I looked at Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī.
“I know she is right. The humankind dreams, enjoys to dream and never wants to come out of dreams. But it doesn’t mean someone should take its advantage. Neither it’s a tragedy at all.”
“I see,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “so, my ever over moral Hindu husband is angry because one of his infinite Musalmān wives is taking advantage of some eternal fact. If you are right, why isn’t it a tragedy?”
“Because originally every eternal law in the system is there for ‘Janébhyah’, for the people. You are taking advantage of it for yourself and your Young lady Musalmān Brigade.”
“You are quite mistaken, Param Purush.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “Neither my Young lady Musalmān Brigade nor myself do maintain our Sharīr Yantrs, our Body Machines only for our own satisfaction. We do affirmations and transmissions using them. That’s how we converted Saåūdī Årabia into Modern Democratic Årabia and ended anti Hindu rule from India forever. If it isn’t ‘Janébhyah’, for the people, why the hell did you yourself participate in it, and still do?”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ostentatiously, flashily, consulted her wristwatch as she entered my office.
“Thought you would never get here, Durgesh.” she said, “Been waiting twenty minutes. Damn it. I don’t like waiting for anyone, not for my de facto husband especially.”
“So it seems,” I said dryly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“Well, I’m not one of your sex therapy clients, I mean. I’m one of your commandos actually that assist you in fighting against ever insane pseudo Muslim terrorism.”
“You wanted to tell me some things about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I reminded her coldly.
“Your Musalmān stepson isn’t only a terrorist, he is a bigamous criminal as well. He was already married to four beautiful Musalmān wives, when he married me.”
“Oh, come on, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. You are not actually his wife. You are a commando actually to get evidences against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“But he already has four wives. How the hell under Muslim Personal Law could he marry me? Isn’t his marriage with me void ab initio?”
“Is your marriage with him important?”
“I’m running his business as his wife. If I’m not his wife legally, I can’t inherit his business as well. Isn’t it important?”
“This media empire I control is not mine any more, if my marriage with him is void ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī can never take the possession of his media empire now, don’t worry.”
“There are complications now.”
“Okay, go ahead. Tell me everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married a girl named Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb ten years ago. She was a mighty sweet girl then.”
I looked at Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She hated terrorism, crimes and the anti-human activities of Pseudo Musalmīn right ab initio.
The Pseudo Musalmīn charged Al Jihad Al Vaqār that she was never loyal to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pretended to love him because she wanted to acquire the hold on the media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī owned.
Now she was the owner because I was with her, not because she had any talent herself.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed at the charges.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was completely hypnotized then with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s extraordinary magical Musalmān beauty. Hypnotism is the actually exactly right word for it, Durgesh. Don’t make any mistake about that. As it turned out, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb herself hated terrorism and crimes as much as I do. Besides, she was a cold, clever, scheming—well, even I hate to use the word that comes in my mind in front of you.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me gravely.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār, love brings out the best in people. That’s why the utmost ancient book on humanity, Ved, has based the system of life, it proposes, on love. That’s why it wants to spread love everywhere through its Family Movement. When love leaves, it frequently happens the best is gone. I would never blame Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She did what she did because she loved humanity more than she loved my ever scheming stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hates you very much.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “He says you deliberately pick up the horniest Musalmān houseladies who are unsatisfied with their ever righteous Musalmān husbands. You fulfill their slutty wishes and—”
“I know. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn claim it’s the fact. And that’s why they keep losing their ever needy Musalmān womankind to me or other capable Hindus. They blame us Hindus for it. If they had ever tried to find out the fault with in themselves, they would have stopped the wooing of Musalmān Beauties me or other capable Hindus already much before.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn don’t want to believe anyone else that’s not himself a Pseudo Musalmān.”
“And that’s why the Pseudo Musalmīn are the losers ever.” I smiled curtly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled forlornly.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is a holy terror.”
“In what way?” I asked.
“In every way,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “She is—well, she’s a wildcat. You know, that old saying about ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’.”
“Sure, even Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī created almost everlasting Brāhm Kalp that has mostly Brāhmañ Muslimāt Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī couples.”
“Nothing, how long has Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb separated from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Not exactly. It wasn’t as serious a matter then, as it is now.”
“I don’t think the separation had so much to do with it.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “It was when Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married me. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb couldn’t bear it. She became absolutely insane with rage.”
I watched Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She was a beautiful Musalmān redhead, with the bluest of blue smart Musalmān eyes.
I could look right down in the depths.
The fair delicate Musalmān skin that goes with a redhead of that type.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was beautiful.
She was a gem.
Not only physically, but morally as well.
It wasn’t any miracle however.
Pseudo Islam never succeeded in Musalmān womankind to the extent it succeeded in Musalmān mankind.
Yazīd Malåūn needed warriors more than the womankind.
His movement wasn’t a moral movement as the original Islam was.
It was actually now a military movement to spread his Imperialism.
It used Islam, it didn’t follow Islam actually.
On the contrary, the Islam had to follow Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits.
I looked into her beautiful eyes.
“Do you have a woman in your employ about twenty eight or twenty nine, with a good figure, trim, slim waisted, long legged, high breasted, blonde hair, gray eyes…”
“In my employ?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled ironically, “Allah, Durgesh, you make her sound like a Hollywood movie actress.”
“She’s good looking,” I admitted.
“Don’t know anyone,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shook her head.
“Know anyone by the name of Al Qāsim?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār thought.
“Yes,” she said, “I had a business deal at one time with a man by the name of Al Qāsim, some sort of a mining deal. I can’t remember much of it. As a successful businesswoman now, I have a lot of things on my mind. The way you talk about her, a man could have helped you more in the matter. A woman isn’t interested in a woman in the way a man is interested in her. However, I wanted to talk to you about my ex co wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“Well, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī separated. Now, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says there is something strange about that separation. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well.”
“Because they were never serious about getting along too well.” I smiled.
“Pseudo Islam, Pseudo Christianity, Pseudo Judaism, every religion, every ideology has its pseudo version now.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Actually, every person is not living his/her natural scientific life, neither s/he wants to.”
“I’m unable to follow you.”
“The scientific reason behind these separations and divorces is that man is actually a polygamist animal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Glad to hear it from you, a man himself. The womankind is monogamous in this matter.”
“That’s right. Actually, it needs five elements to run a family successfully.”
“Indeed?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled mockingly, “And what the hell are those bloody five elements?”
“The first one is a suitable system of life based on cold and hard eternal scientific facts, Sirātalmustaqīm, Panthā R’tasý.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Are you explaining me Al Qur’an Al Karīm? Are you a Maulānā? A muballigh-e-Islam? Sirātalmustaqīm? Allah, I can’t believe it. A Hindu is preaching Islam to a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young woman.”*
“I didn’t find any Āyat in Al Qur’an Al Karīm that prohibits an Ahal-e-Al Kitāb to explain the Tafsīlal Kitābi. The problem with you so called Musalmīn is that you neither know nor have the courage enough to believe that we Hindus are actually the Everfirst Musalmīn. And therefore we Hindus have every right to read, study, peruse Al Qur’an Al Karīm and preach it according to Al Kitāb. Al Qur’an Al Karīm says we get double ujr for it, double reward for it, than you Musalmīn get. Aqāmat-e-Dīn, Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī, is not you so called Musalmīn’s exclusive territory. ”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār gritted her teeth.
It was no use to debate with Durgesh on it.
She knew very well that she couldn’t prove me wrong.
Countless Musalmīn didn’t agree with me.
Yet, none of them could prove me wrong according to Al Qur’an Al Karīm and Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt.
The worst thing was they couldn’t prove wrong even Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār changed the subject.
It was a better course to follow for everyone that couldn’t win a debate.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had been turning to other interests. He was staying at the club a lot, playing a little poker, going out with his friends. But Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was not sitting home, pining her life away. They had just reached the point where they’d started to grow apart.”
“Neither of them wanted to save the marriage.” I commented.
“That’s right. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had found out that Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was smarter than he himself was. He wasn’t agree to play the second fiddle. I think even Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had also found out about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Pseudo Musalmān terrorist, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmān activities. She played smart not to fight on it with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I digested the information.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was really smart.
“They both had realized their marriage was a great mistake. They were not made for each other.”
“That’s the problem with marrying in a community.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would perhaps never married Al Nādir Al Ghāzī if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t a Musalmān and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s parents never insisted to marry their daughter with a Musalmān only.”
“Wasn’t it natural?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Sure, but where the parents of Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb failed was to believe that everything that shines is bound to be gold.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me appreciatively.
“Countless Musalmīn marry their daughters, their sisters today with ostensible Musalmīn without confirming whether he is really a Musalmān or not. They forget Allah has warned them, ‘Wa lā tunkiħū almusharikīn ħattā yu’minū’. Ħattā yu’minū is the important part here that prohibits a Musalmān to marry his/her daughter/sister with an ostensible Musalmān. It requires the confirmation of the Īmān of the bridegroom as Ved orders ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’.”
“Allah, are you again preaching me Islam, Maulānā Durgesh?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shouted at me angrily.*
“You Musalmīn are furious that someone that isn’t a Muslim reminds you what Islam really is. It exposes you ostensible Musalmīn. Doesn’t it?”
“Try to be a true Musalmān sometimes, if not always.”
She watched me angrily.
“Al Qur’an Al Karīm says, ‘Lā ikrāh fiddīni’ ‘No compulsion in religion’ too. Perhaps in your enthusiasm to preach me Islam, you are forgetting it.”
“Certainly not. You are still free to have your own opinion whatsoever you want to. Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors have influenced a large number of you Musalmīn too, I understand.”
She deliberately ignored my remark.
It was she that needed me now, not I that needed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“Anyway,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār tried once again to resume the subject, “When the separation came, neither Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb nor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had any hard feelings for each other. They both were so fed up of each other they both wanted to get rid of another one. No tears shed. No complaints even. It was just a plain business matter. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb a mine in New Mexico that looked pretty good. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted to have Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Media Empire that I’m running now. Nevertheless, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made her to compromise on the mine.”
“Any formal property settlement drawn up?” I asked.
“That’s where Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb defeated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī cleverly successfully. He made a blunder there. He didn’t have it formal, but Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had always been pretty square that way.”
“I see,” I smiled sarcastically.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ignored my reaction.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī both talked things over. He gave her this mine in New Mexico and they were going to see how it turned out.”
I didn’t say anything.
I only listened to her without making any comment whatsoever.
“If it turned out all right, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was going to take that as a complete property settlement. If it didn’t turn out so good, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī told her they’d make some sort of an adjustment.”
“It means Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more eager to get rid of her than Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was. He never hid his such a blunt eagerness to get rid of her. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb noticed it and carefully took every advantage she could.”
“I agree with you.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Most of the filthy rich men never care for such matters gravely even. They take it extremely carelessly. They never marry gravely actually. They purchase a beautiful plaything for them, instead of having a wife actually. They are always ready to pay for it. That’s what they think they have money for. Even when you fuck their beautiful wives they actually laugh at you that you are a damn fool mostly interested in the used Beauties.”
I smiled triumphantly.
“Their point of view and mine towards life is entirely different, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“They pay money for everything, I pay love for everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was startled.
“You can see yourself who the real damn fool is. I get love for love, sincerity, honesty, loyalty and the immense indebtedness from the Beauties they get rid of, thus. I keep my money too with me. They never get anything true from their wives even when they are their wives and they lose their money too. Moreover, I never see them as used Beauties. I see them as my fellow human beings that need something I can do for them. I never lose anything in doing that something for them. Instead, I myself enjoy them too much if they enjoy me. It’s the principle that you do everything for me that you can, and in return, I would do everything for you that I can. What the hell have I to lose in this lifestyle?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was watching me dumbfounded.
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She was feeling abnormal.
Navīdah Taqaddus smiled cunningly.
“It’s alright, honey. You are an adult now yourself.”
“So you can understand very well, we all the womankind need it. It’s natural and even necessary for the survival of our human race.”
“Ammī, I didn’t want to see you about our human race. I wanted to see you about my real Abbū’s will.”
“I know, honey.” Navīdah Taqaddus smiled patiently.
She was nude on her knees.
I too was nude and I was fucking Navīdah Taqaddus from her behind.
Navīdah Taqaddus and I both loved very much that her gorgeous glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks filled my Hindu lap each time I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nāsirah Ħamīd remembered the first TV transmissions.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had exerted his entire efforts in raising the newspaper.
They called it HLMCh Times on the line of HVSI Times.
After all, I was the Supreme Media Emperor today.
HVSI controlled the entire media today virtually due to my extraordinary watchfulness.
“You mean formally, like in those movies where relatives get together in a room to hear the old man’s will?”
“Sālī, it isn’t a will. It’s a Settlement Deed. I said it’s a short testament. As far as the wills are concerned, Hearst’s will was 125 pages long. Our Settlement Deed is only 37 pages. Relatively short for so complex an estate.”
I’d undressed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar completely in the meantime.
