durgesh deepest into your ravenous Sunni Musalmān Cunt?”

I looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Bring her in, Kħadījah. By all means. I think Åāyeshah Siddīqah is right. You’ve described her so seductively ..”

“I’ve described her so seductively? Just watch her and decide yourself.”

Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb was escorted into my in-house private office by Kħadījah Muħammad, at last.

She was really a dazzling Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

Kħadījah Muħammad was absolutely right.

Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb moved with swift efficiency.

She must have been accustomed to move in offices.

Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb was certainly accustomed to meeting people.

“Well, well, well. Hello, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled winking at me, “Enjoying your most favorite thing, sex, with one of your most devoted Musalmān Beauty? I suspected I’d find my daughter instead of Åāyeshah Siddīqah, under you.”

I smiled and returned her wink significantly.

“Feeling uncomfortable not finding your extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān daughter here?”

“Wrong. On the contrary, I wouldn’t have even entered here if my daughter were here with you.” Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed cordially.

“I see.”

“You can’t see very well now. You are flying in paradise.”

“Thank you.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah thanked her even before I could reply Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb.

“Don’t you feel awkward watching a stranger Hindu fucking a dazzling Musalmān Beauty?”I watched her dubiously.

Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled.

“You are not stranger now, to us Musalmān Beauties at least. Most of us even dream now of you fucking her passionately. You’re the dream Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties now, invariably, no matter to which sect of Islam we do belong.”

I watched her intently.

“Widow?”

“Deserted.”

“He is still alive?”

“What do you think?”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I’m too beautiful to be deserted?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled.

“Sālī,” I gritted through my teeth, “I want to fuck you, here and now.”

“Allah!” Ilāhī Al Wahāb closed her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān eyes gratefully, “Thank you very much, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You don’t know these are the ever nicest words, ever sweetest words, ever kindest words I’ve heard in my entire life.”

“Nonsense!”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No one can believe you.”

“I was not always as I’m now.”

“Oh!”

“I was perhaps the coldest Wahābī Musalmān woman on earth as far as the sex is concerned.”

“What?”

“I was not even normal. I hated sex very much.”

“Well?”

“My husband, Al Naåīm Al Wahāb, was a normal man. He was satisfied even with the least sex I could provide.”

“Then?”

“Being too much wealthy, a filthy rich, a gold digger decided to promise him more if he deserted me and married her.”

“I sympathize with you.”

“I never knew my Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was my best asset. I foolishly never realized its importance in a woman’s life. I lost my ever caring nicest husband to Al Jamāl Al Kamāl.”

“The gold digger?”

“I can’t blame her. It was all my fault. I learned my lesson in hard way.”

“And changed yourself?”

“Changed? Revolutionized my entire ideas about life and sex.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed ironically, “I was never as smart and as beautiful as I am now.”

“Panjvaqtah Namāzī?”

“Yes, still now. But not as foolish as I once was. Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart sexy Wahābī Musalmān dazzling Beauty now. Salats never make a woman as foolish as I was. I’m still Panjvaqtah Namāzī yet wiser now.”

“I’m sorry you have to learn these cold and hard facts of life, in such a hard way.”

“Thank you.”

“Not at all. I think I must thank you, instead.”

“What for?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me teasingly.

“I think now transformed you’ve decided to honor me.”

Ilāhī Al Wahāb chuckled.

“I’m already forty five.”

“I can understand. Al Islam Al Wahāb is eighteen. Her Ammī can’t be younger than thirty eight, naturally.”

“And you still want to honor me?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb asked me incredulously.

“It’s I who’d be honored.”

“Nonsense!”

“You are an incredibly beautiful Wahābī Musalmān sex bomb now.”

“Yet, a mother of an adult young woman you are already fucking.”

“It doesn’t make any difference if you still want to honor me. Your daughter is an incredible Wahābī Musalmān bliss, but she is an immature teenager after all. I’d love her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān Ammī more, with her now transformed personality, ideas and mature experiences.”

Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed melodiously.

“If you really mean it, Durgesh, my daughter will be furious that you called her only an incredible Wahābī Musalmān bliss. And you credit me more.”

“Ilāhī darling, I’m myself sixty now. I love mature Musalmān Beauties under me more than I love the immature childish teenagers that refuse to listen to any sanity I propose. They always want me to do the wildest things I’m not interested in even.”

“Well, they are tighter.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me teasingly, “They are virgins.”

