Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39,
And Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20,
All the three were my practical wives while I was already sixty then.
Actually Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, had me first.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was her daughter in law actually.
And, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl was her granddaughter.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, her Bahū Bégam, actually blackmailed her mother in law, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, was startled.
“What? You want to cheat my son, Aħmad Kamāl?”
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, smiled.
She didn’t say anything.
Only watched my legendary Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,’s still ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, significantly, sarcastically.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl was furious.
“Don’t watch it like a she hawk. You are entirely twenty one years younger than Durgesh.”
There was intense venom and scorn in her voice, for her Bahū Bégam.
She never thought she was also enjoying me out of wedlock.
If it was moral why it was immoral that her daughter in law was watching her enjoying sex with me and not even ashamed of her act.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl expected respect from her Bahū Bégam still now.
She expected her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, must respect her, even now, as she was respectful to her until now.
She must have respected her privacy with me.
Even if she had seen it, she must have ignored it and made a respectful exit from there.
Instead, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, was trying to blackmail her, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl?
Was Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl crazy?
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl could not bear it any more.
She ordered her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, ultimately.
“Go away. Don’t you have etiquette enough, not to watch your mother in law in her intimate moments with her man?”
“I never watched you, Ammī, with Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl.” Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl said obediently and respectfully perfectly.
“Well, I said, ‘with my man’, not with my impotent husband’.”*
There was no more splashing, no more hanging against the side of the yacht.
Then there was the noise of confusion as doors opened and closed.
There was the sound of tense voices, hurrying feet.
“Did you scream?” I asked the stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty I was holding in my arms.
“I went there myself hearing it.” she smiled disarmingly, but there wasn’t anyone.”
“Then what about the scream we heard?”
“Your security persons were there. They were talking of a young woman who thought someone was behind her. She screamed. The security persons found no one when they searched the vicinity.”
She was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Sorry, I’ve to have firsthand information from my security itself.”
She smiled at me seductively.
“Oh, sure. I understand. Go ahead.”
“Won’t you care to introduce yourself, if you don’t mind?” I smiled seductively myself.*
The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty smiled.
“I’m Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
“Glad to meet you.”
“Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālājān. Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālāzād sister, my cousin actually.”
“I have a vague remembrance that I’ve seen you with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl.”
“Thank you for remembering me.” She kept smiling, “May I get the honor of sucking the great Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis?”
“You are already playing with it. Go ahead. It’s not actually that I’m honoring you. It’s my pleasure instead. I’m being honored. Thank you.”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“I’m honored. Thank you. The pleasure is certainly mine. You have really broken all the conventions. The parents are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved Just Eighteen Just Adult daughters on their eighteenth birthday. Isn’t it a miracle? The husbands are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved wives on their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their Golden Night even, on anniversaries and other memorable events too to make them more memorable.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol unzipped me, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out, kissed it respectfully, licked it and then swallowed entirely into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
My security was in action still now.
The deck was flooded with illumination now.
Yet, it did not stop Al Zohrah Al Bittol from sucking my Uncut Hindu Prick.
Instead, she was sucking it now more excited.
Was she an exhibitionist?
I could not decide.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl appeared there suddenly.
“Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was on board.”
“What?” I was all alert suddenly.
“The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty that’s sucking you now so indebted, so gratefully, is actually one of the present four wives of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Her name is Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
I watched Al Zohrah Al Bittol gravely now.
“She has told me her name.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol increased the speed of sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t get away with it by only sucking your Uncut Hindu Penis.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl shouted, “Your new Musalmān girlfriend has killed her husband, do you knowwwwww?”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol looked at me gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn have framed me deliberately, Durgesh darling. Your so called innocent Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was actually helping them.”
“Shut up.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said coldly, “I know your story now. What the hell do you think? You stunning Musalmān Beauties, you stunning Musalmān houseladies, can get away with murders even, only because Durgesh loves to fuck you?”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol winked at her.
“You can’t arrest me, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
“Why? Because you are sucking Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked her sarcastically.
“Because I had already anticipated it. I’ve taken anticipatory bail already.”
“I know.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly, “Why the hell are you here on the deck?”
“Tut tut tut. Warn me first, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, that anything I may say may be used against me.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me angrily.
“She is already speaking your legal language. What the hell you do? As soon as they take your Uncut Hindu Penis in their hands and mouth they suddenly become unapproachable legally.”
“Give her your version of the events, Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
Someone had thrown over a life preserver with a carbide canister attached.
A brilliant white light spread over the surface of the water.
It illuminated the life preserver, the water around the ship.
It threw against the heavy wall of fog a strange, distorted shadow of the ship running to the disputed island.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were representing Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned me. He was extremely excited.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, He said he needed his gun. He said it was on the top of the dresser. He requested me to bring the gun to him on the deck.”
“I see.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled sarcastically patiently.
“Where the hell from was he telephoning to you?”
“He said he was telephoning from the bow of the ship.”
“How can I? All I know what he said to me.”
“You had recognized his voice?”
“He was my husband. Wasn’t he? Can’t I recognize even my own husband’s voice?” Al Zohrah Al Bittol asked ACP Suraiyā Jamāl bitterly.
“That’s what I am asking you myself.”
“She is already biased against me, Durgesh. Don’t you see?”