It was the first time I was going to enjoy her to my heart’s content.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had undressed me too herself.
We both were crazy to enjoy sex with each other.
“Just give me the essence.” She said, “I’ll read the whole Settlement Deed when I have more time. You can give me a copy. Right now the essence. Did we get all of it as we demanded, or most of it?”
“He left you four the bulk of his estate.” I smiled.
I positioned her on her knees and entered Dr. Saåīdah Qamar first time from her gorgeous behind.
Eīshān, what a contention!
We both were enjoying the penetration.
Ten inches completely.
We both had closed our eyes.
We both wanted to savor this moment.
Wasīm looked at me.
“Dad, I never wanted to talk with you in the matter.”
“No problem,” I smiled, “Al Nåmat Al Islam herself came to me.”
Wasīm looked at me,
“I’ve forgotten Al Nåmat Al Islam. The very moment I saw you making love with her, I knew she wasn’t made for me.”
“Wasīm, find an appropriate girl for yourself and take interest in Business.”
“I’m doing, Papa Jī. But not in the way you are.”
“Have your own way, my child.”
“You don’t want your sons to help you?”
“I’ve countless sons, Wasīm. I’ve countless Live in Relationship Partners too. There are countless friends too I have. If some of my sons don’t want to join me in my business, I can afford their independence.”
“I can see. Why didn’t you allow Ammījān the same independence, Papa Jī?”
I digested the information.
Wasīm was not talking about now that Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl was his real father.
She named my son, Prajésh, Wasīm, in protest.
They were only legally so.
I watched Wasīm gravely.
“How much you know, son?”
“Only what I have been told, Papa Jī. I ask you why I couldn’t enjoy my father’s love.”
“Your Ammī didn’t allow me to do anything for you Prajésh.”
Wasīm looked at me gravely.
“My name is Wasīm and I am a Musalmān.”
“My stepfather Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl said it isn’t necessary. Ammījān also confirmed it.”
“Call me Wasīm, please.”
“You love the name given to you by your Ammī, more?” I smiled patiently.
“That’s the only name I’ve been called with now.”
“Your Ammī told you that I’m your real father?”
“She didn’t. But I know.”
“Papa Jī, is it so important?”
“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me that, it’s alright with me.” I smiled at Prajésh patiently.
“You allowed my Ammī to detriment my life.”
“Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl uncle. And my other friends also do it.”
“As soon as you knew that your Ammī hadn’t any actual marital relationship with Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , I am your real father, why didn’t you come to me Prajésh?”
“I was angry with you. You left me on the mercy of my not so brilliant Ammī and uncle Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl that loved my Ammī, but my Ammī never did love him the way he wanted. Yet you allowed Ammī to marry him, even if legally. Didn’t you?”
“You are right my son. And I’m not angry that you were angry with me.”
“I can understand. You were angry with me because you wanted me to fight with your Ammī for your possession.”
“Shouldn’t you have?”
“No. You needed your Ammī more then. A father, however efficient he is, can’t replace a mother ever. Only because your Ammī was acting childish, I couldn’t punish you separating you from your Ammī.”
Prajésh’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.
“I’m sorry Papa Jī. You can call me Prajésh.”
I pulled my son into my arms.
He embraced me passionately.
“I’m sorry Papa Jī. I’m sorry.”
“Nonsense. You are my son. You don’t need to be sorry my boy. Rather I’m sorry that I couldn’t control your Ammī to the extent that you hadn’t missed my love.”*
“I’m elder than you, Fātimah. Yet you understood Muħammad Ůsmān better than I did. Sorry. Before his desperate attempt to stage an accident itself, I could never understand what a devil my Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, was.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.
“His parents named him Muħammad Ůsmān, after the great name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu. Did they know their son would be a blot to the name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu?”
“Poor parents dream about their children and the children never care a damn what their parents had dreamt of them.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her elder sister.
“It’s alright. Let’s not talk about that now. We’ll get along all right.”
“I don’t think he wouldn’t attempt something detrimental to us.”
“I understand. I’ll go down and try to find out how detrimental he can prove to be to us. Leave the bastard to me. You take it easy.”
Then she picked up the book she was reading:
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gently closed the door and walked quietly down the stairs.
Muħammad Ůsmān folded the newspaper.
The pencil was no longer behind his ear.
She accepted one of his cigarettes, leaned forward for his lighter, sat back and looked at Muħammad Ůsmān steadily.
“Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t you think it might be a good plan if we all three sat down and had business chat?”
Muħammad Ůsmān raised his eyebrow.
“I’d manage both of them.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in tonight.”
“She wants to buy the business― a controlling interest in it.”
“She doesn’t. HVSI actually.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has her own movements Durgesh doesn’t approve of― ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club’. She is the new President of Saůūdī Årab now. I think she is also working on the same plan HVSI is working.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is overconfident. She thinks she can manage her movements through JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad so as to HVSI would play in her hands as Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī did in Everfirst Satyug, Everfirst Brāhm Kalp.”
Muħammad Ůsmān jumped almost as if.
“You mean Hindu History is true?”
“It seems to be so.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah blasted her bombshell patiently.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a stockholder now.”
“A stockholder!” Muħammad Ůsmān exclaimed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw swift alarm on his face.
Then he hastily averted his eyes.
“Why, how the devil could she―”
“Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan managed her somehow to turn over the stock. I should have picked up that stock before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could have it. Damn, I’d entirely forgotten about it. It’s such a small block―”
Muħammad Ůsmān seemed positively relieved.
“What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can do with that? It’s only five shares. That’s a drop in the bucket. Moreover we have Durgesh with us. However shrewdest businesswoman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan maybe, she isn’t Durgesh after all. Durgesh has broken all the previous records of money, love, sex and power. He is the most successful man now. HVSI is the most successful ideological family organization that doesn’t have born Hindus only in it now. So many Musalmīn, Christians, Jews and even atheists are also in it.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head.
“Durgesh is with us. Yes, but even then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan won’t be pushed around. She wants something. I can’t ignore her. Being a stockholder Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is entitled to look in our books. Perhaps that’s what she wants. I don’t know. I’m going to talk with Durgesh about it.”
“Durgesh? He is with us, but he isn’t specialized in such cases. He is murder case specialist. Isn’t he?”
“Well, it’s his own shop in a way. This needs someone who can do more than just look in a law book and tell us what the law is. It needs someone who understands Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as well. It needs a lot of legal ingenuity.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched him sternly.
“I thought it would be a good plan to take up all of the stock certificates and the stock book. Durgesh can want to see them.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”
“It isn’t necessary.”
“Well, “ Muħammad Ůsmān smiled, “I’ve got an important appointment in the morning. That stock is in the safety deposit box.”
“What do you mean?”
“The stock is really in the safety deposit box?”
“My lady you are insulting me.”
“Yet, this insult is not even the trailer what you’d have to face if you’ve done something sinister.”
“I am not so mad.”
“You are, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, you are.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sweetly, somewhat exaggerating it, “I’m telling you so that you can’t complain me that I didn’t warn you. I want to see that stock now myself with my own eyes. I wasn’t born yesterday, Muħammad Ůsmān.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was white faced now.
“I’m sorry that you are always against me due to this or that reason. I have an important appointment I say. I can take it to Durgesh later on. My appointment is with an insurance company adjuster. If I cancel it it’d be hard to get him again. I’ve already had a lot of trouble getting him on the job.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I know. What do you think I’m dumb enough not to understand even that?”
“You won’t believe me as you say, but it was one of those cases where some guy comes down the street, crocked to the eyebrows. I wasn’t even in the car. I had it parked at the curb. I don’t know how in the world how he managed to smash it up the way he did. He must have skidded into it from the side.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“You can’t make even a good story, Muħammad Ůsmān.”
“I know you don’t believe me. That’s why you both brought Durgesh between us and cuckolded me. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you Musalmān Beauties love Hindus to the extent that you never give us Musalmīn even the benefit of doubt.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed.
“We Musalmān Beauties never have any doubt whatsoever, my dear, in you Musalmīn’s criminal skills. You Musalmīn out excel in it everyone. You hate ultramodern education childishly. Consequently most of you Musalmīn are uneducated/under educated. What job can you get therefore except pertaining to some criminal activities? So, since there isn’t any doubt whatsoever why there’d be any benefit of doubt?”
“I can’t make you to act sane somewhat.”
“Did you get the number of his automobile who skidded into yours from the side you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled skeptically.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“I say I wasn’t there.” Muħammad Ůsmān watched her contemptuously, “The car was parked. A couple of people saw it and told me about it. Unfortunately they were too dumb to get his license number.”
“Nonsense. I am not too dumb to believe that. Well, would you get down to the safety deposit box and―”
“I’m sorry. That’s absolutely impossible. You won’t believe me I know. Yet, I have two or three appointments in the morning. I just can’t cancel them now. But if Durgesh needs the stock, I’ll bring it in later.”
“Listen to me you stupid.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah suddenly said harshly, “I don’t think you have the stock anymore and Vallah, I promise you that you’d regret it. Muħammad Ůsmān, I won’t kill you because I’m not a criminal as you are. But if my suspicion is true, you’d find yourself in such a legal dilemma, you’d regret forever why you betrayed us.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stalked to the door, out in the evening.*
He has successfully managed to bring her into her Live in Relationship with me but she still had complaints against me.
“Shut up, Wasīm.” Kħālidah Ashraf tried to stand up from my lap, but I pulled her there once again.
Kħālidah Ashraf fidgeted but she was glad in her heart that I had pulled her back to my lap.
What a damnfool she was.
Only because Durgesh didn’t marry her she was angry with her only love.
Now she understands it was her blunder.
It was better that Wasīm didn’t hear her.
Otherwise his entire life would have been destroyed too.
But Kħālidah Ashraf was too angry to listen to him.
She smiled to herself.
Durgesh really love her.
Why otherwise did he warn Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl ?
“Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , she is a damnfool.”
Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl smiled.
“Because she isn’t marrying you? Durgesh, they call you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But it doesn’t mean you are really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties. You want to keep her as one more out of your countless Musalmān mistresses. Kħālidah Ashraf is a young Musalmān lady of self-respect. She refused your offer.”
“How do you know?” Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl chuckled.
“Your Dīdī Umā Shukl told me so.”
“Dīdī wants to please you. She loves you.”
“Umā is my wife.”
“Idiot, my every Live in Relationship Partner is actually my wife. You Congressmen have played in the hands of utmost communal Mullahs and Maulavīs.”*
I kissed Kħadījah Muħammad.
“No need for you to wait, Kħadījah. That brief took less time than I thought it would. I’ll sit around and read the advance decisions until one.”
“Keep on fucking me, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad pleaded, “I need you inside there very much.”
“Kħadījah, you need sleep too, my darling.”
“You promised me you’d never refuse to fulfill my any desire because I sacrificed my position to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD to please Pitr’shrī.”
“I want to wait.”
“There’s nothing you can do, darling. I’ll talk with her and…”
“One and the same thing.” I smiled in my casual manner.
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.
She knew how deceptive my casual manner was to the witnesses.
Many a witness was misled by my casual manner.
They fabricated a story on the witness stand with every assurance that their prevarications were completely concealed.
But when they were enjoying their ‘victory’ on me, they suddenly found themselves facing a pair of granite hard black eyes, and realized only too late of course, the savage belligerency I could bear down with, on a perjurer, the rapier-like thrusts of my agile mind.
But, for the most part, it pleased me to assume a good-natured, easy going attitude of careless informality.
I liked the conventional ways of doing things only if they produced better results.
Kħadījah Muħammad was not my personal secretary.
She was my business partner as well as one of my infinite Live in Relationship Partners.
Normally we were suspected to be Parahumans.
Yet, not all of us.
Yet, due to their sexual relations with me, they were also on the pathway of being Parahuman.
They were Posthuman already.
After my Svarūpé avasthānam, self-synchronization, my foes were more afraid of me now.
Yet, still there were some miscreants who hated me very much when I protected some innocents from their insincere cruel activities.
Kħadījah Muħammad had that rare companionship with me that was the outgrowth of two congenial people devoting themselves to a common cause.
In her ever efficient leadership, my entire Live in Relationship Partners with me, were always able to function with the perfect co-ordination of a well-trained football team, whenever the going got rough.
Yet, it was very rare that the going got rough.
We were too vigilant to let it happen.
The telephone rang.
It was the landline.
Kħadījah Muħammad picked up the receiver.
Kħadījah Muħammad turned to me.
She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece.
“Durgesh, she is drunk.”
“Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked.
“Let me talk with her anyway.”
“Nonsense. You know me better, stupid.”
Kħadījah Muħammad handed me the phone.
The voice that came on the receiver was so thick that I could understand it with difficulty what Shaguftah Rashīd was saying.
“Hi, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t think we can meet now at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I― I think I’m poisoned.”
“What?” I was suddenly all alert, “Where are you?”
“Poisoned.” Shaguftah Rashīd said wearily, “they― they got me despite my every precaution.”
“I think so.”