“The hell with them. They always demand the forbidden pleasures.”

“It’s natural, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! They are immature.”

“I don’t like to fuck them in their ass. And they always compel me to do it.”

“Because they are immature. Because it’s forbidden in Islam.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me patiently, “Having sex with a Hindu, it’s natural for them to ask for it. Only a Hindu lover can provide them the oral and anal bliss strictly forbidden in Islam. Can’t you see?”

“But that’s nothing as compared with the vaginal bliss. And it’s natural moreover. Not forbidden in any religion ever.”

“That’s what you say. You are sixty already. You’ve experienced it all. They haven’t.”

“You think them right?”

“Don’t you?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb watched me astutely.

“Hell, NO.”

Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed.

“Let them enjoy their life in whatsoever manner they want to. What’s wrong in it, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Why do you want them to accept your sexual morals?”

“Well,”

“Let them enjoy and enjoy yourself too. It’s your social service, Méré Hindu Piyā!”

Al Naåīm Al Wahāb was not unknown to us.

Kħadījah Muħammad and Åāyeshah Siddīqah both looked at me significantly when Ilāhī Al Wahāb mentioned him.

Yet, we never knew he was Ilāhī Al Wahāb’s husband and Al Islam Al Wahāb’s real Abbū.

The problem was we were already having a client related to Al Naåīm Al Wahāb.

“How do you do, Miss Lubnah?” I asked, “I’m Durgesh. I have this morning pretty well filled up with appointments.”

“I know.” Lubnah Furqān smiled, “You are a very busy person.”

“Thank you.”

“I’d never disturbed you if it was not so important and so urgent.”

I waited patiently.

Being sixty, now I was so well experienced of extraordinary Musalmān Beauties that I could almost read their mind.

A long chain of almost each and every type of experiences had taught me to be immensely patient with them.

Lubnah Furqān smiled.

“I won’t take any undue advantage from you.”

I smiled.

“It’s about a matter of ethics.”

“What sort of ethics?”

Lubnah Furqān indicated a suitcase she had brought with her.

“Can I open it legally?”

I smiled.

“You could have gone to any advocate to ask this question. Why me?”

“I think I can believe you more.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Thank you very much. Thank you very much. But do we know each other?”

Lubnah Furqān looked at me gravely.

“Not personally.”

“Then?”

“You are so renowned now to love us Musalmān Beauties, entirely unashamed of it, that we Musalmān Beauties find you nearer to us than you imagine even.”

“I’m immensely grateful to you Musalmān Beauties if you really find me so nearer to you.” I said gravely.

“I’m sorry our mankind is very much against you, but—” Lubnah Furqān paused significantly.

“I understand.”

“I thought I must take a chance.”

Kħadījah Muħammad and Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled and looked at each other, rather with significance.

“I’m honored.” I said gravely, “does this suitcase belong to you?”

“Technically speaking, no.”

“Whom does it belong to?”

“Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb.”

“Who is Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb?”

“My maternal uncle and my boss.”

“I see.”

“I work as almost a secretary to my maternal uncle, but honorary, of course.”

“Do you have any idea what’s in the suitcase?”

Lubnah Furqān looked at me for some two or three seconds.

Perhaps she was debating whether, now that chips were down, she wanted to go through it or not.

Lubnah Furqān was a remarkably well shaped Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young woman.

Her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān eyes now showed apprehension.

Suddenly, she reached the decision.

“I think it’s money, Mr. Durgesh.”

I stopped myself, with efforts, to whistle from.

“And what about money?”

“I think it’s blackmail.”

I smiled.

Lubnah Furqān didn’t know there were some persons trying to blackmail even me.

Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ was the reason behind it.

“And what are you supposed to do with it?” I asked Lubnah Furqān.

“I’m supposed to deliver it to the blackmailer. I mean I’m to leave it where he can get it.”

“And what do you want to do?” my experienced eyes were probing now her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān face, “Want to call the police or— ”

“Allah, heavens, no! I wanted to know whether I had the right to open the suitcase.”

I watched the Wahābī Musalmān Beauty gravely.

“For what purpose?”

From my long experience, I’ve found there were so many extraordinary Musalmān Beauties also, who were indulged in criminal activities, knowingly or unknowingly, and wanted to use me for their vested criminal interests.

The problem was, most of the Musalmīn were uneducated/under educated.

It was not only because they didn’t have the proper resources.

Most of them deliberately avoided modern education.