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is right, Suraiyā .” I said gravely, “You are a police officer. Act properly. If Al Zohrah Al Bittol can prove you act biased against her, you can be prosecuted for misusing your powers. She is too a taxpayer. You have to protect her civilian rights too.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me sarcastically.
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is a Kħālāzād cousin of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, do you know?”*
I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
“Suraiyā,” I said patiently, “How many times I have told you not to be prejudiced, even infinitesimally, against any one you suspect. You are not a judge, you are only a police officer. I’ve told you already, she has met me now. How can she tell me how many Kħālāzād, Māmūzād, Buāzād, Chachāzād etc. sisters she does have?”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Be blind deliberately as much as the damn you want to be, only because she is extremely beautiful and she is fucking you now herself to protect herself. I’m not a man, thanks, thanks God, Allah. She can’t blind me.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“She is jealous of me, Durgesh.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled bitterly.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told you he was telephoning you from the bow of the ship?”
“He said it was a matter of life and death for him. I had to come fast with his revolver.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, fucking me savagely now.
Her bottom was moving up and down on my Uncut Hindu Penis, taking it into her Musalmān Cunt every time when it was down.
“What did you do when he asked you to do so?”
“I jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on.”
“So that you can fuck Durgesh sooner to win him on your side?”
“So that I can save him before it’s too late, if it was really a matter of life and death for him.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said curtly.
“How nice of you.”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said tersely, “How nice of me! Why the hell are you questioning me if you are so prejudiced against me already?”
“Oh, it’s routine, Umm-Al-Åālmīn.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl answered exaggerating her politeness ironically, “How lucky you are that you are extraordinary stunning. If you weren’t, you couldn’t have fucking Durgesh and I would have arrested you easily.”
“I sympathize with you, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
Suddenly, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s cellular phone rang.
“Yes, SP Zubaydah Bābar, Have you got the fingerprints report? Okay. That’s fine. Nice job, so fast. Congrats. Tell me what did you find? Any of the receivers had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s fingerprints?”*
I felt a feminine palm on my arm.
I looked at her.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was still visiting the triumphant Musalmān Cunt of Al Zohrah Al Bittol vigorously.
It was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was dressed in pajamas and slippers, bundling a robe around her.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t alone.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was also with her.
I watched both of them.
They were more understanding than the rest of them.
Moreover, they both knew it was not actually the disputed island only that we were on this yacht now.
It was actually the excuse only.
The Pseudo Musalmīn were trying to make even Ved Nagar hot for Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had already ‘exiled’ him from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
She thought only Ved Nagar could protect her Abbū now from the ever crazy Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn.
“What happened?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
“What do you know yourself? Tell me first.” I said gravely, “Then I’d tell you what I know, but you don’t.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me, ignoring that I was entirely nude now on my back, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was nude too entirely, she was straddling me and fucking me wildly.
It was routine in Ved Nagar, and in my daily life too.
“I heard someone shout ‘Man Overboard’ and a splash.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Did you hear a shot?” I asked.
“I heard an explosion of some sort.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, watching me prudently.
She could not believe it could happen on my ship, without any prior information to me.
What the hell was happening?
Was Durgesh himself playing a deep game to protect someone?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t be murdered in this way on Durgesh’s yacht.
Even an utmost foolish murderer would never do it, let it be any wife of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself.
She knew Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had especially consulted Durgesh about his utmost greedy relatives.
Was it Durgesh‘s strategy for Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to get rid of his ever greedy relatives?*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly.
“I knew you would advise him something like that.”
She was on her knees and I was fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus from her glorious behind.
I looked at her innocently.
“What the hell are you talking about, my extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was under constant surveillance of our Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement detectives.”
“And you think I didn’t know it?”
“If you knew it why all the strategy ab initio?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me incredulously.
“You and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were planning to declare Al Muħammad Al Qāsim legally incompetent to deal with his own money and assets. He has transferred all of them to his own legal heirs in his will already. He is dead now legally. You can’t get him declared incompetent now. He has gone underground.”
“I never knew you were so afraid of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed triumphantly.
I smiled ironically.
“You call it fear, I call it precaution.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, scornfully.
His brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s money had converted her into an utmost greedy bitch.
He had proposed her to get a divorce from him.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed at his proposal.
“You can’t get away from me, in this way, my dear husband.”
“I’m not your husband any more.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly to her, “Durgesh is your practical husband now.”
“Almost entire Musalmān Beauties, almost entire Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh/other capable Hindus extra martially, because their ever incurable ever religious Musalmān husbands can’t satisfy them sexually…”
“Bosh and nonsense.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs cut her short, “It’s not sex only you Musalmān Beauties, you Musalmān houseladies , are after Durgesh/Hindus for.”
“You want to get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too. You want to get rid of our backward image too. You want to get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs charged his ever shrewd wife scornfully.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled ironically.
“And we should never do it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t answer this blunt question.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“Even if you are right, what’s wrong in it, if we Musalmān Beauties, we Musalmān houseladies, really do it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our backward image if we can get rid of it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too, if we can? Shouldn’t we get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too, if we can? If you don’t want to get rid of these images, it’s alright with us. We are not compelling you to do it. Then why do you criticize us? Are we your slaves, not your Musalmān houseladies?”*
As soon as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said she had heard an ‘explosion of some sort’, I ordered,
“Rig up the searchlights.”
