Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 14

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 14

Durgesh Āmnah Azhar

Poor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī stood on the porch of the Al Madīnah Hotel, looking out over the path that the moonlight made in the waters of the Pacific Ocean.

Āmnah Azhar stood beside him.

She was almost fed up of her ever abnormal husband, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

He licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass almost always, almost never paying any attention to have normal coupling with her.

Āmnah Azhar  was dying now to have an excellent male sexual organ inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Yes, she was proud of her excellent Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass too that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī so obsessed with licking them usually.

It was a matter of immense pride for Āmnah Azhar.

No doubt.

Nevertheless, Āmnah Azhar  wasn’t an abnormal woman as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was.

She needed normal lovemaking too very much.

Alas, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never tried to understand her needs.

Āmnah Azhar, darling,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said enthusiastically, “this is something like…”

“Yes, dear.”

“We’re embarking on a perpetual, continuous, honeymoon. Do you love me, darling?”

“Of course, although your tongue serve me more than your cut Musalmān noonī.”

“Hey, you teaser. You knew it before marrying me even, didn’t you? You said you love it. Proud of it, instead.”

“Sure, but I thought you were a normal man too.”

“What do you mean? I’m a bisexual, a gay?”

“I don’t know.” Āmnah Azhar  teased her husband mischievously.

“Well,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed, “I’m still proud of having your beautiful excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass forever in my possession. I’ll die to keep them in my possession forever.”

“Thank you very much;” Āmnah Azhar  cooed diplomatically, “I’m very proud of you that you lick both of them almost always. Yet, being a normal woman I need normal sex too.”

“How about my normal sex champion Hindu stepfather, Durgesh? Would you mind to have his unique utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside your ever craving Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?”

Āmnah Azhar  laughed.

“Now, you are teasing me,”

“Allah, certainly not! Fuck the ever sexiest Hindu old boy whenever you want to. He is ever crazy to fuck used beautiful Musalmān houseladies. He feels some sort of proud in it even that he satisfies the ravenous Musalmān houseladies sexually optimum their Musalmān husbands couldn’t.”

“You’d die of shame,” Āmnah Azhar  teased Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

“Never, I’ve enjoyed you as much as I wanted to already. Now, let the Hindu damnfool satisfy himself using the remnant of us proud Musalmīn. That’s what Hindus love to enjoy. They lack the manly vigor that’s necessary to enjoy a virgin Musalmān Beauty.”

“Well, Durgesh enjoys the virgin Musalmān Beauties too in a very large number I think. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements are adamant to have Durgesh the virgin Musalmān Beauties too as many as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade could manage to.”

“Sweetheart, look at me. You keep looking out at the ocean.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī complained less and begged more.

Until now, it had been clear to him that he didn’t have anything a beautiful woman would be interested in ever.

He deliberately engaged himself in acquiring millions.

He knew his millions could attract even the most beautiful women to him.

Of course, they would never be loyal to him.

Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never needed the loyalty of beautiful women.

He knew very well that he wasn’t a normal man.

“We are the normal men,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr had always disagreed with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “yet, we are the special one.”

“How?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked sarcastically.

“We are following the order of Al Qur’an Al Karīm, ‘Fa qatulū almusharikīn’ at every cost. Even our manhood is being affected negatively. It is the last thing a man can sacrifice Fī sabīlillāh.”

“You are right,”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t damnfool enough to oppose a philosophy that enhanced his self-confidence and supremacy on the rest of the humanity.

He never bothered about its truth or fallacy.

Why the hell should he?

Āmnah Azhar  turned to him with a complacent, satisfied, indulgent, permissive smile.

“Say something,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said.

“What?”

“You know what. Say ‘I love you’.”

“Of course I love you, even more than I love Durgesh.”

“What the hell!”

“That’s the sheer truth, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” Āmnah Azhar  said bitterly, “I love you more because I know Durgesh would never lick my Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass, no matter however much he loves them. You tongue fuck them. You finger fuck them if it’s needed for your tongue to probe them. Durgesh would only kiss them. However, you can’t fuck me with your cut Musalmān noonī in my vagina and ass, as Durgesh can. I need Durgesh for it.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had, as if fallen, from seventh sky.