They believed it was grossly unislamic.

And hated it therefore accordingly.

They had to surrender to criminal activities consequently or at least to criminal psychosis, knowingly or unknowingly.

A large part of underworld was therefore filled with Musalmān criminals, both males and females.

They even called it Muslim Underworld with foolish and childish inhuman pride.

They used it illegally to de establish non-Muslim governments.

It was therefore very much necessary, to be alert, when dealing with Musalmīn and even with Musalmān Beauties.

Almost all the criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn used extraordinary attractive Musalmān Beauties for their vile unpatriotic interests.

They even trained them, and brain washed that it was a pious work in the path of destabilizing non-Islamic system and replace it with an Islamic one.

Therefore, actually it’s a great service to Islam.

It would take them right to Jannat, if they participate in it.

Countless Musalmān Beauties were being used, thus, for anti human activities, constantly, right from the counter-revolution against true Islam at Karbala.

It was natural for me to be watchful consequently.

Lubnah Furqān smiled seductively.

It was no give away however.

Almost all of them attacked me with all their feminine weapons sharpened.

It didn’t matter they had their connections with criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn or not.

My huge reputation that I was immensely hungry to fuck extraordinary attractive Musalmān Beauties, always enticed them to try it.

The seductive smile broadened.

“I want to see what’s in it.” Lubnah Furqān said.

“Why?”I asked gravely, still not sure how to deal with her.

If she was innocent, I had to help her.

If she was playing a preplanned role, I had to watch my every step cautiously.

Lubnah Furqān hesitated somewhat to answer my question.

I smiled.

“Would it be better if you please sit down and give me the details?”

“Thanks, but I think I lack the proper time.” Lubnah Furqān also smiled, now more seductively.

The Wahābī Musalmān bitch was not born yesterday herself.

She was more than ready to play the game with me.

“You may just sketch the highlights too.” I suggested.

Lubnah Furqān seated herself.

Her seductive smile had broadened more, to tell me that she knew very well, she was dealing with a Hindu lover of extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, and she herself was one of such Musalmān Beauties.

If necessary, she was prepared to use her every feminine weapon on me.

“I’m Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb’s niece, a daughter of one of his so many sisters.”

“So many sisters?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Yes! Here in Saůūdī Årab Creations, a Musalmān is authorized to have at least four Musalmān wives simultaneously.”

“Yes, I know that.”

“My maternal grandfather also had married four Musalmān Beauties simultaneously. Most of them gave him daughters, instead of sons.”

“I see.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” I smiled impishly somewhat, “I’m grateful to such Musalmīn.”

“Allah! Why?” Lubnah Furqān asked innocently, with immensely innocent wide eyes.

The bitch was teasing me deliberately, keeping her eyes between my legs, to register any erection, if there.

“Well, the more daughters they have the more live in partners I have.”

“Nonsense! All of them don’t sleep with you.”

“Yet!” I added significantly.

“Yet and never.” Lubnah Furqān teased me, with a challenging, yet still seductive, Wahābī Musalmān smile.

“Let’s wait and watch.”

“Let’s.”

I smiled significantly once more.

Lubnah Furqān deliberately avoided my inducement, yet with a rather charming smile.

“As it happens, Al Naåīm Māmū has confidence enough in me to deal with his mail. I’m doing it for six years.”

“Six years? How old are you?”

“What do you think?” she smiled significantly.

I watched Lubnah Furqān impishly.

“Anywhere between twenty eight to thirty two.”

Lubnah Furqān was pleasantly surprised.

“Allah Allah! You must be more successful lady specialist on us Musalmān Beauties than I surmised. I’m thirty two.”

“So you started it when you were twenty six?”

“Yes!”

“Any particular reason why couldn’t your Al Naåīm Māmū trust a paid secretary?”

Lubnah Furqān smiled.

“You can’t make anybody trust you, if he/she doesn’t want to.”

“No particular reason?”

“Not at all.” Lubnah Furqān smiled benignly, “Only he thinks I know his every mood. I can read his mind.”

I glanced at Kħadījah Muħammad.

“I think every good friend can do that if s/he really cares for you, and loves you really.”

Kħadījah Muħammad hugged me gratefully to tell me silently she understood what I wanted to say, and she was indebted.

There were numerous Musalmān Beauties I could trust, but the extent to which I could trust them differed.

After my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, the most trustworthy Musalmān Beauty I had, was Kħadījah Muħammad.

