I smiled at Lubnā Salīm.
“Where is Muħammad Ashfāq, by the way?” I asked.
“Still at Åāliyah Fārūq and Åbdul Waħīd‘s place,” Lubnā Salīm said. “He wanted to give us time alone together. Shall I call him and tell him to come home?”
I nodded gravely.
I hated to cuckold anyone.
I wanted to talk with Muħammad Ashfāq.
When Muħammad Ashfāq returned to the condo, he found the living room empty.
“Hello, I’m home,” he called out.
“We’re in the bedroom, honey. Come on in!” his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife replied.
Lubnā Salīm was already naked.
She was kneeling in front of me, pulling my briefs down to my ankles.
She looked at my penis and giggled.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! My God, Muħammad Ashfāq, Durgesh is completely soft and bigger than you are completely hard! Moreover, Durgesh is already sixty five. Can you believe it ever, dear?”
At about 6.5 inches soft, my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund arched away from my abdomen, hanging heavily between my legs.
Lubnā Salīm started stroking the smooth Hindu skin, turning me toward the bed so that she could sit on the edge and be at a better height.
She took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and started sucking it while she twirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue around the Hindu head.
I looked down as the petite redhead caressed my Uncut Hindu Cock as it started to swell and harden.
Lubnā Salīm was slender and athletic, with a flat, tight stomach yet big Musalmān breasts.
I saw that each of her pink nipples had been pierced with a small silver barbell.
I stiffened at the sight and the sensation of Lubnā Salīm’s mouth, stretched to its limit, sliding up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock, taking me deeper with each stroke.
“Muħammad Ashfāq, get naked and get over here,” Lubnā Salīm commanded.
Muħammad Ashfāq obliged, tossing his clothes in a heap on the floor. “Lie on your back with your head toward the edge of the bed,” Lubnā Salīm said, and Muħammad Ashfāq complied.
Lubnā Salīm stopped sucking my big Uncut Hindu Cock for a moment as she straddled Muħammad Ashfāq’s face and lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to his mouth, then resumed her oral attention to the now fully-erect 10 inch Hindu monster as Muħammad Ashfāq eagerly began licking his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
After a few minutes, Lubnā Salīm squeezed my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, looked up at me and said,
“Fuck me now,” as she moved off Muħammad Ashfāq’s head and lay down on the bed.
Muħammad Ashfāq stood, walked to a chair, pulled it close to the bed and then sat in.
I lay carefully between Lubnā Salīm’s legs and rubbed the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, wet with Muħammad Ashfāq’s saliva and her own lubrication.
I noticed that her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was shaved completely bare except for a small triangle of bright red pubic hair higher up on her lower abdomen, like an arrow pointing the way below.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot open and slid the head in, then began to push forward.
To my surprise, Lubnā Salīm opened and took me into herself, gripping my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly as I entered.
With a hard push, I slid in all the way, Lubnā Salīm issuing a long, low groan as I filled her.
I slowly stroked my big Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my diminutive bed partner, amazed that she seemed to be taking all of me so well.
I raised her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks slightly and pushed even deeper.
“Ohhh, Durgesh, Allah, you feel amazing,” Lubnā Salīm moaned. “My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is so completely full of your stunning Uncut Hindu Cock!” She felt overwhelmed as her Hindu lover rode her steadily, pumping myself in and out of her.
All of a sudden, Lubnā Salīm felt the rush of an orgasm approach seemingly out of nowhere.
It overwhelmed her in an instant, sending shock waves from her head to her toes, which were curling so hard they almost cramped.
“Allah! Oh God, Måshā Allah, oh God, Subħān Allah, oh God,” she grunted like a Mantr as her orgasm crested, receded and then crested again.
Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot spasmed on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, but I simply continued to push in and out in the same slow steady motion.
I suddenly gripped her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks in one arm and lifted up, rolling over onto my back, whereupon I spun her around so she was facing her husband, her beautiful Musalmān legs spread wide so that Muħammad Ashfāq could see her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as it was engorged with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Lubnā Salīm rode up and down as I lifted her by her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my God, Muħammad Ashfāq, I’m so full of Durgesh’s huge Uncut Hindu Lund,” she moaned. “You’ve never filled me up like this ― it’s sooo good. Can you see your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot filled up with Durgesh’s big Hindu bull Uncut Hindu Cock? Well? Can you?”
