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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Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dipped her finger in and out three times, and as I zoomed the view back out, I smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth, her head tilted back.
“That’s a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex goddess,” I grunted.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, smiled at me and clinched her already tightest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal grip around my ever undefeatable, ever insuperable, ever insurmountable Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stepped forward into the shower.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, watching the hot water sluicing down the curves of Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s beautiful Musalmān body.
“Come on, you ever hottest Musalmān Sex goddess, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad. Do it.” I winked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad turned in the shower and squatted down, her back against the wall.
I smiled and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her legs came up and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks rested on the shower floor.
I could see her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, her asshole, tits and face and I felt my heart lifted in excitement.
“Go on. Get busy.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb called.
“Lubnā Åālamgīr, don’t forget Durgesh and Ħanīfah Arbāz are going to be here soon,”
Lubnā Åālamgīr headed to her room.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb went on to say,
“You need to clean up your room so we can put a mattress on the floor for your cousin.”
“Yes Ammī,” Lubnā Åālamgīr called back, repressing a sigh.
It wasn’t that Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t like having her Hindu Stepfather and cousin around.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had actually been looking forward to seeing us.
It was just that growing up Lubnā Åālamgīr and I had always seemed to Lubnā Åālamgīr that we liked spending time with each other more than Lubnā Åālamgīr did.
It wasn’t as if we ignored Lubnā Åālamgīr.
We let Lubnā Åālamgīr hang out with us, and everything.
Nevertheless, Lubnā Åālamgīr often got the feeling that she was intruding somehow.
The way her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, had been going on about our visit just reminded Lubnā Åālamgīr of those feelings of being left out.
Lubnā Åālamgīr sometimes mentally blamed it on the age difference.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was about two years younger than Ħanīfah Arbāz was.
Yet it wasn’t such a big deal these days.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was eighteen and Ħanīfah Arbāz was twenty.
It was not as significant a gap as when Ħanīfah Arbāz and Lubnā Åālamgīr were younger.
There was nothing Lubnā Åālamgīr could do, at this point, though.
Ħanīfah Arbāz and I had been really close when Ħanīfah Arbāz was growing up and had moved into an apartment together after Ħanīfah Arbāz’s high school.
There was just no way Lubnā Åālamgīr could compete with Ħanīfah Arbāz.
Still, it would be nice to have us around for a few days.
Ħanīfah Arbāz and I didn’t live particularly far away.
Nevertheless, it was far enough that Lubnā Åālamgīr hardly got to see Ħanīfah Arbāz anymore.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had been toying with the idea of finding a place closer to Ħanīfah Arbāz when she moved out.
Being eighteen and almost done school all Lubnā Åālamgīr could think about was finally getting a place of her own, even if it was just a tiny apartment somewhere.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was distracted enough by her thoughts and cleaning up that Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway until Lubnā Åālamgīr happened to turn around.
I was leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed just watching Lubnā Åālamgīr.
“Allah, Allah, oh my God, Durgesh, how long have you been standing there?” Lubnā Åālamgīr demanded.
“A Couple of minutes,” I smiled.
Lubnā Åālamgīr never called me ‘Dad’.
She hated me actually that her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, had left her Abbū to live in relationship with me.
Well, she never hated her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, for it.
However, Lubnā Åālamgīr never accepted me even her Stepfather.
She always called me ‘Durgesh’.
Most of my Musalmān stepdaughters did the same.
Well, it was natural also.
They were adult yet they were not mature enough to understand the interpersonal relationship between a man and woman/women optimum.
Their adulthood could give them legal rights only, not the knowledge, experiences and understanding derived.
I had an amazing poker face when I wanted to, and I was giving no indication of what I was thinking.
Even though Lubnā Åālamgīr couldn’t read my face, Lubnā Åālamgīr decided I probably wasn’t up to anything.
I must have just wanted to see how long it would take her to notice me.
Lubnā Åālamgīr stepped into my arms as I opened them for Lubnā Åālamgīr and we hugged.
Lubnā Åālamgīr lingered a little longer than she usually would have.
It had been a while since her last boyfriend and the contact with a guy felt good, even if I was her Hindu Stepfather.
“Where’s Ħanīfah Arbāz?” Lubnā Åālamgīr asked, finally releasing me.
“Downstairs, still talking.” I smiled.
Lubnā Åālamgīr gave me a light shove and I backed up, letting Lubnā Åālamgīr past me in the hallway.
Lubnā Åālamgīr turned the corner to find Ħanīfah Arbāz just reaching the top of stairs.
“Ħanīfah Arbāz!” Lubnā Åālamgīr hurried the last few steps and threw her arms around her.
“Hey Lubnā Åālamgīr,” she replied.
She pushed Lubnā Åālamgīr back to arm length after a moment and looked her up and down.
“You’re getting bigger.”
Lubnā Åālamgīr gave her a confused look,
“I don’t think I’m any taller since last time you were here.”
“I meant your boobs. They seem bigger.”
Lubnā Åālamgīr blushed and made sure I wasn’t within earshot.
After all, I was not her stepfather for her.
Instead, I was a communal sexual Hindu for her that has succeeded in breaking countless Musalmān homes by snatching away extraordinary beautiful Musalmān wives from their Musalmān husbands.
How those extraordinary beautiful Musalmān wives were suffering from their Musalmān husbands’ unjustified behaviour with them, wasn’t important to her at all.
Being Just Eighteen Just Adult only, Lubnā Åālamgīr was unable to understand interpersonal relationship optimum.
Yet, she didn’t understand her incapability in the matter too.
“Yeah, they’ve been growing some.” Lubnā Åālamgīr said blushing very much.
“They look nice.”
Ħanīfah Arbāz’s last comment confused Lubnā Åālamgīr a little, but Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t worry about it for too long.
She followed Lubnā Åālamgīr back to her room and sat down on the bed cross-legged.
Ħanīfah Arbāz loved talking and she kept Lubnā Åālamgīr entertained while Lubnā Åālamgīr finished cleaning up the room.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled at me.
“Sit down, please.” I also smiled at Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, “Welcome at Ashvinātam in Ved Nagar. It’s not so many Musalmīn want to see me after their Musalmān Houseladies break their home for me. Thanks for seeing me even after your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, broke your home for me.”
