AHAL-AL BAYT-45
Posted: July 29, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 2 CommentsChapter 45
Durgesh Al Zaynab Al Jaħas
I opened my mouth, and welcomed my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas‘s tongue into my mouth.
My spirit soared and my mind did backflips as she explored my mouth with her tongue.
When our tongues connected it was as if we had become one — Al Zaynab Al Jaħas and Durgesh united, bonded by love.
We continued to love each other.
I put my hand on her knee.
But I shifted it.
Now it was on her lap.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas chuckled softly.
“I think this is what you want,” she smiled, held my wrist in her left hand and put it upon her breast.
Before I could respond, she was again upon me, kissing me fervently.
As her tongue ventured into my mouth, my body knew what to do.
My hand touched, caressed and fondled the most wonderful bosom ever.
Even over her blouse and brassiere I could feel their warmth, their fullness, their weight.
I was in ecstasy.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas and I kissed as love-struck first-time hungry lovers.
I squeezed her exquisite Musalmān tits with my immense Hindu lust.
Finally, our lips parted.
“If we are going to do, let’s do this right,” she said.
I knew exactly what my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, meant.
She descended off my lap and I delightfully followed her up the stairs of our brownstone.
As she ascended the stairs I savored the sight of her ass-checks flexing and releasing.
Upstairs were the bedrooms.
At the top of the stairs, to the left was the hallway to the other bedrooms, while straight ahead was the master bedroom.
Arriving in her bedroom first, My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, turned to face me.
She graced me with a smile that said I was about to receive a gift better than any present ever.
I watched as my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, unbuttoned her blouse for me.
Her bra resembled those designed for function brassieres that you see in those ads included in the Sunday coupons.
Wide and full, it fully encased and surrounded her breasts, yet seemed to magnify and define them better.
I was pleasantly surprised to discover that her bra wasn’t pure white but instead a pale soft rose.
The shoulder straps were sexy.
They were solid and sturdy as they needed to support Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s bountiful breasts ̶ only sporting tiny scalloped lace on the edges.
From there, the cups were paneled with the bottom half composed of two solid quarters, while the top half was a lacey fabric and in my hyper-alert state I could detect the faint hints of her areola behind.
Then without any embarrassment she looked down and we both watched as she released the five front hooks.
Finished, she, with casual pride, opened her bra and let it fall off her back.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s ever erect Musalmān tits were breath-taking in their magnificence.
Her breasts hung about halfway down her chest and had a mouth-watering softness to them.
Freed from their container, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s ever erect Musalmān tits seemed to more jut outward and to the side as much they did down; still there as an arousing shadow cast by the few inches they sagged down.
With about two-thirds of their mass on the bottom half, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s boobs were spell-binding and even greater than I had fantasized about.
Her wide slightly oval shaped areoles rested on the swooping curvature.
They were a soft pinkish orange while her nipples jutted out erect and were calling me.
I stepped forward and closed the space between us.
Cradling her exquisite ever erect Musalmān tits in her arms, my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, offered her exquisite Ever erect Musalmān tits to me.
I lowered my head down and kissed across, around her boobs.
“That’s it Durgesh. These are all for you now,” she said as one of her hands held me to her bosom.
“All for you to tease…” she whimpered and I squeezed her hard nipple.
I squeezing them together, created mountains and a grand canyon I buried by face in.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, that’s it. Kiss your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s boobs,” she cried out and held me tight to them.
“Oh babe, kiss your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s ever erect Musalmān tits. Oh babe, yes. Oh babe, kiss my ever erect Musalmān tits like you’ve dreamed off.”
“Oh honey, I love you,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, purred as I kissed on her breasts. “Oh honey, I love you so much. Allah! Oh God you feel so good kissing my ever erect Musalmān tits. Oh, Oh, Oh yes.”
As much as my mind and spirit could’ve spent eternity at Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s breasts, my body and lust was frantic for more. My hands were all over her body.
They were soon tugging at her shorts, getting the waistband to stretch around her ample hips before falling to the floor.
From there they were at work removing her delicate pink nylon panties off.
Successful, I was eager to follow on and kneeled down.
However, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had other ideas.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair she ordered,
“Hold on, Hindu lover boy,”
Turning to her left, she took a step back to sit at the bottom edge of her queen-size bed.
With her hold on my hair she dragged me with her, and I obediently knelt between her spread open legs and gazed at my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,’s pussy in awe. Covering her pubic mound she had a wide thatch of dark brown, curly pubic hair that was obviously trimmed and groomed into a well-formed triangle before arching down and around her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt lips.
There her fur was like two racing stripes running parallel to her extremely beautiful bare tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt lips before thinning and reconnecting to end upon her t’aint.
In all, her fuzz framed her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with an attention to detail.
And what an extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to behold.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas lied back upon her bed and pulled me, willingly, against her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I buried my face upon my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,’s cunt and I thought I had found the Holy Lands.
As I nuzzled my face upon her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt I was, at times, staggered by how responsive and vocal my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, was.
Providing to my eager lips her pubic mound, she squirmed beneath me.
She held tight to the fistful of my hair as if to stay grounded.
She cried out,
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh. Oh God, Durgesh. Allah! Yā Allah! Oh babe, Oh babe, oh my God.”
I could smell how wet she already was.
Her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt had a strong musky aroma that made my Uncut Hindu Lund ache with longing.
I was stunned by the heat coming from her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, yet wanted to shove my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān oven.
“Allah, Durgesh, kiss my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Kiss it, please baby. Kiss me there,” she pleaded even as her hand that held my head pressed me tight onto her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I’d discovered that in the bedroom not only was my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, very responsive and vocal, but as a mature woman she knew what she wanted too.
“Allah, Durgesh kiss my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdīextremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Kiss it, kiss it. Yeah right there, yeah that’s it,” she called out.
I felt her contorting, squirming, dancing beneath me.
I felt her writhing in erotic pleasure beneath me.
I looked up and watched as my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, fondled her own ever erect Musalmān tits.
I kissed, kissed and kissed her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
My eyes almost popped out of my skull as I watched Al Zaynab Al Jaħas bring her boobs to her own mouth and lick them.
Grabbing a great handful of her right breast I watched as she was able to suck on her exquisite Ever erect Musalmān tits as I kissed her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Seeing Al Zaynab Al Jaħas sucking on her exquisite Ever erect Musalmān tits I matched her in my kissing her.
I kissed her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt mound.
She responded by bucking her hips up to me and driving my head even harder upon her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Allah Oh God, Allah, oh God, rub your Uncut Hindu Lund on my clit. That’s it, rub it, rub it. Oh, Durgesh, that’s it,” she cheered after she had guided my Uncut Hindu Lund to her nub.
Finding it with my Uncut Hindu Lund, I played with the pearl resting on top of its stem.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, babe, Penis my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Penis my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt while you rub on my clit.
“Allah, Durgesh, that’s it. That’s the way Al Zaynab Al Jaħas likes it. Penis your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Durgesh, you’re making your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas feel so fuckin’ good. Allah! Oh God babe; yes, Yes, YES, YES! YES!!!
“Durgesh, Penis my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, faster, faster, faster
“Harder, harder, harder, you’re gonna make me cum. Make your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas cum, make your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, make Al Zaynab Al Jaħas cum.
“MAKE ME CUM!!!” and she did.
While I wasn’t an innocent, I had rarely experienced a woman experience an orgasm like my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, did at that Moment.
Holding my head with the strength of an Amazon, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas climaxed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Showering my Uncut Hindu Lund with her spray, my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, ejaculated upon me.
Hot female Musalmān fluids washed over my Uncut Hindu Lund, drenching it with her fantastic female Musalmān love.
For seconds we were both stunned speechless, motionless.
The only sound was her gasping for oxygen, her body heaving as she wheezed fighting to catch her breath.
Eventually between her heavy breathes, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas started giggling.
Shifting, she sorta propped herself up to look over her prodigious breasts and down into the valley between her legs where my Uncut Hindu Lund was.
After a few more laughs, she asked,
“After cumming like that I need to be fucked. I hope that’s alright?”
It was essentially a rhetorical question, as she didn’t even wait for an answer.
We knew what the answer would be.
In an ambling way, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas rolled over on to her hands and knees and crawled up to the head of her bed.
I watched her with admiration as she essentially ‘assumed the position’ and offered herself to me, now properly.
I stripped down and got rid of my clothes fully in ten seconds.
Feeling the bed shift, as I climbed onto my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,’s bed, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked back with a lustful, wanton smile of debauchery.
Her eyes first met mine but then dropped down and shamelessly gazed at my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Wow, Durgesh you’ve grown into quite the unique legendary man, I see,” she laughed with wicked decadence.
I was never hornier than then.
I was feeling so rowdy I would’ve fucked a tree hole.
Thankfully I didn’t have to.
“Let me show you,” I smiled back.
I was now feeling comfortable and confident.
Here I was naked atop the bed; with my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, nude before me, depravedly offering herself to me; the room already enveloped with the scent of her sex; and I could feel the stickiness of her orgasm on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With my right hand I took hold of her luscious right hip.
With my left hand I grasped my Uncut Hindu member.
Aligning with her puffy, pouty extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt I stroked myself against her.
“Is this what you want?”
“Allah!Oh God, yes,” she whimpered as she bucked back against me, trying to get my Uncut Hindu Cock to penetrate her.
“What is it you want?” I inquired as I slid the underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock along her hot, wet, leaking extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“You,” she pleaded.
“What is it you want?”
“I want you,” she begged.
“What is it you want?”
“I need you inside of me,” she besought, humping her body back at me hoping I would penetrate her.
“What is it you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. I want only you to fuck me. I wanna get fucked by you like I’ve never been fucked before,”
“Your wish is my command.”
“Allah! YES!!!” she bellowed as I finally penetrated her.
Lining my Uncut Hindu Cock with her needy extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt I grabbed hold of her thick, soft, yummy hips and slammed my Uncut Hindu Cock up her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Allah, Durgesh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she sang as our bodies repeatedly slammed together.
Each time, there was the erotic sound of two sex soaked bodies coming together in carnal delight.
“Yeah you like me fucking you, don’t ya?” My senses were soaring as I could smell our sex.
I could taste it.
I heard our bodies merging.
I felt us, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas and I, becoming one.
“Yeah baby, grab Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s ever erect Musalmān tits like that!”
I had shifted.
Raising up and leaning forward, I released her hips and held two more a handful worth of boobs.
Continuously, I slammed at her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Loving our bodies colliding together.