Muħammad Ashfāq nodded, mesmerized by what he was seeing.
Lubnā Salīm smiled viciously.
“How do you like being a cuckold, Muħammad Ashfāq? How do you like seeing your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife cuckold you with a Hindu man?”
Muħammad Ashfāq stammered an incoherent response, then took a breath and said clearly,
“It’s amazing, Wallah, just amazing.”
Lubnā Salīm started to orgasm a second time, fucking My unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund harder and harder.
“Oh watch, Muħammad Ashfāq, I’m coming again!” she groaned, losing herself in the moment as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamped down hard on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
For the first time, I felt a twinge of an orgasm lurking in the background, and grunted as I did.
Lubnā Salīm, sensing it, started to fuck me harder.
“Cum in me, Durgesh,” she wailed. “Fill my tight white Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb with your Hindu cum!”
Her orgasm simply went on and on, as I thrust up into her as she pushed herself back down.
She felt me get even harder and knew she was about to get her wish.
I let myself go, pumping faster and faster into Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as I felt my climax building at the base of my spine.
Finally, with a guttural roar, I erupted with jet after jet of hot Hindu sperm shooting out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and into Lubnā Salīm’s ardent Musalmān womb.
Lubnā Salīm was screaming as I climaxed, finally sinking back down onto me in sheer orgasmic exhaustion.
I slowly lifted her off my still turgid Uncut Hindu Cock, leaning her back so my cum would not run out all at once.
I carefully placed Lubnā Salīm on the edge of the bed with her beautiful Musalmān legs splayed wide apart.
Lubnā Salīm slowly stroked her Musalmān clitoris and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips, feeling electric jolts as she did so.
Then she looked at her cuckold Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ashfāq, and grinned wickedly.
“Look at my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, Muħammad Ashfāq. I’m just gaping wide open.” She contracted her vaginal muscles and a steady thick stream of my Hindu semen started to flow out. “Look at all this Hindu cum, baby,” she said. “Your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s flooded with Hindu bull semen and you’re now a cuckold. And I think you love it as much as I do.”
Muħammad Ashfāq could only nod at first, but eventually choked out his reply.
He laughed even entirely unashamed of anything.
“Yes,” Muħammad Ashfāq said, “yes, I do love being cuckolded by a huge Hindu bull Uncut Hindu Cock. It’s amazing.”
Lubnā Salīm smiled, seeing Muħammad Ashfāq’s erection.
“Poor baby needs relief,” she said. “Come over here and lick my used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.”
Her husband needed no encouragement and approached the bed, slipping his tongue into her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
He groaned as he felt how loose Lubnā Salīm was, and how slippery she felt.
“I can’t really feel your tongue in me, sweetie, but you just go ahead and lick me anyway.”
A minute later, Muħammad Ashfāq was already shooting his own cum out of Lubnā Salīm‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while I beaming gathered my clothes together and slipped out of the bedroom.
“See you tomorrow,” Lubnā Salīm called out as I left.*
I smiled, holding Al Furqān Al Firdaus close afterward.
“Tomorrow we’ll deal with the repercussions. I know there’ll be some of them. I’m not stupid.”
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, sighed.
She fell silent for a few minutes.
I was starting to nod off when she shook her head.
“What?” I asked.
“You do realize that what we’re doing is incest?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “And you want to know the sick part?”
“What?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“The knowledge is only making it better,” I answered.
“For me too,” she admitted, almost too softly for me to hear. “And I’m the Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum. I know better.”
“So do I,” I shrugged. “I’m myself not an inexperienced kid. I’m the father in law, am I not?”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus laughed sarcastically.
We fell silent for a while.
“So much for being a good Musalmān girl,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed eventually.
“Hey, we didn’t plan this. It just happened,” I said. “There’s no sense is beating ourselves up after the fact.”
“It had to stop,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said.
“I agree,” I said.
“And you can’t sleep here tonight,” she added.
“I know,” I said. “I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. Right after I take a shower.”