He was only kidding his twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife when he was talking of my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her young Musalmān Choot.

He never really meant it.

Yet, now he knew even his present twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife  was dreaming of the sixty five years old ever young Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.

She wasn’t ashamed of it that she was his stepdaughter in law.

Obviously, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot needed my Uncut Hindu Lund more than her ethics.

“You are becoming sophomoric, immature, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” Āmnah Azhar  laughed melodically.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled his rising anger.

How unashamed of her!

She had shamelessly told him that she prefers Durgesh on him, despite the fact that Durgesh was sixty-five years old while he was still young.

Yes, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never fucked her with his cut Musalmān noonī to her immense satisfaction; nevertheless, what he had provided to Āmnah Azhar was itself not less important sexually.

“Darling,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “why don’t you feel the romance? Why don’t you feel the charm of our surroundings? Here we are away from business. No one knows where we are. We are all alone, out here, standing on the brink…”

“I’m hungry,” Āmnah Azhar  broke in.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed.

“All right, I’ll feed you. Only I don’t feel that I want to share you with anyone tonight. Let’s have something served on our room.”

“Nonsense! It’s terrible down here. They don’t have the facilities for room service that they have in the bigger hotels, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Let’s go out and get a good hot steak with some shoestring potatoes and French fried onions. There’s a very nice restaurant back at the center of town. I noticed it when we came through. I’ve eaten there before.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had to surrender now.

“Very well, if you want it that way. I had hoped we could have dinner on our private balcony, looking out over the water.”

“You are only an impotent, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, not a damnfool. Impotence creates sexual incapacity only, not stupidity ever. I’ve known so many terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Musalmīn. Almost all of them were suffering from cancer, AIDS, other incurable diseases and impotence, either complete or partial, psychological at least. Yet they were not damnfools.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t digest it.

Yet, he knew it was true.

He could not contradict Āmnah Azhar  effectively.

He felt his face reddened out of immense shame, disgrace and helplessness.

“With the moisture creeping in and getting the wave out of my hair, we can enjoy our dinner on our private balcony looking out over the water?” Āmnah Azhar  ridiculed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “There’s almost a fog.”

Āmnah Azhar ’s laughter was light and all but impatient.

“Come, come, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. You are getting altogether too romantic. You aren’t thinking of me even a bit. It leaves me tremendously ravenous for your Hindu stepfather, Durgesh. You can’t provide his wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund to me here when all your kissing, licking and tongue fucking turns me crazy for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund. Let’s have a cocktail and a steak. Shall we go now?”

“Okay, just as you say, Āmnah Azhar, darling. How about your hair? Shall we put the top of the car up?”

“Stupid, no! We’ll leave it down. I like it better that way. I’ll tie a scarf around my hair.”

They descended the stairs to the lobby, crossed the lobby to the parking lot where Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had left his big convertible.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī walked around the car, held the door open for his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar , then walked all the way around the long hood to the door by the driver’s seat.

“I’m famished,” Āmnah Azhar  said, “Please hurry.”

“Yes, Āmnah Azhar , dear, we’ll be on our way.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled politely, “You’re sure you don’t want the top up?”

“Certainly not. It’s all right this way.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī started the car.

The motor purred a smooth rhythm of easy power.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī backed the car out of the parking place.

He spun it around, made a perfunctory at the edge of the highway, waited for a break in traffic, then slipped the clutch back in.

The car shot ahead like an arrow, swept into a turn and gathered speed as it headed down the highway.

They drove to the café.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī parked his car, got out and hurried around behind the car to open the door on his beautiful wife’s side.

Alas, he was incapable to enjoy her entire Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.

She was craving for a sixty-five years old Hindu, Durgesh.

Isn’t he entire thirty-eight years older than she is?

Isn’t he old enough to be her own father himself?

Yet, Durgesh never looked his own age.