She knew my every mood and she could even read my mind, if not entirely, the most at least.

Kħadījah Muħammad never let me down.

I was lucky enough that most of the Musalmān Beauties I lived with, in Live in relationship, never let down me.

However, the extent they loved me to, differed widely.

Lubnah Furqān smiled.

“I open Al Naåīm Māmū’s mail, all of his mail. I separate it and arrange it in the order of importance. He trusts me absolutely. As a maternal uncle and niece, we are as close as almost a father and daughter.”

I smiled.

“Doesn’t he have his own daughters?”

“Has. But, unfortunately, they love their Hindu boyfriends more than they love their Abbū, my Al Naåīm Māmū.”

“Haven’t you your own Hindu boyfriend?”

“Well, I love someone, but I don’t know whether he also loves me or not.” Lubnah Furqān watched me gravely, significantly.

I was careful enough not to ask who that lucky man was.

It was possible she was suggesting I was myself that lucky man.

But I hadn’t placed her till now properly.

Lubnah Furqān was deeper than I surmised first she was.

“I’m fortunate enough to be closer to Al Naåīm Māmū than even his daughters are.” Lubnah Furqān said.

“You live with your Al Naåīm Māmū?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“Why don’t you live with your own parents? Don’t they love you enough?”

Lubnah Furqān smiled.

“My parents never married.”

“Oh, why?”

“My Ammījān loved a Hindu. She belongs to the royal Al Saåīd family.”

“So what?”

“What do you mean?”

“So many Al Saåīd royal Beauties have married Hindus now successfully.”

“Yes, but they are not living with their parents.”

“Your Ammījān wanted to live with her parents?”

“Yes. Why shouldn’t she? When a son never leaves his parents why a daughter must?”

“Well, I’m not discussing morals of your Ammījān. You haven’t come to me for that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. So you are very close to your Al Naåīm Māmū?”

“Yes, very very close. Even his own daughters are jealous of me.”

I smiled benignly.

Lubnah Furqān responded me with a seductive smile once again.

So extremely beautiful Lubnah Furqān was that I felt my Uncut Hindu Prick stirring now between my legs.

The Sālī was deliberately seducing me.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

“Your Al Naåīm Māmū is still married?”

“Of course. Why shouldn’t he?”

“Having four Musalmān wives?”

“Yes! Why not?”

“Aren’t they, your Mumānīs I mean, jealous of you, similarly as your Māmūzād cousins are?”

“I wouldn’t know, neither I care.”

“Why not?”

“As long as Al Naåīm Māmū is with me, even my Mumānīs can’t do anything against me.”

“Your Al Naåīm Māmū is so powerful?”

“He is almost as powerful as you Hindus are in your Hindu households.”

“I see.”

“Who is the Chief Wife of your Al Naåīm Māmū?”

“Al Jamāl Al Kamāl.”

“How long she has been married to your Al Naåīm Māmū?”

“Four years.”

“How are your relations with her?”

“Not very cordial. I’m sorry. She thinks I’m after Al Naåīm Māmū’s immense wealth.”

“Are you?” I watched her with my eyes narrowed slightly.

“Of course not. I’ve more money myself from my own earnings and from the gifts from my parents and elders. I don’t need Al Naåīm Māmū’s money. I want to love him back as he loves me, even more than his own selfish daughters.”

“I appreciate your selfless love for your Al Naåīm Māmū.”

“Thank you. You are the second man on earth who understands me, if you really do what you say.”

“Who is the first?” I smiled.

Lubnah Furqān also smiled seductively.

“You’ve nothing to be jealous of him. He is my Al Naåīm Māmū himself.”

I smiled at her teasingly.

“Why should I be jealous of him?”

Lubnah Furqān laughed melodiously.

“Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! I was not born yesterday. I’m watching between your legs, you infamous Hindu playboy.”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you. And don’t say you don’t know it. You knew it as soon as I came to you.”

“I know I’m lucky enough to have most of you extraordinary Musalmān Beauties love me. Yet, the fact is you are only thirty two and I’m sixty already.”

“So what? It never mattered to us Musalmān Beauties. We have the morals and ideal that Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah^rza married Ħuzūr^s when she^rzawas only nine years old while Ħuzūr^s were already near sixty.”

“I see.”