“You are the best Al Zaynab Al Jaħas. You are the best, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,” I commended. “Fucking you is better than I ever dreamed.”
“Allah!Oh God Durgesh, fucking you is better than I ever dreamed too,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, confessed.
Hearing her words drove my Hindu male lust into an even higher gear that I didn’t even know existed.
Like a frantic manic I started thrusting even harder down upon her; rammin’ and slammin’ my Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s slopping wet extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
After a thrust even Hercules would be proud of, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas fell forward landing on her frontside.
I fell with her, never severing our bond.
She cried out,
“Don’t stop Durgesh, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I had no plans to.
I thought, as we seemed to naturally adjust to our new position that I was the one in control.
I’d learn later that the position we were in, the Jockey Sex Position, was actually one of My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,’s favorite positions.
She loved the feel of my mass upon her; how the direction of the thrust is almost all forward, not down; kissing from this position is incredibly intense; and she would get off from the humping and rubbing of her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and clit upon the bedding beneath her.
“Eīshān! Oh God, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,” I cheered as I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock into extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
The bed was like a bouncing bronco, like a third member to our choir pushing and shoving, squeaking and bouncing.
“You are so fuckin’ good,” I told her.
I loved the feel of her beefy Musalmān ass-cheeks on my hips as I rammed my Uncut Hindu Cock into her.
“Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, you are the best,” I panted between my labored breaths.
I was about to cum and I was thankful.
I was exhausted.
My lungs burned, screaming for oxygen.
My body was covered in sweat, my eyes burned from the sweat running into them.
I felt as if I had run a marathon and finally the Finish Line was approaching
“Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,” I labored. “I’m… gonna… cum… soon.”
“Oh babe, I want you to cum. Come on Durgesh, cum inside me. Cum inside my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I want you to cum in your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I want you to cum in me. I want you to cum in my, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s, extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I want you to cum in my, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s, extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I want you to cum in my, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s, extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt,” she chanted as I labored towards the finish, chugging along giving her ever last drop of energy I had left.
“Cum for me, Durgesh. Cum in my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Cum in my…” and then I was there.
With a final, victorious Hindu thrust I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock fully, completely into Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and unloaded.
My first shot tore out of my Uncut Hindu Cock ̶ starting with a shudder at my shoulders that raced down my body and out of my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, it felt as if I had fired a cannonball.
The second shot launched and I felt my stormtroopers going charging out.
My third shot fired right behind, followed by a fourth and fifth; then finally that thick avalanche of cum oozed out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and into Al Zaynab Al Jaħas and I knew I was done.
Finished, spent and exhausted I lied there on top of her, still in her, my Hindu semen swimming in her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
When she turned and looked up at me I gazed down at her Musalmān beauty.
With a smile, she reached up and swept some of my soak-soaked hair off my forehead and kissed me.
With a pleased smile she said,
“We should’ve had this conversation a long time ago.”
That was fifty years ago, and from that day our lives were forever changed, for the better.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas discovered a sense of confidence.
In two years she went from simply being a real estate agent to a real estate broker to owning her own brokerage firm.
I, now having a purpose and direction, went to a focused and determined one.
I was pursued by some of the top investment firms; and much of this had to do with the successful portfolio I had developed working with my business partner, My former open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas would make the initial money and having learned how, I would multiply it tenfold.
Our bank accounts had added a few zeros to the end.
We went from living paycheck to paycheck and having to choose between this or that, to being able to enjoy whatever we wanted.
We were able to enjoy the finer things in life and enjoy ourselves.
Since everyone knew we were business partners no one ever questioned our relationship.
Page Six of the New York Post would show pictures of me escorting my beautiful Al Zaynab Al Jaħas to a social gala with a comment saying more Durgesh should be as attentive to their Al Zaynab Al Jaħas as I was.
Our family will never know what need is as a result of My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, and my efforts.
As a couple and a team, we went from being dollar-aires to thousandires to millionaires and beyond.
From that day on, My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, and I were partners in business and in the bedroom loving life and each other.
Chapter 46
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
AHAL-AL BAYT-44
Posted: July 27, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, HLMCIC, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 1 CommentChapter 44
Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Al Zaynab Al Jaħas
The soft footfalls upon the basement steps came,
‘Creak… creak… creak…’.
‘Pat… pat… pat…” whispered the quiet sound of bare feet on the concrete floor outside my bedroom.
I was too used to the feminine steps coming to my room that it was absolutely normal for me now.
Most of them, if not all of them, needed me only for one thing, my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
They couldn’t replace it.
They hadn’t another option except to surrender to me if they really want to get it into their ravenous holes.
Allah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad thought, the bloody Hindu scoundrel understands absolutely what the exclusive power control he has in his six inches long Uncut Hindu rod that just doubles when gets into a female sexual organ and even shrinks miraculously to only three inches, if its incredulous length and thickness isn’t needed.
This is the incredible unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund that’s actually ruling the entire Multiverse now through its own Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire.
Incredible?
Yes, but true.
This is the ever incredible Uncut Hindu Lund that rules entire womankind and through the entire womankind it rules entire mankind too.
Never before it, anyone has witnessed such an incredible phenomenon.
Using creatively, positively, immensely prudently, constantly, patiently, how a single man can win the entire Multiverse, through his miraculous male sexual organ only, could be seen in Durgesh’s ever incredible life history.
He attributes it to Ved.
Well, there are some persons who believe it, there are some persons who are ever adamant never to believe it.
‘Eee…’ the moan of protesting hinges desperately in need of oil.
Then came the barely heard footfalls upon my bedroom carpet followed by the whisper of clothing hitting the floor.
I knew who it was and why she was in my bedroom.
She wanted to torment me yet again.
Torment.
Me?
I smiled.
Sālī, I love sex.
Come on.
I am a Hindu.
We Hindus gave the Kāmsūtr and Tantr to the Multiverse.
Didn’t we?
You Musalmīn could never understand why Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was never allowed to divorce even anyone of his wives.
You Musalmīn could never understand why no wife of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was ever allowed to remarry whoever the man could be, even after the death of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.
You allowed divorce blindly without understanding it and loosened/destroyed the family bond in this way.
The children of your families either lost their father’s ever progressive care, or their real mother’s ever incomparable love for her children.
The Christians and Jews surrendered ultimately to the feminism and ever shrewd businesspersons that wanted to divide your family more and more so that they could sell their products to more households.
They supported the feminism blindly, because the females come in the family from outside.
Only they could separate their husbands from the rest of the family members.
Only Hindus have given the perfect family system, no one else, because only Hindus had studied sex scientifically , socially and spiritually simultaneously.
I had been home back a little over four weeks and damn near every night or early morning she was sneaking into my bedroom to tease me with her naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Are you awake?” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad asked softly.
“Yep,” I replied.
“You need some wd40 for the door hinges,” she said, humor heavy in her voice.
“No, what I need is a lock on my bedroom door,” I told her keeping my eyes closed, naughtily.
“Why would you want to lock your door?” the coyness in her voice was bordering on bitterness.
“Why do you come down here to torment me?” I asked.
“You don’t belong here anymore, you are an extremely communal Hindu and why Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Ummil Mominīn, and Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Rasūlullāh, let you back in the house is still a mystery to me,” there was no hiding the hate now.
“All the charges were dropped and my innocence that I never surrendered to any damn communalism, has been proved beyond any reasonable doubt, you evil bitch!” I smiled at her triumphantly, teasing her.
“Evil Bitch, am I? You don’t even know what an evil is, Durgesh.” I felt her weight on the bed and the sudden chill as the covers were yanked down. “You must get off on evil Musalmān bitches cause your UNCUT HINDU COCK is rock fucking hard!”
I felt her grab my Uncut Hindu Shaft and her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips envelope the tip as she began to suck me off.
I thought over the options, and decided to do nothing.
It wasn’t needed to do anything whatsoever.
Yes, she is powerful.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah supports Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad now.
Even a large number of Musalmīn support Muħammad due to his ever cruel cuckold upbringing, and supports her daughters blindly.
So what?
I would let her do whatever she wanted and let the pieces fall where they may.
“I see you aren’t complaining even with my lips wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, do you want to cum in my ardent Musalmān mouth or in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?” she growled the hate, screaming from her.
But still I remained silent, smiling only victoriously and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to bob her beautiful Musalmān head up and down the entire Hindu length of me.
Soon, her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were touching the very base of my Uncut Hindu Dick without any signs of gagging.
Damn near ten inches down her fucking Musalmān throat and not a whisper of a gag reflex!
I had to admit I was impressed.
Now she was deep-throating me, for all she was worth, and I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as she masturbated.
Why?
Was she ashamed of herself somewhat, in using my Uncut Hindu Lund there, instead of her finger?
I could not believe it.
Her mouth, lips and tongue teased me for a good five minutes or more, before I felt her lift her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head up.
Her body weight shifted again.
I felt what could only be her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips parting around the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“How does your ardent Musalmān female enemy’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips feel? Do you want me to drop down and have you fill me up? HUH? Do YOU!” she was almost shouting now, but she knew, as well as I did her parents couldn’t hear her from the second floor.
And drop she did and I managed to fight back the instinct to moan as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely surrounded my even unconquerable Hindu hardness.
But she moaned and groaned and began to ride me.
“You LOVE my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you, you sick the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu FUCK! My tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moving up and down on your ever communal Uncut Hindu Lund! Feel this?” she asked as she squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even tighter around me. “Feel how tight it is?”
I felt her beautiful hands on my Hindu chest as she used it for leverage and began to ride me with long deep movements of her beautiful Musalmān hips.
“Come on ram your Musalmān hips up into me you fucking Musalmān hypocrite! I’m innocent! I spent a year in hatred of your simple hearted nothing evil understanding Musalmān parents, for nothing I did ever! How long has it been since a girl fucked you HUH?”
It took everything I had not to do as she wanted.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt so damn good and a grudge fuck beat no fuck at all.
She lifted up paused and then dropped down impaling herself with a deep guttural growl.
“I bet you think I love fucking your UNCUT HINDU LUND don’t you? I bet you want me to come here every night and suck and fuck you, don’t you? Well I fucking…” but her rant was cut off as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and she nearly fainted.
I felt her grind her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down forcing me as deepest as I could go inside of her. I heard her panting as she tried to catch her breath moaning softly to herself.*
She looked at me.
“Durgesh, we need to talk,” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said in a curious tone.
It was determined yet nervous.
She didn’t sound angry, yet the fact that she called me herself while she hated me until now so much that she never tolerated even a single opportunity to criticize me ever to the media, scornfully, caught my attention.