He always seemed to be anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-five.

Never more than that.

Even Al Nādir Al Ghāzī himself looked older than his ever-wonderful Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, did.

Does Stavan really do this miracle as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claimed?

But they claimed something more too.

Nonsense!

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Āmnah Azhar  his hand.

She put her own hand lightly in it, jumped to the ground with a swirl of skirts.

Tires sounded a screaming protest as a motorist braked his big, heavy car to a sudden stop.

They turned around, and Āmnah Azhar  regarded with awakening interest the medium sized man sliding out from behind the steering wheel of the convertible machine with its top up and striding across toward them.

“Allah, no! It’s Durgesh, my Hindu stepfather. Damn it.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī retorted.

“That’s right!” Āmnah Azhar  laughed melodiously, “What a pleasant surprise. Isn’t it?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

It wasn’t good.

Āmnah Azhar  was ravenous for Durgesh already.

Allah, he should never have kidded her.

Has he to see now Āmnah Azhar  fucking Durgesh herself?

How the hell Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could stop it?

Once with Durgesh

All the rest is trash

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would go in trash once Āmnah Azhar  tasted Durgesh’s ever miraculous Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I went toward them gravely.

“I’ve had the devil of a time finding you, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. A twenty four hour search.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī drew up with dignity.

“Darling, you’ve already seen my stepfather, Durgesh, I think.”

Āmnah Azhar  smiled seductively.

“Hello,”

I smiled at her acknowledging her respect to me and addressed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

“I must see you alone, and at once.”

“The reason you had the devil of a time finding me, Dad,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said somewhat coldly, “is that I didn’t want to be found.”

“So I gathered.” I said more brutally, “Now if you don’t want to be told how stupid you’ve behaved in immensely important legal matters, in front of your own wife, you can excuse yourself from her for five minutes. Otherwise, I’d never mind in telling you in her very presence how stupidly you’ve spoiled everything legally. Damn you.”

“I’m not interested in business at the moment, Dad, please! Yet if you insist to say anything it can be said now and here.”

“Very well. When’s your stockholders’ meeting anyway?”

“Tomorrow at two o’clock in the afternoon. I shall be there, Dad. No doubt.”

“You have enough proxies to control that meeting?”*

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

“Allah, if Ammī rushed you here being worried about it…”

“You have enough proxies to control that meeting?” I repeated my question gravely.

“Of course I have. Allah, Dad, this is not the time to talk business. Ammī is over worried always, I say. Your car is blocking traffic however…”

“Your wife has sent out a flock of proxies in her own name. Remember her initials are also A.J.A.V.”

“His former wife,” Āmnah Azhar smiled mockingly.

“There seems to be some question about that too,” I said coldly, “Get back in your car, you smart birds. You are going to Mexico.”

“I’m going to have a dry martini and a steak,” Āmnah Azhar  said.

“We’re dining tête-à-tête,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī explained.

Āmnah Azhar  smiled,

“Oh, come, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Let your ‘Dad’ join us. He can talk while we eat.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shook his head,

“I’m in no mood to discuss business tonight.”

I said curtly,

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has sent out proxies made out in the name of A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of the Certificate of Stock number 786. She may have enough proxies to give her complete control of the meeting.”

“But she can’t.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said furiously, “I have my proxies.”

I laughed ironically,

“That were superseded by her later ones. She took good care to see that hers went out after yours had been returned. The proxies contain a clause that all prior proxies are revoked. You haven’t thought of it ever. Had you?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was crestfallen.

“Allah, no, never. She will ruin me.”

“Well, she is not going to ruin my dinner,” Āmnah Azhar  snapped.

“That’s not the end of it furthermore,” I smiled ironically, “in order to make certain that you won’t be at that stockholders’ meeting tomorrow, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has gone to the district attorney’s office and sworn to a complaint charging you with an illegal marriage. They are trying to arrest you right now. Apparently Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb…”

“Dad, lillah, please, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī interrupted, “Don’t discuss that matter now!”