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled gravely.
“Thanks for seeing me and offering me a seat.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Thank you. I think Ummat-e-Muslimah is suffering from degeneration nowadays.”
“Ummat-e-Muslimah?” I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr gravely, “Ummat-e-Muslimah only?”
“You don’t agree with me?”
“On the contrary, I agree with you completely, Maulānā Muħtarim.” I said, “In addition, I think every society nowadays is suffering from degeneration, not only Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Hindu Society too?” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr watched me cagily.
“Hindu Society too.”
“Well, I thought you are an utmost successful Hindu leader.”
“Sure, I am. Sure, I am. Yet, I am Not a communal Hindu.”
“Do you think I am a communal Musalmān?”
I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr prudently.
I never expected such a direct question from him.
“Does it make any difference in the matter you came to me to discuss about?”
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr didn’t answer my question directly.
Instead, he smiled too,
“I presume you think I’m a heel or impotent.”
“It’s a temptation to answer that question in detail. That’s not an auspicious, a positive beginning.”
“So, in addition to other things, my wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, has told you that I’m a negative person too?”
“Have you come to me to discuss your wife with me?”
“Certainly not if you are afraid to discuss her with her still legal Musalmān husband.”
I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr astutely.
“Why do you want to discuss her with me?”
“Because I want to clear my own position.”
“Does it make any difference?”
“Not to you, not to my wife, but to me.” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr also watched me circumspectly now.
“I see. How?”
“I’m sure she has portrayed me black in your eyes.”
“Every woman, who leaves her husband, does it.” I said gravely, “Even the most unfaithful wife never advises her lover, she is guilty of anything. What’s different there if Jamīlah Aurangzeb also resorted to the same line? You certainly don’t think me such a fool to believe her every word against you.”
“Why not? She is extremely beautiful. I know the power of an extreme Musalmān Beauty, rather Musalmān Beauties, on you ever sexual Hindus.”*
That night, after putting on her nightshirt, Lubnā Åālamgīr settled in on the far side of her bed and waited for Ħanīfah Arbāz to get back from the bathroom.
They had gotten the mattress set up for her, but Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t think she would actually use it.
They always slept together in her bed when Ħanīfah Arbāz stayed over, it had plenty of room and neither of them had a problem with sharing.
Her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, didn’t seem to understand that though and Lubnā Åālamgīr had given up trying to argue the point with her.
Ħanīfah Arbāz closed the door and turned off the light before walking over to the bed and climbing in beside Lubnā Åālamgīr.
They stayed up for a while just talking and giggling before eventually falling asleep.
Lubnā Åālamgīr woke sometime early in the morning.
She found that she had rolled onto her side facing away from Ħanīfah Arbāz.
She also found that at some point Ħanīfah Arbāz had curled up behind Lubnā Åālamgīr and draped her arm across her.
Lubnā Åālamgīr thought about shifting or waking her up, but it actually felt kind of nice and it wasn’t doing any harm.
Lubnā Åālamgīr lay there for a while feeling the warmth of Ħanīfah Arbāz’s body wrapped around herself, before drifting off again.
When Lubnā Åālamgīr awoke the second time, the sunlight was beginning to pour through the window and Lubnā Åālamgīr knew she had to get up soon.
Lubnā Åālamgīr gently lifted Ħanīfah Arbāz’s arm and started to slide out, trying not to wake her.
“Mmph, don’t go, you’re so cuddly,” Ħanīfah Arbāz mumbled.
She freed her arm from Lubnā Åālamgīr’s grasp and wrapped it back around her waist, holding Lubnā Åālamgīr tight.
“I gotta go to University Ħanīfah Arbāz,” Lubnā Åālamgīr said, tugging at her wrist.
“Just five more minutes.”
“Ħanīfah Arbāāāāāāāz−,” Lubnā Åālamgīr whined.
“Okay, okay.” She pulled her arm off Lubnā Åālamgīr and let Lubnā Åālamgīr crawl over her to get off the bed.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had a quick shower and grabbed some toast before just barely catching her bus.
University was predictably tedious, made worse that day because Lubnā Åālamgīr actually had a reason to want to get home afterward.
The main thing that kept Lubnā Åālamgīr from completely giving up on it was the knowledge that Lubnā Åālamgīr only had to get through a few more months and then Lubnā Åālamgīr was done.*
Life around home had gotten rather routine, in spite of the fact that her daughter and son both were also staying with her family.
About two weeks ago, something happened that changed her life forever.
It was a cooler summer evening and I was lying in the bedroom listening to some classical music I loved very much.
As far as I knew, my wife, my live in relationship partner, was doing a crossword puzzle in the other room and everyone else was gone doing their own things.
Ultimately, I decided to get myself a glass of juice from the kitchen.
Picking up my dirty socks, I threw them in the hamper as I walked past it on the way to the front of the house.
Approaching the dining room, I could see into the kitchen.
Then it caught my eye; growing bigger and bigger with every step I took.
Soon it was all that I could see.
It took up my whole visual field and caused my Uncut Hindu Cock to get instantly harder.
It was a giant ass in a pair of intense green sweat pants.
The pants were just tight enough that they formed the outline of both cheeks perfectly pushing deeply into that wonderful ass crack.
She was bent over the counter pushing out her wonderful magnificent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass invitingly.
I didn’t know, or care, what she was doing.
I just had to play with that big Musalmān ass!
It was firm enough that it stood up on its own; no sagging at all.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I just had to fuck the owner of that wonderful Musalmān ass.
Yes, yes, I doubtlessly have my morals.
Nevertheless, no morals stop a Hindu not to fuck a Musalmān Beauty if she is available to him and Hinduism/ Ved doesn’t prohibit him from doing it.
Now I was within reach and pondered her next move only for a couple of seconds before swinging into action.
Quickly I grabbed the elastic waistband of the sweat pants and gave a hearty downward yank.
It took a second yank as the front got caught between the counter and her magnanimous body.
Freed of that monster Musalmān ass the pants fell to her knees revealing a sexy pair of brilliant purple bikini XL panties.
My heart fluttered out of control.