“Good,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, but I thought I heard a tinge of disappointment in her voice.
“You know Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” I said innocently. “I bet you could use a shower too, and your bathroom had the nice big walk in one.”
She looked at me and smiled slowly.
“Yes, it does,” she said. “I think I’ll use it first. You wait here. In addition, Wallāh, don’t you dare come in! I’m Al Furqān Al Firdaus, still your Bahū Bégum. And it would be wrong!”
I smiled sarcastically myself now.
I watched her walk to her bathroom and smiled once more.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was seriously hot.
I’d always known it, but it never really registered until now.
Watching her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass wiggle, as she walked, made my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund stir despite my last orgasm.
I waited a few minutes until I heard her in the shower and then went to the door.
I turned the knob and it opened.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus hadn’t locked the door.
I smiled widely and went in.
“Oh Durgesh! What am I going to do with you?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked, hiding a smile.
She was standing under the shower as the water cascaded down her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body.
I shook my head as I watched.
“I have a few ideas,” I replied moving toward Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
“Don’t you dare!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “You can’t come in here!”
Yet, I noticed she moved back from the door to give me room.
“Sālī! We’ll see about that!” I snapped, opening the door and stepping in.
I took nude Al Furqān Al Firdaus into my Hindu arms and kissed her roughly, as she started fighting me.
Oddly enough, despite her resisting me, somehow her hand found my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth.
This continued for some time.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, I want your excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass again!” I growled when I couldn’t take it any longer.
“No!” she cried, spinning away from me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus ended up standing on her toes with her hands against one of the shower walls.
I looked at her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass and shook my head.
It was round and full.
My mouth literally watered.
“Please don’t kiss me down there again!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, letting me know what she wanted.
I dropped to my knees and kissed her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass cheeks, one by one, several times.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried out and thrust her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass out further, giving me better access.
She was more than ready already, but I took my time.
Her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass tasted amazing on my lips and she clearly like how it felt.
“What are you doing?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried as I stood and pushed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund against the entrance to her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
“Taking a good Musalmān girl and making her my hyper sexual!” I growled.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, fighting me.
I crushed her against the shower wall and shoved my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deep into her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
I started riding Al Furqān Al Firdaus slowly.
Eventually she stopped fighting me.
I took her hair and pulled it into a ponytail.
Then I moved it to one side, giving me access to the back of her neck.
It was pale white because Al Furqān Al Firdaus always wore her hair down.
I kissed it.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus squirmed under me.
I kissed it and her squirms became more pronounced.
“What are you doing?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
The answer came without me realizing it.
“Marking what’s mine! Marking my hyper sexual!” I growled and started kissing hard on Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s neck.
The mark I would leave wouldn’t be seen by anyone else as long as she wore her hair down, but we’d both know it was there.
It was something that would last beyond tonight.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but she pushed her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass back hard against my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, forcing it in even deeper.
It meant Al Furqān Al Firdaus loved it actually.
“Yes!” I snapped, pulling back and looking at my handiwork.
She was marked, but it wasn’t dark enough.
I kissed her neck again.
“Durgesh, you are making us Musalmān girls very happy nowadays!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus gasped.
“I’d settle for you today!” I growled.
“I am happy!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned. “It’s been so long since I had a real man and no one had ever gotten to me like you do!”
“Not even my damn fool criminal Musalmān stepson?” I asked.
“Not even him! He specifically never.” she groaned.
I could feel her fingers brush my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund as she played with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
She was getting close.
So was I.
I took Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s hips and started riding her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass hard.
She moaned loudly and came.
I continued to stroke in and out of her until she was done.
After that, I pulled out and spun her toward me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes flashed hungrily as I pushed down on her shoulders.
She dropped to her knees and reached for my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, but I stopped her.
I held her head with one hand at arms distance and pointed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund at her with the other as I brought myself to orgasm.
“Sālī! Open your mouth!” I demanded.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus did as she continued to watch me hungrily.
The first few ropes of my Hindu cum sprayed into her open Musalmān mouth.
Some of it made it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, but obviously not enough for my Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
She pushed my hand away from and fell on my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth until I was done.