“That’s why I warned you earlier to excuse yourself for five minutes in private. You declined it without much thought.”

“I’m sorry. I underestimated your decision. I thought Ammī forced you to come here because she was over worried as usual. I’ll be damned.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” I said bitterly, “you never respected me because you thought I broke your Abbū’s home. You always refused to believe it was your Ammī’s decision to live in Relationship with me, not mine. I could not throw her out for she loved me. I’ve been scouring the state for you for the last twenty-four hours. I wasn’t doing that just for fun, understand?”

Āmnah Azhar bristled.

“What’s that about the illegality of our marriage, Durgesh?”*

I looked at her gravely.

“You may as well face the fact. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you may run away from business, yet there are other things you can’t run away from. This is an issue you’re going to have to face and face fast.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” Āmnah Azhar  said coldly, “do you mean there’s any question about the validity of our marriage?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī looked uncomfortably at me.

“I’ll give the facts to you straight from the shoulder.” I said profoundly, “There’s all sorts of doubt about the validity of your marriage. In all probability, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is the only one who has any real claim to being Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s wife.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you bastard,” Āmnah Azhar  said ice coldly, “you told me that Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had divorced you.”

“I thought she had.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

“Thought!” Āmnah Azhar  exclaimed, “Why, of all the…”

“Just a minute,” I told them curtly, “Raising your voice isn’t going to help matters any, neither it is a place for recriminations. I’m going to move my car. I suggest that you follow me. I may be able to help you.”

“How?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.

“Let’s go to your hotel. You can get a bite to eat there, if you have to have it before you start for Mexico. Get your bags packed, throw them in the car and get started for the border.”

“Border?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.

“You were divorced in Mexico.” I said.

“So what?”

I grinned,

“Your Mexican divorcé may not be recognized in California, here. Your Mexican marriage would be valid only in the event that the divorcé was valid. But in Mexico, since you have a Mexican divorcé and a legal marriage thereafter, you are husband and wife.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then, Āmnah Azhar  said,

“Well, don’t stand there like a dumbbell, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Can’t you realize what us beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā is saying? Get that car backed out of the parking place. Let’s get to the hotel, get our bags and get the hell out of here, fast!”

Chapter 15

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 2

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 2

Durgesh Al Qahar Al Īmān

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī watched Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī disappear into the Masjid.
A good girl, this one, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thought, and brave for so young.
She was nineteen only, wasn’t she?
They were lucky to have her enlisted in their cause.
He wondered what she was doing in the Masjid right now.

I smiled at Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī in the Masjid.
“You are right, sir. Your stepson is actually a terrorist.” Nineteen years old, Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī, reported to me.
None could believe she was a journalist and hated terrorism very much.
“You know your Ammī and I had a close relationship.” I said gravely.
“Am I your daughter?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī asked impatiently.
Al Qahar Al Īmān smiled.
“Durgesh is incapable to father any daughter. Don’t worry.”
“Would you still let your daughter, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, marry that pig terrorist?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī asked Al Qahar Al Īmān.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār wants to cuckold him to Durgesh and herself.” Al Qahar Al Īmān smiled, “Moreover, you need a supporter and friend in the enemy’s camp.”
“I see.”
“I admire your Ammī.” I said.
“Yet you couldn’t keep her with you.” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī said bitterly, “My Ammī, Dr. Al Faraħ Al Shams, left her husband for you, and…”
“For me?” I interrupted her, “Who told you?”
Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī hesitated somewhat.
“Didn’t you both love each other?”
“We do. We still love each other, but your Ammī is fighting against Muslim terrorism. She wants to remain in the enemy’s camp.”
“Leading a life of celibacy?”
“Certainly not. She is a lot smarter than even you think of her.” I smiled, “She pretends that she is working on me to expose me.”
“To expose you?”
“Sure, she is writing a biographical book on me. She wants to blast my ever unconquerable image of a Profound Multiversalist Humanist and the ultramodern Messiah of the entire womankind.”
“And they believe her?”
“That’s where your Ammī’s skills come to play the utmost critical role. It wasn’t easy to convince them. Yet she succeeded.”
“How do you know?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī asked gravely unemotionally.
I looked at her gravely myself.
What did Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī want to say?
Did she suspect her own Ammī, Dr. Al Faraħ Al Shams, too?
Was the nineteen years old miraculously intelligent young woman doubting my so vast experience with Musalmān Womankind?
Well, why not?
Even I wasn’t all knowing, Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
Was I?
Certainly not.
Lā ilāh illillāh.
Ekam Sadviprā bahudhā vadanti.*