“Damn it. The hell. Where are you?”
“Thought I was smarter―”
“Stop telling me anything else, you idiot. Tell me where you are. Nothing else. Let me come there.”
The words came with an effort.
They were interspersed with intervals of heavy breathing.
“Apartment… Box of candy… ate… sick… Can’t … Can’t … please send help… Get police… Get… Get…”
The conversation terminated in a crash.
It was as if the telephone was dropped to the floor.
There was nothing to be heard.
Then, after a moment, the receiver clicked into place at the other end of the line.
Kħadījah Muħammad had dashed to her mobile the minute she heard me asking ‘where are you’.
She tried to ask the exchange operator to trace the call.
Even then Kħadījah Muħammad was too late.
The receiver had been hung up at the other end before Kħadījah Muħammad had finished explaining what was wanted.
She waited at her mobile long enough to learn that there was no possibility of tracing the call anymore.
Then, she looked at me.
“What was it?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked me.
“She says someone sent her a box of candy. She ate the candy. It was poisoned. She certainly sounds sick or drunk. Now, the problem is I don’t know her.”
“What? I thought you have already fucked her.”
“How? On the phone? I’ve never met her and―”
“And I doubt her name Shaguftah Rashīd is also phony.”
“Hey, she can’t inform you she is poisoned using her phony name.”
“You may be right.”
Kħadījah Muħammad thumbed through the pages of the telephone directory.
“No, there isn’t.”
I looked at my watch.
“We’ve got to locate this Shaguftah Rashīd. That call sounded genuine to me. Police.”
I grabbed my mobile and contacted Commissioner of Police himself.
“Hello, Muħammad, Durgesh here.”
“Well, well, well, you rascal, at this time―”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I want quick action from your police.”
“You mean business?”
“Of course, listen to me. I had a call a few minutes ago from a Shaguftah Rashīd. She said that she was at an apartment. I presume it’s an apartment where she lives, but she didn’t say so. I don’t know the address. I don’t know anything about her, except that I had an appointment with her in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for Masked Fucking at one o’clock this morning. She is my shareholder.”
“I said my shareholder. Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is not my project.”
“Why do you hate Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club so much?”
“That doesn’t make it virtuous. Does it?”
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Come to the point, Muħammad. This isn’t the proper time to discuss the activities of my Live in Relationship Partners. Now get this straight. The so called Shaguftah Rashīd said over the telephone that someone had sent her a box of poisoned candy. She sounded very ill. Her speech was thick, and apparently she either fell over or the telephone from her hand as she was talking. Then the receiver was dropped back into place. She seemed to think she’d been poisoned to keep her from talking.”
“You can’t give us an address, Durgesh?”
“Well, we’ll try our best. She must be registered as a voter at least. We’ll look her up. If that name is phony none can save her, I’m sorry.”
“Call back me, Muħammad. And let me know, please, if you find anything. Will you?”
“Why not? But Durgesh, if my persons haven’t got an address, there’s nothing we can do. Where are you?”
“With Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“You’ll be there until I call you back?”
“Okay. I’ll call you back.”
“Thank you. And don’t give any exaggerated facility to my Live in Relationship Partners without my express consent.”
“I’m sorry, Muħammad.”
“Hell, I’m not complaining. After all, they may be right.”
“We are friends. They are my Bhābhījāns. So, they have a right on me. Don’t they?”
“To hell with you and your Bhābhījāns. Go to hell all of you. I have told you so many times not to treat them so important. But―”
“How is it possible, Durgesh? They are like my Ammīs. Aren’t they?”
“Go to hell.”
I disconnected the mobile.
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I smiled belligerently at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Oh yeah,” I said, “You like that, don’t you? You like being treated aggressively by me.”
I pressed my hips in harder.
The tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted young adult sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and fetched up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s teeth.
“Oh yeah,” I groaned as I rubbed it back and forth against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s pearly whites.
I pulled back a little.
“All right, open your mouth honey and stick out your tongue. Do nothing else though, just poke out your tongue and stay still.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was told, poking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue out and remaining immobile.
I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund up and down the length of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue, just the tip, letting her taste me but not letting her take me in or to swallow.
She must understand the invaluable prominence of what she was getting.
I couldn’t let them do it.
Yet, it was not enough.
Why should not I use Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too against it?
At my sixty-three now, I still had a lean athletic body.
I was still quite handsome.
I was stunned when I got the news from my friend Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī that his father had expired suddenly… A massive heart attack.
I was startled.
Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī was the only son of his parents.
“I’m imprisoned here, Durgesh.” Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī almost cried on the webcam, “My paternal uncles were trying to disinherit my Abbū. Now, Abbū has gone. I’m in Jail. My four Ammīs and fifty two sisters are helpless.”
“Thank you, Durgesh.”
“There is one more request.”
“Hey, are you mad? No request at all. Just tell me what do you want me to do.”
“Would you don’t leave my Ammīs and sisters alone at Makkah Mukarramah? I can’t believe my paternal uncles. The life and honor both of my Ammīs and sisters are in danger.”
“I understand. Don’t worry. I’m talking with the Amin-e-Makkah Mukarramah. She would take care of the ladies personally until I’m there.”
Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī hesitated somewhat.
“Yes. Something more you want from me?”
“There was a rumor that the new Amin-e-Makkah Mukarramah is your woman. Is it right?”
Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī’s Abbū was only forty-five when he died… Too young an age to die.
He was a rich oil owner and owned some big wells.
After his death, there was no one to look after the wells.
Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī ’s widowed Ammīs and his young sisters, headed by Tawħīd Nadīm Hāshmī.
I knew that I didn’t have any choice but to go to Makkah Mukarramah and look after the things.
There was not much work at Makkah Mukarramah, except that a round the clock vigil was required to safeguard the wells.
I stared down into the open coffin.
What surprised me most was that Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān looked so small.
The old man had always been a giant to his son Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī.
He always suspected that Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī was actually my son.
He couldn’t believe he could father fifty two daughters and only one son.
Even that one son might also not be his.
Now, stiffly cushioned in satin, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān seemed small.
It was because the air of life had gone out of him.
The great autocratic oil lord of Makkah Mukarramah, a great autocratic, had always been full of life, a force of energy, overwhelming.
Now he was small and motionless.
Otherwise, everything was in order.
Turning from the coffin, I was not surprised to see that none of his houseladies was feeling any loss.
Well, why should they?
All his present four widows were compelled to marry him.
None of them wanted to marry Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān.
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān was famous everywhere that he could father daughters only.
All his four widows and fifty two daughters were feeling rather good.
I scanned the cascades of flowers that formed a colorful semicircle behind the coffin.
There was one discordant note.
On an easel sat a gaudy Saůūdī flag.
It had come from the royal palace of Saůūdī Årab.
“So, one more Yazīd Malåūn has gone to Jahannum, has gone to Hell.”
“Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb.” I admonished her curtly.
But her response was so belligerent that even I was dumbfounded.
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān’s Chief Wife, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb, unzipped me without any ultimatum, then and there, brought out my Uncut Hindu Lund and started to give me a pugnacious yet utmost affectionate ashvinātam blowjob.
The Makkah Mukarramah religious police plunged to stop it.
But Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb was nobody’s fool.
She was already prepared for it.
Every religious police person was immediately warned by an almost all pervading utmost sweet feminine voice, as if coming from everywhere.
“Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our guard of honor to this shaitān.”
The voice stopped for a moment to let its effect digested.
Then it continued again.
“If any religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah would try to stop our celebration, we warn him/her that he/she would never succeed. Moreover his own houseladies would also join the celebration.”
A pin drop silence engulfed suddenly the entire environment.
The celebration continued with increasing belligerence.
Everyone present there was dumbfounded.
None could stop it.*
It was not only oral and vaginal sex.
It was anal sex too.
Most of them had virgin Musalmān ass.
But no longer virgin anymore.
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb was furious.
“We were also compelled to do it, as the religious policepersons of Makkah Mukarramah. Why didn’t they stop it?”
“I don’t believe you, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb.” I said curtly, “You yourself have managed it. You―all of you fucked me in the funeral.”
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb winked at me cunningly.
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb laughed.
“None can prove it in a court, Hindu Piyā. You can only charge us. You can’t prove your charges against any of us.”
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb only laughed.
She didn’t answer my question.*
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān had himself gifted all of them those Cadillac limousines.
How ungrateful some persons could be.
I was quite confident they were wrong.
The royal machinery of Saůūdī Årab couldn’t stop it, because it never wanted to stop it.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the riyal machinery of Saůūdī Årab was itself behind it, using Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club too.
The proposal was against their vested political and financial interests.
I used a Silver Cloud Rolls Royce.
It dropped me off at the aluminum-encased Kħātūn-e-Jannat Building.
I had ridden the express elevator to the 415th floor and headed for the office suite.
The entry door of the office suite bore the gold lettering:
‘Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and associates
Counselors at law’.*
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī and I have lived with her extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, since Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq left Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, ten years ago.
She wanted to find herself.
We’ve done well for ourselves.
Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq owned a large construction company jointly with me.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā was so kind to me ab initio that, I didn’t even have to go to work unless I wanted to.
My Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, was the man who successfully brought Hollywood, Bollywood, Lollywood and even Tollywood together at the new ever largest city, now called Ved Nagar.
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī learned how to get anything she wanted from me years ago,
A short skirt, a smile and sitting on my ever-sexy Hindu male lap.
They make sure my wallet stays empty.
Dark blonde hair, blue eyes, a sweet smile that could melt my heart, a little 34 c breast, a smooth tummy and the best 34 gorgeous Musalmān ass I’ve seen in a long time, makes my cooed Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī.
Swimming was her thing to stay in condition.
She loved wearing string bikinis around the house or just a half shirt with some sexy panties.
We had a big house, five bedrooms, a pool and a family room.
Well, it was suspected now that HVSI was now the ever largest and ever biggest group of companies.
Ever richest too, as well.
I was its lifelong Chairman as I was the man that himself dreamed of, struggled and succeeded in establishing it with my younger brothers and extremely sincere friends.
HVSI was now a dream came true.
They all loved me.
I let them do about anything they want.
My only rule is, NO boys or men are allowed in my house.
They drink; can smoke pot, anything but, no dicks except only mine, strictly.
They had to be and remain One Man Woman strictly.
One time last year, I was very late getting home.
When I pulled up to the house there was a truck out on the road.
I thought somebody must have just broken down.
I went in to get a shower.
I heard some funny noises from Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s room.
I went to her door and “Open your legs, bitch.” a man’s voice said.
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was thundering,
“No, my Dad is going to kill you when he gets home.”
I was a big man.
Here I worked out a lot plus all the years of construction work.
I could take care of things pretty good.
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s door flew off the hinges pretty easy when my shoulder hit it.
There was my little girl on her bed, nothing but panties on.
Some naked, long hair prick with a ponytail on top of her with a knife at her neck.
With one quick yank on the hair, the little bastard was in the hall with his head sunk into the wall.
Yelling at the top of my voice,
“You are dead when I get back girl.”
I grabbed the punk by his hair, pulling him down the hall.
I called the police and he was arrested immediately.
He sounded like a little girl crying now.
The police inspector turned and smacked the shit out of him.
I stomped back to the house, there was Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī standing in the door,
“Get to the fucking bathroom.” I said in a low very mean voice.
I smacked it hard,
“Ouch, Daddy, I’m sorry.”
I smacked the other cheek even harder.
Somewhere in there my towel fell off exposing my 12 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.
It bumped her once or twice.
I had never really seen her like this.
Her panties were about 2 sizes too small.
That made me even hornier.
Her slim back, the little legs the way they connected to her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, it was great.
“Get in the shower. Wash your nasty fucking body.” I said.
She started to pull off her little panties, I told her to leave them on.
“Daddy, he couldn’t do anything.” she replied, “He was only a foolish communal Musalmān who was jealous of you that his own Musalmān sisters are my friends and they are almost your Live in Relationship Partners now. He wanted to requite stupidly.
“I don’t give a shit, start washing.”
She had soap in a bottle.
She put a few drops on her sponge.
” Use more.” I demanded.
I grabbed it from her and just squirted it all over her.
Then she didn’t wash hard enough.
I took her sponge and started to scrub her down myself.
Somewhere in this, I saw her looking down at my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I had come here leaving nude Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sleeping on my bed.
I was furious already.
Sālī Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had teased and tempted me too much.
I wanted a release badly.
“Wash the soap off and hurry the fuck up,” I grabbed Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī pushing her toward her room.
She was facing me walking backwards.
I was criticizing her the whole time,
“How the FUCK could you allow some little unauthorized cut Musalmān nūnī into this house? He looked like a little girl, if you’re going to fuck a man even, find a real one, not a little fag like that.”
I looked at her.
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī, my little girl was checking out my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I started talking a little calmer,
“Do you see my Uncut Hindu Cock? That’s what a beautiful little Musalmān Babe like you needs, not something like him.”
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī tripped and sat on the floor.