“Durgesh, I’m worried about you,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, started, alerting me from my wool-gathering.
I was surprised to discover she had pulled out her chair and was sitting down next to me.
I was also surprised to see she had refilled her wine glass. Besides her diminutive size, she wasn’t much of a drinker anyway.
This evening after she got home as a treat, and almost an appetizer, she had poured a small glass of sherry for her after dinner.
She had sipped at that as she told me about her day and asking me courteously about how my HVSI Group of Companies is doing.
During dinner she had half a glass of a light chardonnay.
To see her with another glass was unusual.
“I don’t mean for this to be embarrassing or to make you uncomfortable,” she said softly and earnestly.
Then reaching over she took my left hand and held it in her right.
I stared down at our hands together atop the table.
She continued,
“I’m telling you this because I love you and am concerned, Ok?”
I controlled myself from smiling ironically.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas loved me?
She was concerned about me?
Great.
Wasn’t it?
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas was the only wife of Muħammad that always scorned me for what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah did with Muħammad in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.
Her argument was:
‘Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah couldn’t have done that without my pre permission.’
Even Muħammad opposed it.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had smiled ironically on it,
“I know better, Muħammad, why don’t you, most of the Musalmān friends of Durgesh, criticize Durgesh for snatching away your beautiful Musalmān wives and even having sex with your almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
Muħammad squirmed, quite embarrassed.
Yet he didn’t respond to her temptation.
“You are losing nothing. After you have enough sex with your Musalmān wives you don’t give a damn even if some black thief uses your wives, let alone Durgesh. He is million times better in your opinion instead.”
The Assistant Managing Director of Al Zaynab Al Jaħas Group of Companies, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, smiled ironically,
“I want to interrupt, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, if you please let me. They lose interest in us as soon as in our late thirties, if not in our earlier thirties already.”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas smiled,
“That’s right. And thanks for so appropriate an interruption. I have noted however, Durgesh is still ravenously interested in Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī even.”
“They want to get rid of us, as soon as their libido starts to crave for someone the ‘fifth’.” Al Taqaddus Al Islam said scornfully.
All the ladies present there smiled sarcastically at the males present there.
“That’s the reason, I think, behind the fact that most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies are deserting their Musalmān husbands after their thirty three or thirty four.” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said.
Muħammad was stunned.
The rest of the males were embarrassed.*
Looking up into her wonderfully large dark eyes that showed both love and concern, I nodded my head in understanding.
Then lowering my eyes, my gaze happened to fall on the open collar of her blouse and the delightful sight of her cleavage.
I couldn’t help being enchanted by the fact that I could see hints of her bra through her blouse.
“It’s been over a year. Have you even dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad?”
“I don’t think so, so?” I smiled.
The truth was no, I hadn’t really dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad.
In a year’s time I had asked out Muħammad’s two wives but both dates were duds.
Still I really didn’t think it was a big deal, nor something my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, should be involving herself in.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas took a sip from her wine before saying,
“I love you and don’t want this be to awkward, embarrassing or uncomfortable…” and she paused. I looked up at her.
“…But I know how you feel about me,” she hurried out in an almost embarrassed voice.
She said it so quickly I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.
I had heard what she had said but could not believe that was what she actually did say.
“Huh?” I responded flummoxed, “What did you say?”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked down at our hands as if embarrassed.
I smiled.
Suddenly I was surprised to feel and see our fingers interlaced.
My ever opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had not only called me on my mobile, she had interlaced her fingers with mine too.
Eīshān!
Eīshān!!
My mind kicked into hyper-gear and a thousand thoughts started racing around my skull.
Does she mean she knows, like really knows?
Or, does she mean she knows I care about her?
Eīshān, God, could she really know that I’m in love with her too?
Should I be cautious?
Should I be alert?
Should I be excited and turned-on?
Because I am.
These thoughts and more, flashed past me.
There was an awkward pause as I didn’t say anything.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked at me with those lovely eyes that expressed concern yet apprehension.
Finally she took another drink of her wine before saying,
“Durgesh, I’m your unresponsive new Musalmān love, Sweetie, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas. I know you. Do you think I don’t see how you look at me? Do you think I don’t sense how you truly feel about me? Believe me, despite your being a Hindu, I’m honored that such a handsome ever young man finds me attractive like that, but I’m your zsalhaj, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas……I mean, it’s tempting,”
Her cheeks reddened.
I couldn’t believe what she was saying.
My thoughts and emotions were swinging in opposite directions.
I was immensely grave now.
With her next breath I was chagrined.
Then I was flattered.
And then, I was intrigued.
I was charmed and finally titillated.
Did my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, just say,
“It’s tempting”?
My mind was racing at warp speed as I wondered if my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had thought about us and was curious about it.
Could she be attracted to me as I am to her?
Could she be fascinated by the idea of us being together?
Is she really tempted?
“I know you love me and would never hurt me. I know you would treat me right. You would do everything you can to make me happy but…”
“So, why not, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas?” I nterrupted her, smiling.
I knew I was on the precipice.
I was on the edge of the high dive board; it was either jump or climb down the ladder and never have another chance.
“What do you mean?” My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, almost squeaked.
“You’re the one who says not to care what others say or think. You said it yourself, that you know I love you and would treat you right. I love you. So, why don’t we try it? You know, just try and see how it is.”
“Really?” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, wondered and I could hear in her tone that she wasn’t offended.
Instead she sounded curious.
I had to seal the deal.
Thanks Eīshān.
“Yeah, come here…” I softly ordered and lifting her hand pulled her towards me.
We leaned in to each other and kissed; eyes closed and on the lips!!!
In reality it was a chastise kiss, as a first kiss always is but at the same time it was the greatest kiss ever.
Our lips touched for a short eternity before she leaned back and softly chuckled.
However it wasn’t an insulting laugh but one of bemused embarrassment.
Still when I leaned forward she matched and we kissed again, and again, and again.
On the last kiss our lips lingered, and when she pulled back she softly giggled with pleasure.
“Come here,” I urged as I sat back in my chair.
Pulling on her hand she, with the grace of a nymph, slide across from her seat to sit on my lap.*
On my Hindu lap!
Ultimately.
Muħammad groaned and marched out of there, unable to bear to lose his one more extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife to my ever miraculous Hindu male charms.
It was more painful now.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had married Muħammad divorcing her former husband.
Has she decided to divorce her second husband too, Muħammad too?
We exchanged a few more quick kisses and she looped her right arm over my shoulders.
My left hand wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to me.
We kissed some more and I was in Heaven.
I’d kissed a few girls recently but none were as breathtaking, as kissing My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, was.
Her lips seemed to be perfectly matched to mine with the exact combination of warm and softness.
After a few more kisses she twisted, turning even more towards me and rested her left arm over my shoulder encircling us.
As she did, I was astonished to feel her mouth open and then even more astounded to feel her tongue caress my lips.
I knew what to do.*
She whispered low,
“Allah, God, I didn’t expect to actually come,”
“But you did, didn’t you, you evil bitch!” I told her coolly. “Next thing you’ll torture me with is your Musalmān ass… saying is this how the guys in hatred felt…”
“Hmmmm?” I heard her gasp and then fall silent.
“I don’t blame you, I’d be afraid too…” I whispered.
“I am NOT afraid of you or your UNCUT HINDU LUND!” she hollered.
I felt her lift her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and then shift her body weight just a little, and just as I taunted her with her tightly puckered Musalmān asshole was pressing down over the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad was making little gasping sounds and slowly but oh so surely her Musalmān anus opened to the wide head of my Uncut Hindu Lund and inch by inch she moved down until… ‘POP’ the head slipped in.
She was panting again but this time in a different type of exertion.
Once she had acclimated to the head inside of her she dropped down letting the Uncut Hindu Shaft follow after.
Soon my Uncut Hindu Dick was buried as deepest as it could go inside of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and to my utter astonishment she was purring.
After a full minute Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to lift and drop again but only a little at first.
“So full…” she whispered, “…my ever smart Musalmān ass is so fucking full of your Uncut Hindu Lund, Hindu scoundrel.”
She rode me slowly but I noticed she was lifting higher and higher now taking more of me with each motion.
Evil Bitch was soon riding the full length of me panting and moaning as her fingers diddled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and clit.
“Open your eyes and see your filthy nāpāk UNCUT HINDU LUND deepest in my extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies,? Is it as tight as the other beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she moaned and shook with pleasure.
“Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad,” I said opening my eyes and taking in the entire scene of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass impaled on my Uncut Hindu Dick. “I never had sex with your younger sisters and cousins, neither ever with your beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They reported you wrong. But you never believed me. Why should you? They are your own and I am only a communal Hindu in your damned opinion. I just wanted you to violate yourself like the spiteful bitch you are.”
Her expression was priceless as she began to rant and rave and then she tried to lift off of my Uncut Hindu Lund but I gave her what she wanted then I thrust my hips upward impaling her once more.
She stopped dead in her tracks as I grabbed her by her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and began to thrust up into her tight Musalmān ass again and again.
“UHHHHH…” she moaned. “Stop… NO… not my Musalmān ass!”
“You wanted me to fuck your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, is that it?” I asked her as I continued to fuck her.
“YES…”
“You wanted to be in control, didn’t you?”
“YESS…”
“But you didn’t expect liking getting ass fucked did you?”
“NO…”
“Do you want me to cum in your Musalmān ass, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad?”
“YESSS…”
“How do they ask politely,” saying it just the way her ardent, orthodox, Musalmān parents would have.
“P… please cum in my tremendously gorgeous, ever shrewdest, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass!!!”
“If I am going to do that, you need to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck your extremely attractive ardent Musalmān ass,” I gave her my ultimatum.
Chapter 45
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
AHAL-AL BAYT-42
Posted: July 27, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, HLMCIC, life sciences, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad, Muħammad Åbdullah, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 1 CommentChapter 42
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī
Muħammad
Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad
All day at work, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī tried to banish images of my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mind.
The more Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī fought it, the more clearly she could see my long, hard Uncut Hindu Shaft with the shiny purple mushroom tip and the tight balls perfectly in place.
Is Durgesh really sixty four?
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī can’t believe it.
Allah, how she hated this man.
His entire life is nothing except his ever dirty, ever nāpāk, Uncut Hindu Lund in extremely tāhirāt, extremely muqaddas, muqaddastarīn, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.
And his Musalmān friends!
She understood them perfectly too.
They deliberately make Durgesh their friend.