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s hands remained at rest on the keyboard of his HVSI laptop.
He contemplated the last sentence he had written.
There were only few educated persons among mujāhidīn.
Among mujāhidāt this number is almost zero.
Entire efforts to kill Narendr Modī have always backfired.
Now Narendr Modī is the 15th Prime Minister of India.
The more he thought of Narendr Modī, the more confirmed he was that Durgesh was himself Narendr Modī in his one more subtle body.
No one believed him.
They even laughed at him.
Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was still confident.
It was powerful enough to cap the opening section of his book, a provocative, a confrontational sentence that would surely bring a million readers excitedly into the heart of his sensational story.
Yet, perhaps, as things stood, it promised too much.
His book ‘Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan: Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā’ was still a best seller.
No one had approved it before publication.
But now it was a blockbuster in sales.
Yes, there are so many critics too.
But the more the book was criticized the more its sale was increased.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is an established writer now, perhaps even more popular than Durgesh himself now.
Durgesh has destroyed his entire career as a writer himself knowingly.
He is more devoted to his Family Movement now than he is devoted to anything else.
The moron is crazy to reestablish family everywhere.
His organization of similar morons, HVSI, is no doubt now ruling the entire creations actually.
Yet, Durgesh is only its Lifelong Chairman, nothing more.

Considering the evidences that he was providing in his book ‘Narendr Modī or Durgesh himself?’, the categorical and authoritative ring of that sentence might invite a subsequent letdown and a reaction of antagonism from his book’s next reader.
And that might be fatal.
Thoughtfully, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī weighed the possibility of modifying the last sentence, in fact the last paragraphs:
‘I would never claim that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā.
I have listed my entire arguments supporting my view in my concerned book ‘Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan: Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā’ already.
Similarly, I would never claim that Narendr Modī is really Durgesh himself in his another subtle body.
I am enlisting my entire arguments why I do think so.
Peruse them carefully, I request.
Think on them.
And then take your own decision for yourself.
Is there any solution to this dilemma fairer?’*

A year ago, Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī’s Ammī, Dr. Al Faraħ Al Shams, had been press secretary for Durgesh, the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
She had given up her job as managing editor of the HVSI Times and moved to the Mayor House.
“It is not exactly the Front Page,” Dr. Al Faraħ Al Shams said ruefully, smiling somewhat, “But I like being on television and meeting rich socialites. Now I’ve got to leave you for an hour.”
Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī pointed at her beautiful Ammī, still immensely beautiful despite her thirty eight running.
Almost entire ladies that had sex with Durgesh did never appear of their age.
Durgesh himself looked anywhere between twenty eight to thirty five, never anymore.
Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī was the most wonderful of them.
She was eighty eight years actually, twenty three years older than Durgesh even.
Yet she never appeared more than sixty.
Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan correct in her Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot vaginal rheostat theory changing lines of force with every penetration?*