A man from the top of the pilothouse said,
“I’m getting it, sir.”
The canvas covers were ripped off the searchlights.
A moment later the arcs sputtered into brilliance.
The long shafts of light pushed themselves against the opalescent fog to be swallowed up in milky nothingness.
“Try the stern,” I said, “a little back of that life preserver.”
The searchlights swung out to play on the water around the flare that was attached to the life preserver.
A small boat splashed into the water.
There was the sound of oars and a boat rowed rapidly down the stream, then turned and came back against the current.
A man standing in the bow bent down, searching the water by the aid of a beam from a five cell hand flashlight.
“Let’s get everyone on deck. Find out if anyone’s missing as ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is claiming that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is. Let’s confirm what’s actually happened.”
I turned at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Have you seen anyone else?”
“A man standing in the stern. I take it he was one of the crew.”
“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol significantly, “A woman running down the deck, clad in her night clothes.”
“Do you know her?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pointed at Al Zohrah Al Bittol.*
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Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I’m destroying the Musalmīn and the Musalmīn are so foolish that they are calling me Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
“Because you are using your Seven Movements to advertise your extraordinary spiritual capabilities among Musalmīn.” I smiled at her niftily, still fucking Amīnah Zahīr.
“And Musalmīn don’t understand it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“You are shrewd enough to understand the shortcomings of Musalmīn. Most of them are blindly superstitious, because they are Uneducated/Under Educated. The Uneducated/Under Educated Mullahs and Maulavīs oppose their modern education so that their followers may not abandon them. You are influencing the Mullahs and Maulavīs themselves.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan complaining.
“Bājī, I’ve myself seen you and your agents bribing these Mullahs and Maulavīs and other Musalmīn of influence.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched him curtly.
“The problem with Abbū Imām, Durgesh, you and other similar ideologists is, you always argue about means. You never see the practical impossibility of your ever Utopian suggestions.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled at me.
“Jījū, your utmost successful Practical Chief Wife is criticizing even you now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Well, what’s wrong in criticizing him if he is wrong? He never claimed to be Omniscient.”
I smiled merely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan continued to say.
“He himself admits no one is Omniscient except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. He knows so many things more than we do. He has experienced so many incidences than we have. Naturally he understands so many things more than we do, and more deeply too. But that’s all. That’s the limit of your Jījū too. Beyond that he too assesses everything. And his assessment may be wrong too as well as it may be right. Am I right, my love?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at me.
“Right.” I smiled, “Sorry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, I’m too a human being. Even my assessments may be wrong. I too don’t, and can’t, know everything.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“The difference between Abbū Imām and Durgesh is that Abbū Imām is an ideologist only, while Durgesh is a Practical Ideologist. Abbū Imām can dream better but as he is far more behind than Durgesh in both knowledge and experiences, he doesn’t know how to make his dreams true optimum as Durgesh does.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand beamed at me with immense pride.
“But,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unwearyingly, “similarly Durgesh isn’t a woman, is he?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed.
“Jījū is the Absolute Man.”
“Yet, not a woman.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated insistently.
“Therefore he can’t understand what we womankind need actually as optimum as I can.”
“Bājī,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand protested.
“There are so many things, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, that we womankind never tell even our life partners.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me.
I was grave now.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, you believe your Jījū more than you believe your Bājī, don’t you?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched her gravely.
“My morals are more identical with Jījū, Bājī. I never hide it from anyone.”
“You, your Jījū, Abbū Imām, you all never try to understand how to get Pseudo Musalmīn votes. The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually the most confused persons in the Multiverse.”
“I see.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually always the pendulums between True Islam and Pseudo Islam.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr interrupted.
“The police has told me that it isn’t established beyond doubt that the victim of the murderer is Colonel Åbdul Raħmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.
“The police is playing a deep game so that Ved Nagar can’t be held politically responsible for the murder of one of my Commandos. It’s only a razzle dazzle. Both the nations India and Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat do understand they don’t want to antagonize Ved Nagar. They can’t afford it.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr laughed.
“Ved Nagar can do anything?”
“Almost anything.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr looked at Amīnah Zahīr.
“I’m unable to understand, my lady, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is smiling triumphantly however her reliable commando is murdered. The police say they can’t establish beyond doubt that the body is really that of Colonel Åbdul Raħmān. She has deputed Colonel Åbdul Raħmān on some secret mission and Ved Nagar administration itself has helped her, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat actually.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr, you are promoted to be the leader of Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn. Congratulations. You really understand what we do more efficiently than the rest of you.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr bowed half to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, respectfully.
“Shukriyah, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, I own a ranch in Nevada as well as I own a ranch here at Ved Nagar too, both with Durgesh, of course, as you yourself own each and every property you have, with Durgesh, yourself, everywhere, even in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. It’s rather a large holding. Durgesh likes it. I like to live there with Durgesh. Durgesh loves Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies especially. There’s a guest ranch, a so called dude ranch, adjoining our property in Nevada. I find some of the guests women who stay there are rather interesting. It’s unfortunate that they find Durgesh more interesting rather than me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sensitively.
Amīnah Zahīr only kept smiling respectfully.