My now very hard Uncut Hindu Cock was right in her face.
Her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, awesome, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes explored every inch of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I was myself terrific now due to the abnormal temptation of nude Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sleeping on my bed.
As I watched Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī look at it, I got harder.
“That’s a prime US Grade A, it will make any Musalmān woman cum like she’s never known.” I told her.
“Now I know Why did Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, ever leave my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, for you? she wasn’t crazy at all. She was one of the smartest Musalmān ladies I think now. She just loves sex perhaps more than I thought she did.”
It calmed me down to the extent that I even smiled now.
“She loves sex with me very much, Baby. Once I fuck your Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, I don’t have to find other women. I need to be inside a woman always, you know. Something this big, needs it a lot.”
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s little hands reached up and grasped it.
With both hands on it, she slowly started to lick my big Uncut Hindu Lundhead.
Her tongue was so hot and soft, she licked all over my Uncut Hindu Cock head.
Looking into my Hindu male eyes, she gave me a sexy little wink.
Her young adult tender extremely stunning flawless, firm, corpulent, splendid, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth took in my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī sucked it so gentle while her tongue continued to lick my head.
I sat on the floor.
Her young adult tender extremely stunning flawless, firm, corpulent, splendid, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth locked on my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund, never letting it go.
Well, once into her mouth, almost every Musalmān Beauty reacted similarly.
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was making me go crazy.
She was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.
This girl was going to find out how much my Hindu cum I had and soon.
As she sucked and licked me, her hands were working up and down my long thick Uncut Hindu Shaft.
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was so wet and hot.
She moaned and started shoving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot onto my index finger, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly.
Yet he had prepared Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī for me optimum, I think.
Her moaning made me start to cum.
I squeezed her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pushed my index finger in her as deep as I could.
I touched the inner walls of her.
We came together.
My Hindu cum made her gag but, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī stanchly kept sucking and stroking me.
My index finger was buried deep in her young Musalmān body.
I could feel her orgasms.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot muscles caressed my index finger as Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī came.
We continued until our bodies gave out.
Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī came, lay beside me and asked,
“Daddy, I love you so much. Can we do this again but, without the ass beating?”
I laughed, hugged her hard and replied,
“I love you too baby. Any time you say.”
We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
She had sucked me so much that for the time being, to even my own surprise, I wasn’t interested in vaginal sex anymore.
What a phenomenal blowjob Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī had provided to me.
The next morning I woke up fast, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was on her knees between my legs looking up at me with my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund half way down her throat.
She was sucking as a pro now, locked on my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.
She moved her head up and down.
Her hands were holding me tight, moving the length of my shaft.
Faster and harder, she sucked; Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī looked into my eyes with a little sexy smile and a wink.
My unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund gave her all my Hindu cum.
She sucked hard, wanting to get all of it.
Sucking hard, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī kept moving up and down my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.
After she finished she looked at me very sexy and said,
“Good morning Daddy.”
I had to answer,
“It will be now.”
She gave me her big smile and ran to get ready for outing.
I know she told her pack of girlfriends all about what we did.
From then on all of them were always trying to look at my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund. *
Tendrils of salty spit began to dribble from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear the drips hitting the floor.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt cheap, like a piece of mine at being used as a plaything, as a Musalmān sex goddess, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want it to stop.
“All right my little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease; you’ve been good so far and I know you’re just dying to suck My Uncut Hindu Lund, so I’m going to let you. Make sure you do a good job though. I wouldn’t want to be disappointed. And I don’t think you’d want me to be disappointed either, would you honey?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head, making my hand pull Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair, which made her wince.
I chuckled and let go of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair,
“Suck My Uncut Hindu Lund, my darling.” I smiled at her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled too.
She winked at me.
She didn’t have to be told twice.
Licking her lips all over, tasting the salty residue of my teasing, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah opened Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and leaned forward.
Licking around the bulbous tip of my engorged head, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah quickly wrapped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips around it and sucked me into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I was so big Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s jaw was stretched to capacity.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could only manage to get an inch or two of my Uncut Hindu Lund into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Yet Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made the most of it.
Slurping and sucking as hard as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, licking up and down along my length, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stretched Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth wider and pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head forward feeling the tip of my big Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against the back of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gagged, making the little “hhirk” sound as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pulled back quickly.
“Oh fuck, do that again.” I ordered.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did, again gagging herself and making that awful sound as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach rolled.
It seemed to excite me even more.
My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as I grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair again and pushed forward.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel gag saliva, thick and stringy, dribbling out over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin and tears were forming in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes as I fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
“Oh fuck yeah.” I growled.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hardly breathe, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept letting me push into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s open mouth.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat was constricting with my every Hindu thrust.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s gag reflexed working overtime.
Watery gag tears were dampening Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s beautiful Musalmān lashes even more.
But not once did Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah think to tell me to stop.
Not once did Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raise her hands and pushed me away.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want me stop too!
“Oh fuck!” I growled again as I pulled myself out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and dragged her to her feet by the hair.
I used my palm to wipe the drool from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin then ripped down the front of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chemise to expose Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s full breasts.
Smearing the sticky mess all over one boob and pinching at the nipple, I brought my mouth down hard on hers.
My kiss was violent, animalistic and wanting.
My hands were rough, not caring if I bruised or pinched Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin.
I was too excited.
She was too beautiful.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs were shaking and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was so wet the juices were running down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs.
All Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do was hold onto the top behind me, and moan.
I pulled the straps of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s arms, so the chemise sat bunched just under Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts.
Then without warning, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingers pulling aside the crotch of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and my Uncut Hindu Lund was sliding between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips.
I circled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit, rubbing back and forth across it roughly, before thrusting my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her.
My mouth shifted down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest and latched onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breast sucking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipple into my mouth hard.
My tongue was flicking and flicking at the sensitive bud.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was gasping in both pain and pleasure as my hand shifted and I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund more into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s centre.
The heel of my palm ground against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen clit and worked me into a state of quivering readiness.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so close to cumming that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was whimpering almost constantly.
My head came up and I brought my mouth close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear.
“Such a wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, honey. I’m going to make you cum all over my Uncut Hindu Lund and then I’m going to turn you around and fuck that tight little ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot of yours, more passionately.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees nearly gave out under me, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah held onto the counter even harder.
“Oh yeah that’s it. You’re so close aren’t you?”
I kept whimpering to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is so hot and wet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I can feel it clenching on My Uncut Hindu Lund. You’re going to cream soon, aren’t you, making it even wetter? And then I’m going to push my big Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside you. I’d fuck you nice and hard…”
My words were making her crazy.
It was what she was already dreaming of.*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ground Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips down onto my fingers even harder as I shoved them into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s climax building to breaking point until a high pitched squeal sounded from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came all over my fingers, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s juices gushing out of mine like a fountain.
“Fuck yeah,” I swore as I felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s liquid cum run over my hand. I pulled my fingers out of mine, bringing them to my mouth and licked them. Not to be mean, I smiled at her then and pushed my fingers into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as well, letting me clean up the remaining residue. It tasted tangy but sweet and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned a little at the thought. “Do you like that taste of your own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot?” I asked me and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah flushed a little in embarrassment but kept sucking on my digits regardless. “Mmm,” I said withdrawing my fingers from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth. “That’s enough. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s turn now.”
I spun me around and pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah up against the Vikramch. The steel top of the sink dug into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips painfully, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ignored it, as I pressed my hard Uncut Hindu Lund up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s butt and thrust against me a couple of times. “Mmm, yeah.” I groaned. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hand press against the centre of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulder blades as I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah forward, Vikramding me over tI kitchen sink. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s full breasts hung down in the recess and the cold metal pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach. My fingers caught hold of the top of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and without further preamble Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me yank down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties from behind. They fell to the floor around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankles and there they stayed.
Outside tI kitchen window, the world turned grey, and in that pre-dawn light the shadows of the garden took on an eerie shape. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to Herself, anyone could be standing out there right now and watching this! It sent a shiver down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine to thought that someone could be watching me get fucked by Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples screwed themselves up again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath began to quicken once more.
All thought flew out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt warm breath against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen lips soon followed by a hot tongue. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned loudly in ecstasy as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me eating Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot. My tongue thrust deep inside me, fucking me like a Uncut Hindu Lund, like my Uncut Hindu Lund would be very soon no doubt, and then retreated to glide up and down along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s slit. I wriggled the tip back and forth over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit, nearly bringing me to another orgasm on the spot.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped in shock and tried to squirm away.
I’d never had this done to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah before, never even knew that it could be done let alone should be done.
I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips.
“Oh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped, “Please… no… stop…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was having trouble trying to get the words out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my Uncut Hindu Lund probing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight backdoor, felt my Uncut Hindu Lund break the seal and penetrate inside her shallowly. “Please … Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! that’s …. Oh God, that’s unbearable !” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund in deeper and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body push back against my probing Uncut Hindu Lund muscle of its own accord.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t believe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying this.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh My God, it was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was wetter than ever.
“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled penetrating my Uncut Hindu Lund between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks. “You’re an exquisite young adult Musalmān sex goddess, and you love it. Don’t you? Don’t pretend you don’t, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I can feel your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass pressing back onto my Uncut Hindu Lund !”
I stopped pleasuring her with my Uncut Hindu Lund and stood up behind her.
I entered Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass again aggressively . “That’s for pretending you don’t like it.” I told her winking at her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped and felt herself shying as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the tip of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund rub against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sopping ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips.
I continued to rub myself against her.
Probing with the tip every now and again, teasing her relentlessly until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was leaning back into me, and trying to get me to enter her.
I chuckled. “You’re not a virgin, are you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” My voice sounded gentle, soothing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head,
“No Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah answered, “I hadn’t seen you then. How could have I known I was going to be lucky enough to get you? If I had I would have kept my virginity for you.”
“I didn’t think so.” I replied sounding genuinely pleased as she was speaking truthfully now. “Have you ever had an Uncut Hindu Lund as big and thick as mine before?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head again.
“No Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Never!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her shiver behind me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t care if it hurt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so horny Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just wanted me inside her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed back against the pressure.
I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, gripped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and held her still.
“Not so fast Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease. This is going to hurt you the first time, and I don’t want to cause you any un-necessary harm.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed and tried to stay as still as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, even though her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body kept demanding satisfaction.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt both my thumbs slide down the back of Fātimah her butt and stroke along the sides of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight opening before taking hold of the lips and pulling them open.
The tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund pressed in harder, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned aloud as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it beginning to press into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wet lips even further.
I was finally sliding inside her.
This will be fine, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told herself, what could happen?
Then the reality of it hit her.
As I pressed forward, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a burning sensation in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips as they stretched wide to accommodate me.
I was too big that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s poor little ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot couldn’t handle it.
Well, that’s what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought anyway.
The pressure increased to a near unbearable degree, even the natural lubrication Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah produced was not enough to stave off the pain.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was beginning to whimper as the burning sensation intensified.
“Oh yeah, nearly there, honey.” I told her. “Just hold still a little longer.”
With a final push, something gave, and the bulbous head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her.
I groaned from behind.
My voice was ragged and heavy.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was panting in pain as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gripped the Top in an effort to stop from screaming.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah bit down her cheek, determined not to let me know just how much it really was hurting, scared that I would stop.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t afford to let me stop.
Slowly, millimetre by millimetre, I forced my huge girth deeper into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
The pain had begun to recede, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips were still stretched taut.
She’d never felt so filled before.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah loved the sensation.
Finally, after a minute or two, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my warm Hindu balls pressing against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hooded clit.
Ultimately, I was all the way in.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let out a small sigh of relief, still wondering what I would do now.
I remained motionless for a short time, savouring the position I found myself in.
“Oh yeah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I haven’t had a ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot this tight in twenty years. Mmm, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you feel absolutely delicious around my Uncut Hindu Lund . Thank you.” I whimpered in my low voice.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned a little at the feel of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund buried deep inside her and then gasped as I began to move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard I grunt softly every time my Uncut Hindu pole reburied itself inside her, pressing up hard against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cervix and causing a different kind of pain to shoot through her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot began to compensate for my Hindu size, producing copious amounts of slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān juice, to allow me to glide in and out of her more smoothly.
The burning in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips began to recede, pleasure taking its place, but I just knew that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would be sore later on.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t care, right now, it was absolute ashvinātam bliss and that was all that mattered to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
My hard Uncut Hindu Lund slid in and out of her.
My Hindu balls were slapping against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit with every stroke, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grunted and groaned with every thrust.
“Eīshān.” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, groaned. “Such a tight; wet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot! Mmm, and it looks so good taking My Uncut Hindu Lund up it.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt something warm and wet drop onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered asshole and wondered what it was.
Then my thumb began stroking round and round it, making Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s quiver in anticipation.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me increase the pressure and the tip of my thumb penetrated Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass making her gasp in pain and wanton lust.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered when I pulled my thumb away, teasing her, and groaned out loudly as I pressed lightly against it once more.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah leant into me trying to get my thumb back in.