Bābarah Åālamgīr was immensely pleased that ultimately she had gotten Durgesh inside her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan guided her step by step how to do it.
“Durgesh is an ever over moral damnfool.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had grimaced.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I do understand. But we need him.”
“That’s right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “He still opposes the cuckolding of terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn while they are still killing the innocent non Musalmīn, and even true Musalmīn, in the name of Islam.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr watched her mentor spellbound.
She could not forget, however:
On Nargis Sunil Dutt street, in Bājī Rāo Mastānī Nagar, facing the wall of the old city, sat a large luxurious house.
It belonged to Al Åbd Al Mustafā.
He was the father of the owner of the Al Mustafā Shipping Company.
His daughter was not only the owner of the Al Mustafā Shipping Company, she was the owner of the most of the taxicabs of the island as well.
The island was one of the utmost infamous Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Islands.
Al Åbd Al Mustafā and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr waited anxiously as Muħammad cleaned up and changed into dry clothing after his swim ashore.
Al Åbd Al Mustafā and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr both knew that the appearance of Al Muħammad on Modern Democratic Årabia meant a top level mission for Al Fataħ Al Islam.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s policy had been adamantly to cuckold almost every Musalmān to his over ardent Musalmān wife and Durgesh/her Hindu lover.
Neither Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nor her ever insistent ever persistent anti-Muslim Young lady Musalmān Brigade was ever ready to listen to anything reasonable from any Musalmān whosoever.
They had immense undisputed faith in Dr. Ålī Sina’s claim that every Musalmān was either a terrorist or a potential terrorist.
Despite Durgesh’s open disagreement with Dr. Ålī Sina in this matter, and in so many other matters too, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade never stopped to cuckold Musalmīn to themselves and Durgesh.
Modern Democratic Årabia wasn’t actually democratic only.
It was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade’s obsession too, under different rational and humane disguises.
Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi had never succeeded in disgracing Islam as much as in Modern Democratic Årabia.

Al Fataħ Al Islam was an organization devoted to the exodus of Musalmīn from Modern Democratic Årabia.
The emigrated Musalmīn thus were not being settled to any particular country.
They were just fleeing away from Modern Democratic Årabia to protect their dignity, manhood, self-respect, honor and their religion as well.
Modern Democratic Årabia too had its religion Islam mostly but constitutionally it was a secular country now, as India was.
The Musalmīn that opposed her new secular constitution were warned by Modern Democratic Årabia government to decide to obey the constitution or be punished according to the new secular penal code of Modern Democratic Årabia.
Even Durgesh refused to interfere in the internal affairs of Modern Democratic Årabia.
“It’s an internal affair of Modern Democratic Årabia. I haven’t any moral, legal or political right to comment on it.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade smiled on it, triumphantly.

Al Fataħ Al Islam was helping smuggle Musalmīn to anywhere they chose to immigrate.
However, as fast as the Modern Democratic Årabia government caught the Al Fataħ Al Islam boats trying to run the blockade the Musalmān muhājirīn, refugees actually, would be transferred to the detention camps.
Al Muħammad, in a fresh change of clothing, entered the room and nodded to Al Åbd Al Mustafā and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
Al Muħammad and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr were intimate friends for a long time.
Yet, both of them didn’t trust Al Åbd Al Mustafā blindly ever.
The risk was not the lives of the Musalmīn.
It was their cuckolding.
That was the very thing they were running away from.
They played a role of formality in front of Al Åbd Al Mustafā.
After all, Al Åbd Al Mustafā was only a sympathizer, not a member of their organization, Al Fataħ Al Islam.
Al Muħammad got right to the point.
“Headquarters has sent me here to stage a mass escape from the detention camps. The reasons are obvious to all of us. What is your opinion, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr?”*

Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr watched Al Muħammad gravely.
“She is absolutely anti-Muslim. Even her dream Hindu man, Durgesh, is against the cuckolding of anyone, but…”
“I don’t believe.” Al Muħammad said harshly.
“What?”
“Is it correct that even you are cuckold to your wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir and Durgesh?”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr smiled forlornly.
“It was the only way to survive then. Not only me, even Imām Ůmar Fārūq, Muħammad Ůsmān and Ålī Abī Tālib too have been cuckolded, not to their immensely righteous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives only, but to their entire Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful.”
“Why the hell you, all the four, didn’t opt for Hijrat already, instead?” Al Muħammad was furious.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never allowed. She called us four her Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn. Ridiculed and disgraced us tremendously.”
“And you couldn’t do anything?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was disgracing our Musalmān houseladies in front of us. We had to protect them.” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said helplessly.