“You need to go,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said once I was able to half focus again.
“You’re mine,” I said, still a little blurred from my lust. “I marked you.”
“I remember,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “And I am yours, for tonight.”
“For as long as that mark remains,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus shook her head.
“I thought we agreed that this was just for tonight?” she asked.
My mind was finally functioning again, but that didn’t make me want to agree with her.
“It’s the smart thing to do,” I said, standing up straight.
I was a good five inches taller than Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?) was.
She looked up into my eyes nervously.
“But I’m not giving this up. I’m not giving you up.”
“And if I don’t want this to happen again?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“I’ll take you against your will,” I shrugged. “And you’ll love it.”
“I know you don’t mean that. You would never force me if I really didn’t want to.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus” I sighed, looking at her. “I’m not sure if that’s true with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” she said. “Go get some sleep.”
“Okay,” I said, but my mind wandered.
My concern must have been plain on my face, because Al Furqān Al Firdaus took my chin and made me look into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Durgesh, don’t worry,” she said with a gentle smile. “I know you better than you know yourself. You really wouldn’t force me.”
“I hope you’re right,” I sighed.
“I am,” she said confidently, and then added more softly, “But even if I weren’t it wouldn’t matter. I’ll always want you. I just don’t think it’s the right thing to do.”
“It isn’t,” I agreed, relaxing slightly. “And you’re right. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I kissed Al Furqān Al Firdaus one more time and slipped out of the shower.
I dried myself quickly and grabbed my sweats and tee shirt off the floor in her bedroom.
I put them on quickly and took one last look at Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s bed before leaving.
It was rumpled and stained with our pleasure.
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Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān waited impatiently for the reply.
It never came.
Perhaps the person, who was playing the game, was afraid of her that she was after him/her to know his/her identity.
It was natural there couldn’t be any reply whatsoever.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān went to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, the lawyer, instead of directly approaching me.
However, she knew very well, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was an integral part of HVSI Law Internationals now.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī called in the postal authorities.
The postal authorities went to work.
The letters continued to come, as if the sender took her action as a challenge and accepted it, instead of being afraid of.
It was impossible for the postal authorities, however, to get any proof.
The person mailing the letters evidently wore gloves.
There was never as much as the smudge of a fingerprint that could be developed in iodine vapor.
The envelopes were mailed in drop boxes in various parts of Ved Nagar.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s name and address had been set in type on a small but efficient printing machine, such as those frequently given children for Eīdul Fitr.
At the suggestion of Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s divorced wife, was consulted.
She was living with me in Ved Nagar.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus remembered having given Muħammad Jamīl, the child, a very expensive computerized mini printing press for Eīdul Fitr for the year before.
Muħammad Jamīl had taken it with him when he went to visit his Abbū, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān.
It was still there.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān had, it seemed, enjoyed the press even more than his son had.
This information gave Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī ground for jubilation, triumph.
“Now we’ll get the bastard,” she gloated.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān made an affidavit against her elder brother that he was torturing her mentally only because Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān loved me, a Hindu, her brother despised very much communally.
He used to call me Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scornfully.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī handled it from there.
The police served a search warrant on Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān.
The said printing press was located without difficulty.
From its condition, however, it was evident it hadn’t been used in some time.
Moreover, the experts gave it as their opinion that the envelopes had most certainly not been addressed on that press.
It didn’t have the font used in printing those letters and envelopes.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān was on bail.
He was excessively polite to the police officers.
“I am not crazy enough to defame my own younger sister and thus consequently myself too. Can’t everyone see it’s a work of someone, who wants to defame and disgrace my Musalmān houseladies and me?”
His ex-wife, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, smiled cunningly.
“He is a pervert, as the so many Pseudo Musalmīn are ever. Allah never forgives the Pseudo Musalmīn for their ever disguised blasphemy. The bastards ever misuse the immensely sacred name of Islam for their ever perverted Pseudo Isālm. Allah punishes them by making them bisexual, gay and cuckold.”
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān commented ironically.
“Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus’s Allah is perhaps Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. It’s her theory that any Musalmān that’s not true in his conviction to Islam is Pseudo Musalmān and Allah punishes such Pseudo Musalmīn by making them bisexual, transgender, gay and cuckold.”