I chuckled at me from behind.
“Such a young adult Musalmān sex goddess.”
I grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and pulled me back hard against her a couple of times; causing her to gasp uncontrollably from the force, I applied.
Another warm droplet fell against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered opening and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finally realised that I was letting some ointment fall onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt even abnormal.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body betrayed her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clenched tight.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, I really am a Musalmān sex goddess! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought and moaned again.
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Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm
It was just supposed to be a ride home for a casual friend that Muħammad and Kħadījah knew from their local watering hole.
Honestly, that was the intention, but fate?, luck?, happenstance? intervened…
That Friday night was a bit on the slow side at Kħadījah’s what it being the holiday weekend and all that.
Sidrah Aħmad and I were there for Sidrah Aħmad’s a TGIF drink or five.
Sidrah Aħmad wanted to shoot a bit of pool too.
It was mostly regulars in Kħadījah’s that night with a few ‘newbies’ thrown in the mix.
Sidrah Aħmad was taking on challengers on one of the pool tables while I socialized with some of our friends, etc.
On some Fridays, we were usually at a party hosted by some of the swingers that were members of the same ‘social’ club that we belonged to, but, not this night.
Sidrah Aħmad enjoyed the threesomes as a treat.
Of course, she did couples as well, but had you asked Sidrah Aħmad her preference, threesomes would have been her answer.
But this night wasn’t about swinging, at least that’s how it started out.
Around ten or so, Kħadījah’s had thinned out to maybe ten or twelve regulars, one of which was Durgesh, I, an older Hindu in my sixty-two.
At this time, Sidrah Aħmad was thirty-eight and I was sixty-two, not old, but older.
Anyway, I had been around a year or so, having moved here for a new ashvinātam sex adventure, if I could have it.
I was on the quiet side, polite, and very amicable.
I had drifted to Muħammad and Kħadījah’s table.
Muħammad and I taking turns against Sidrah Aħmad on the pool table and sharing drinks and shots.
I was of course participating in with juices, not with alcohol.
Alcohol caused sleep to the Para Conscious mind while Stavans and Trishapt used to awaken it.
Well, actually, we did most of the shots since Muħammad was the DD, the designated driver, and I was nursing my drinks carefully even while taking juices only.
Sidrah Aħmad, as usual, looked splendid; five foot eight, a hundred and ten pounds in a slim, athletic body, and, as usual, braless in a form-flattering tee.
Tiring of playing pool, we all decided to have one last nightcap and leave.
I casually mentioned that I was going to call a cab and get my car tomorrow since Sidrah Aħmad‘d had a ‘bit too much’, so to speak, and needed my car herself.
Muħammad chimed in that they’d be happy to give me a lift to my Ashvinātam Palace, to which, Kħadījah smilingly agreed.
It was as they waited for me to make a pit stop before we left Sidrah Aħmad’s that I noticed, for the first time, the ‘look’ in Kħadījah’s eyes, on her face.
“You get turned on by something?” I kiddingly asked, adding, “Or is it just a bit of the Tequila making you horny?”
Laughing, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm replied, “Is it that obvious? Damn, I need to work on my poker face,” adding, “that it was a bit of both.”
“Really?” So what turned you on?” Muħammad asked in return.
“You have to admit that Durgesh is a rather cute, young package and you know how I get when I drink Tequila,” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm smilingly said.
“Hey, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, I may be cute to you but I’m not a young package anymore.”
“Nonsense!” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, thirty-eight only, smiled at me now rather seductively.
“Believe me. I’m sixty two, my dear.”
“Durgesh the multi zillionaire?” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm confirmed my identity once more incredulously, “Durgesh darling, Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?”
“Of course,” I smiled, “the same. But I’m sixty two.”
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm looked at her Musalmān husband, Muħammad,
“What do you say, Muħammad?”
“Well, he is thirty two. Some persons claim he is twenty eight actually.”
Later, a few years down the road, there would be a country song about how “Tequila makes her clothes fall off,” or something like that. That could have been written about Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
“Do you want to have a ‘go’ at Durgesh?” Muħammad asked.
She got a pensive look, scrunched up her face a bit, and replied, “I don’t know, what do you think?”
Seeing me emerging from the restroom, Muħammad simply replied, “Play it as you want, baby, I’m game if it goes that way.”
“Damn, ya’ll sure you don’t want me to take a cab so that you can get home,” I said, laughing afterwards.
With a hint of where her head was now, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips, saying,
“Well, if I can’t wait until we get home, and since I’m in the company of two good-looking men, I ought to be able to solve my problem, don’t you think?”
She pulled me by my hand towards the door while my alcohol-free brain quickly processed what I had just heard.
Muħammad simply smiled when he looked at me questioningly, following the two of them out of the door.
In his opinion, Muħammad was exchanging his extremely beautiful with me, swinging.
He was giving me an opportunity to fuck his, till now exclusively faithful to him, wife, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
The swingers never knew that most of them were never getting an opportunity to fuck the wife of the opposite man.
But in return, they never got my wife or any of my actual Live in Relationship Partner.
My wife was my exclusive territory.
My only wife.
None without her or my exclusive express permission could even reach her.
She never needed it.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved me for my never compromising Multiversal Humanity, and for nothing else.
Sidrah Aħmad was one of my extremely loyal friends only.
Yes, I fuck Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad also fucks me.
But that’s all we expect from each other.
An altogether different kind of ethics.
Perhaps no other religion, except Hinduism only, allowed this kind of ethics ever and even praised it.
But Hinduism praised even the atheists dedicating their life for humanity.
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm flipped up the fold-down armrest in my car.
She slid into the middle of the front seat, pulling me in with her to sit ‘shotgun’.
After I got in and started the car, she casually remarked as she settled in between us,
“Ooooh, between two guys, does it get any better than this for a gal?”
Leaning towards me as I was about to drive away, she gave me a long, tongue-probing kiss.
Breaking off the ashvinātam kiss with me, as Muħammad slipped the car into gear, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm winked at me, saying,
“Seems like, to be fair, I owe Durgesh a kiss more, don’t you think?” and turning her head towards me , she leaned over and gave me a sweet, soft kiss, her eyes quickly flashing up to Muħammad’s in a questioning look.
Muħammad smiled at her, nodded his head in approval, and drove away as Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm and I continued to kiss.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand kept casually dropping onto my thigh as we did so.
Muħammad had already given me directions to his place, which I followed.
The sounds from us indicating that the soft, sweet ashvinātam kiss was getting a bit more intense.
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned into me once more.
This time with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand behind my head and her awfully lovely outstanding superb Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body turned more towards me to better facilitate our ashvinātam kiss.
Muħammad glanced over and saw Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s nipples straining the fabric of her tee as we continued to kiss.
Such crazy Musalmīn were never updated.
They were not living in twenty first century at all.
For them the Time Cycle had stopped at Seventh Century, forever.
That’s why such Honor Killings for such backward Musalmīn were not only normal, it was their essence of existence even.
I was always careful about such crazy backward Musalmīn.
Being a multi zillionaire now it was not difficult for me to arrange for my safety and security first.
My wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Sidrah Aħmad, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, and my infinite Posthumans Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners were even more vigilant.
Moreover, every one of them, without even a single exception, was always punished by us, with intense humiliation.
They were made to lick our cum mixed with the cum of their Musalmān houseladies.
They were even compelled to drink our urine mixed with the urine of their Musalmān houseladies and their terrorist Musalmān mouths were being used as our toilets including the toilets for their own Musalmān houseladies too.
They were imprisoned in ultramodern ever-updated Kālchakr Tilism.
They never could run away from there.*
“Hi darling! This is Furqān Ibrāhīm…Furqān Ibrāhīm; this is my stepdaughter, Kħālidah Qamar.”
“Hi Furqān Ibrāhīm. At last, I have the chance to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you!”
Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, 39, a doctor and a colleague of her Hindu stepfather’s Durgesh at HVSI Hospital.
We had been dating for the past 4 months.
The Musalmān Beauty facing her was pretty and petite.
Kħālidah Qamar guessed she was about 5 feet 4 inches in height and she had the most appealing laughter.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, incessantly made jokes at the table and she realized that I was happy to be with this Musalmān Beauty.
The dinner lasted 2 hours and Kħālidah Qamar genuinely liked Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
She was much different from Mumtāz Yåqūb, her mother who had left her Abbū for me, 10 years ago.
Her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, was a bombshell with huge tits, smoky grey eyes, blonde-ash hair and killer legs.
She could not be a ‘mother’ to Kħālidah Qamar, saying that domesticated life was a prison to her.
One day when Kħālidah Qamar was 9, she came back home from school finding her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, had packed her suitcase in front of their house waiting for her ‘new Hindu lover, I,’ to take her away.
Kħālidah Qamar was devastated but since Mumtāz Yåqūb was not much of a Ammī to start with, Kħālidah Qamar continued her life happily with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, and her loving Hindu dad had become both a Ammī and a father to her.
His numerous Musalmān girlfriends started to take care of Kħālidah Qamar, even if her own immensely Westernized Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, didn’t pay proper attention to her.
She loved me, the Hindu man, with all her heart, who even snatched away her extra ordinary beautiful Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, from her real Abbū.
“Thank you Durgesh, for the pleasant dinner. Thanks to you too Kħālidah Qamar.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?” We kissed and I walked her to her car.
As we were driving home, Kħālidah Qamar noticed her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, was ceaselessly talking about Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
How nice she was.
How well she could cook.
How caring she was.
How lovely her family was.
Kħālidah Qamar simply smiled and nodded to her Hindu stepdad with every remark that I made about her.
Kħālidah Qamar had to show that she cared about his happiness and Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, but deep down in her heart, she hated every single second of it.
Kħālidah Qamar loved her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, more than she even loved herself.
She could not bear the thought that she was going to share this man with Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
She did not hate us, but she could not have her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, finding happiness in the arms of another Musalmān Beauty.
Only she could make her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, happy, not Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, as I was the center of her life.
“You are mine Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m your another Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I’d provide you everywhere as much sex as you love to have, not that bloody Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Never.” She gritted her teeth to herself.
She continued smiling and nodding with whatever I was saying.
At sixty-three even, I looked gorgeously hottest.
With my aquamarine eyes I was making Musalmān Beauties from 15 to 60 years of age drooled over me.
Kħālidah Qamar was quite surprised that I was never tired of dating Musalmān Beauties.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,…you really like her, don’t you?” She suddenly asked.
“Think so Kħālidah Qamar. I’m so happy that you like her too. You like her don’t you?”
“Yes…I…do. I really do. She’s do different from my Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb too.”
She noticed my countenance hardened with anger.
I could never forgive Mumtāz Yåqūb for neglecting Kħālidah Qamar; as I really loved her and her betrayal was too much for me.
Even her real Abbū knew that Mumtāz Yåqūb was cheating behind his back.
He did forgive her, but, nevertheless, she could never be a wife to him and an Ammī to his daughter.
Muħammad Qamar Sheikħ was the cuckold Musalmān husband, cuckolded to me by his extraordinary beautiful wife, Mumtāz Yåqūb.
Everyone was talking about Mumtāz Yåqūb me, and still he tried so hard to hold on to his marriage.
However, she finally left him for good.
She did come back and visit him three times for the past ten years, but Kħālidah Qamar hated her so much that their meeting always ended in disaster.
The car pulled into the driveway and stopped.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, was a caring and loving Dad.
I did not even notice.
I then kissed her on the temple lovingly before I opened the door and went out.
She brought her fingers on the temple and touched where my lips kissed her skin while her other hand grasped her breast that was inflamed by her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī’s touch.
My knock on the car window brought her back to her senses.
She was relieved that the window was tinted.
I opened the door for her and we walked hand in hand into the house.
I directly went into my reading room while Kħālidah Qamar went into the kitchen to have a glass of water.
When, she came out from the kitchen her Hindu stepfather, I, was at the bottom of the stairs on my way up to my bedroom.
“Durgesh Papa Jī? Can you please carry me up to my room like we used to?”
“Really Kħālidah Qamar? You’re too old for that. You’re 19 for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā‘s sake!” I smiled.
“Oh…come on Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Please!” She begged and she knew that her Durgesh Papa Jī could never say no to her whims.
She was deliriously happy as she could straddle her Hindu stepfather, I, facing my handsome face.
Her lean legs were around my Hindu waist while her arms were around my neck.
She put her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head under my chin and drank the scent of my Hindu body making her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot quivered and juices started to flow.
She had to control her breathing because the movement made by me, as I was climbing the stairs, rocked and rubbed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against the material of my shirt.
Her nipples puckered with the contact and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot oozed more juices.
“Here we are princess.” I lowered her in front of the door to her bedroom.
“Sleep tight.” I kissed her lips and went into my bedroom.*
A flash of light lit her room and a rumble woke her up from sleep.
Kħālidah Qamar used to be frightened of thunderstorms, but no more.
Only she knew this.