It was the excuse they used to bring Durgesh to their homes and introduce their beautiful Musalmān wives to him so that they could get rid of their perfectly loyal and faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Are they really Musalmīn?
Bloody munāfiqīn!
They deliberately keep their ever tāhirāt, ever muqaddasāt, ever sacred Musalmān wives, hungry for sex under this or that pretext.
Then they make friendship with Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu that has so unashamedly established his Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
The bloody munāfiqīn know very well that if their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are kept hungry for sex deliberately, and they meet Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, however hard their Musalmān wives fight to keep their Musalmān husband’s trust, Durgesh is infinitely expert in making them to surrender to his infinite dirty sexual Hindu lust for them.
Once Durgesh succeeds, and Durgesh never failed, not even a single time, the bloody munāfiqīn divorce their otherwise perfectly loyal Musalmān wives and marry another fresh Musalmān Beauties.
Allah, isn’t it a vicious circle the entire Muslimahs are facing every now and then?*
After breakfast, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had gone into the bathroom without knocking and seen Durgesh fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, on the shower stall.
“Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī!” Al Taqaddus Al Islam shouted, but it was too late; Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had already seen us.
Actually All of Durgesh.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had no idea Durgesh, 64 and a senior, was as hung as he was.
He was as big if not bigger than most men she had seen in the porn movies.
Yes, Muħammad could not satisfy Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
It was a blunder to marry Muħammad, even after his so grand an exposure, in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, by his then wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Someone else could have committed suicide.
But not Muħammad.
On the contrary, Muħammad’s friendship with Durgesh had more deepened instead.
Everyone was surprised and dumbfounded.
How the hell someone could be as shameless as Muħammad was.
“Why?” Muħammad argued furiously, “whatsoever was done, it was done by my then ever sex hungry wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. She used Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund as an excuse. Durgesh was used by my then ever cunning wife. What Durgesh has done? He even resisted, but…”
Everyone was dumbfounded hearing Muħammad’s such utmost absurd excuses.
Yet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī married Muħammad.
She needed an ever competent manager for her Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī Multi National Group of Companies.
She was a trillionaire.
What scared her most was that each time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought of it, she could feel a tingle in her loins and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moisten.
When she got home late that day, she was surprised to find that her panties were drenched.
Allah, no Hindu please.
Not Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw them in the hamper and slid on a new pair.
I myself couldn’t stop thinking of Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Everything she did around me was sexualized now.
She could be watching the internet or TV, still it made me hard.
The outfits she wore made me hard; the way she chastely, honorably kissed my cheek or forehead, as I was her Nandoī, her brother in law after all, made me hard.
The scent of her in the bathroom after Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had used it made me hard.
The sight of her folded undies on her bed made me hard.
It was a torture living in that house with her, having a semi-permanent hard on around her.
Finally I confided in a friend about the feelings he was having about Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
“Is that all?” the friend smiled.
“You don’t think that’s weird?” I looked at her.
“Please,” the beautiful Musalmān lady said. “If you think that’s hot, listen to this. Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī lets me use her underwear to finger me in. Once she even helped me, so long as I promised not to tell my parents.”
“What do you mean ‘helped you’?”
“I mean, she fingered me off with her own hand!”
Durgesh smiled fucking her.
“How was it?”
“How was it? Are you kidding me, it was amazing. I don’t know where Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī learned it, but she knows how finger me off better than I do myself.”
“And she doesn’t mind?”
“Hell no. She even said that she’d rather I be doing this stuff at home with her, than Allah målūm, God knows, where with whom catching some horrible disease.”
“Gee, that makes sense,” I said. “I had never though of it that way before. It’s safer.”
“Yeah,” the extremely beautiful Musalmān lady grinned, constricting her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Lund. “It’s safer and it sure as hell is hotter. I don’t have to waste my time dating anyone except you, Durgesh darling, and taking them out to dinner. All I have to do is knock on Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī’s door, butter her up and let things happen.”
“How do you butter her up?” I smiled.
“You know. All I have to do is tell her how much I love her and hug her and give her kisses and tell her how beautiful she is. It never fails.”
“It’s that easy?”
“Yup, once you find out she wants it as much as you do, it is.”*
She marched inside extremely excited.
“Ammī, do you know that Durgesh has a huge penis?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad almost spit out the tea she was drinking.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sat down next to me at the kitchen table.
“What?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sputtered.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was grinning.
“Yeah. Durgesh just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn’t know I was in there. I didn’t get a great look at it, but it looked massive.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad frowned.
“It was just flopping all around, It was freakin’-”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, that’s your phūphājī you’re talking about.”
“I know, but the size of that thing. Ammī, you can’t believe it. Have you seen it?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! Of course I haven’t seen it.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said bitterly, “I wasn’t there in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, when your Abbū’s now former wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, shamelessly exhibited it to your Abbū and the rest of everyone present there.”
“It’s really something to be put in Exhibition, Ammī.”
“Nonsense.”
“Lighten up, Ammī. Is Abbū big?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Is he?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad insisted mischievously.
“Um, I think Muħammad is pretty average, not so smallest as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say and the media is repeating constantly being bribed by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah constantly to justify herself. I don’t know.”
“Durgesh must get it from his side of the family then.”
He doesAl Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was instantly reminded of the time she’d caught Durgesh fucking her friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, when Al Taqaddus Al Islam had come to visit her.
She watched Durgesh and Al Taqaddus Al Islam fucking passionately shamelessly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew, her friends fuck Durgesh.
That was the real reason they were her friends.
Durgesh’s penis appeared to her as if it was a foot long.
“Um, I don’t know. So, what do you have planned for today?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still thinking about her phūphājī, Durgesh.
Allah, how crazy we Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies are for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sighed.
It was really unique and legendary.
Late that night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed.
She opened her bedroom door a crack and saw Al Fātimah Al Muħammad near Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered, stepping into the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Um, just going to the bathroom.”
“The bathroom’s that way,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said pointing the opposite way.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, and started walking back towards Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“What were you really doing?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad for a Moment . “I just wanted to see it again, okay?”
“See what?”
In the dim light, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her grin.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, no! He’s your phūphājī!”
“I just want to see it, Ammī. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked.”
She walked back to Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!”
She looked back at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and then opened my door and went in.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly followed.
I was lying on my back, my comforter covering most of his lower half.
From a couple of inadvertent glimpses of my bare butt, and one time my balls — which, now that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought about it were pretty big — Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew Durgesh slept naked.
Well, the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, she smiled mischievously.
Actually it was the other way round.
The ever horny beautiful Muslimāt fuck Durgesh, Durgesh doesn’t fuck them.
Why otherwise Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had to run her ever utmost infamous Seven Movements?
The street lights illuminated Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees.
“Do you think he’s wearing anything?” she asked.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t say that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew he wasn’t.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?”
Why the hell she isn’t stopping her daughter strictly?
Why taking it so softly?
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad is an ever insistent ever persistent young lady.
Any strict behaviour with her will produce exactly the opposite result.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad scoffed.
“Durgesh ? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn’t he? He fucks his Musalmān yalāyalīs 24x7x365. That’s why he is so tired that …”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slowly lifted the comforter off me, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her eyes grew wide.
“Allah! Holy shit!”
She moved the comforter so that I was full exposed.
Allah! Good God, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Durgesh does really have a huge penis.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, beaming.
“Look at the size of this thing, Ammī! And it’s not even hard!”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was startled at her daughter’s boldness.
Allah!
Yā Allah!
My Uncut Hindu Lund was at least six inches long and probably five around.
It had a nice big head to match and seemed to be completely hairless.
It was the first penis even Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad ‘d seen in person in almost a year, and although it disgusted Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad a little, she could feel her own panties start to moisten.
“How big do you think this monster will get?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, you’ve seen it, okay? Let’s go.”
“Alright.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad stared at my Uncut Hindu Lund for another Moment, reluctantly covered me up again and followed her Ammī out of the room.
“Did you see the size of that thing, Ammī? Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched her daughter go back to her room, worriedly.
By the time she herself got back into bed, her own pussy was soaked.
Allah!
How could she blame her daughter?*
When Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī got home that day, I met her at the door and hugged and kissed her.
She was overwhelmed.
“Wow, what do I owe this for, my Hindu Nandoī, the ever infamous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she said, smiling and teasing me.
I smiled too. “I don’t know. Just for being such a great Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.”
“How many wives your ‘sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam’ (?) has? Breaking the record of the original Muħammad Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam? Kambakħt every so called Musalmān, named Muħammad, thinks he himself is Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.”
I hadn’t released new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, still, from my embrace.
My right Hindu palm was still on her ever gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
She felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rising between her legs.
She looked into my eyes and enjoyed my erection mischievously, between her legs.
“What about the Kħadījahs? Aren’t they themselves countless too?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes too, “And don’t they too think they are Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid razī Allahu tålā ånahā themselves?”
She smiled and changed the subject prudently.
“Ahhh,” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī cooed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hugged me back. “If you keep this up, you’ll get that my Nanads, my sisters in law jealous of me too.”
But I didn’t care what her Nanads think anymore; I wanted her, my own Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Dinner was a quiet affair, candle lit with a lot of shy glances shot across the table.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī couldn’t shake the feeling that she was on a date of sorts.
Allah, date with Durgesh?
She must be crazy.
Only because he has played somewhat with her buttocks, and consequently hardened somewhat between her legs, she thinks he wants her too?
Nonsense.
Isn’t she being somewhat over confident now?
“Listen,” she said. “I’m sorry I barged in on you this morning.”
I smiled it off. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not like it isn’t anything you haven’t seen before, right? Moreover, you are most welcome whenever you want to see it again.”
“Shut up. Your sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam will murder me.” she smiled, although it was something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hadn’t seen before.
I was hung like a horse.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hesitated, then said, she couldn’t hold back anymore, she said, “How long has it been like that? I mean,” she said, “how long have you been,” she gulped, “hardening on me?”
I was matter of fact suddenly.
I looked at her.
“I guess since last year. It grew a lot that year, on you.”
“I can see that,” she said, regretting it immediately. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s fine, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī. Chill out. I am not offering a baby, my baby to you. It’s natural physical reaction of our bodies, you know. What do you think, I am not aware of the fact that if I harden on you, you wet on me too?”
“Allah, Durgesh, that’s the limit, shut up.” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt embarrassed. She looked at me complaining,
“We may have our own natural physical reactions, we can’t help it. But please, let it go at that.”
Okay.” I smiled, “Now why don’t you draw yourself a bath and relax?”