“We Musalmān Beauties have different morals and ideal in the matter concerned.” Lubnah Furqān smiled, “We think marriage is not for sex only. It’s basically for protection and experienced guidance to the women too. How a man can guide his wife if he doesn’t have more experiences than her? Moreover how can a husband have more experiences than his wives if he isn’t elder enough than them?”

“I see.”

“I’ve heard you always protest that immature teenager Musalmān Beauties are crazy to have sex with you, to the extent that they don’t even allow you to have enough sex with the Musalmān Beauties of your own age group. Why? It’s natural.”

“What?” I looked at her incredulously.

“I’m right. Your mature Musalmān Beauties have already have sex with you, even more than enough they need actually. It’s only luxury now they are after.”

“Lubnah Furqān, please!”

“But Lubnah Furqān continued, as if I hadn’t interrupted her at all.

“The teenager Musalmān Beauties haven’t experienced sex with you. They need it more. Why don’t you understand if you really claim it’s your social service to us Musalmān Beauties, not your sex adventures only?”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Lubnah Furqān, you really believe it?” I looked at her incredulously.

“Well, what’s wrong in it, if I do?”

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā presented a congruent appearance as she entered my bedroom.

I was fucking Kħadījah Muħammad then.

“Allah, can’t you see me alone, Durgesh, ever?” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā complained unsatisfied somewhat.

“Come on, Kħālidah, you know me better.”

“Why can’t you keep your Uncut Hindu Penis out of a Musalmān Cunt even for a while?”

“I can, darling, I can. But you ravenous Musalmān Beauties never allow me.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

She was under me in nude.

I was also naked.

We were in missionary position.

“Nonsense, Durgesh. I want to talk with you.”

“Just go ahead.”

“I need your full attention, please!”

“Kħālidah, Zabīr is already out on bail.”I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still ravenous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till only its head was inside, and then plunged it savagely full into, back.

Kħadījah Muħammad cried out of immense pleasure.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Once more, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Once more please!”

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā controlled herself with so many efforts.

“I haven’t come for Zabīr. And don’t expect any gratitude from me for bailing him out.”

“What?”

“You did it for Hudā and Assalāt, not for me.”

I was dumbfounded.

“Kħālidah— you…”

“I can understand. They are younger than me. You male animal— you…”

“Nonsense, Kħālidah, how dare you?”

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā thundered at me.

“How dare I? How dare I? You never listened to me until Hudā didn’t approach you herself. You never listened to me until Assalāt didn’t surrender herself to you. You are only a ravenous Uncut Hindu Cock, Durgesh. Aren’t you?”

“Nonsense, Kħālidah, I told you, Zabīr was not cooperating with me.”

“Sheikħ Ammī,” Kħadījah Muħammad supported me, “Zabīr refused to accept Durgesh even his lawyer. What Durgesh could do?”

“And yet,” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā said ironically, “the same Zabīr consented as soon as Al Hudā approached Durgesh and Assalāt surrendered to him. You think I was born yesterday?”

I winked at still miraculously beautiful Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā.

“Sālī, you have extremely beautiful supporters. Why shouldn’t I enjoy them?”

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā plunged at me.

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

I grabbed still miraculously beautiful Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā, hugged her and kissed her on her still beautiful lips.

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā put her arms around my neck and surrendered to me, closing her eyes in passion.

She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Prick, pulled it out completely from Kħadījah Muħammad’s still ravenous Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and kissed it gratefully.

“How nice it is, Durgesh, that we Musalmān Beauties have at least you with us in every downturn of us.”

“Because you Musalmān Beauties have nicest ravenous Musalmān Cunts always to greet my equally ravenous Uncut Hindu Cock.”I squeezed Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā’s still erect breasts.

“Nonsense! You give us more than you take from us, ever.” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā started to lick my Uncut Hindu Penis anointed with the vaginal juices of Kħadījah Muħammad and my Hindu Vīrý.

It was obvious, from her extremely beautiful facial expressions, that Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā loved the taste, very much.

It was natural.

When we love someone, we don’t feel any absurdity in even the otherwise dirty things related to him/her.

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā swallowed my Uncut Hindu Penis and started to suck me passionately.

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled and went to the bathroom to clean herself.

I had already fucked her to her heart’s content.

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā sucked me vehemently.

I undressed her in the meantime.

I was the third man in her life.

For a long time, after her nikāħ with an ardent Musalmān, Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā remained loyal to her religious Musalmān husband.

He was not very good at sex.

But so were the other Musalmīn as well.