I would come to her room and comfort her.
Sometimes, she could sleep in my bed until morning and feel the warmth of my Hindu body enveloping her.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Thank God for thunderstorms!” Kħālidah Qamar muttered.
She bolted from her bed and quickly opened the door to her bedroom.
She scurried out from her room and she was joyful when she saw her Hindu stepfather, I, was already walking towards her room.
My chest was deliciously bare and her eyes could not help but stared at my hairy lean Hindu male chest.
“You okay baby?” I asked as I hugged her.
“I…I’m so scared Durgesh Papa Jī!” She cried and wrapped her arms around me and savored the warmth of my body radiating through the sheer silk nightgown she was wearing.
She was not wearing any bra or panties that night; and her nipples were pebble hard under the silk.
Kħālidah Qamar pushed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into my Hindu male embrace and felt the delicious rapture of her excellent exquisite perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female lust.
“Come Kħālidah Qamar. Let’s go to my room.”
Her Hindu stepfather, I, wrapped her with the soft blanket.
I went to the other side of the bed and came to her side.
“Sleep Kħālidah Qamar. I’m here. Don’t worry.” I kissed the bridge of her nose, put my arm around her and drifted back into slumber.
She waited until I was sound asleep.
Then, she moved closer towards her Hindu stepfather, I, and removed the blanket from both of our bodies.
She then pushed down her nightgown to her tiny waist.
She touched my hand softly.
I did not stir.
She then brought her Durgesh Papa Jī’s Hindu hand inch by inch until it rested on her tit.
“Ah…,” she moaned feeling my warm Hindu hand on it.
Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started to drip more of her juices.
Her face came closer to my chest, licked my hairy chest.
I groaned in my sleep and the hand on her tit started massaging and kneading it roughly.
“Ah…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…love…you…tits.” I said with my eyes closed.
She raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up slightly and guided her other tit to her Hindu stepfather, my warm Hindu lips.
My breath touched her nipple and it puckered even more.
She sucked her breath with the pleasure brought by it.
She then grazed my lower lip with her pebble-hard-nipple and she buckled with the sensation squeezing her legs to pressure her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her Dad, ‘Durgesh Papa Jī’, slowly opened my lips and kissed hard on her nipple.
I used my teeth to nip on the sensitive bud of her breast with my eyes still shut.
“Ah…oh…Durgesh Papa Jī…ah!” Kħālidah Qamar whimpered and closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure.
Kħālidah Qamar was convinced that I was having the nicest dream as I was massaging and devouring her breasts.
I kept calling her Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
I seemed to love the satiny salty tastes of her breast as I kept kissing it hard; and my hand squeezed and kneaded her tit.
She moaned again and she called me Durgesh Papa Jī.
“Yes Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…call me Durgesh.” I muttered on her breast.
I kissed her nipple hard and used the tip of my tongue to torture the pebble-hard nipple.
She moaned again calling me.
My expression suddenly changed in my sleep, I looked confused.
Kħālidah Qamar quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be sleeping.
My eyes flew opened and I saw my hand was on Kħālidah Qamar’s tit while my mouth on her other tit still kissing.
I seemed unable to stop my actions as I was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling touching my stepdaughter in such a way.
My 19-year-old stepdaughter was practically naked on my bed with her nightgown was now around her waist as it had also risen to her navel.
She had no panties and she was dripping with juices.
My Uncut Hindu Lund quivered with the sight.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God! Kħ…Kħ…Kħālidah Qamar, wake up honey.”
She continued to close her eyes and moaned even louder.
She was happy that her Hindu stepfather, I, had not removed my hand on her tit and she sluggishly moved one hand, pressed it on her Hindu stepfather, My hand that was molding her tit; encouraging me more.
She could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund quivered in my pajama.
“Oh… Kħālidah Qamar…this is not happening.” She could hear me say; nevertheless, I did not take away my hand from her tit.
She opened her legs and nudged me a little with her wet opened excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I had moved from her tit and looked down her length.
And she could feel my whole body froze.
May be I was shocked with what about to happen.
I was about to fuck my hot Musalmān stepdaughter.
To her disappointment, I slowly removed her hand from hers.
Then, I lifted the hand from her tit and covered my stepdaughter’s navel with the silk nightgown.
I too covered her with the blanket and in the cloak of darkness; she could see I was jerking off my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund through her semi-closed lid.
I went into the bathroom.
Kħālidah Qamar felt her eyes stung with frustration and turned to her right, with her back to the bathroom.
Her nipples and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were still quivering from lust.
She inserted one finger in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fingered herself hard.
She bit her lower lips to prevent herself from moaning loud in her Hindu stepfather, my bed.
She inserted another finger and shuddered with pleasure.
Her mind was spinning with images of her naked Hindu stepfather ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund into her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into her mouth and she, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She cum under the blanket and later brought her fingers into her mouth.
Kħālidah Qamar licked the juices.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, came out from the bathroom after sometime and I slipped back into bed.
I was behind her and I drew her closer into my embrace nuzzling her neck.
Suddenly, Kħālidah Qamar felt my tongue licked her neck and nipped her earlobe while my hand grasped her breast.
I for quite some time kneaded her tit and I moved my hand lower and rubbed her mound that was covered with the thin material of her nightgown.
Kħālidah Qamar felt thrilled that I was actually lusting for her.
To her frustration, as fast as it happened, it ended.
She steeled herself from the overwhelming disappointment.
I then kissed her on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head, turned to my other side and slept.*
Kħālidah Qamar woke up the next day when she could feel the sun’s ray on her face.
She opened her eyes and quickly searched for her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, on her left.
I was not there.
She put her hand on the bed where I had lain and it was cold.
She was frustrated with the knowledge.
She could hear that I had gone downstairs and the kettle was whistling.
She rose from the bed and went to her bedroom.
She washed her face in her small bathroom and brushed her teeth thinking what to do with her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,.
When she entered the kitchen, I was facing the window looking out to the garden behind our house.
She crept towards me and hugged my warm body from behind.
She could feel my body froze up.
She pressed her ample tits onto my warm back just to tempt me more.
Her hands deliberately went lower down my abdomen and stayed there.
She could feel how her Hindu stepfather, I, tried to steel myself from her touch.
“Morning Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”
“Oh……morning Kħālidah Qamar.”
She then tipped-toed and kissed my left temple and let me go.
“What’s for breakfast?”
I turned to face her and she noted that I was averting from looking into her eyes and I looked flustered.
“Breakfast? Well…What do you want? Toast? Scrambled eggs?
“Toast would be fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.”
Kħālidah Qamar was still in her silk nightgown and she purposely let one strap of the nightgown fell down her shoulder exposing the generous swell of her right breast.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,? What are doing today?” she asked.
I moved my eyes from the newspaper and she noticed her Dad.
My eyes darted to the swell of her tit, and then to her face, unconsciously back to her tit, and back to her face.
I swallowed hard.
She rejoiced that her plan was set in motion.
“There is some stuff I got to do. Yeah…stuff…things to do.” My eyes glanced at her boobs.
“And…and tonight I’m going out with…with…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. We have a movie to catch. You?”
“I wanna stay home today. Maybe do some sunbathing or swimming.”
“Okay… Kħālidah Qamar. Will you excuse me? I want to…to…,”
“To what Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī?”
“To do…stuff, Kħālidah Qamar! Stuff!”
“Are you okay Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī? Did you sleep well last night? You seem…weird.”
“Yes…yes I did sleep well last night. W…why are you asking?” My eyes dilated.
“You’re so restless and fidgety.”
“Fidgety? No!” I rose from my chair and left her.*
She put on her bright yellow bikini; looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
She went downstairs and went into her Hindu stepfather, my reading room where I was lying on a divan with a cushion under my head reading a book.
She moved to the sofa and her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, slowly put down the book on my crotch.
“I’m going for a swim Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Wanna join me?”
“Sālī,” I gritted my teeth.
Kħālidah Qamar was gradually becoming bolder with me.
“I want to read this book.” I smiled, “so naturally I can’t join you.”
“Durgesh Papa Jī! Are you sure? It’s about telescopes. Come on Dad, Let’s go for a swim.” She insisted.
“You go Kħālidah Qamar. I’m fine.”
“Oh Dad! Come on…please?” She went down her knees and held my right arm tightly against her bikini clad tits.
She deliberately squished my arm to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
She tugged my arm so that I could feel her nipples and the softness of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
Her breasts now were sandwiched between her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body and my strong wide Hindu chest.
She could feel I tried to take away my body, but she didn’t allow me to do so.
Now I was trying my best not to breathe hard.
“Please…Durgesh Papa Jī? Swim with me?”
“Try to understand darling. No…I…can’t…no…I don’t want to swim today!”
Kħālidah Qamar rose.
She tugged my left arm to pull me up from the divan.
I was too strong and I resisted.
Kħālidah Qamar pulled again.
I then jerked my arm too strongly.
Her generous tits were on my face while her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exactly on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It opened her labial lips and my knob was inside before I could do anything.
I couldn’t understand how it happened.
She felt the delicious feeling of my Hindu breath on the soft skin of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
“Ops Durgesh Papa Jī! I’m sorry.” Kħālidah Qamar raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up while holding my shoulders.
My eyes were staring at her spilling dangling tits just inches from my mouth.
She deliberately slipped her hold on my shoulder, making her right tit squashed on my mouth.
I closed my eyes and swallowed a groan.
“So sorry Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m so clumsy!” the young adult smart Musalmān girl wiggled between my Hindu legs trying to get up and she could feel the wonderful tantalizing feeling of my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund between her young adult virgin Musalmān labial lips.
She slid to her left and rose from the divan.
She smiled when she saw my Uncut Hindu Lund grew in between her labial lips.
I looked grave with what had just happening between my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter and me.
Nevertheless, Kħālidah Qamar knew that her plan was unfolding itself and her Hindu stepfather, I, now lusted for her.
Yes, I was trying to hide it from her behind my seniority, majority and gravity.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had trained her properly,
“Don’t let him succeed ever. He is your husband, your lover, and not—NOT your father.”
“But he is forty four years elder to me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled mischievously,
“It does not make his Uncut Hindu Lund limp for you, idiot.”
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD smiled,
“I want all of us, his entire Musalmān stepdaughters I mean, his Live in Relationship Partners.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan announced, “Durgesh is our Hindu husband, NOT our Hindu father. We are not responsible that our Ammīs joined his bed before us.”
The entire episode whirled before her eyes and that made her so thrilled and happy.
“Fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.” Kħālidah Qamar suddenly changed her strategy, “I’ll swim by myself.”
She said after sometime and left the reading room.*
Suddenly I heard her scream.
“Help! Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me!” She screamed and bobbed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body in the water.
“Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me…Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”
She could hear the door being opened roughly and sank her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into the swimming pool.
Within seconds, she could feel my arms around her waist and pulled her out from the pool.
I was breathing hard and I looked worried.
I wiped her hair away from her face and touched her face.
“You okay…baby? What…happened?”
“Where?” Her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, glided my hands on her wet legs.
“The right one.”
I then kneaded and massaged her right thigh.
From her knee, I slowly kneaded the muscle up to the juncture of her thigh.
My eyes all of a sudden looked into her.
“Kħālidah Qamar …your muscles are okay.” There was a long pause. “Your muscles are not experiencing any cramps…right?” her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, asked.
“I do have cramps in my muscle Durgesh Papa Jī. Here.” She grasped my hand on her thigh and pressed it onto her wet soaking mound covered with the flimsy yellow bikini.
She then pressed her legs tightly together and moaned.
I snatched my hand away and rose to my feet.
I was breathing hard and my eyes were clouded with immensely suppressed lust for her.
Kħālidah Qamar could see my Uncut Hindu Lund swelled in my wet trousers.
I covered my face with my hands, turned around and sat on one of the lounge chairs near the pool.
“What’s wrong with me? And…What’s gotten into you Kħālidah Qamar? If you hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, just tell me. Y…you don’t have to do this.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh…God! What is happening to me? I am lusting over my own stepdaughter!” I whimpered looking up to the blue sky as if asking to Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the God, why I couldn’t I control this lust for my young stepdaughter.
Kħālidah Qamar gradually rose from her spot and walked towards me.
I was still distraught by my reaction and my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s actions.
She knelt near my legs and held my left thigh.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī…I don’t hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Really. But…I want…you.” Kħālidah Qamar acknowledged to me bravely.
My eyes flew to her face.
“I always wanted you Durgesh Papa Jī. And…and… I just can’t lose you to her!” her eyes were welling with tears.
“Oh KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! You don’t want me. I’m your stepfather. I’m old, not young like…Pragýésh.”
“I dumped him Durgesh Papa Jī! he never fucked me. When he tried to, I refused him even to allow touching me. I could only imagine that it was your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me Durgesh Papa Jī always. Filling my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”
I was dumbfounded.
I never imagined Kħālidah Qamar could go to this extent ever.
Why have I to be defeated always by my own wives?
Entire Brahmarshis supported her, not me.