Within a single second, I lifted my hand and gave that huge Musalmān bum a hard swat.
She made a little grunt.
Instantly I gave her a second swat twice as hard as the first.
This time she let out a loud squeal.
As I began, swinging my arm down full force for a third swing it came to me that my wife didn’t own any purple panties and in fact hated the color purple. And furthermore, that squeal sure didn’t sound like my wife’s voice.
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind that my wife had said she had to go out for the evening and was only working on the crossword puzzles until it was time to leave.
Looking up her body, I realized that this was in fact my ‘daughter in law’, Åādilah Salāħuddīn, whom I was spanking.
Yes, Naåīmuddīn wasn’t my real son.
Nevertheless, his Ammī, Āsiyah Nādir, was my live in relationship partner now.
The third swat hit with a thunderous sound as my hand bounced off my hot rump from the pure force of the swat.
Instantaneously careful now, I quickly drew back my hand.
I was even more vigilant when she swung around to face me and my Uncut Hindu Cock began twitching in my pants.
I couldn’t believe that I was still horny and that part of me wanted Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
However, I had enough composure hurriedly to blurt out,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I’m sorry I thought you were my wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir.”
“You Hindu scoundrel, what do you think I don’t know you perfect? leave my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass alone. I perfectly know you are always after us Musalmān Beauties to fuck us.” she yelled as we were face to face inches apart.
Then she tried to slap the right and then left side of my face as hard as she could.
Already prepared for her such response, I held her arm before she could succeed.
“Bitch, I said I am sorry,” I snapped back and smacked both sides of her buttocks once again.
Why her buttocks?
I was certainly in obsession still now with her extraordinary incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
Even the awareness that she was my ‘daughter in law’, had couldn’t change my passion for her extraordinary beautiful buttocks.
She and her Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn always hated me openly that I had broken their home by snatching away, Āsiyah Nādir, from her duly married Musalmān husband.
They both were openly anti Hindu, criminal minded and immensely communal Musalmān.
“The fuck you are sorry, fuck head,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s face was red with anger.
Then again, I felt the nonstop attempts and potential sting of twin slaps across my face.
“You God Damn fucking communal Musalmān bitch,” I ranted slapping her buttocks even harder.
Our bodies were creeping closer together.
We could feel each other’s hot breath.
“You my Ammī fucking Hindu prick,” again she loaded to slap me.
I caught her hand again before the slap reached its target.
After a strange pause of about a second, our faces drew together with mouths wide open.
Before we knew what we were doing, we were engaged in the most passionate hungry kiss in the history of mankind.
Our hips now ground against each other.
“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I yelped as our lips parted for a millisecond.
“Yes, yes, I’m so hot, I am a Musalmān Beauty. Am I not?” my partner replied in the wildest of passion.
Hands traversed wildly over our bodies.
When I gave her wonderful magnificent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a firm Hindu squeeze she responded by grinding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pelvic bone hard against my Hindu erection.
Savagely she yanked open my shirt causing buttons to fly all over the kitchen.
Deciding what was good for her was good for me I returned the gesture and ripped her blouse open. Her buttons joined mine on the floor.
My hands grabbed her big Musalmān boobs through her bra and gave them a hard squeeze.
I was just about to reach around and unfasten the bra when I felt her hands on my belt.
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She was a little worried too.
Soon the shaking and shuddering stopped and the flow of juice reduced to a dripping.
Zubaydah Bābar attempted to stand up but her Musalmān legs were like rubber.
I grasped her under an arm and helped her turn around and sit on the back of the couch.
“How do you feel? Is that what you wanted?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at me, pulled me to her and kissed me.
“That was exactly what I wanted. It was the best orgasm I ever had.”
Nishāt Nazli was still staring at her friend.
“Wow, you really liked that. I mean I really bit down hard. Didn’t it hurt?”
I answered for Zubaydah Bābar.
“Of course it hurt. Zubaydah Bābar likes a little pain with her pleasure. Don’t you, Zubaydah Bābar?”
Zubaydah Bābar nodded her head and a sheepish smile crossed her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face.
“I like it best when it hurts a little. I guess I’m weird.”
“I bet you like to be tied up too, and maybe some spanking or something.”
Now Zubaydah Bābar really started to blush.
“I never tried it, but it sounds like fun.” She admitted.
I helped her stand.
“Come on, Nishāt Nazli; let’s help her to my bed. She’s a little wrung out. Then we can see about her fantasies.”
Nishāt Nazli looked a little fearful.
“You’re not going to hurt me like that. Are you?”
“Not unless you want me to.” I told her as we helped Zubaydah Bābar to the bedroom. “Everybody has fantasies of some sort. Some are more mundane than others are. Some are outright weird and dangerous. Zubaydah Bābar’s are just a little rough. However, she has to be careful whom she acts them out with. The wrong person could really hurt her. She is a masochist. She likes pain. If she were to pair up with a hard-core sadist, he could really hurt her or maybe kill her if he really has a problem. Therefore, Zubaydah Bābar, promise me you won’t go indulging your fantasy with just anyone. Make sure you know them really well and preferably make sure there is a third person involved to put a stop to it if it starts to get out of hand.”
Zubaydah Bābar just nodded.
“I know it’s dangerous and I only let it go like that once before. I … I probably wouldn’t have let it happen today but I trust you. I know that Durgesh wouldn’t hurt me.” Zubaydah Bābar smiled at me.
I smiled back as we lay Zubaydah Bābar on the bed.
I crawled in beside Zubaydah Bābar and kissed her gently on the lips.
Nishāt Nazli sat on the edge of the bed and I looked at her.
“So Nishāt Nazli, what kind of fantasies do you have? What do you dream about that gets you really hot? If I can help, I will. If it’s too far out for me, then maybe we can get close.”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and looked away.
“I’ve already had most of my fantasies, like we did the other day. You know with you and Zubaydah Bābar, a three way. I also … well we’re living one now, all of us running around the house naked and a Hindu mature man chasing us around and screwing us.” Nishāt Nazli giggled.
“Hindu mature man?” Zubaydah Bābar smiled cunningly, “Have you noticed, here in Ved Nagar, it’s quite normal. Isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” Nishāt Nazli looked at Zubaydah Bābar questioningly.