“As you can well judge yourself, Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, many of these guest Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies, are not there simply because they like the idea of recreation on a guest ranch in Nevada. They are there because they want to establish a six weeks’ residence in order to get a divorce.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim gravely.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim winked at her husband impishly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand averted his eyes hastily to look at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, me and Muħammad bin Qāsim whether anyone of us has noticed it.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was not backward, yet he was relatively more sophisticated than his ever impish ever naughty wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand respected Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me both more.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, instead, always teased both of us.
She was my Sālī after all, my sister in law.
Amīnah Zahīr joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan this time in smiling cunningly as well.
“I am frank to admit that most of those Musalmān Beauties, those Musalmān houseladies, take interest in Durgesh usually, naturally.”
“Naturally?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim nudged me.
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim!” I admonished her.
“Sure,” Amīnah Zahīr said, “yet we can’t blame them. They are there for divorce. It’s obvious they are separated from their husbands already. Consequently, missing sex and a loving masculine attention already for a relatively long time. When they find even Durgesh is available to them, well, they start to enjoy sex with Durgesh sooner or later.”
“Every one of them?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim teased us impishly.
“Almost every one of them.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled sophisticatedly, “Usually, I mean, of course.”
“Of course.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s impish eyes twinkled conspicuously.
Amīnah Zahīr winked at Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim and continued.
“The women who sever their domestic ties go to a state where they have no friends. They find themselves, usually for the first time in years, entirely on their own. They are apt to be lonesome, naturally. Consequently, apt to be seeking companionship too with as powerful a man as they can get. I happen to have a ranch that is accessible. Durgesh happens to be available as an utmost caring, utmost lovable, utmost loyal, utmost reliable, masculine friend. Why the hell they don’t take the advantage of the opportunity?”
“I agree with you, Amīnah Zahīr.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim smiled cunningly.*
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“I had always lived on my ranch and enjoyed it until Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came to Nevada, to establish a residence on this adjoining dude ranch. She liked Durgesh and enjoyed more sex with Durgesh than she had enjoyed with even Abbū Imām, her husband. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was a very determined and a very resourceful woman. She had a very definite plan of operation. We became very good friends gradually. Yet, I had long been for the right sort of investment here in Ved Nagar. Who doesn’t now, if s/he is capable? My real estate broker found this place. It was offered at what I considered a bargain as price go these days. I talked with Durgesh. Durgesh approved my decision. I told my dealer to close the deal without letting the owners even suspect that Durgesh was too involved anywhere. It would have caused the price to go to the sky. The deal was closed very quietly keeping the news as far as possible out of media.
“When our dealer had the property all in escrow, I simply slipped from my ranch in Nevada. Durgesh told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that I had been called away very suddenly on business that would keep me out of state for some time. I would get in touch with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim as an opportunity presented itself. In the meantime I was working on a deal that was so confidential I couldn’t take any chance of having any slip.
“Durgesh and I jumped in our own private plane and flew to Denver. We had to stop for a few hours at our Denver branch office of HVSI Group of Companies, then flew for Ved Nagar. We picked up a new automobile that had been ready for delivery to our order, and came here to this place.
“I was very careful not to let Al Samīnah Al Qāsim know where I was. Durgesh was already available to her in his another body. Why the hell she had to pay any attention to what the damn I was doing? When Durgesh is available himself, the all a Musalmān Beauty, the all a Musalmān houselady is interested ever is undress Durgesh completely, undress herself completely, and enjoy sex with Durgesh as much as she can.”
Amīnah Zahīr was smiling cunningly now.
It was not easy for Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand to believe a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty could be that cunning.
His Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was really transforming the Musalmān Beauties, the Musalmān houseladies, miraculously.
Actually, his Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was herself a miracle after the greater miracle, Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī was following Durgesh step by step very adroitly.
Moreover, she knew very well, very meticulously, where to deviate from Durgesh to transform Musalmān Beauties and extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies to use them optimum for establishing her dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was a miracle the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn were being cuckolded fastest under her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī knew very well how to deal with the bastards.
Now, almost the entire global media even is acknowledging her ever great achievements.
It’s being written and discussed now surreptitiously that the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had effectively decreased the terrorist and criminal activities of Pseudo Musalmīn, even though the movements are in themselves not as humane as they should have been.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has laughed.
“Humanity with the animals who never respect any human life except that of Pseudo Musalmīn? Never. I’ll cuckold every one of them, bastards. I’m not Durgesh. They are enjoying Durgesh’s so called humanity on the cost of innocent persons’ very life. I’m Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I have my own definition of humanity. Cuckold the bastards who never respect human life if it’s not a Pseudo Musalmān.” *
Amīnah Zahīr was grave now.
“The information that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Ved Nagar comes out as a distinct surprise to me. She did not come here, however, last night or any other time to have the gasoline tank of her automobile filled. I haven’t seen her since I left Nevada. She is a very lovable woman, however. I happen to know that, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, however, had a deep seated fear of her husband, Abbū Imām. She was planning something. I don’t know exactly what it was but I do know that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was very much afraid of what her husband, Abbū Imām, would do when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started to put her plan into execution.
“There are some things, however, I won’t like to say here in the presence of witnesses. But Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of a picture, Abbū Imām and Durgesh’s yacht.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was suddenly all alert now.