“That’s very nice of you, to suggest it.” she said, getting up. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
I’m a real horny toad, my darling, was what I thought.
Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī went upstairs to the bathroom.
She plugged the drain in the tub, ran some hot water, lit some candles and started to undress.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw her dirty clothes into the hamper slid herself into the hot bath.
She let herself soak.
Soon her hand found her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and she started to think of My Uncut Hindu Lund.
In the morning, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, was still wearing her bathrobe.
I went to her and hugged her.
“Easy there, mister,” she said, pushing me away.
I hadn’t realized I had morning wood, and it was pressing it up against Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She pretended to be shocked but deep down she liked how hard and big it felt against her tummy.
Yes, she too gets wet on Durgesh whenever Durgesh’s ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund touches her between her legs.
So what?
If Durgesh has a right to harden on her, why similarly she herself doesn’t have a right to wet on Durgesh?
They aren’t brother and sister.
They are brother in law and sister in law.
In law, Not actually.
“Now,” she said, “what do you want for breakfast?”
Later that day, when Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, came home from work, I put my plan into action.
I told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.
“Awwwe, why thank you honey.”
And then I hugged her and kissed her, which was she was fine with until I tried to kiss her on the mouth.
“What’s gotten into you, Durgesh? I’m your Salhaj, your sister in law,. Not some hussy you met at a bar.”
“Well, I think I took some more liberty erroneously, than you are ready to give me. I’m sorry,” I said gravely.
“Okay. It’s alright if you say so. Will you be kind enough to leave me alone for a moment?”
“Oh, sure, why not?”
I smiled and moved to my room.
After a few moments, I heard a knock at the door.
It was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had come to apologize to me.
She said,
“I’m sorry I blew up at you. I guess it’s been hard on us. It was your natural physical reaction. What a kiss when you already harden between my legs and I wet on your Hindu erection usually. Let’s kiss and make up.”
So, it was this?
She had regretted immediately that she hadn’t allowed me to kiss on her mouth.
This time, she wasn’t taking any chances?
I hugged and gave her just a peck on the cheek.
Somehow this felt unsatisfying to both me and Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She drew tiny circles on the back of my hand and smiled,
“I guess it’s O.K. if you kiss me on the mouth every now and then. But don’t make it a habit, O.K.? Will it do?”
“O.K.,” I smiled too.
“So what are you waiting for then?”
I closed my eyes, leaned in and kissed Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī on her extremely beautiful red crimson lips.
It was a dry and chaste kiss until Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī opened her mouth and kissed me back.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth too and soon we were sucking on each other’s tongues.
I felt my mind drift and forgot completely that the person I was kissing was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, not my own wife.
She stopped.
“That was my fault,” she said. “I got carried away.”
She bit down on her lower lip, walked away and shut herself in her bedroom.
She couldn’t believe Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had just French kissed e.
It wasn’t sin, gunāh, yet, but it wasn’t far either.
She went to bed, determined not to let her desires get the better of her.*
The next morning she was standing in the kitchen when I came in.
I kissed her good morning on the cheek.
She kissed me back, then thought, what the hell, and pulled me close and planted one on my lips.
My mind was spinning.
As I stood there in the kitchen French kissing Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, fell to her buttocks and this I could hear made Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī moan.
Nevertheless she pulled up my hands so they were back at her waist.
“You shouldn’t do that to your Salhaj, your sister in law, at least when we kiss.” she said afterward. “Kissing me is one thing; groping me at the same time, is another.”
I smiled.
“I promise I won’t rape you.”
She laughed,
“I’m afraid I thought you were going to.”
“Never,” I looked into her eyes gravely, “yes, I was about to make love to you. But it was only a suggestion. If you turn it down, you have every damn right to do so. No hard feelings from me on that. Is it alright with you?”
new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī smiled at me,
“Sure, sorry I turned you down.”
“It’s all right. It’s a woman’s right to choose who may enter her and who can’t.”
I told my friend about my make out session with Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī and my friend patted me on the shoulder.
“She’ll be yours in no time. Just make sure you don’t cum too early.”
Easier said than done, I thought, especially considering how hot Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was.
At work, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought about the scene in the kitchen with me and how my hands had instinctively reached for her ass.
Yet, it was natural.
Wasn’t it?
She had herself dreamed of me, when kissing her, always grabbing for her behind.
This made her smile.
Secretly, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had liked it and it had made her moan but she didn’t want to give me the idea.
I was her Nandoī, her brother in law and she was my Salhaj, my sister in law.
In Hinduism it wasn’t any sin for me to fuck my Musalmān Salhajs.
Lord Bhagvān Vishñu had made love to his Salhajs, his sisters in law, Vr’ndā and Tulsī.
But in Islam, it was a sin, a gunāh.
Chapter 43
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Durgesh Safiyah bint Ħayī
Durgesh Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD
The Everbest Friend of Muħammad
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD smiled at Safiyah bint Ħayī.
She could not believe Safiyah bint Ħayī was also there.
Allah, how she hated Durgesh and other Hindus.
“They always fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties. Allah, what a religion. ‘Fuck Musalmān Beauties’ ‘Fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ ‘Break their even perfect home with their Musalmān husband’. These are the teachings of Hinduism. Can you ever believe a religion can be so communal.” Safiyah bint Ħayī had argued with Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD once.*
Things at home began to change the night she popped the question.
Safiyah bint Ħayī and Muħammad had been married for 21 years.
Safiyah bint Ħayī was a housewife and as far as Muħammad knew had always been faithful.
They were in bed reading as they always did to unwind at night, when she asked the unthinkable.
“Did you ever let fuck Durgesh your mother?”
“Do what?” Muħammad responded confusingly.
“You heard me.” Safiyah bint Ħayī continued. “Durgesh is ever young. He has fucked almost your every Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife sooner or later. Sometimes you resisted, sometimes not. Yet, Durgesh never stopped fucking your wives. Your Ammī is a tremendously sophisticated mature Musalmān lady. Yet, she is still athletic and dangerously beautiful. I wonder as you so liberally let Durgesh fuck your beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives, have you similarly ever let Durgesh fuck your Ammī as well.”
“What kind of demented question is that?” Muħammad asked, being angry somewhat.
Safiyah bint Ħayī smiled sophisticatedly.
“It’s not demented… in fact it’s quite common, most people just don’t talk about it. Yet, they do. I know most of my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān extremely beautiful women friends whose husbands let Durgesh fuck their beautiful Musalmān wives. You’ll wonder that they even manage somehow to let Durgesh fuck their Ammīs too.”
Muħammad smiled sarcastically.
“They do it to keep their Ammīs mouth shut. The daughters in law insist their mothers in law must also fuck Durgesh so that they can’t object/criticize their daughters in law’s similar relationships with Durgesh.”
“That’s right. I think you can talk to your wife of all people about it now, don’t you?” She asked.
“No, I didn’t let Durgesh fuck my Ammī. I believe that’s not a good thing for a son. and last time I checked it was against the law.” Muħammad stated.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, chuckled.
“Yeah, so is adultry and last time, Muħammad, I heard ninty-percent of the married population was commiting it.” She answered.
“Well, I certainly hope our marriage is one of the ten percent.” Muħammad said.
Safiyah bint Ħayī rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Then you at least fantasized about Durgesh fucking your Ammī?” She said.
“No, I didn’t fantasize, Safiyah bint Ħayī, she is my Ammī, lillāh, for God’s sake!” Muħammad shouted.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, shook her head.
“Liar.” She said. “Most all teenaged Musalmān boys even now fantasize about Durgesh fucking their Ammīs, it’s a well known fact. You fantasized about Durgesh fucking your Ammī as Durgesh fantasizes about fucking me.”
“Safiyah bint Ħayī, that’s crazy, how could you say that about Durgesh?” Muħammad asked.
“Because it’s true… I am no different to Durgesh than most other Musalmān ladies of my age who dream of getting Durgesh between thier Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān legs while their husbands are at work. It’s perfectly natural.” She said.
“You don’t know that.” Muħammad said.
“Dear, trust me, I’m his Musalmān Salhaj, his Musalmān sister in law and Durgesh’s Musalmān Salhajs know these things.” She said.
“Oh, come on, Safiyah bint Ħayī, you act as though you know what Durgesh is thinking of you.” Muħammad said.
“Durgesh’s Musalmān Salhajs usually know more about Durgesh than you think.” She said.
“Oh, really, what do you know about Durgesh that I don’t?” Muħammad asked boldly.
“Muħammad, I know that Durgesh fucks my beautiful Musalmān lady friends three times a day, sometimes four. He fantasizes about rubbing his Uncut Hindu Lund between my legs, with my toe-nails painted red. He frequents my cloths hamper when you and I are gone and likes to put his Uncut Hindu Lund into the crotch of my dirty panties. He also likes my Musalmān lady friends with big Musalmān breasts. Would you like to know more?” She asked.
Muħammad was struck by her words.
“How do you know all these things?” Muħammad asked.
Safiyah bint Ħayī smiled mischevously.
” Durgesh’s Musalmān Salhajs have their ways.” She answered.
“Surely you don’t talk to Durgesh about these things.” Muħammad asked.
“Dear, just as you go to work and and do things that are of no concern to Durgesh and I, a Durgesh’s Musalmān Salhaj and Durgesh have their own little world here at home, that a Musalmān sālā of Durgesh shouldn’t concern himself with.” She said.
“Safiyah bint Ħayī, you and Durgesh aren’t…” Muħammad couldn’t finish.
“Fucking?” She said with a smile. “If Muħammad, I were fucking Durgesh, then that would mean that I was attracted to him. That’s not really the type of thing that a wife would confess to her husband.”
Muħammad was starting to feel his Musalmān blood boil.
Allah, not Safiyah bint Ħayī too.
Not Safiyah bint Ħayī too.
Can’t he has at least only one Musalmān wife that never fucks Durgesh?
Is it necessary that Muħammad’s every ardent Musalmān wife must fuck Durgesh, even if she doesn’t fuck Muħammad himself?
“Safiyah bint Ħayī, just tell me, yes or no. Are you and Durgesh having sex?” Muħammad pleaded.
As his face turned red Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, giggled a little and ran her fingers gently across his face.
“Sweetie, you’re letting yourself get all worked up. This is really bothering you, isn’t it?” She asked almost gloatingly.
“I just feel I have a right to know!” Muħammad stated.