“Hindus here, are enjoying marital relations and live in relationship with modern young Musalmān Beauties more, than anywhere. Haven’t you noticed it? In a recent survey, here at Ved Nagar, 90% mature Hindus are found having marital relations/live in relationships with the ultramodern PhD Musalmān Beauties aged 28 to 35, while the Hindus are mostly aged 50 and above.”
“Long live Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” I said curtly.
Nishāt Nazli twisted herself to me.
“You mean Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done it?”
“What do you think? It’s natural?”
“Why not?” Zubaydah Bābar said, “I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah why she prefers you. She says she wants a man for her, thoroughly experienced, strong, capable, not a boy that is as inexperienced as she herself is.”
“You are repeating only what the young Musalmān Beauties life partners of 90% mature Hindus of Ved Nagar said in that survey.” I said bitterly.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli both looked at each other and smiled.
“Don’t you agree with them?” Zubaydah Bābar asked me somewhat uncertainly.
“Well, it’s their life and it’s their decision.” I said noncommittally.
“But you don’t appreciate it, do you?”
“I think there’s another view also expressed about it.”
“Of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s, your former live in relationship partner’s?”
“She is still the Attorney General here at Ved Nagar.” I said gravely, “Isn’t she?”
“Sure,” Bābarah Åālamgīr interfered entering there and joining us, “our Mayor is the most lenient man in the history of entire humankind. Everyone advised him to take action against the present Attorney General, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. Yet, he denied all such suggestions.”*
The visit had been quite unexpected.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb had forgotten that she had made the appointment.
She had forgotten to cancel it.
She should have canceled it after she’d promised to have dinner with the Mayor.
Now, Jamīlah Aurangzeb was trying to get it over with as quickly and gracefully as possible.
Yet, Jamīlah Aurangzeb didn’t want to hurt the man sitting opposite her.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a great man, as far as she knew him.
He was one of the most respected men here at Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to disgrace him either this way or that, but Durgesh had suddenly granted the request of Sarvochch Brahmarshi, to make Imām Muħammad Ħasan the executive head of Ashvinātam, the residence of the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed on it ironically.
“Prakash succeeded ultimately in pleasing his younger most successful Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Bhābhījān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab. Nafīsah Salmān Bhābhījān is not as important for Sarvochch Brahmarshi now, as she was once. I’m surprised at even Durgesh surrendered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I never imagined it even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You must not be as jealous to your own daughter, Ammī, as you are now. Durgesh surrendered to me? Hahaha. Sarvochch Brahmarshi succeeded in pleasing me ultimately? Does he even need it ever?”
At another time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb could have really enjoyed talking with such a man of principles that he even sacrificed his position in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat’s National Council.
They called it that.
In imitation of Ved Nagar’s Council?
But Ved Nagar wasn’t a country.
Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat was.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb couldn’t enjoy however it now.
Not tonight, with the heap of papers on her desk still to be read, with the long tense evening in the Ashvinātam.
Well, she was capable enough not to feel awkward facing her former live in relationship partner.
It would have been normal if only her daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, hadn’t exaggerated it.
She was still making it a great issue.
“It’s normal, Bābarah.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb had tried to explain it to her daughter, “I needed Durgesh once as much as you need him now. You may think it was my obsession to him. You may think I needed extraordinary sex then. Now you are yourself an adult. You can understand it now thoroughly. Why the hell are you exaggerating it?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was furious.
“I am exaggerating it?”
“Certainly not. Durgesh is exaggerating it.”
“That you are his stepdaughter?” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled ironically.
“Am not I?”
“Certainly not. A stepdaughter relationship is a marital relationship, not a relationship that comes out of a live in relationship.”
“I agree with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, “live in relationship doesn’t generate any marital relationship because live in relationship itself isn’t a marital relationship. You and Durgesh were never married. So, there isn’t any harm if I replace you myself as Durgesh’s new live in relationship partner.”
“That’s right. That’s the legal status of this relationship here in Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said.
Bābarah Åālamgīr beamed at her Ammī.
“That’s the legal opinion of the Attorney General of India?”
“Attorney General of Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled at her daughter, “Ved Nagar legally now somewhat enjoys the special status like Jammu and Kashmir. It has its own Attorney General. Ved Nagar is too advanced in technology that the rest of India can’t maintain same legal system. The Government of India has to allow Ved Nagar to have its own legal system and its own Attorney General, as Ved Nagar refused to separate itself from India.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Ved Nagar hates separation ab initio. It wants to bring the entire infinite creations, instead, under one Federal Government with utmost possible autonomy to every member state.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“What do you think of your husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, Attorney General of Ved Nagar?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked Jamīlah Aurangzeb casually.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan, scrutinizing him now.
What was he after, actually?
She smiled, casually herself.
“What do I think of my husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr?”
“Sure, that was my question.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb immediately thought of the physical Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
No doubt, her husband was very impressive among Musalmīn with his bearded face.
Even the persons, who did not hate terrorist Musalmīn to the extent Dr. Ali Sina, his co-authors and his followers did, respected Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr very much.
Yet, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, knew very well, what her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was actually.
She smiled ironically.
Perhaps, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was right.
Her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was perhaps fooling even Durgesh successfully.
Was it her own mistake?
She shouldn’t have asked him for divorce.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a blustering, loud mouthed, braying, harsh, and almost as tall as Durgesh, with a rasping, rough, voice.
His eyes were small squinting, and gimlet in a small round head set atop a short thick neck on a brawny, strong, expanse of chest.
It was however, his exterior.
It wasn’t as important as his interior was in her opinion.
Should she confirm Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s doubts about her husband?
“Frankly,” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said, “I think Durgesh and you both know about my husband even more than me. Durgesh respects you more and his faith in you is stronger than even Durgesh’s faith in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“That’s right. Yet you are his wife.”
“So what? Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr isn’t one of the persons who have more faith in his wife/wives than in the persons more reliable to him.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“How many wives he has?”
“Three more I think, according to Muslim Personal Law.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr obeys Muslim Personal Law?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan prudently.
“He has to, if he wants to keep Muslim opinion with him.”