“How do you know Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of Durgesh Jījū’s yacht? I think it was another yacht that belongs to Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim. My wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, knows about it more, I think.”*
Out on deck, on my ‘yacht’, I found the fog had thickened until it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction.
The ship was facing upstream now.
Standing up there, I could hear the sullen gurgle of cold water as the current swirled around the anchor chain.
Confidently, thoughtfully, I moved aft, reached the stem of the vessel.
I saw a member of the crew.
He appeared to me to be so.
I didn’t know him personally.
Neither it was possible for me to know everyone personally who was in my staff.
I had a large staff even on this ship.
He was bundled up in a heavy mackinaw.
Standing motionless, I thought he must have been a night watchman.
If my assumption was correct he hadn’t to care anything for the guests.
He had only to wait simply the night out, standing there as still as a statue.
I walked back again toward I came from.
Suddenly, I stumbled over a piece of rope.
I couldn’t kick it to one side.
It must not be there.
Hell, the security must be instructed to find out and inform me why it was there.
The security in charge regretted the incidence and promised me to find out immediately.
I walked back to a position amidships on the starboard side.
I stood there for some ten minutes lost in thought.
I was aroused suddenly.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
A sharp report followed almost instantly by a peculiar series of muffled splashes.
I looked to the stem.
The man who had been on duty as watchman was no longer there.
It was possible he had run to the bow, keeping to the port side.
Was he really a watchman?
Now I doubted even it.
I turned to dash back toward the bow.
I heard the soft patter of hurrying feet and then, almost without warning, a figure, walking confidently down the deck, collided with me.
I felt the soft touch of damp silk.
My nostrils caught the faint scent of perfume.
I realized the woman I was holding in my arms was stunning, confident and definitely not in panic, even infinitesimally.*
My first assessment was that she was the woman who screamed.
She was the woman the soft patter of whose hurrying feet I had heard.
But the stunning Beauty I was holding in my arms was neither hurrying, nor she was in any condition so that I could say she was the woman who screamed.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
I couldn’t forget it.
I could feel the pumping of her heart, the tension of her muscles.
Her hand moved and inadvertently it touched my ever sensitive rising Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet I was suddenly all alert.
I had caught the glint of faintly reflected light from some metallic object.
I realized immediately she was carrying a gun.
From up near the bow I was expecting the cry that was so ominous to seamen the world over.
‘Man overboard. MAN OVERRR-BOARD!!’
But no, it wasn’t there.
Nevertheless, from the sea, there came a series of thumping noises against the side of the ship.
It seemed that some struggling kicking object was swept past by the current on the side of the ship opposite to that where I was standing.*
There followed an instant of silence.
The extremely stunning Beauty in my arms had deliberately grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis now.
She was even playing with it now, even more confidently than she came into my arms colliding with me.
It was my ship.
I owned it.
But I didn’t know who this dazzling Beauty was.
She was anywhere around twenty eight.
The most she could be, thirty, not more.
Her build, body and behavior was telling me that she herself was too a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
Her frankness was telling me, she belonged to one of the ever notorious Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
I didn’t know why I had a feeling now that I had seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
She resembled Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī very much.
Yet, I could not place her still now.
Then I suddenly placed her.
I hadn’t seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
I had seen her with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl instead.
She was present when I kicked Muħammad Kamāl and Aħmad Kamāl both out of their own house, claiming that Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, and Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20, were, all the three, my wives now.
She was standing there enjoying the incidence very much.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
She told the untold
The united four: Dādījān, Dadajī, Ammī, and me
Let me tell about me.
I, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, am 20,
Height, 5’ 7”, my figure was 32-26-36..
My Ammī, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was of 39, 5’6”, 36-32-38.
I am the only child of my parents.
Now, the hero of our story, with us three heroines:
Was he really sixty, as he claimed?
Don’t be silly!
He is 28.
Perfect for me.
I’m 20, remember.
He is strong, rather strongest, both physically and sexually.
Physically: he kicked out both my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl and my Dadajan, Muħammad Kamāl, both together, out of their own house, claiming that we all the three Musalmān Beauties, my Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54,5’8”, 36-32-40; my Ammī, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, and I, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl 20, are now his Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives.
Sexually: He had proved it to my Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54,5’8”, 36-32-40, already.
She also kicked both her husband Muħammad Kamāl 56,5’6”, and her own son, my Abbū Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, out of their own house, calling both of them impotents.
“Sālī,” My Dādājān Muħammad Kamāl 56, 5’6”, shouted, “if I’m impotent how did you get your son, Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, forty years ago? If my son Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, is impotent, how did your Bahoo Bégum Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, get her daughter Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20 years ago?”
“We are not your slaves, idiot,” My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40 shouted higher, “We have ‘this’ for it. See yourselves.”
In her violent passion, Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, forgot all the civilized manners.
Even I was stunned and dumb founded.
Was it really a penis or king Cobra?
Yes, I’ve seen it.
Yes, I’ve kissed it.
Yes, I’ve licked it.
Yes, I’ve swallowed it, tasted it, and sucked it.
Ten inches long, five inches thick in circumference, and as strong as a steel rod.
I couldn’t even fantasize this kind of a Hindu penis, before I’d seen and enjoyed it.
I immediately doubted.