“You don’t think it’s true?” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus smiled sympathetically.
“Most of the Musalmīn don’t think it’s true.” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said gravely.
“You mean most of the Pseudo Musalmīn don’t think it’s true?” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus laughed patronizingly.
“I don’t think they are Pseudo Musalmīn.” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said curtly, “It’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her lady bandits say.”
“I sympathize with you Pseudo Musalmīn, because they are you that are being punished by Allah in this way, by making them bisexual, gay and cuckold, I mean. Allah Ħāfiz, anyway.” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus said sweetly.
“Allah Ħāfiz,” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said curtly and slammed the receiver.*
No one knew how the name of Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was mentioned in connection with it.
Neither any one knew who mentioned it.
However, when the police asked,
“Do you suspect your psychiatrist ex-fiancee, Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ might be behind it to defame and disgrace your Musalmān houseladies and you?”
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said sophisticatedly,
“I don’t think so. The women are softies. Except Musalmīn alone most of the mankind even is softie, or it wants to display itself to be so ostensibly. She could not understand why it’s necessary for me to discipline my son, Muħammad Jamīl, the seven years old child. I’m surprised to the question. I don’t think Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ could fall to such an indignity. We had been engaged. I was quite fond of her.”
“Why the engagement had broken?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked gravely, sympathetically, ostensibly at least.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān wasn’t a damn fool enough to think ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was really sympathetic to him.
He knew she was one of the greatest fans of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her lady bandits and Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet, she never approved of Triple Society.
Her concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah wasn’t as violent as that of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her lady bandits, after all.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her lady bandits scorned Pseudo Musalmān actually, while ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was sophisticated somewhat, ostensibly at least, even if not actually.
“The engagement had been broken over a rather minor matter.” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān smiled as if he was the victim of her injustice. However, he didn’t want to talk of it, “Dr. Ms. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was working altogether too hard. Naturally, she had been under great nervous tension. She had not been like herself for some weeks before the engagement was broken. If there is still anything I can do, ma’am ACP, I want it understood definitely that I’m willing to help at any time whatsoever.”
“I see,” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl could not help herself from being sarcastic, “How nice of you.”
“Nothing at all, ma’am. I would be only too glad to render any assistance whatsoever in tracking down the scoundrel(s) who are annoying my younger sister, psychiatrist Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. The police are welcome to drop in at any time. As far as I’m concerned, the police never need any search warrant even. Despite all the adverse deliberate publicity against us so called Pseudo Musalmīn, by Her Excellency Kħātūn-e-Jannat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her lady bandits, we Musalmīn are too law abiding citizens. My door would always be open to the authorities. Would you please convey my sincere sympathy to my younger psychiatrist sister, Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān? I have tried to call her myself a dozen times, but she had hung up as soon as she recognized my voice.”
It wasn’t until Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus called her that Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān smiled cunningly.
“Was it the printing press?” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus asked Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“No,” Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, “The press was there all right but it hadn’t been used for some time.”
“That’s just like the bastard,” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus said, “I know exactly how his ever communal dirty shrewd Pseudo Musalmān mind works. He saw Muħammad Jamīl’s press. He then went out and got one similar to it, but with different fonts. Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān probably printed about two hundred envelopes in advance, then he took the press out on his yacht and dropped it overboard. He knew you’d suspect him; that you’d find out about Muħammad Jamīl’s press and get a search warrant―that’s his way of showing you how diabolically clever he is despite the adverse reputation of general Pseudo Musalmīn.”
She looked at Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ,
“I’m surprised you went with him as long as you did without recognizing the sort of man he is beneath his mask.”
Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ resented Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus’s tone,
“At least I found out in time to avoid marrying him.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus laughed.
“You were smarter than I was.” She admitted, “I was communal somewhat perhaps. I deliberately scorned marrying any non-Muslim those days. Allah punished me for it. Now, I believe Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors are correct. Never marry any Muslim bastard. So many other Hindus are there, even if particularly Durgesh is not available to some unlucky Muslimah.”
Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ too laughed bitterly.
“Nevertheless, you’ll remember I dropped you a note telling you not to be fooled.”
Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ said somewhat ruefully, repentantly.
“I thought it was the result of your jealousy that I succeeded where you failed. Sorry.”
“Allah, Heavens, I’m happily in Live In Relationship with Durgesh now. I was trying to save you from what I’d gone through with him. If I could only get the sole custody of Muħammad Jamīl, my son, I wouldn’t want anything more.”*
Åāliyah Fārūq had disabused me of that notion.
“You wouldn’t be causing a problem,” she’d said, “you’d be solving one. I love Åbdul Waħīd to pieces, but he’s just not getting it done in the bedroom. We need someone to help out. Besides, I’ve always been curious about Hindu men.”
“I’m not about to start messing with cheating Musalmān wives, Åāliyah Fārūq,” I had explained.
Åāliyah Fārūq had laughed.
“Cheating? Who said anything about cheating? Åbdul Waħīd brought it up in the first place, and he sure as hell plans on watching you fuck me.”
“I see. So you’re swingers?” I asked.
“No, honey, we’re not swingers. We want to try out cuckolding,” Åāliyah Fārūq replied.
She’d gone on to explain that Åbdul Waħīd didn’t want to fuck someone else’s wife, he wanted a guy to fuck Åāliyah Fārūq while he watched.
So later than night, I had fucked the lovely young Musalmān blonde to the point of exhaustion while Åbdul Waħīd had watched and jerked off.
When I left, Åbdul Waħīd had thanked me profusely and made arrangements for another encounter over the next weekend.
I had quickly found that the notion of fucking an attractive, young, married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman appealed to his libido.
It wasn’t just fucking hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot I liked, it was fucking hot white married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
In front of the perverted/cuckold Musalmān husband.
It was like Viagra.
The role of handsome hung Hindu bull fit me like a glove, and I soon discovered that fulfilling Åāliyah Fārūq and Åbdul Waħīd’s expectations of deep, dark taboo jungle love was as entertaining to me as it was arousing to Åbdul Waħīd.
The actual problem was that the Pseudo Musalmīn themselves loved to be cuckolded to their ever dominating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives and me/their Hindu lover/Live In Relationship partner.
They needed Stavans/Meditation with Constant Positive Thinking actually to get their confidence and manhood back.
It wasn’t possible due to several communal/religious/social reasons.
The main reason, none wanted to be true to accept, was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She wanted them Cuckold to compel them to establish Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
“She hates Pseudo Musalmīn even more than even Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshah Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar did. He forced Pseudo Musalmīn to marry their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughters/sisters to marry Hindus. Yet, even he didn’t cuckold them. Whereas Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is running Seven Movements including Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Movement.” I said curtly.
“Well,” Åbdul Waħīd smiled feigning gravity, “we don’t think there’s anything wrong in it.”
I gazed at him contemptuously.
There wasn’t any use of arguing with Åbdul Waħīd.
He had already fallen beneath it.
Åāliyah Fārūq was lying on her back with her legs spread and My Hindu cum load was leaking from her gaping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot when Åbdul Waħīd had first asked me if I thought I could handle another white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
“We have some close friends, Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq, who live in the building,” Åbdul Waħīd said. “Åāliyah Fārūq’s been telling Lubnā Salīm about what an amazing Hindu lover you are, and Lubnā Salīm told Åāliyah Fārūq she was interested.”
“I see,” I smiled meaningfully.
“Lubnā Salīm’s really cute. She’s a tiny little redhead. You’d love fucking her,” Åāliyah Fārūq chimed in, playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund, entirely unashamed of herself. “Why don’t we all have a dinner and we can explain how things work. I love being your hot white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, but I’m feeling guilty keeping that magnificent Uncut Hindu Lund all to myself.”
“Besides,” Åbdul Waħīd joined in, “Åāliyah Fārūq and I really get turned on by the idea of turning Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq out as an Uncut Hindu Lund cuckold couple. It feels like we’re corrupting them.”
I laughed and agreed to the meeting.
However, I suspected Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was behind it somewhere, somehow.
Åāliyah Fārūq and Åbdul Waħīd were actually members of her Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Movement.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really establishing seriously her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
She wasn’t kidding anyone in the matter at all.