“It isn’t any Islamic country.”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t believe Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters?”
“Sure, why are you so surprised?”
“They say Ved Nagar is the best place to live at, for Musalmān Beauties.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“They are right. Yet, even the best place to live at, for us Musalmān Beauties, is being hounded by the shrewdest Pseudo Musalmīn now.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted once more.
“You mean you Musalmān Beauties aren’t safe from Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists even here at Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“Ved Nagar has an utmost dangerous policy.”
“And what’s that, if I may ask the Attorney General of Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb again watched him scrutinizing.
“Ved Nagar believes in ‘Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt’ and ‘Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat’.”
“And it’s dangerous?”
“Sure it is.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, said academically, “Ved Nagar is an ideal state established by Durgesh, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and other Vedic Monotheist Hindus…”
“I don’t think so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, looked at him quite surprised.
“You don’t think so?”
“No. For your kind information, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, the Musalmān Beauties having marital/Sexual/Love/live in relationships with the Hindus are more in numbers than Hindus even that established Ved Nagar. Moreover, I am also one of the persons that are responsible for establishment of Ved Nagar.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb was dumbfounded.
She watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Youuuuuuuuuuuuuu? You are one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb shrewdly.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I thought you are a communal Musalmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“If you are a communal Musalmān, why the hell you were one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
“Either you aren’t a communal Musalmān or you aren’t one of the persons that found Ved Nagar.”*
I looked at the pile of paperwork on my desk and rubbed at my eyes.
It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
It had begun with my friend Aħmad Åbdullāh’s death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
In a couple of days Aħmad Åbdullāh’s children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they’d be meeting here for the very first time.
On top of that, I had a burial to organise for Aħmad Åbdullāh on the Island.
Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder I felt exhausted somewhat.
It was two in the morning and high time I had some stress relief.
I got up from my desk and moved to the door of my office, part of my home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs, as was my habit.
Once outside, I smiled.
I’d always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.
I turned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between two large bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies into the kitchens.
A couple of turns and I was moving around the edge of the building where the Island’s food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night.
I knew if anyone spotted me s/he’d just assume I was going for my habitual late night snack, but I knew different.
I bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke.
Casually I glanced around.
Seeing no one, I slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door.
A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and I moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard.
A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.
I quickly slid myself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above me, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty-three rungs below me.
Reaching the bottom, I turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened.
I pressed my hand to the small screen inside the box and the door, beside me, swung open.
I smiled in anticipation.
I had a lot of catching up to do.
I entered the saferoom, or as I thought of it, the ‘Bunker’ where I could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked.
I ignored the open plan living area and kitchen and moved straight to the door on my left, a control room where I could make contact with the outside world if need be, but my focus wasn’t on the emergency facilities.
I moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Aħmad Åbdullāh had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years.
My friend’s words came back to me, as they always did when he looked at the setup.
“There’s no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what’s going on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn’t even know about. Information is power.”
I smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens.
Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A to O.
The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the Island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate.
Simply type in the letter for the screen, then the camera number, hit enter and that’s what you saw.
The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited my purposes perfectly.
I settled my fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter.
The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Aħmad Åbdullāh’s favourite PA, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
She was one of my favourites too, a hot, toned Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination.
It wasn’t her intellect that interested me at present though, as I watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom.
My memory provided me hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.
I felt the familiar stirring in my Hindu groin and smiled.
Time to move the recording back.
My fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back.
The simple system allowed me to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and I was viewing it in reverse.
A couple of chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footage caught up to Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad undressing, and then sleeping.
The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still.
She’d been asleep for five hours or so when I saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappearing backwards into the bathroom.
I reset the dial, my left hand coming to rest on my belt, and as the footage began to play on the screen, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unfastened my belt and trousers.
She had joined me in the meantime.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled down my fly and slid her hand in my trousers.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her towel.
I saw her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly stroking me as I watched Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dry herself.
She moved too quickly for me though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.
I frowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s room.
I punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as the maid appeared who’d cleaned the bathroom earlier.
While Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stroked me in anticipation, the maid finished her work, the lighting changed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared.
Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous Musalmān breasts on display.
she brushed her teeth.
I zoomed the camera in on her ever-erect Musalmān breasts.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock as I watched them jiggle back and forth with every motion of her arm.
“Come on, you hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered. “Get in the damn shower.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock eloquently.
The teeth brushing continued for another minute.
Then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad disappeared off screen.
I zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the shower cubicle.
The water began immediately and I slowed the footage down as she stepped out the cubicle to remove her thong.
In slow motion, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad inserted her thumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down her hips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, the thong ended up back in the bedroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s grip tightened on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always did this before she went in the shower.
I zoomed in a little closer.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her ever-erect Musalmān breasts jutting out.
I groaned, squeezing my lips in anticipation of what came next.
Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clitoris.
“Go on, you fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered as I watched.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed and took my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī mouth.
She started to suck me devotedly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s middle finger rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Fuck that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ever hottest sex goddess,” I growled.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered,
“Fuck me, imagine you are fucking the bitch Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, instead of me.”
“Why the imagination? You are far more beautiful than Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.”
“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her palm on my chest and pushed me back gently.
I lay on my back now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan immediately straddled on my standing perpendicular Uncut Hindu Cock.
It disappeared into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young Cunt, gradually, entirely ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Happy, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Sure, my dear ever young Musalmān lady.” I myself returned her wink lewdly, “What the hell more my Uncut Hindu Cock demands after all?”
“A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt around it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed suggestively.
I pulled her on me and kissed vehemently.
We both were nude now entirely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a nudist feminist.
To meet her on her own ground, I had to be myself a nudist manist, nothing less.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted wildest animal sex.
She was a strict One Man Woman.
It was natural that I had to provide her the wildest animal sex she loved very much.
Well, contrary to the general outlook, I never thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was wrong in her desire however.
Her body needed it.
She was rightfully getting it from me.
It was her fundamental woman right on her man.
It was her fundamental human right on her man.
There wasn’t anything wrong in it.
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The telephone rang.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shifted her nude legs on my nude shoulders, raised her glorious young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely up to my balls into her young ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and picked up the receiver.