So, my friend, Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī, 20, 5’ 7”, 34-26-38, was right?
Durgesh is 28.
Durgesh is 28.
My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, is in love with a 28 years old, young Hindu man, almost half of her age?
“Sālī, Hindu Lund kī bhookhī, shame on youuuuuuuuu.” Muħammad Kamāl 56, 5’6”, my Dādājān, shouted, forgetting every civilized manner himself.
“Shame on me?” My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl shouted higher again, “Shame on me? Why Shame on me? Shame on you, impotent, nāmard, Aħmad is not your son. You have given me thirteen daughters. Imagine. Thirteen daughters. Not a single son. If I hadn’t gone elsewhere, I had no Aħmad Kamāl 40 years ago, neither could you have. I sacrificed my feminine Muslim honor to a Hindu for the survival of your clan, and survival of us both.”
“Ammijān!” my Abbū was all tears.
“I am sorry, son! I never wanted to disclose this secret, I never wanted to tell this untold, but this nāmard Musalmān forced me to it.”
“She is lying, Aħmad, she is lying.” My Dādājān, Muħammad Kamāl 56, held my Abbū’s right hand, assuring him, “You are my son. You are my son. Believe me.”
“Huh,” Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, smiled sarcastically in immense burning wrath.
My Abbū was weeping silently.
He was never disgraced in such a manner before.
The worst thing was, the incident was taking place in Eidgāh Masjid.
Now coming to the story it all happened when due to Eidul Fitr, we all went to ‘Durgesh Fātimah Jannat’, as dadaji stayed there only, and my exams were over.
We all were very happy in the night.
I had to sleep with dādāji, as there were only 2 rooms there..
By 8pm only, we slept.
At night, around 4, I woke up for toilet.
Then I came back.
I saw something amazing..
Dādāji’s lungi was open.
I can see his Uncut Hindu Cock which was 6 inch long, the grith was nearly 5 ” and foreskin was half open showing his red head from his Uncut Hindu Cock.
It covered with a lot of black hair and his balls were bigger too.
It made me crazy.
I hadn’t seen ever such the great incredible male assets.
I went near that, took that cute Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand that was limp then, yet still hard somewhat.
It was far bigger than my Hindu boy friend’s.
I smelled it.
The Hindu male fragrance was great.
Then I tasted the head.
It was Salty.
I felt it like a big lollipop.
By then, my grandpa got up.
“What are you doing? You worst girl. Sucking your Grandpa’s Hindu penis? Doing incest?” He scolded me.
I smiled boldly at him,
“You taste marvelous, Grandpa, even better than my Hindu boyfriend.”
“So you’ve tasted your Hindu boyfriend too?” His eyes became grave, “Do your Dādījān, Kħālidah and your Ammī, Farkħandah, know anything of it?”
“Why should they, darling?” I still smiled boldly, “I’m myself a big girl now. I’m 20. I can take care of myself, even legally.”
“I’m not your darling. I’m your Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54’s darling.”
“28? Darling of 54?” I laughed, “You just let me fuck you, idiot, and see what I have for you.”
“Hey, Sālī, you haven’t any right to call me ‘idiot’. Sālī, ‘kal ki laundiyā’, you call me ‘idiot’? I’m 60, 40 years more senior to you.”
“I don’t believe you.” I winked at him, “neither anyone does. We are calling your bluff now.”
“Who the idiots are ‘we’?”
“All the teen ager Musalmān Beauties who love you.”
“Why can’t you understand, I don’t enjoy you teen agers sexually, as I enjoy the mature Musalmān Beauties of my own age?”
Till now, I’d made Durgesh to forget his objection that I was his Musalmān granddaughter.
I was certainly not, moreover.
My Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl, 40, was not his real son.
Being the daughter of Aħmad Kamāl 40, how could I be Durgesh’s granddaughter.
Till now, he had got his full erection.
Allah, it was ten inches long and 5”grith.
I opened all my clothes and panty.
Why shouldn’t I?
Then I placed it, in my hairy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
I made Durgesh to play with my pubic hair.
He started fucking me.
I made him to fuck me.
It was not so difficult.
When a woman wants to get laid, it’s difficult for a man to safeguard himself from her.
Durgesh was so angry that he was not cooperating with me, at all.
I took his, now globally famous, Uncut Hindu Penis again, into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and kissed, licked and sucked it to the extent that he had to cum into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, eventually, ultimately.
I drank all his Hindu juices.
Then I made him to come over me and place his Uncut Hindu Cock head on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
He placed his lips on miny.
I also made him to place his hands on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.
Then Durgesh slowly started entering me.
Allah, what a great rod!
What a great Hindu rod!
Even my Hindu boyfriend was defeated in every field.
He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu length.
He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu thickness.
He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu strength.
He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu hardness.
He inserted 1 ½” only, as my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy was too tight for his thickness.
I was not a virgin however.
He tried once more.
Its full Hindu length went in, and a crach sound came out from my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
Allah, it was totally inside me now.
All the time I kept my eyes closed.
I was enjoying it immensely, even more than Durgesh was.
He invited me to open the eyes and hold his ball while he is fucking.
It was creating problem for him by hanging.
I did that.
I saw a brown Uncut Hindu Cock, with black hair, was fucking a white Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, with black hair too.