Åāliyah Fārūq too hadn’t been kidding when she had described Lubnā Salīm as “tiny.”
I towered over the 4 foot 11 inch Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān redhead, who giggled when I took her small hand in my hand to shake it.
“If everything else about you is this big, I’m in trouble,” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān redhead chirped.
I liked her immediately.
She’d worn her red hair in a pixy cut.
Coupled with her pouty red lips, alabaster skin and slightly upturned nose, the overall effect made her look like a woodland sprite.
Her easy laughter and constant smile did nothing to dispel the image.
Over drinks, I learned that Lubnā Salīm had been a gymnast and ballet dancer but had switched to elementary education when she’d torn her ACL as a college freshman.
“Besides,” she said with a laugh, “there isn’t a ballet company in the country that wants a sub-five feet redhead in the corps de ballet. All for the best anyway. I love teaching kids.”
Her husband Muħammad Ashfāq was a graphics designer and artist, who’d converted one of the bedrooms in their unit into a painting studio.
He was slender and dark haired, which curled over his collar, looking every bit the moody, struggling artist.
When I had suggested that it must be difficult to make a living as a painter, Lubnā Salīm had laughed.
“Don’t let the ‘suffering artist’ look fool you. Muħammad Ashfāq does quite nicely with graphics design and his parents left him very well off,” she said. “We live comfortably on Muħammad Ashfāq’s graphics income and my salary as a teacher. The painting’s his avocation.”
The dinner went extremely well.
Åāliyah Fārūq had seated Lubnā Salīm and me next to each other, with Muħammad Ashfāq across the table.
Wine flowed freely and Muħammad Ashfāq and I spent most of the dinner in an intense discussion about stock market forecasting, investment strategies, hedge funds, and metals futures.
Lubnā Salīm spent most of the dinner running her left hand first up and down my right thigh and then up and down my Hindu crotch.
At the end of the evening, I stood.
“Thanks for a wonderful dinner, Åāliyah Fārūq,” I said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
I shook Åbdul Waħīd’s hand and nodded to Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq. “Nice to meet you both.”
As soon as I was out the door, Lubnā Salīm hurried to join me, slipping her arm through mine.
“Why don’t you walk me home,” she suggested, seductively, meaningfully.
I smiled and looked at her husband, Muħammad Ashfāq.
Muħammad Ashfāq laughed.
“You don’t need my permission, Durgesh. She is entirely capable to take her own decisions. Sorry to say it, but actually you Hindus are more possessive of your wives than we Musalmīn are. Islam is liberal enough to permit divorce if the spouses have too many differences to the extent they can’t live with each other any more.”
“Islam concentrates on liberty more, Hinduism concentrates on family more. If you want a strong family, you have to sacrifice your liberty for it. If you want a greater liberty, you have to sacrifice your family for it. It depends on what you need more, your family or your liberty.”
Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“Hey, don’t preach your Hinduism to my ardent Musalmān husband, you Hindu scoundrel. Let him remain Musalmān, please!”
Muħammad Ashfāq laughed.
“I love my Īmān even more than my life, Lubnā Salīm. Don’t worry. The entire history of us Musalmān mankind stands to evidence that we Musalmīn always sacrificed everything, including our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives, and our families too, to save our Īmān. It’s better to lose our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife and family even than to lose our Īmān itself. We Musalmīn always let Hindus fuck our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives even, instead of letting Hindus fuck our Īmān itself.”
Lubnā Salīm looked at her proud arrogant Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ashfāq, proudly.
“I’m proud of you, Muħammad Ashfāq.”
“Thank you, Lubnā Salīm, my dear beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife.”
I could not believe what I was listening to.
But that’s what I was listening to from entire Musalmīn ever since my childhood.
They had their own kind of morals throughout their own history and they loved their morals more than their own life even.
I had to admit Hindus were not so dedicated to their morals.
The Hindus were better in sex, but the Musalmīn were better in morals.
I once more realized it.
Surprisingly, I respected Musalmīn more for it, than I respected Hindus even.
Saiyadah Fatimah PhD, my ardent Musalmān wife and my infinite Musalmān women even, never agreed with me.
Well, they too had their own morals.
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