“Hello,” she smiled nicely fucked by me until her heart’s content.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t know how ravenous she was.
Now, Durgesh is fucking her nonstop in this body.
It was Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Antarvyom, Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Interspace that is.
Then, shielding the mouthpiece with her hand, she smiled at me.
“This is he on the phone now. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd. Says he sent his daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, to explain matters, and he’d like to talk with you personally.”
I nodded acquiescence to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, took the receiver from her, and said.
“Yes, Durgesh speaking.”
I heard a thin, high-pitched voice saying in a crisp, meticulous accuracy of enunciation.
“Mr. Durgesh, this is Al Åbbās Al Saåīd. If you remember we met on a ship when you were in your Honeymoon with your then latest young live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.”
“Oh, yes, sure,” I said with enthusiasm, “How do you do Mr. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd? And how’s your excellent exquisite beautiful daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās?”
“You do certainly have some magic, on young Musalmān Beauties I mean.”
“I beg your pardon, sir?”
“My daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, is constantly trying to convince me now that you are the ever best husband for her, I mean ever best live in relationship partner.”
“Sir, you are certainly kidding me?” I laughed.
“Oh no, my boy, never. I’m not as a damn fool as to kid you ever. You have to succumb to my daughter’s wishes, I’m afraid.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!”
“That’s right. Al Nādirah Al Åbbās is incurably in love with you. I’m afraid you have to oblige her.”
“But sir, you know I’m sixty three and your daughter is only twenty eight, so…”
“Love doesn’t see any age difference, my boy. Love doesn’t see any age difference. You must have anticipated it already when on that grand ship, your then latest live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, complained to me that Al Nādirah Al Åbbās is causing trouble in her honeymoon with you.”*
I smiled cunningly.
“Well, your daughter requested us to join in our honeymoon. Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd consented out of courtesy. How the hell could I refuse?”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd laughed patronizingly.
“That’s the blunder you both had done. I’m surprised how the hell both of you forgot−
Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’−
I’m sorry, my boy. You provided the ever-best sex to my daughter. And now you have to provide it to her forever.”*
I was sated and content.
Moreover, it appeared that, they were also satiated and contents themselves.
Zubaydah Bābar was lying there trying to catch her breath and regain control of her muscles.
Nishāt Nazli was on her side.
She was closely watching the two of us, gently running her hand, over my chest and belly.
Zubaydah Bābar had a contented look on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and a dreamy look in her eyes.
I turned to her.
“How about you? Did you enjoy yourself?”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and instead of answering, bent her head down.
Zubaydah Bābar took my somewhat deflated Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth and gently sucked me clean, removing the remnants of her own cum and her friends’ along with mine that, had clung to me.
When Zubaydah Bābar finished cleaning me, she moved up and kissed me.
Only then did she answer.
“I enjoyed it so much that I will be your sex slave for life. If you ever want anything sexual, you just take me any way you want. In my mouth, in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, with my hand, my Musalmān tits, or even in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass. It’s all yours, forever, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I never even heard of such a control any man can have ever.”
Nishāt Nazli heard her and giggled.
“That is coming from one of the most domineering women around and also from one who never let anybody near her extremely beautiful, ever sacred, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole in her life. It must have been good.”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and defended herself,
“I’m not domineering, we just never did it right. For the first time in my life I got fucked the way you’re supposed to.”
“I can’t argue with that.” Nishāt Nazli answered. “However, I admit, I have never felt so well fucked in my life. How the hell did Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās get so lucky as to be able to lay claim to Durgesh?”
“Just be glad. She’s willing to share.”
“Tell me Durgesh darling,” Nishāt Nazli smiled, “does Bābarah Åālamgīr know what a superb, what a grand lay her Hindu old man is?”
I heard the probing behind the question.
“Not unless Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās told her.” I answered. “She’s Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, Eīshānāý Param Brahmñé Paramātmané. I would have a hard time doing that.”
Zubaydah Bābar picked up the thread.
“But she is such a hottie, how could you resist.”
“I’ll admit that at times it is hard, but she’s still Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr. Yet you’re right she is a hottie. If she weren’t Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, I would not hesitate even a moment to bed her.”
The three of us lay in bed talking, cuddling, and fondling each other for a while before I looked at the clock.
“Hell, it’s after 4:00 I wonder where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr are. We expected them to be home after lunch. Come on let’s get up and get the cum washed off ourselves.”
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, groaned.
“We don’t want to get up we want to lay here with you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar requested.
“Ok I’ll tell you what; I’ll wash your back for you.” Nishāt Nazli offered.
“What about my front?” I asked with a grin.
“Only, if you’re a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls-fucker Hindu.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me, “Promise you’d never say ‘no’ to any twenty eight Musalmān Beauty.”
“That’s not possible.” Zubaydah Bābar laughed teasing me, “Durgesh doesn’t enjoy the young Musalmān Beauties not of his own age, optimum.”
I slapped Zubaydah Bābar on her nude Musalmān buttocks playfully.
“Allah! Oops!” Zubaydah Bābar protested in mock.
Zubaydah Bābar exclaimed as she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom.
The three of us crowded in the shower.
The hot water ran over us and true to her word, Nishāt Nazli washed down Zubaydah Bābar with soft loving strokes.
I covered their nude Musalmān bodies in rich lather and then Nishāt Nazli rinsed them off.
Before we turned the water off, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls took the soap from me and returned the favor, paying special attention to my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.
It was my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was once again hard and at attention.
Neither of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful Musalmān girls could resist.
In addition, as they finished washing me, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, both got on their knees.
They took turns sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund into their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths and doing their best to give me a superior blowjob.
After a long time, they finally gave up getting a load of my Hindu cum out of me.
“I’ve had so much sex today. You two have just worked the last of it out of me earlier. I want to enjoy some rest now. It’ll be a while before I would want to make it more.”
They both were disappointed, but accepted the compliment that they had worn me out earlier and used me up.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, both strutted out of the bathroom satisfied that they had left nothing for anybody else at least for a while.
I finished in the bathroom, pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, and headed for the kitchen.