They succeeded in making the new law:
‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’
‘Only Savarñā wife is constituted for Shūdr, none else.’
—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157
Sherza succeed then.
And the same Time Cycle is once again making herrza victorious in her every movement:
‘Al Jihād no incest’
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī succeeded then.
Now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is succeeding.
The Time Cycle is helping her in almost her every movement.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Farħānah Al Åbbās
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī herself was behind it.
I was exasperated,
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī laughed,
“Sālī.” I gritted my teeth.
“I can’t help it, Pitr’shrī. Durgesh is always against my best decisions.”
I watched her gravely.
“Haven’t you learned any lessons even now, Satī?”
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī retorted,
“What’s there to learn?”
“I requested Ārsh Sadan, not compelled ever.”
“Didn’t you fight the issue until the entire Ārsh Sadan didn’t agree with you?”
“That’s my fundamental political right. Can you deny it, my dear Bachhalyā husband?”
He was smiling sophisticatedly.
“Don’t enjoy her idiosyncrasies, Param Brahmarshi.”
“I object on the word ‘idiosyncrasies’.” Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī smiled cunningly.
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī retorted,
“Benefits of Shāshvat Satyug? What are they, Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Call me ‘Durgesh’.” I admonished her curtly.
“I love to respect my husband.” Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī smiled, “It’s not good manners to call one’s husband by his name.”
“Well, that’s what I think.”
“Sālī, come to the point.”
“It’s bad manners to abuse your wife when her father is present.”
“You are again enjoying her naughty activities, Bhagvan.”
“She calls me ‘Bachhalyā Piyā’ on your support.”
“Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong in calling you ‘Bachhalyā Piyā’.” Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī smiled impishly.
I smiled too.
Sālī was hiding behind the mask of marital relationship between us.
Her real father was Prajāpatipati Dax Brahmāputr.
But Param Brahmarshi was Gr’harshi of our entire family including Tārxý, Shésh, Balrām Bhrātr’shrī, Bharat, Laxmañ, Shatrughn, Prakāsh, Shlésh and Ved Prakāsh.***
“‘Bachhalyā’ was my birth Gotr in the ever last Kaliyug. It causes me to remember my ‘Pashu Janm’, my animal birth. Isn’t it denying my Dvij identity?”
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī laughed triumphantly.
“No.” I said, “I hate this ‘Pashu Janm Sambodhan’, this ‘Animal Birth Address’, for me.”
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī smiled,
“That’s another matter.”
“How? They are Musalmān. Therefore? They make Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs with you. Therefore?”
“I never blamed you so.”***
When Muħammad flew into Miami, all he seemed to see from the air was water.
It was everywhere.
It was the encroaching sea at the coast, and inland ribbons that sliced the landscape to pieces.
Much of the downtown Miami was protected, of course, but outlying districts, even just blocks away, were flooded.
Muħammad was mildly shocked.
But the place still worked.
He was unable to understand why so many Musalmīn of India still loved to vote Congress.
It had to resign.
Being a time traveler himself, Muħammad had never seen so many foolish Musalmīn anywhere.
“I haven’t objection that Zaynab Bājī has chosen a Hindu his Live in Relationship Partner, Abbū.” His youngest daughter Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad PhD had complained, “Durgesh is not only a Hindu. He is a black magician as well.”
“What nonsense are you talking, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad? Muħammad was furious.
“Abbū, he is fucking infinite Musalmān Beauties.”
“Nonsense. You are a PhD. Shame to you.”
“Abbū, Zaynab Bājī claims she has seen him so.”
“Fucking infinite Musalmān Beauties?”
“And you believed it?”
“You must be crazy, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad PhD.”
“Is Kåbah Sharīf itself infinite?”
Muħammad had silenced his daughter.
But he knew it was possible.
Yes, his eldest daughter, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, was right when she argued,
“Abbū, if Måraj is possible, why what I saw is impossible?”*
Two years ago, I bought Farħānah Al Åbbās her first car; a sporty little red convertible.
I swam deep into my thoughts.
I could bring up the day I handed the keys to my Live in Relationship Partner Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s daughter, Farħānah Al Åbbās, as if it was on a Rolodex.
Two years ago in the mild stages of spring, Farħānah Al Åbbās blew out the candles on her eighteenth birthday cake.
The very breath that Farħānah Al Åbbās breathed was my breath.
That very breath she exhaled over eighteen candles was the day I felt myself.
I would be sixty-three on my upcoming birthday, by no means ancient.
But my Live in Relationship Partner Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s daughter, Farħānah Al Åbbās’s declaration of youthful independence became my silent resolution of long experiences.
And I was having no trouble admitting it.
Why should I?
I was still everyoung.
Wasn’t I, still fucking extraordinary young Musalmān Beauties, even teenagers too?
My age was increasing but so was my bubbling Hindu youth as well.
None knew I was a Parahuman however.
They thought I was a normal human being.
Well, how could they differentiate?
We try to explain the things we can’t deny.
But, naturally, we use our own knowledge and experiences for it.
They took my Parahumanism as an exception to normal humanism.
The exceptions were not unusual.
It helped me in keeping my real identity to myself and to the persons who understood it.
I trusted them.
No use to tell my real identity to the persons I didn’t trust ab initio.
It couldn’t solve any problem.
On the contrary, it could increase my problems instead.
Naturally, I was not stupid enough to do so.
It seemed like only a few, short years ago, I was driving my first car.
The others were surprised that it was not any great occasion to me.
We felt happier when we accomplished something in our Shaktimān or Bhogchakr.
To the most of non Hindus it was extraordinary.
They criticized Hindus,
Saiyadah Āmnah smiled,
“When we say ‘razī Allāhu tålā ånhā’, do they understand? When we say ‘nauzbillah’ do they understand?”
“Every religion has its own terminology based on its own particular philosophy of life and vision.”
Muħammad couldn’t say anything.
Saiyadah Āmnah, his Ammījān, smiled,
“Hindus believe that to every action of a person, there is either Shaktipāt or Shaktixaý. The amount of energy in any person at any moment is his/her Shaktimān.”
“I see, and Bhogchakr?” Muħammad smiled ironically.
One more religious nonsense.
But Hindus’ own religious nonsense is also not less entertaining.
“The Hindus believe that the entire infinite creations are made by Allah for our human beings consumption.
Every person thus, according to Hindus, has his/her own Consumption Cycle. They call it Bhogchakr in their religious language, Sanskr’t.
“We all have our own religious idiosyncrasies.”
Åbdullah Hāshmī smiled,
“Not because their so called Eīshān Vigyān, Ammī.” Muħammad retorted.
Saiyadah Āmnah chuckled,
“How do you know, my dear son?”***
My mind dove deeper into my past memories as I took my exit to the office.
I had given up my spot in the two-car garage to my Live in Relationship Partner Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s daughter, Farħānah Al Åbbās’ car.
It seemed ridiculous to have a convertible car sitting outside in the elements and my fifteen year old Chevy Silverado had seen better days.
Farħānah Al Åbbās had definitely benefited from her Ammī’s beauty.
Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam and I had gotten off to a rocky Live in Relationship, in our first few years.
From the normal “settling in” phase to various arguments, it took us many years to straighten out our problems with each other.
But after the newness wore off, our understanding for each other grew.
I had tried so hard to keep the peace with my Live in Relationship Partner; something easier said than done.
I knew when I met her that she would be hard to handle.
Musalmān women as beautiful as her don’t come around often, and I was surprised when she agreed to a first date with me.
I knew what I had.
But I also knew it would take me controlling my temper to keep her.
I tried as hard as I could to make my Live in Relationship with Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam work.
I had to.
Being a Hindu it was my duty.
Not only it, being a good human being even, I had to adjust with Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam.
I wasn’t a plaster saint, by any means.
Everyone knew it.
Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was also included in this everyone.
During our first few years of Live in Relationship, I had openly met several young Musalmān women on the internet.
There was something in the over possessive attitude of Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam that I felt somewhat imprisoned and even tortured by my new Live in Relationship.
The only distraction from that was in the safety of the anonymous interest of another Musalmān Beauty.
A Musalmān Beauty I had no ties or resentment toward.
I even met a few of the young Musalmān women in person.
Some would be only for brief talks, leading to more, but most were simply for my sexual unions.
I always let my temptations take me all the way, bravely.
I was a hyper sexual, a Parahuman.
I needed those Musalmān Beauties not only for my sexual satisfaction, but for my own survival as well.
Ordinary human beings couldn’t understand it very well.
But how could I help it?
By sacrificing my own life, my own existence?
I was not such a sucker, neither had I wanted to be, nor prepared to be, ever.
I never agreed I was wrong.
Why should have I?
I always used to have intercourse with other Musalmān Beauties other than my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam.
It’s not that I wasn’t sexually attracted to my new Live in Relationship Partner, back then.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, she was gorgeous.
Tall and sleek, she had the body of a competent Musalmān seductress.
Her breasts perked high in her tight, little tops.
I always loved the cuteness of a big-chested Musalmān Beauty.
They just always gave me a warm, sweet feeling; making me smile in satisfaction.
Her legs were something to be appreciated; long and tone, always silky smooth and tan.
She had one of those big gorgeous Musalmān asses that I would imagine a sexy heiress to the families fortune having.
Tight, round, almost giving off a conceited vibe, like it was actually saying, “I’m better for you”.
She had that nice, deep line running from the small of her back up between her shoulders and slender arms and fingers.
Her hands and feet were dainty, something I always loved about her.
Her hair was long and dark, absolute perfection and her eyes matched it in color and luster.
With full, pouty lips and a small, up-turned nose, she was constantly viewed by other people as stuck-up, vein or a bitch.
Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam had everything and I knew it.
But after our Live in Relationship, her looks became horribly skewed as I realized her communal mood swings, controlling attitude and just a general idea that I would wait on her, hand and foot, took its toll on my attraction to her.
I found myself not very anxious to have sex with her and I knew, this happening this early in a Live in Relationship was not a good thing.
Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was only two years younger than me.
I found younger Musalmān women more open to my intentions.
Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was the only exception.
I had never dated a Musalmān Beauty that made me wait for sex.
She was a virgin and intended on staying that way until Live in Relationship.
It was that easy, usually.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties I met only once, and oddly enough, they were perfectly fine with that.
One girl in particular, I met more than once.
At twenty-one years old, slightly thick, with 38DD’s that were spilling over her bra, she was definitely something I never had usually.
Petite Musalmān girls had always been my thing.
The first night I met her, we talked and laughed. something I hadn’t done in a while with Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam.
I constantly admired her excellent Musalmān breasts.
Almost like an expensive piece of chocolate I slowly peeled her tight shirt upward, my excitement building with every inch of her enormous Musalmān breasts coming into view.
My intentions were hers as well; we had discussed it beforehand.
Her bra forced the top of her Musalmān breasts out over the edge.
She smiled at my overwhelming interest as she unhooked her bra, squeezing her massive Musalmān tits together, with her arms, as she let the straps fall from her shoulders.
Slowly she pulled the cups away and relaxed her arms back to our resting position.
The result was her gorgeous round globes were swaying and knocking together like a desk novelty.
I smiled teasingly at the sight.
I took my time with something as if, a well-endowed rack.
Light touches and strong squeezes excited me more then I knew possible.
Pressing them together, letting them sway, light squeezes turned to lustful squeezings.
I could feel her chest heaving, her breathing becoming louder, stronger.
Then a thought quickly came to me.
“Would you mind if I tit-fucked you? I want to do it to you more than before,” I asked, looking up at her from between her cupped breasts.
“Sure,” Åāýéshah Muħammad panted. “It looks like you’re having a lot of fun. Who am I to deny you, plus, this feels really good!”
I rose and straddled her waist, watched her palm the sides of her breasts, pressing us tightly against each other.
The sight alone made me drip precum.
My unquestionable Hindu arousal for this curiosity, the feeling of firm, huge Musalmān breasts sucking tightly on my naked Uncut Hindu Dick, the unbelievably Musalmān softness of them pressing against my Hindu pelvis overwhelmed me.
I tit fucked Åāýéshah Muħammad for almost half an hour.
She held it into her mouth, briefly gave it an accepting look, then looked me directly in the eyes and guided it into her mouth.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Has anyone ever told you your Hindu cum is very sweetest?” Åāýéshah Muħammad teased me, swirling her tongue in her mouth; enjoying the remnants of her fresh oral sex with me.
“Actually, I’ve heard that a few times,” I smirked, still teasing her.
As she stepped out of my truck, she waved ‘Allah Ħāfiz’, ‘goodbye’ and we went our separate ways. Durgesh felt the bliss rising deep within me.
I talked to her on the phone, as well as on the internet after that, and met her on three other encounters.
One meeting I pulled up to her car, Åāýéshah Muħammad got out and climbed into my truck.
Åāýéshah Muħammad swallowed, primed my leftover Hindu cum to the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock, licked it off, zipped my pants back up, looked at me, smiled and said ‘Allah Ħāfiz’ once more.