After 30 minutes, I had an orgasm.
Yet, it was only my first orgasm, out of so many I had subsequently.
Durgesh was still fucking me furiously.
He asked me to take some juice in my hand and taste it in my mouth like my Ammī.
I was startled and stunned.
Dumb founded too.
Like my Ammī?
Allah, was Durgesh fucking my Ammījān, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, 5’6”, 36-32-38, too?
Was she also enjoying this great Uncut Hindu Penis I’m enjoying now?
Durgesh came into me after 10 hours continuous non-stop fucking.
Allah, what a man!
What an exquisitely wonderful Hindu man!
He could fuck us entire Musalmān Beauties, I’m sure.
His Uncut Hindu Penis was extremely powerful.
His lust for fucking us Musalmān Beauties was, I’m sure, INFINITE.
I was fully exhausted under him.
I think everyone of us Musalmān Beauties must enjoy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis, if she can’t always for some reason, at least once.
It’s the greatest bounty of Allah on us.
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ
‘Which of the bounties of your Lord, then, will you deny?’
I had multiple orgasms during the great marathon fucking of me.
I don’t know.
We both lay in the same condition.
Durgesh was still deepest into me.
He was playing with my nude beautiful 20year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
I was playing with his hair, loving him very much, kissing him on his Hindu lips.
I asked Durgesh when he fucked Ammījān.
He told me the mystery of my parents.
“What?” I jumped on the bed, but Durgesh pinned me there, fucking me again, vigorously.
“Calm down. You are an educated modern young Musalmān woman. You can understand this problem more than your parents could.”
“Al Taqdīs, do you know about ‘Durgesh Fareedah Global Clinics, global research centre’?”
“Only that it is one of your numerous research and business organizations.”
“I’m unable to understand, Al Taqdīs darling, why everyone thinks that an organization is mine, if I’m involved with it, only to some extent.”
“Because you are the most important person in that organization, even then.”
“Why nonsense? Tell me only one organization where you are involved, even somewhat, and it’s not running with your ultimate support.”
“They need my support, but not my ultimate support.”
“Sorry, darling, but I simply don’t, and can’t, believe you.”
“Don’t think I’m a fool, because I’m only 20.”
“Durgesh, perhaps you don’t realize that now you have crossed all the boundaries of religions, castes and creeds. Your success, in almost every field, is just incredible, yet TRUE.”
“What do you want to say?”
“My Grand Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl 56, in order to fight with you successfully, had met with Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“He is the top personality against Hindus.”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I know.”
“Fortunately, my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl 40, and I were also with my grand Abbū then.”
“I never saw any Musalmān leader, in so much praise for you, than Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“You are right.” I smiled, “He just goes crazy in praising me when he hears my name. He loves me after Allah and Rasool-e-Akram, Ħuzoor sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam.”
Iwanted to ask him why he was so happy when I talk about an Imām so against Hindus, but I felt ashamed of myself.
Perhaps it all was my fault.
I misunderstood both these great leaders.
But, perhaps it was not even my fault altogether.
It was the fault of my upbringing.
Their one point mission is to disgrace us Musalmeen ever, by fucking us Musalmān Beauties.
But, Durgesh is NOT disgracing anyone.
He is NOT after us Musalmān Beauties.
I proceeded to my Hindu boy friend.
He only welcomed me.
Then how he was disgracing us Musalmeen?
It’s all bloody politics.
Our politicians deceive us.
Our politicians deceive us.
Our politicians deceive us.
I was suddenly filled with a great political realization.
At my 20, I knew suddenly something that even my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl at 40, and my grand Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl at 56, never succeeded to know.
They were actually close friends, to the contrary.
But it was NOT to disgrace Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, neither to disgrace us Musalmeen.
It was on personal request from Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah himself.
Then why we Musalmeen hate Durgesh for it?
Why we Musalmeen hate Durgesh for it?
Isn’t it blind communalism?
Why do we Musalmeen torture ourselves mentally for the things even we don’t know about completely?
Why do we Musalmeen torture ourselves mentally for the things even don’t concern us personally?
How did I know it was against their own wishes?
I surmised it.
I surmised it.
Why did I think in that manner?
Why my thought process was so erroneous?
Again, due to my upbringing.
Erroneous upbringing, now I know.
Hindus are NOT our enemies, neither they ever were.
Durgesh was fucking me again savagely.
I was enjoying it immensely too.
Yet, my mind was realizing too many great facts, suddenly, one after another.
Al Taqdīs was going through a sudden chain of realizations and transformations.
You are great.
Only you are great.
Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrsoolallah!
Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrrsoolallah!
Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrsoolallah!
‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammds is his Prophet.’
‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammds is his Prophet.’
‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammds is his Prophet.’
Shouldn’t he be rewarded for it, instead being hated?
“If Durgesh hadn’t cooperated with me, my sixteen nudist real sisters had disgraced me to the extent that I couldn’t have another option except to suicide. Durgesh saved my self-respect and honor, by living with them, as they love to live. He gave me his blood to save my life, as I tried to suicide.”
I was furious at Muħammad,
“Promise me you’d never do it again.”
“Why do you want to punish your Ammī, Muħammad? She has only one son after sixteen continuous daughters.”