It was getting late and I wanted to get something out for dinner for the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
I settled on some chicken breast I had in the freezer and chuckled at the label on the package the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had wrapped from what I had bought.
“Chicken Musalmān tits – 5” on one line and underneath it “2 ½ babes”.
That had to be Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s sense of humor.
Just about then, I heard the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls come in.*
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd smiled.
“I have given my address to your nowadays most beloved young Musalmān live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I presume she has recorded it. Apparently, a murder was committed, in the flat below mine, sometime last night. The place is crawling with police. For certain reasons I can’t explain on the phone, I want to talk with an attorney. As I had already to call you in connection with my daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, I now need you for this another matter more. I’ve been thinking about it for several days. I think now it’d be better if I get it disposed of now before the police start messing into my private affairs unnecessarily. Can you be kind enough to come out here immediately? I am confined to a wheelchair. Consequently, it’d be a great trouble to me to come to you instead.”
“Who is murdered?”
“I don’t know, neither it makes any difference to me who the hell the victim was. The identity of the murdered person is highly immaterial except as it will interfere with what I have to do.”
I decided to conduct a psychological experiment.
“Do you think you’ll be suspected of complicity, involvement, in the murder?”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd’s close-clipped accents said scornfully.
“Hell, of course.”
“Then why all the hurry about seeing me?”
“It’s a matter entirely different, my dear son in law.” Al Åbbās Al Saåīd laughed, “I told you already I can’t explain it in the damned phone. Come here and let me feel safe in discussing it with you. It’s as important as I’m willing to pay you any highest fee within reason, despite the fact that you are my son in law now. I want you here in person. Your new young live in relationship partner, my daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, is already on the way to bring you here.”
“Okay, as soon as Al Nādirah Al Åbbās gets here I’ll be right out.”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās reached there even before I could put the receiver back on the cradle.*
Bābarah Åālamgīr called up the steps.
“We’re home, be up in a minute.”
A few minutes later Bābarah Åālamgīr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās topped the steps.
Both ran to me and embraced me in a hug.
“Well, it looks like I was missed. It’s good to see you both too.” I laughed.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, I’m so excited. Can Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I talk to you for a few minutes? We’ll get some drinks and sit on the deck.” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Sure, but what’s the occasion?”
“Let’s go outside first and get comfortable.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās offered.
Each of them grabbed a drink, went, and sat outside at the patio table.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, we didn’t go to see Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās‘s aunt today.” Bābarah Åālamgīr admitted. “We went for Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s job interview.”
“Oh, and by your mood when you got home I guess things went well.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās bubbled,
“Things went great. But we wanted to talk to you. We want to stay here with you. If we can that is?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr cut in right away.
“As boarders, we don’t want to be moochers we want to pay our own way.”
“If we went together we could afford a place for the two of us to share but, since you’re already here and we all seem to get along Ok, it would be cheaper for us to stay here and pay you. Then if it doesn’t work out we could still find a place to rent later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās interjected.
“We know it’s a surprise and sudden and all but we didn’t want to say anything until we had the job.” Bābarah Åālamgīr added.
“Well, it’s not as much of a surprise as you might think.” I admitted. “I intentionally arranged the paper so the Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad article was on top. Then I noticed the section was missing and I put two and two together. I would love to have the two of you stay here with me. I obviously have lots of room, so even when we get on each other’s nerves, we can have plenty of space for us. As far as boarders go, if we just work out something with the food and the telephone bill then I’ll be happy.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at me.
“You mean you knew all along that we were going for job here? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You never mentioned it. Therefore, I figured you did not want me to know. So I minded my own business.” I offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr got up and kissed me on my lips, not as a stepdaughter would, as a loving woman would instead.
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis too, and squeezed it significantly.
“Thanks Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love you. We have to go to orientation next week and find out where we will be, like what grades we will teach and all. For now we don’t know much except we will start after Labor Day.”
“Ok, but just remember honey that if you want something in particular, I do know people here. Maybe I can help.” I offered. “Also your Ammī is not going to be happy. Feel free to blame it on me. She’ll assume I lured you away anyway.” I smiled at her.
“I’m not looking forward to telling her and I may just take you up on that.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and headed into the house, leaving me alone with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
It was prearranged and I knew it.
We had to talk and she was hesitant.
“I wanted to talk to you alone. That’s why Bābarah Åālamgīr left. About us, I mean about what is going to happen with us. I mean living here together. I mean…” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās stumbled.
“I picked it up for her.”Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, do you have a working crystal ball, or a machine that looks into the future or something?” I paused as she shook her head, “Neither do I. I know where you’re trying to go with this and what you’re trying to say. For now, I enjoy you being here and I enjoy having you in my bed. I really don’t see that changing anytime soon. Despite my reputation, I am not a love’em and leave’em type of guy. My biggest trouble is that you’ll get tired of hanging around with an old Hindu man and meet some young stud and dump me.”
She smiled at me.
“I don’t think any of those young studs could hold a candle to you.”
I smiled back.
“Thank you. Yet as I said for now we just see how it goes. I am very quickly growing very fond of you. Yet for me, to sit here and tell you that I am in love with you and you’re the one and only, I’m sorry I can’t do that, not yet at least. But even if things don’t work out and you don’t want to share my bed then fine, we have plenty of bedrooms here and I will always care about you and you’ll always be Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s friend and that means a lot. Now does that cover all the things you wanted to talk about?”
“Pretty much,” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled, “except how were Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar today?” She smiled with a leer. “Did they attack you and rape you?”
“I didn’t give them a chance. I attacked them myself first. I think I wore them out.” I offered.
Now Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās laughed,
“That’s why they were asleep when we got home then. But were they good, I mean, better than me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. You are, and I am not exaggerating, one of the best lovers I have ever had. That is probably because everything is new to you and you enjoy it so much. But making love to you is, really great.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās beamed with pride and satisfaction as she got out of her chair and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a tender kiss on my lips.
“Thanks, even though I know you’re exaggerating to make me feel better.”
“Well I’m not exaggerating. But the fact is that one session with you is more satisfying than both of them. Not that it wasn’t fun. Mind you I won’t lie and Yeah I’d probably do it again but. I’d rather have you.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās kissed me hard and passionately.