That meeting was my favorite; to-the-point, raw, it was cut-and-dry and required no build-up.
Another time Åāýéshah Muħammad knelt down in a parking lot and sucked my excited Uncut Hindu Cock in full view of anyone deciding to park in the lot.
When Åāýéshah Muħammad could sense I was close to cumming, Åāýéshah Muħammad e held out her palm and gently massaged my Uncut Hindu Cock to orgasm.
She cupped her hand in front of the tip and let my warm, sweet Hindu juice puddle into it.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Hāshmī then rose up and began licking small quantities of it from her hand until all traces were gone.
My satisfied Uncut Hindu Cock began throbbing with each fast-paced heartbeat, as I watched her lap my most primal of Hindu fluids up like a hungry kitten.
Muħammad Abdullah turned his car onto the gravel road and drove up the hill toward the clubhouse.
The brick building was about 2 miles up the road, in a little forest of pine trees.
It could not be seen from the road.
And unless you knew it was there, you wouldn’t even know it existed.
A generous patron had donated the somewhat isolated land and building to the local Explorer troop some years ago.
Even though it had been built in the 1940’s, the Explorers had taken good care of it, and it was very nice.
The grounds were well-kept with a nicely-trimmed lawn and a picnic area.
Inside, there was a meeting room, a kitchen, a bunk room, and a full gym with weight machines, a large mat room for boxing and wrestling, and a large shower area.
The Explorers were a group of teen-aged Hindu boys who were interested in going into law enforcement or fire-fighting careers.
They worked with local agencies to learn about the job and would meet at the clubhouse on Tuesday nights to discuss what they had learned and plan events and fundraisers.
Other than that, the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club house was mainly a place for the guys to hang out and work on projects or work out in the weight room.
The leaders would come in most evenings and open the place from 6 pm to 8 pm if any of the guys wanted to work out.
But the weight room could get pretty crowded at times.
And the guys would sometimes have to wait awhile for their turn.
That was why Muħammad Abdullah had driven up there that night.
At the meeting the night before, I, one of his fellow leaders, had mentioned to him that I was going to stay late the following night and had told Muħammad Abdullah that he could come and work out if he wished.
Muħammad Abdullah’s school schedule was fairly light the following day, and he thought it would be great to be able to get in a workout without having to wait around for machines to open up.
As he neared the clubhouse, he saw that my car was parked in back, but no one else was there.
The outside light was on, as were the lights inside the gym area.
Muħammad Abdullah parked his car and walked over to the building.
It had been a warm spring day, but a cool breeze had begun to blow through the pines.
It was very quiet up there.
The only sound was the wind blowing through the trees.
Muħammad Abdullah breathed in the pine-scented air and enjoyed the moment.
It felt like he was way out in the country.
He had dressed for his workout in a t-shirt and some loose nylon running shorts.
Underneath his shorts, he was wearing a jockstrap and could feel the breeze blow up his shorts and across his butt.
He liked wearing a jock because of the way it snugly held his cut Musalmān nūnī and balls, while allowing him to feel otherwise naked underneath.
He walked into the gym and saw me sitting on the floor, stretching.
I was one of the older leaders.
I was 62 years old, 6′ 5″ tall, and weighed about 250 pounds, all solid muscle.
I constantly worked out and was very strong.
The sexiest men in entire infinite Creations and infinite time dimension too.
Muħammad Åbdullah was suggested so many times to reconsider what his system of life should be for his future life.
Not even if his Musalmān friends were terrorists themselves.
How can he fuck the women he called Ammī once?
How can he fuck the women he called Bājī once?
How can he fuck the girls he called sisters once?
How can he fuck the women he called Bhābhījān once?
Muħammad Åbdullah would prefer even to die instead.
To hell with such Sukr’ts.
Might is always right.
That’s what Hindus actually believe in.
The Bachhalyās were always immorals.
The ever immoral Bachhalyās were the first who started incest.
Moreover, they argued it moral, religious and legal too.
Ultimately Lord Parashu Rām had killed the immoral Bachhalyās consecutively for twenty one times, in twenty one Brāhm Kalp Cycles.***
I reveled in her complete raw sexual cravings, her uninhibited urges to milk my wanting Uncut Hindu Cock of every single drop of my nature.
But what was so intense to me was I had no idea who this Musalmān Beauty was, and she knew nothing of me.
“Allah, God, that tastes so good,” Åāýéshah Muħammad Hāshmī grunted.
I moaned, dazed from the delight.
Each encounter was something new and different.
A drastic change from the already staleness, sexually, I had already become accustomed to.
On our last encounter, I went to her house to see her.
She was like nothing I had ever met.
She stopped at nothing to amaze me.
She knew nothing would come of our meetings, but I felt, something inside her loved the attention.
I followed her upstairs to her bedroom, admiring the thigh high stockings and very short miniskirt that left nothing covered.
This, she knew, was one of my fetishes.
We had discussed some very, very sexy ideas and fantasies in our little chats.
She stripped away my pants along with my boxers.
“I love sitting on your Hindu lap Durgesh darling, while you fuck Åāýéshah Muħammad Hāshmī.” she winked at me as she peeled her spaghetti-strapped top up over her head, her large melons dropping and swaying from the release.
Her nipples softly slipped across my skin and then pressed against my Hindu chest.
The slushing noises of all those juices being forced in-and-out, up-and-down, back-and-forth was enough to bring me over the edge.
“Hold on Durgesh darling, I’ve got to go get something,” Åāýéshah Muħammad Hāshmī said as she rose up off me.
Cautioning my mind back in reality, I was cautious as I stared at her bare Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot release itself from me.
Strands upon strands of her natural lubrication clung to my Uncut Hindu Lund, refusing the separation.
Well, the refusal was inevitable ultimately.
It all had made its own infinite time cycle repeating itself again and again.
Musalmān Beauties had to fuck me consequently.
Even they couldn’t resist the temptation.
Their Musalmān Cunts demanded my Uncut Hindu Lund uncompromisingly.
I watched, bewildered, as clear droplets of desire splashed silently, from deep within her, against my lurching Uncut Hindu Cock.
I had rarely, seen a Musalmān Beauty so wet, even while I always fucked infinite of them actually.
Wasn’t it something special?
Certainly it was.
Her short skirt was lowering a little with every step.
Walking back into the room, Åāýéshah Muħammad Hāshmī again straddled my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.***
It all made sense now.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could feel me — feel a man nearby.
The voices and images that had bombarded her made sense now — and they had washed away her old reality.
All Jamīlah Bū Pāshā remembered was being sucked up by the blue light into the Posthuman warship, and the gas she and the other Musalmān Beauties had been subjected to….no, not gas exactly, the were tiny particles like…dust or…spores.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that now.
Finally, all of it made sense.
She had eons worth of memories; the biologically—encoded memories of a great race, an ancient race.
The body of knowledge that filled her brain overshadowed all ethical, political, or religious beliefs; her race—memory was all.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had awakened at long last from a prison of petty, weak, female morality and anxiety, and Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew what Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had to do.
Again, and again.
It was not a means to an end, reproduction was the end.
It would be beautiful; she was beautiful.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had been given a gift when the Posthumans sprayed her with their spores; Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that she did not need to age, she need not fear rejection.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had a choice of any man… she was erupting with the power of limitless seduction — no matter a man’s station, commitment or preferences — Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could have me…Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could possess the best men…but… but…she didn’t want the best man…
No, she wanted…all Hindus!
All of them!
She would spread her legs, shake her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass for any chance to copulate with a Hindu.
She laughed when Jamīlah Bū Pāshā realized that normal Musalmān Beauties would be selective for the most suitable Hindu.
What mattered was breeding!
When Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had been human; Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had wanted only to attract the right Hindu; now Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could attract any Hindu, and wanted them all!
They thought she was an Egyptian.
‘Pāshā’ was an Egyptian surname.
Well, only her Abbū was an Egyptian Årab Musalmān.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā closed her eyes, and felt a sweet sensation.
It was an aura that teased her senses like electric sugar.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could see glowing blue threads in the air,
Many of them with a common root — but with a few wild branches.
The glowing threads that waved and wandered in front of her seemed to radiate that energizing sweetness.
She grasped a tangential strand, and gained a flash of images — massive lovely Musalmān breasts, platinum blond hair, metal studs and piercings, a extremely lovely Musalmān feminine shape.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was dimly aware of her flesh flowing, bones popping, chest expanding.
And in a flash, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had become the very soul of desire!
The sweetness grew more intense, and was accompanied by a sense of invincible power.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was desirable now, a perfect match…but….for what?
For a Hindu…Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could practically smell his anti-Islamic Hindu lust.
It was not the nature of the Hindu himself, but the strength of his Hindu libido that drew her.
It made no difference what he looked like.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that Jamīlah Bū Pāshā would spread herself for any Hindu even…Hindus from other planets?
Yes…yes…their Hindu libidos captivated her, made her wet, made her pulse flutter with longing.
There was a time when Jamīlah Bū Pāshā would have rejected a Hindu based on meaningless emotional impulses!
She scoffed at the human woman she used to be, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was…. yes, a Musalmān Beauty.
She embraced the term as normal, natural.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had reached the inevitable evolution of the female Musalmān organism — absolute promiscuity.
She looked forward to impregnation — Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could give birth offspring quickly, easily, without pain or risk of injury — in her new, advanced body Jamīlah Bū Pāshā realized the process would be highly pleasurable!
And imagine, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had been afraid when the Posthumans had first captured her!
“Hindus,” she breathed.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was one of them now.
They were her people, her species.
It was human Musalmān Beauties that were Posthuman now.
Her new sisterhood ruled this planet.
And they would steal every living Hindu away from their own Musalmān Beauties.
But that had already been done.
Only a tiny handful of Hindus in the most remote places on Earth could have possibly escaped the Great Harvest.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that ships had even combed the Kalahari Desert and Amazon rainforests, to capture every possible Hindu to ejaculate into Musalmān Cunts for the Ashvinātam Empire.
But there was one left.
Durgesh must have somehow escaped.
He had a cunning, powerful mind, but his lust for fucking Musalmān Beauties nonstop was strong.
That was what drew her, the greater the Hindu’s lust, the more her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān sexual craving was fed — and Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had taken the shape of a deep—rooted desire.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was drawn to me like a magnet, from my Hindu sperm; Jamīlah Bū Pāshā would derive both pleasure and sustenance, from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh would gain a potent addiction.
She loped forward to follow the strands of desire across the stripped soil where blue moss from the Hindus Homeworld had been planted.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was not sure.
Hindus lived originally in Vyom, an immensely unapproachable Space with equally immensely unapproachable time dimension.
Their President, Durgesh, lived in still more immensely unapproachable Space, Param Vyom, the Absolute Space.
It was said that no man except Durgesh himself could stay male in Param Vyom.
He would immediately be transformed into an extremely beautiful woman, if he even enters there somehow.
What a security system.
There was a ship; it was a small shuttle made from rough, bluish—purple crystalline blocks.
Not Hindus Manufacture.
Her race memory told her that it was made by an ingenious, telepathic species smarter on average than humanity, but far less fertile.
Nonetheless, the Hindus of that race could not restrain themselves from the limitless sexual indulgence the Hindus promised — and had thus become one more planet of lesbian savages and stud—slaves.
Now, there were Hindus who had added that race’s genius and greater telepathy to the gene pool at large; making them all the more capable to conquer Trio Arabia Creations.
“Ashvinātam Intelligence is limited; Ashvinātam Lust is eternal.” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā droned, her race memory feeding her a popular Hindus maxim.
The mating instinct was a weakness shared by the smartest, strongest, toughest species — none could resist The Ashvinātam Empire.
And the leaders of this planet had been so eager to ejaculate their freedom and power into the accepting Musalmān Cunts of the First Wave agents.
This ship’s presence here was a mystery.
A mystery that Jamīlah Bū Pāshā would explore after she’d gotten a Musalmān crotch full of sweet, virile, human Hindu Semen.
A mystery that was fleeting, it seemed.
The bluish blocks began to fracture, crack and smoke.
In a few moments, it was clear that somehow, the ship was disintegrating from some reaction inside its own structure.
The blocks fragmented and faded into sandy debris, flowing downwards into a pile around the crash site.
Beneath the blocks oozed a substance that resembled molten metal that flowed in steely rivulets.
In less than a minute, evidence of the Posthuman craft had vanished, and what remained could easily resemble the melted wreckage of any human-manufactured aircraft.
And in the center, stood the Hindu.
I was wiry, of medium height for my species, not bulky, but with a hint of lean muscle.
Clean shaven, my black hair resembled a spiky crew-cut, and there was a fierce gleam of Uncut Hindu Cock—sure certainty in my smoldering eyes.
And my rod… my Hindumeat stood poised, half-erect as if ready at any moment to surge into steely rigidity.
My sausage—like Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed, seeming to beckon her forward.
Knots of desire twisted in her gut, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt began to quiver with the raw instincts that burned in her Musalmān blood.
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