“No, you don’t have a right to know. Darling, I love you, but you are a sālā and a husband, and have no place in Musalmān Salhaj Hindu Nandoī relationship. What takes place when your not in this home is neither your business nor your concern. If the Musalmān Salhaj and Hindu Nandoī in this home are fucking, then you’ll be no different than any other unsuspecting Musalmān sālā and will never know about it.” She said.
Safiyah bint Ħayī gave Muħammad a light peck on the lips and smiled warmly.
“You’re tired and you have a full day tomorrow. Get some sleep, love.” She said.
“Safiyah bint Ħayī, if you and Durgesh really fuck after I’ve gone, I’ve lost you too to Durgesh for ever. You will never return to me. No one returned.
Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.”
Safiyah bint Ħayī only smiled cunningly*
That night, Muħammad could hardly sleep.
The next morning Muħammad woke up like all the others.
Safiyah bint Ħayī fixed him breakfast and ushered him to the door.
Safiyah bint Ħayī wore a flimsy silk robe which hug her big boobs beautifully.
Muħammad saw me come down the stairs in my boxers and head for the couch.
“He’s up early.” Muħammad said.
“Yeah, I told him he could help his Musalmān Salhaj paint her toe-nails and do her dirty laundry.” She said with a grin.
Muħammad’s stomach sunk.
“So what else are you two up to today?” Muħammad inquired suspiciously.
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find things to keep ourselves occupied.” She answered, smiling from ear to ear. “You better go, dear, you’ll be late.” She finished.
Muħammad walked out the door only to have it slammed behind him.
As Muħammad walked to my car he listened to Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, lock the inside latches and wondered to himself what type of world she had created for Durgesh when Muħammad wasn’t around.
Alarmingly, imagining Safiyah bint Ħayk and me fucking, Muħammad felt his own cut Musalmān nūnī stiffen within his pants.
Damn, Muħammad knew Muħammad should have been more trustful to his Musalmān wife!
All day long Muħammad couldn’t focus on his work.
Muħammad’s mind was burning with a question he never thought Muħammad would have to ask Himself.
Are Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, and 64 year old Hindu Bahnoī, Durgesh, really fucking?
Well, wasn’t it more than possible?
Finally, about noon-time Muħammad picked up the phone so Muħammad could call home to get some indication of what we were doing with our day.
It rang and rang and finally, Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, answered.
“H…Hello…” She said. Muħammad could tell Safiyah bint Ħayī was panting, out of breath.
“Hi honey, it’s just me.” Muħammad said.
There was a peculiar repetative sound in the background, like skin slapping against skin.
“Sweetie, I…Muħammad, I can’t—” She took a sharp breath.
Her voice seemed to quiver.
“Muħammad, I can’t talk right now, call me back later.”
CLICK!!!
She hung up on Muħammad.
Muħammad’s stomach went into Muħammad’s legs as a sick feeling passed through him.
He never dreamed Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, would have an affair, especially with renowned Musalmān Beauties fucker, renowned extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Durgesh.
Could it be so?
Muħammad left work early that day.
Muħammad wanted to do more investigating.
Muħammad had to be sure.
He drove down the street only to see Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, and me pulling out of the driveway in Durgesh’s big royal car.
Muħammad followed us to the mall on the other side of town.
Secretly, Muħammad snuck inside the mall entrance behind us.
Muħammad was shocked to find Safiyah bint Ħayk and me hand in hand, as if two ashvinātam lovers were out shopping.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī’s behavior was as if that of a horny teenaged Musalmān girl.
Muħammad watched as Safiyah bint Ħayī and I pranced in and out of stores together arm in arm like young kids in love.
Yet neither Safiyah bint Ħayī nor I was young actually.
Safiyah bint Ħayī was a 38 year old married woman and I was an everyoung 64 year old sophisticated man.
Even so, Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, was all over me.
She had never been this touchy-feely with Muħammad, but Safiyah bint Ħayī couldn’t keep her hands off me.
Muħammad watched in shock as we sat on a bench together.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, had her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair quite affectionately.
She had her mouth up close to my ear whispering things that Muħammad could just tell were sexual in nature.
Muħammad was not a lip reader, but it was pretty obvious that there were a lot of “FUCKS, Uncut Hindu Lund AND ardent Musalmān Cunts ” flowing from her mouth.
If that wasn’t enough, Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, had removed her foot from its sandal and was running her toes up and down my calf.
Every once in a while Safiyah bint Ħayī would lightly kiss and blow on my neck.
We left the mall and Muħammad expected Muħammad would follow us home, but we didn’t go home.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Musalmān wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, drove us out of town and into the woods.
She turned off on a small dirt road and it suddenly struck Muħammad where Safiyah bint Ħayī was taking me.
We were going to a secret spot in the woods, where Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, and Muħammad used to go make out when they were dating.
Knowing exactly where the spot was, Muħammad parked Muħammad’s car and followed us on foot.
Fifteen minutes later Muħammad had caught up with us and found my big royal van parked under some shrubs.
Muħammad also discovered that we hadn’t wasted any time.
The windows were already steamed up and the van was rocking from side to side.
Muħammad wanted to puke as Muħammad listened to our ashvinātam hump.
“Oh, yeah…harder, Durgesh, Durgesh darling fuck your Musalmān Salhaj good!” Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, wailed.
“Allah, Oh God, fuck it!!! Fuck Muħammad’s present Musalmān pussy, my Musalmān Cunt, Durgesh, my Musalmān Salhaj fucker Hindu Nandoī!!!! She screamed.
“Oh, stretch Muħammad’s pussy, my Musalmān Cunt, with that big meaty Uncut Hindu Lund you have…oh yeah!!! Safiyah bint Ħayī continued.
And as if those words wern’t piercing enough.
“Oh, it feels so good to be humped by a real Hindu man. That’s it, harder…deeper!!! Allah! Oh God fuck me harder, Durgesh, I’m cumming!!! I’m cumming!!!”
Muħammad couldn’t take anymore.
All Muħammad could do was turn and run away.*
Muħammad ran as fast as Muħammad could back towards his car.
Muħammad could still hear Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, screaming and wailing, her voice echoing through the woods.
Muħammad reached his car, Muħammad’s heart pounding like mad, fury flowing through him.
He jumped in a drove.
All the way home, my images
between Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī’s long beautiful legs haunted Muħammad.
What was Muħammad to do?
That night Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, and Muħammad sat side by side in their marital bed.
Safiyah bint Ħayī was thumbing through a magazine and Muħammad pretended to read, yet secretly Muħammad was fuming mad.
She put her magazine down and looked over at Muħammad.
“Sweetie, Muħammad, I have something to tell you.” She said.
“What?” Muħammad asked, preparing for the worst, yet at this point nothing would have surprised Muħammad.
“I’m pregnant.” She said with a glowing smile.
Not a single time for years had Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī entered Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, without a condom.
She knew it, Muħammad knew it and she knew Muħammad knew it.
“It’s not mine, is it?” Muħammad asked.
Across her lips fell an almost wicked smirk.
“No.” She said wickedly.
“It belongs to Durgesh?” Muħammad asked.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, looked at him gravely.
“Before you go off, let me remind you that my father is a lawyer and if you leave me, you know Durgesh and I will get it all, everything, and you’ll have nothing.” Safiyah bint Ħayī warned.
“How long have you two been at this?” Muħammad asked.
“That’s not something you need to know. It’s our personal matter, Durgesh’s and mine, not yours at all.” Safiyah bint Ħayī cooed to him, “What you do need to know is that Durgesh and I have decided that certain things need to change.”
“Like what?” Muħammad asked angrily.
“Well, first of all that we’re going to have this baby and yes, it is Durgesh’s and mine. Second, that Durgesh is going to move into this room and share my bed with me, you’ll sleep in his bed from now on.” She said.
“The hell I will!” Muħammad exclaimed.
“And third, if you refuse, Durgesh and I will move into an apartment together and sue you for every fucking penny.” She said forcefully.
“This is crazy, you’re my wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, for—”
“Yes, and you’re My husband, and will continue to be, but my primary husband and lover now will be Durgesh. We’ve decided that your role will be that of the provider. Durgesh and I will stay home and make babies, we’ve already decided we want three more sons.” She said.
“You’re telling me I don’t even get to sleep with my own wife?” Muħammad said in disbelief.
“No, I’m sorry, Durgesh and I will be sleeping in this bed from now on.”
She looked towards the door.
“Durgesh, my Hindu love, are you there?” Safiyah bint Ħayī called.
I came into the room with a suitcase full of my belongings.
I looked at my Musalmān Salhaj and Muħammad.
“Sorry, Muħammad.” I said with a grin.
“Honey, why don’t you go in and wash up before you come to bed.” She said.
Muħammad’s stomach was sick
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, looked at Muħammad sternly.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone with the father of my child. Get your things and go to your room.” Safiyah bint Ħayī commanded.
“Honey, please…let’s talk about this.” Muħammad pleaded.
“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m sorry dear, but you’re no longer head of the house.” She said.
“I’ll try harder, I swear.” Muħammad said desperately.
“Sweetie, no! You can try all you want but you’ll never be half the man that Durgesh is in bed. You can’t please me, you don’t have the stamina or the staying-power. Like it or not, you don’t have a tool big enough for the job…and your Hindu Bahnoī does. By the way, why the hell you never thought, Muħammad, why every one of your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife fuck Durgesh without even a single exception? Hasn’t it proved to you ever, you moron, that you lack something we all of your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives need and Durgesh doesn’t? He has infinite of that.”
It was as if a knife to the heart.
Muħammad rolled out of bed and started collecting his things.
I came out of the bathroom and took the vacant spot next to his wife on the bed.
Safiyah bint Ħayī was all over me in an instant, pulling me over against her enormous Musalmān breasts.
“There’s my new hubby. Come here and make love to your pregnant Musalmān wife.” She smiled at me invitingly.
It was all as if a bad dream to Muħammad.
Muħammad looked at the two of us not covered even in blankets.
Muħammad could see we both were nude now and I was taking position between his wife’s beautiful nude Musalmān legs.
Muħammad could see us kissing, panting heavily.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, peeked up from under me, looking at Muħammad.
“Sweetie, can you close the door on your way out?” She asked.
Muħammad could only nod obediently.*
That night Muħammad lay on Muħammad’s new bed in Muħammad’s new room listening to the screams coming from the room Muħammad once shared with Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī’s howls echoed through the house.
“That’s it, Durgesh darling, harder!!! Harder!!!” Safiyah bint Ħayī wailed.
“Oh, stretch Muħammad’s cunt, my Musalmān Cunt I mean that still legally belong to Muħammad with that big Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker Uncut Hindu Lund of yours ! Allah! Oh God, you’re gonna make me cum again. Oh fuck! FUCK….I’M CUMMING!!! AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
On and off all night Muħammad listened to our ashvinātam hump.
Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, and I went on to have our baby boy and named him Muħammadésh after Muħammad.
Years went by and we had 3 more children, all boys, just as we had planned.
Muħammad knew there were more of our sons to come.
His wife, Safiyah bint Ħayī, was perhaps even sexier than Durgesh.
Muħammad sighed.
Wasn’t it clever that he had already married another dazzling Musalmān Beauty?
Why the hell he should have wept for a woman that didn’t love him any longer?
There are countless of women.
Aren’t there?
Even if Durgesh fucks Muħammad’s new wife too, well, Muħammad would right march ahead and marry another.
Let Durgesh fuck the women Muħammad has already used.
If Durgesh feels pride in fucking Muħammad’s ardent Musalmān wives, let him go to hell, let him fuck the women Muħammad has already fucked to his heart’s content.
Why not enjoy a new ardent Musalmān Beauty every time?
None can even blame Muħammad for it.
Isn’t Muħammad a victim instead?
Poor Muħammad.
Isn’t he?
Muħammad smiled cunningly.
Let’s we all must have our own kind of pride.
Let Durgesh enjoy his own kind of pride and Muħammad of his own kind.
What’s the hell wrong in it?
Muħammad loved me after that immensely.
Wasn’t I Muħammad’s everbest friend?
Being infamous myself for snatching away his extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wives, and vacating Muħammad to have a new extremely beautiful afresh Musalmān wife, one by one.
Chapter 42
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 47
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Chapter 47
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah
The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“What for?”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“She was.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*
There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.
Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Hahahaha.”
“Shut up.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“Impotent.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*
Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*
Chapter 48
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Kutté kī poonchh: 4
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Chapter 4
Muħammad kī samajh mein nahīn aa rahā thā ki voh kyā karé.
Āmnah uskī Ammī thīn.
Mukammil taintīs saal kī ho chukī thīn Muħammad kī Ammī Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah.
Voh béħad ħasīn thīn.
Lékin unkā bépanāh Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ħusn Muħammad ké liyé fakħr kī nahīn, sharm kī baat ban chukā thā.
Log unkī bépanāh jawānī aur ħusn ko lékar aesī gandī gandī bātén kiyā karté thé ki Muħammad kā dil chāhtā thā voh kahīn chulloo bhar pānī mein doob maré jākar.
“Too Durgesh kā béŧā hai. Térī Ammī Durgesh sé chudvātī hain, samjhé?” uskā apnā dost Abu Bakr uskā mazāq uđātā thā.
Muħammad kā jee chāhā, Abu Bakr kā munh tođ dé.
Ůmar Fārūq, Ůsmān, Ålī, uské sabhī dost hans rahé thé.
“Hans to aesé rahé ho, jaisé tum logon kī Ammiyān Durgesh sé nahīn chudvātīn.” Muħammad dānt pīskar bolā.
Abu Bakr, Ůmar Fārūq, Ůsmān, Ålī, sabkī hansī ko tatkāl break lag gayā.
Muħammad kabhī un logon ko aesā sakħt jawāb bhī de saktā hai, aesā un chāron mein sé kisī né bhī kabhī kħwāb mein bhī nahīn sochā thā.
Lékin Muħammad sirf itnā kahkar hī nahīn rukā.
Voh itnā bhar chukā thā ki iské aagé bhī boltā rahā voh,
“Tamām Musalmān kutté kī poonchh hoté hain.” Muħammad talkħ lahjé mein bolā, “aur tum sab bhī ākħir ho to Musalmān hī.”
Abu Bakr, Ůmar Fārūq, Ůsmān, Ålī, sab ék dūsré kī taraf dékh rahé thé.
Phir Abu Bakr himmat karké bolā,
“Tum nahīn ho Musalmān?”
“Main Dr. Ali Sina sé mutāssir ho rahā hūn ājkal.” Muħammad usī taraħ talkħ lahjé mein bolā.
Abu Bakr, Ůmar Fārūq, Ůsmān, Ålī, sabné phir ék dūsré kī taraf dékhā.
Chāron jānté thé ki Muħammad aesā sirf ghussé mein kah rahā hai.
Voh ék Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hai.
Dr. Ali Sina sé uské mutāssir honé kā sawāl hi nahīn paidā hotā.
Ůmar Fārūq talkħ āvāz mein bolā,
“Jo tum kah rahé ho, tumhārā baap tak usko bardāsht nahīn kar saktā. Hum sé kyā ummīd rakhte ho?”
“Kaun sā baap?”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Hum sab kā aslī baap Durgesh yā voh nāmard Musalmān jinsé hamārī Ammiyon ké nikāħ hue hain?”
Baat bađhtī dékhkar Ålī né mudākħilat kī,
“Tum bévajah hī nārāz ho rahé ho, Muħammad. Arey, humné to yah baat Āmnah Kħālājān kī tårīf mein kahī thī. Kaun aesī Musalmān hasīnah hai aaj, jo bépanāh ħasīn bhī ho, aur Durgesh sé na chudvātī ho?”
“Sab Durgesh sé chudvātī hain.” Ůsmān muskurākar bolā, “Aŧhārah saal kī ůmr sé lékar sāŧh saal ůmr tak kī Musalmān ħasīnāyén kħud Durgesh ké chakkar kāŧā kartī hain pūrī bésharmī ké sāth, Durgesh sé chudvāné ké liyé.”
“I don’t think so.” Ůmar Fārūq né prativād kiyā.
“What?” Ůsmān né ħairānī sé Ůmar Fārūq kī taraf dékhā.
“Main nahīn samajhtā ki hamārī Ammiyān Chudāī kī itnī shauqīn hain ki jab unké Musalmān shauhar unhén unkī marzī ké mutābiq nahīn chod pate, to voh Durgesh ké chakkar kāŧné lagtī hain, Durgesh sé chudvāné ké liyé.”
“Chudāī shauq nahīn hotī.” Muħammad talkħ lahjé mein bolā, “Bhookh hotī hai. Zarūrat hotī hai, idiots.”
Béħad ħasīno jamīl thīn Muħammad kī Ammījān Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah.
Muħammad ko béħad ghussā ātā thā is baat par ki voh haméshah sāđī pahantī thīn.
Uské dost mazāq uđāté thé,
“Sāđī isliyé pahantī hain Āmnah Kħālājān ki Durgesh ko unhén chodné mein āsānī ho. Hinduon kī zyādah sé zyādah åuratén, kħvāh voh Musalmān hon, Christian hon, Jew hon, mulhid hon, koī bhī kyon na hon, sāđī pahanné hī lagtī hain.” Ůmar Fārūq apnī bāyīn ānkh dabākar bolā.
Muħammad isī baat ko lékar phaŧ pađā thā apnī Ammī par,
“Kyon pahantī ho sādī?”
“Kyā matlab?” Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah né chakrākar dékhā thā apné béŧé kī jānib.
“Āpko nahīn målūm, Ammī Ħuzūr, log āpké mutålliq kaisī kaisī bātén karté hain.”
“Muħammad,” Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah né apné aŧhārah sālā béŧé ko sakħtī sé ghūrā thā, “Tum aesé logon ké sāth bhī uŧhné baiŧhné lagé ho ab jo tumhārī Ammī ké mutålliq Ūl jalūl bātén kiyā karté hain?”
Muħammad bébasī sé bolā,
“Ammī Ħuzūr, agar main aesé logon ké sāth uŧhnā baiŧhnā band karné lagūn to shāyad main kisī ké sāth bhī nahīn uŧh baiŧh sakūngā.”
Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah hans dī thīn,
“Muħammad, mainé tumhārā naam Ħuzūrs ké naam par isliyé rakhā thā ki shāyad tum åām Musalmīn sé alag sifāt apné andar develop kar sako.”
Muħammad phir phaŧ pađā,
“Ākħir āpko Musalmīn sé itnī nafrat kyon hai, Ammījān?”
“Béwaqūf, mujhé Musalmīn sé nahīn, jāhil Musalmīn sé nafrat hai. Balki unsé bhī darħaqīqat nafrat nahīn, hamdardī hai.”
“Lékin Hinduon sé na āpko nafrat hai, na hamdardī.”
“Muħammad, main ék Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān doshīzah hūn. Mujhé Musalmīn sé aur Musalmīn ké masāil sé matlab honā lāzimī hai, my child.” Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah muskurāīn, “Hinduon ké masāil Hindu kħud ħal kar sakné par qādir hain.”
“Lékin Hindu āpké dost bhī to hain.”
“Hān, hain. Lékin, kahā na mainé, voh apné masāil kħud ħal kar sakné par qādir hain.”
Muħammad ék lamħé ké liyé kħāmosh rahā.
Voh soch rahā thā ki Ammī sé is maslé par aur guftgū karé yā na karé.
Kħās taur par Durgesh ké mutålliq.
“Un kī gānđ kāfī moŧī hai.” Abu Bakr né apnī bāyīn ānkh dabāī thī, “Jab woh chaltī hain to unké donon mast Musalmān kūlhé aesé maŧakté hain ki Durgesh ka bhī man unhén chodné kā honé lagtā hai.
Muħammad kī Ammījān Durgesh ko pasand kartī hain. Mainé kaī baar Muħammad kī Ammījān ko unké sāth baat karté hue dékhā hai.”
“Woh sirf formal bātén hotī hain.” Muħammad ne tilmilākar prativād kiyā thā.
Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm us soundproof cabin mein dākħil huī.
Ved Nagar sé lagā huā thā yah ilāqah.
Muħammad Ħanīf ék adhéđ ůmr Musalmān niklā.
Kisī Musalmān ké hī vahan honé ki ummīd thī Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm ko.
Aesé tamām jarāyampéshā dhandhé ājkal Musalmān hī kiyā karté thé.
‘Kutté kī Poonchh’ Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm ék talkħ muskurahaŧ ké sāth kahā kartī thī, “Musalmān kutté kī voh poonchh hain, jo āj sé chaudah sau saal qabl bhī ŧéđhī thī, aaj bhī ŧéđhī hai, aur qarībī mustaqbil mein bhī iské sīdhī ho sakné kī koī gunjāish nahīn.’
Linens kā pant aur Bush shirt pahan rakhī thī Muħammad Ħanīf ne.
Voh kahīn sé bhī koī Narcotics dealer nahīn lagtā thā.