Then pulling back asked,
“Have you thought anymore about what I said last night about Bābarah Åālamgīr?”
I paused then answered.
“Yes, I have. Moreover, it’s a decision I will make in my own time and when I’m ready. Until now, I loved Bābarah Åālamgīr as my own daughter, yaar. Why don’t you understand? It’s not easy to change my view so fast and accept Bābarah Åālamgīr as a replacement wife to her Ammī.”
“But Bābarah Åālamgīr is NOT your daughter.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās shouted furiously, “And she is not responsible for what you thought of her. How is she? Why can’t she get the best man available even to her friends too?”
“Give me more time, please!”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr would replace your wife, her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. And that is final.”
I sighed helplessly.
“Now, please stop it.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās could tell by my tone and demeanor that it was not a topic open to discussion right now.
“Ok, I didn’t mean to interfere. I just love you both and want you both to be happy.”
“I know. No harm done.” and I kissed Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās on her quivering crimson Musalmān lips. “When are you going to tell your Ammī and Abbū?”
“My Abbū won’t care but I’ll call him eventually. I was going to call my Ammī tonight.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled to normalize the environment.
“Well why don’t you go call her now? Use my office if you want privacy.” I offered.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās agreed and left to make her call.
Bābarah Åālamgīr must have been lurking not too far away, because as soon as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left Bābarah Åālamgīr walked back in.
“Well, how did it go?” she asked.
“Good, I think. I just told her the truth. We’ll see how things go. But for now she is welcome and wanted in my bed.” I answered.
“She really likes you Durgesh. She was so excited about staying and scared that you wouldn’t want her at the same time. I think she’s falling in love with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I think you’re right, and I’m getting real used to having her around. But I’ve not had the greatest luck with relationships in my life so we’ll take it slow and easy.” I told her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr moved to me and sat on my lap.
With a hug, she told me,
“I love you Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I think it’ll work out fine. You just worry too much. I’m glad Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās makes you happy. I can see she does and I have never known her to be so upbeat and bubbly in the four years I have known her. You’re good for each other.”
“Ok Miss Matchmaker. Now I guess we have to find somebody for you.” I teased.
“No, if you still want to pretend that you don’t understand I’ve already found my man, right now I don’t want anybody. I have a new life, new job, new home and I have my Durgesh back.” Bābarah Åālamgīr sighed as she hugged me tighter.
I ran my hands down her back.
“Why don’t you go call your Ammī and get that over with? If she wants to scream at me I’ll talk to her.”
“Ok but you know I was really looking for a way not too.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Well, I think Jamīlah Aurangzeb would catch on if you didn’t come home for a couple of weeks.” I laughed too.
Both the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls went and made their respective phone calls.
In some ways, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s was easier although probably more emotionally draining.
Her Ammī claimed to be happy for her and glad she found a job but disappointed it was so far from home.
She spoke to her stepfather who only wanted to know when she was going to get her shit out so he could turn the room into a den.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās promised him it would be soon.
It was his rejection of her that hurt her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had always tried to be a good daughter to him, respected him and even loved him.
But he had always treated her like a fifth wheel.
He expressly rejected her attempts at being a family.
He was good to her Ammī but unhappy about the baggage that went with the Live in relationship.
Now he was plain happy that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was gone.
It was that rejection that hurt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Bābarah Åālamgīr called her Ammī and as I had predicted she accused me of stealing her daughter and warned her about my sinful ways.
In addition, how Bābarah Åālamgīr could not depend on me and on and on.
It was tiring to Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She had heard it for four years and had begun to form her own opinion of why our Live in relationship broke up.
Besides, her Ammī had returned to her Abbū, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a Qur’an thumper and he was quickly converting her Ammī once more into a communal Musalmān woman.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was just as glad that she would not have to listen to the sermons.
But she let her Ammī rant on and then told her she would be up for the rest of her things soon.
I did talk to my ex-wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb did accuse me of all kinds of things.
But after four years of divorce and 20 years of Live in relationship I was immune to it.
I just sat with a glass of juice and let her scream for half an hour, teasing Jamīlah Aurangzeb now and then impishly, and enjoying it very much.
Then I hung up.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was laughing.
She kissed me again on my lips, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund and thanked me for pissing her Ammī off.
After talking to both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls about their respective conversations I decided it would be best to get it over with and get them moved in.
Neither Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl wanted to give up a couple of days of vacation time.
I pointed out we would have the rest of the summer and that Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar would keep me company.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās remarked that she was afraid of that.
When Zubaydah Bābar overheard it, she told Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās not to worry.
I wore the two of them out in one afternoon and they would probably spend the time hiding from my Hindu monster and me.
That brought a laugh all around.
That night we sat, planned, and talked.
We all went to bed fairly early.
I could sense Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s melancholy mood as I got into bed.
I drew up beside her and snuggled close.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās clung to me for the emotional warmth.
We lay together for a while just touching and then I told her,
“I’m glad you’re going to stay. I was going to ask you to spend the summer at least.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me in the darkness,
“I didn’t know that, or that you felt that way.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, I don’t know what Bābarah Åālamgīr told you about her Ammī and me. In fairness, I never told Bābarah Åālamgīr a lot of it. I just didn’t want her to be caught in the middle. But I loved her Ammī when we got living in Live in relationship and as things went on I suffered one disappointment after another until she was so emotionally cold toward me I gave up. It hurt me a lot. Therefore, I guess I am not going to allow myself to get hurt again. I care for you a lot and I can’t describe how glad I am to have a chance to let this develop into something nice. You just have to give me lots of time and let me go slow.”
It was more than I had bared my soul to anyone in many years and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās sensed the truth behind the words and the pain.
She pulled me close and held me and while she did, she felt warmth from me.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās felt it spread across her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
She also felt me relax in her embrace in a way she never had before, as if I were surrendering.
While we had had sex a lot and even made love in a guarded way, tonight she offered herself to me again, not her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body but herself and I accepted and opened myself a little bit so she could see in and see the loneliness.
Then Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās made love to me like never before.
Slowly and comfortably, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās took me and it lasted hours until we both fell asleep exhausted.
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