“My Bājīs are—”
“I’m not talking of your Bājīs. Let them, all the sixteen, go to hell.” I thundered at him, “I’m talking of your Ammī. Why do you, all the seventeen, want her to suicide out of immense shame?”
Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah was all-alert all of a sudden,
“Oh, so my great friend Durgesh is actually not my friend. He is in love with my great global actress Ammījān, my ‘Bājī Huzoor’? Yes, she is extremely beautiful even now. None believes she is the mother of seventeen children. Even her secretary has requested us not to address her ever as our Ammī in public. She wants us to call her ‘Bājī Ħuzoor’.”
I was suddenly surprisingly, serene,
“Nonsense! Are you crazy, Muħammad?”
“No. I’m not.” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “but you are. What sexual pleasure can you get from a mother of seventeen children, idiot?”
“He is impressed and addicted by her fictitious grace, they advertise.” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah’s eldest Bājī, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah 28, ten years elder than me, laughed sarcastically.
I was suddenly filled with immense hatred and venom for her.
She was one of those sixteen who were responsible for the attempted suicide of my closest friend, Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.
“If it were so, I had never hated you all the sixteen.”
“My foot. We damn care if the entire universe hates us.”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah said to me contemptuously, “You rejected me for that old woman? What can she give you? Do you care to tell me, idiot?”
“I never rejected you.”
“Then kiss me.”
“You are Muħammad’s Bājī, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah;”I said contemptuously, “Try to behave for a change. Your younger brother, your only brother, has attempted suicide. You haven’t come here to make love to me. You’ve come here to take care of him.”
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled,
“You are very infamous for fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties. They call you even Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam.”She laughed sarcastically, “I don’t think you deserve all these great titles. You are too cold.”
Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah looked away furiously,
“You said you were in haste, Bājī!”
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah looked at her only younger brother, scornfully,
“Don’t worry, Muħammad, I won’t fuck your Hindu friend in front of you. He is too cold to deserve it.”
“Allah!”Muħammad Åbdullah groaned.
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah suddenly grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it,
“They say it’s always erect whenever near a Musalmān Beauty. I don’t find it’s so.”
“Leave it.” I said to her coldly.
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled boldly and instead leaving it, she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis once more.
She kept it holding.
“Grow up, my dear child; I’m PhD in ‘Adult relations’. Never forget.”
I said scornfully,
“Of course, it’s a great subject, moron!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, “It can’t be a less great subject only because a moron, like you, can’t understand its greatness.”
“Leave my penis.”I shouted.
“They say it’s the wonderful, amazing, unique penis that extends from its 6” original length to its exact double, 12”, that thickens from it’s 3”c original thickness to its almost double 5”c.” Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah winked at me, “Let’s see if the rumors are really true.”
“I saved my friend for me, not for his perverted sisters. Why are you feeling so ashamed of anything you can’t control? Why she is dearer to you than I am? It’s I who can’t bear losing you, Muħammad, not your sisters. It’s I who is fighting to save you, not your sisters. Why can’t you love me, in the way I love you? Why can’t you?”
“You can’t understand, Durgesh! You can never understand.” Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “You haven’t any sister. Your family men, all of them, without any exception, are Y chromosomed. And so you are, too.”
“Muħammad,” I said bitterly, “Sometimes, I thought, as compared to you, I was unlucky that I hadn’t any sister, and you have sixteen of them. But now, seeing your suicide attempt, I think I’m lucky that my ancestors are Y chromosomed.”
Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah said bitterly too,
“The trouble with you, males, is that you always see everything from your inept male viewpoint.”
“Bājī!” Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again.
She continued scornfully,
“You forget that we, women, are basically altogether different from you males. You’ve studied your needs, and have developed a male culture oriented to your male needs. You just remorselessly forget that the society does not consist of you males only. It has us females too.”
“Let her finish, Muħammad.” I raised my right hand, suddenly interested, “Listen to her at least, even if you don’t agree with her.”
“Let me be a whore even, that I’m certainly not.”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah argued, “But, what do you want to say? A whore doesn’t have even a right to speak freely? She doesn’t have a right of speech even?”
“Bājī! Bājī!”Muħammad Åbdullah protested.
“Islam was also democratic, primarily, Durgesh!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, now confident somewhat, “but as soon as, we Musalmeen lost our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam, we were unfortunate enough to start to lose every virtue we learned from him, one by one.”
“I don’t think, Muħammad, that Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah is doing anything like that.”I contradicted Muħammad Åbdullah gravely, “She is talking of history only. It’s her interpretations of history. She has every right to interpret anything as she chooses fit.”
“It’s difficult for him to be liberal to the extent, Durgesh!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, “I said, we Musalmeen are unfortunate enough to start to lose every virtue we learned from him, one by one. I’m sorry to say, the first thing we lost in the process, was the absolute democracy we used to enjoy in the days of our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam.”
“Bājī!” Muħammad Åbdullah protested.
“She is right, Muħammad.” I told him.
Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned.
He looked at me incredulously,
“You mean, we Musalmeen lost democracy, as soon as we lost our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam?”
“Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah didn’t say democracy, Muħammad!” I said calmly, “she said ‘the absolute democracy Musalmeen used to enjoy in the days of Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam’.”
She told the untold: Chapter 2
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
35. Saamved: Mantr 1