Lékin Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm kħūb achchhī taraħ jāntī thī ki uské bhāī, Muħammad Salīm, ko drugs kī åādat isī ħarāmzādé né dālī thī.
“Tum?” Muħammad Ħanīf muskurāyā, “Baiŧho béŧī. Tāhirah to abhī tak nahīn āī. Tumhén thođā intezār karnā pađégā.
“Koī baat nahīn, Māmūjān.” Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm nihāyat hi kħushgawār lahjé mein bolī, “Durgesh bhī to nahīn āyā abhī tak.”
Muħammad Ħanīf kasmasāyā,
“Béŧī voh multi zillionaire hai. Is taraħ kahīn bhī ānā jānā uské business ké liyé mufīd nahīn hai. Mainé tumsé pahlé bhī kahā thā ki Durgesh nahīn āyégā.”
“Aur mainé āpsé kahā thā, Māmūjān ki main Durgesh kī bin byāhī bīwī hūn, uskī naī Live in Relationship Partner. Voh mérī baat nahīn ŧaal saktā.”
Muħammad Ħanīf kā jee chāhā ki voh is gustākħ lađkī kā sar tođ dé.
Lékin voh jāntā thā ki aesā kar saknā uské liyé mumkin nahīn thā.
Voh usko baat baat par Durgesh kī dhamkī dé rahī thī.
Aur Durgesh uské kyā, tamām Musalmīn ké bas kī baat nahīn thā.
Voh ék Hindu tamām Musalmīn par bharī thā.
Allah ghārat karé kambakħt ko.
“Tāhirah kah rahī thī ki tum mujhsé koī urgent baat karnā chāhtī ho?”
“Tāhirah āpkī béŧī hai, Māmūjān,” nihāyat hi mīŧhé lahjé mein Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm bolī, “Voh āpko ghalat ittilāå kyon dégī?”
Muħammad Ħanīf muskurāyā,
“Kyā urgent baat karnā chāhtī ho?”
“Āpko kahīn jānā hai?”
“Nahīn to, kyon?”
“ĀP jaldī machā rahé hain, isliyé mujhé aesā lagā.”
“Oh,”
Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm muskurāī.
Muħammad Ħanīf ne apné āpko sambhālā,
“Tum kuchh kahné jā rahī thien.”
“Mujhé Kħātūn-e-Jahannum ne āpké paas bhéjā hai.”
Muħammad Ħanīf ék tanziyah hansī hansā,
“Tāhirah bhī aesā hī kuchh kah rahī thī. Pahlī martabā sun rahā hūn yah åjīb-o-gharīb naam. Abhī tak to sirf Kħātūn-e-Jannat hī sunā thā.”
Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm ne kħāmoshī sé apnā purse kholā, ék kāghaz nikālā aur usko Muħammad Ħanīf kī taraf bađhā diyā.
Muħammad Ħanīf ké chehré kā rang us kāghaz ko dékhté hī uđ gayā thā.
“Pađhiyé, aur zarā bāāvāz-e-buland pađhné kī zaħmat gawārah farmāiyé. Kħātūn-e-Jahannum né kħās taur par mujhé tåqīd kī thī ki main yah kħat kħud hargiz na pađhūn. Āp hī mujhé yah kħat pađh kar sunāyéngé.”
“Main kisī Kħātūn-e-Jahannum ko nahīn jāntā.”
“Main bhī nahīn jāntī.” Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm ék mīŧhī muskurahaŧ ké sāth bolī, “Lékin main yah zarūr jāntī hūn ki Kħātūn-e-Jahannum jo koī bhī hai, bahut bāasar shakħsiyat hai.”
“Achchhā? Voh kaisé?”
“Yah kħat mujhé Inspector General of Police, Janāb Ålī Muħammad Imāmuddīn, né kħud āp tak pahunchāné ké liyé diyā thā.”
“Can you prove it?”
“Of course,” Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm né nihāyat hī itmīnān ké sāth ék baar phir apnā purse kholā aur ék pen drive nikāl kar Muħammad Ħanīf kī jānib bađhā dī.
Muħammad Ħanīf kā chehrā balā kā sakħt ho gayā thā.
Narcotics dealer mātr nahīn thā Muħammad Ħanīf.
Voh nihāyat hī pukħtā irādah rakhtā thā ki voh Narcotics trade ké top tak pahunchégā.
Voh is Kħātūn-e-Jahannum kī bachchī ko trace karké dikhāyégā jisné tamām drug mafia kī aesī kī taisī kar rakhī hai.
Ék åurat, aur itnī bahādur ki tamām drug lords ko apnī anguliyon par nachā rahī hai.
Allah ghārat karé kambakħt ko.
Kyā huā agar voh Durgesh sé chudvātī bhī hai to?
Durgesh kyā koī Kħudā hai?
Lånat hai un drug lords par, jo ék måmūlī sī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lađkī ké ishāron par naach rahé hain.
Muħammad Ħanīf né uŧhkar Pen drive apné Computer par lagā dī.***
Computer Screen par Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm dikhāī dī.
Muħammad Ħanīf né saaf saaf pahchānā.
Pūrī dīwār par phailé computer screen par Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm jahān namūdār huī thī voh IG Ålī Muħammad Imāmuddīn kā office thā.
Ék béħad ħasīn Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lađkī namūdār huī.
Durgesh jab sé multi zillionaire banā thā, na sirf Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ħasīnāon kī, balki åām taur par taqrīban tamām Musalmān ħasīnāon kī demand åām taur par taqrīban har jagah bađh gaī thī.
Muħammad Ħanīf ko, aur usī jaisé dīgar tamām firqāparast Musalmīn ko yah ħaqīqat kħwāh kitnī hī nāgawār kyon na guzré, is ħaqīqat sé baharħāl inkār nahīn kiyā jā saktā thā ki Musalmān Beauties Musalmīn sé zyādah Maqbūl thien, haméshah rahī thien aur shāyad haméshah rahné wālī bhī thien.
Hindu Musalmān ħasīnāon par jaan dété thé.
Aur ab to kħud Muħammad Ħanīf ko bhī lagné lagā thā ki kħud Musalmān ħasīnāyén bhī Hinduon par kam jaan nahīn détīn.
Kyon?
Ākħir kyon?
Kyā uskī apnī béŧī, Al Tāhirah Al Muħammad Al Ħanīf, kā yah dåvah saħīħ thā ki yah to Kālchakr mein hai?
Kālchakr!
Time Cycle!
My foot.
Hinduon kā ék aur publicity stunt.
Yeh kambakħt Hindu kabhī mard-e-maidān nahīn rahé.
Inkī apnī kħud ki mukammil tārīkħ is ħaqīqat kī gawāh hai.
Shankhchūđ ko kaisé mārā inké Lord Bhagvān Vishñu né?
Bechāré Shankhchūđ kī béchārī bīwī ko dhokah dé kar, usé chodkar.
Jalandhar ko kaisé mārā?
Bechāré Jalandhar kī béchārī bīwī ko dhokah dé kar, usé chodkar.
Inkā sabsé bađā hathiyār hai inkā Uncut Hindu Lund jisé yeh Brahmāstr kahné mein bhī nahīn sharmāté.
Allah ghārat karé kamīnon ko.
Nihāyat hī adab ké sāth āné wālī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ħasīn lađkī Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm ko apné sāth lékar IG Ålī Muħammad Imāmuddīn ké office mein dākħil huī.
Muħammad Ħanīf kī ānkhén yah dékh kar sikuđ gaīn ki kħud IG Ålī Muħammad Imāmuddīn né apnī vishāl executive chair sé uŧhkar Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm kā swāgat kiyā thā.
Phir usko yaad āyā ki yah swāgat Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm kā nahīn, Raziyah Sultānah Iltutmish kā bhī ho saktā hai.
“Baiŧhiyé.” I G Ålī Muħammad Imāmuddīn né apné sāmné kī ék chair kī jānib ishārah kiyā, “Tashrīf rakhiyé.”
“Thank you, uncle.” Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm mīŧhī āvāz mein bolī, “Main āpkī béŧī hūn. Please, mujhé aħtarām nahīn, par sé hī nawāzné kī meharbānī karté rahén.”
“Tawħīd nahīn āī?”
“Uncle, baap béŧī mein itnā communication gap to nahīn honā chāhiyé ki baap béŧī ké mutålliq uskī sahélī sé pūchhné par majbūr ho jāyé.” Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm muskurāī.
Inspector General of Police, Janāb Ålī Muħammad Imāmuddīn, bhī muskurāyé.
“Baap béŧī donon apné apné job mein itné mashghūl hain ki chāhén bhī to ék dūsré kī mashgūliyāt ké mutålliq utné bākħabar nahīn rah sakté, jitnā voh do sahéliyān rah saktī hain jo ék sāth ék hī mission mein lagī huī hon.”
“Bajā farmāyā āpné. Lékin uncle, aap Raziyah ko kuchh samjhāté kyon nahīn?”
“Tum samajhtī ho kuchh?”
Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm hans pađī.
“Main yah nahīn kahtī ki Raziyah mulk aur insāniyat ké dushmanon ko expose na karé. Zarūr karé. Lékin voh Kħātūn-e-Jahannum kā tarīqah-e-kār bhī to adapt kar saktī hai.”
Inspector General of Police, Janāb Ålī Muħammad Imāmuddīn, khulkar hansé,
“Mutåddud ifrād to is shak mein mubtilā’ hain ki Raziyah Sultānah Iltutmish hī Kħātūn-e-Jahannum hai. Mérī béŧī honé kā fāyedah uŧhā rahī hai.”
“Agar aesā hotā to Maulānā Saåīd Akħtar ké pīchhé voh is taraħ khulkar kyon pađī hotī? Usko bhī Kħātūn-e-Jahannum bankar hī na pashémān kartī?”
“Logon kā kahnā hai ki yah dual identity Raziyah Sultānah Iltutmish né apnī Kħātūn-e-Jahannum kī shakħsiyat poshīdah rakhné ké liyé apnā rakhī hai.”
“Bosh and nonsense.” Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm né munh banāyā.
“Baharħāl Kħātūn-e-Jahannum né is martabā tumhén isliyé yaad kiyā hai ki tumhén ék kħat Muħammad Ħanīf tak pahunchānā hai.”
“Jī?” Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm chakrākar bolī, Kħātūn-e-Jahannum kā kħat?”
“Kħātūn-e-Jahannum kā kħat.” Inspector General of Police, Janāb Ålī Muħammad Imāmuddīn, né ék kāghaz nikālkar Shaguftah Muħammad Ibrāhīm kī taraf bađhā diyā.* **
Chapter 5
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2. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 