Al Muħammad paced the room thoughtfully.
He had been sent to Al Riyāz months before by the secret army of Al Wahābīs.
It was a shame that Musalmīn were still fighting desperately for their own particular denomination, instead of fighting for entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too smart to be defeated.
“She is the lady Iblīs personified.” Al Åbd Al Mustafā had said, “Perhaps Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi himself has come again as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan now.”
“They call her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā herself reincarnated.”
“She has learned black magic from Durgesh.” Muħammad Ůsmān had commented.
Al Muħammad had watched them sympathetically.
The morons didn’t even know there isn’t any black magic anywhere.
Allah, how superstitious his Ummat-e-Muslimah is.
No doubt the utmost smart, utmost cunning, young Musalmān lady, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade is successfully cuckolding these damn fools to their Musalmān womankind and Durgesh.
Yazīd Malåūn had carefully watched the Musalmīn never get proper education.

Al Muħammad and dozens of the other members of Al Fataħ Al Islam smuggled themselves into the compounds of refugees without the knowledge of the forces of Modern Democratic Årabia, or so they thought.
They set up the schools, hospitals and Masājid, built sanitation facilities, and organized light industry.
Some of the refugees, however, turned back.
They were hopeless people who cared for normalcy and facilities more than their own dignity self respect and freedom.
Perhaps Durgesh was right.
Perhaps there were really some persons who are immensely under evolved that could be classified as ‘Vixu Jantavah’, ‘worms among the people’.
Despite every effort from Al Fataħ Al Islam the refugees were so afraid of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade that they refused outright to fight against them and Modern Democratic Årabia.
They still said that the former rule on Saåūdī Årab was worse than Modern Democratic Årabia.*

Was it really?
Al Muħammad couldn’t contradict it truthfully.
If even a few of the Musalmīn preferred even their cuckolding instead of choosing to live in an Islamic country, it was certainly the time to think how Islamic the so called Islamic countries were.
It reported the horrific truth.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade was absolutely correct.
Most of the present day Musalmīn were not Musalmīn actually.
They were Pseudo Musalmīn.
Their countries were not Islamic countries.
They were Pseudo Musalmīn countries too.
Al Muħammad was horrified for a moment to realize it.
Yet, he knew very well, not to surrender to the truth even if you know it.
The rest of the Pseudo Musalmīn would kill you as they were killing the non Musalmīn.
It wasn’t Islam.
It could never be.
It was really the bloody Årab Imperialism as Anwar Sheikh claimed.
Nevertheless Al Muħammad wasn’t a damn fool to sacrifice his precious life for something called truth.
He wanted to survive.
Who the hell doesn’t?

Al Åbd Al Mustafā and Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr, with the other members of Al Fataħ Al Islam, gave military training to several thousand men and women among the muhājirīn.
They used sticks as rifles and rocks as grenades for the training.
They did it, because it was the only thing they could do.
However, the continuous constant triumphs of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade on the traditional mujāhidīn, had raised a doubt in their hearts whether Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade is actually correct?
Is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt really a rheostat and a Stavak Uncut Hindu Lund is really an electro bar magnet that cuts lines of forces while penetrating a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt?
Is Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Science really true?
Nonsense.
Al Muħammad must know better.

Yet, how was it possible Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan won Modern Democratic Årabia only by fucking Durgesh?
If Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Science isn’t true, how Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade is never defeated?
How Narendr Modī won India?
There are some questions to be answered.

Musalmīn were always a military power.
They defeated Christians, Jews, and Persians.
But Hindus were never defeated fully.
Why?
If the military power was the ultimate power really as the Musalmīn still believed, why Hindus were ever unconquerable?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade claim it’s Hindus’ Vajr.
Hindus’ male genial organ that is converted into Vajr when Hindus meditate, offer Stavans.
Allah, who the hell could believe in this utter nonsense?
Even if a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman converts her Musalmān Cunt into a vaginal rheostat, why not a Musalmān penis similarly becomes an electro bar magnet?
Why an Uncut Hindu Penis is needed instead?
It’s utter nonsense.
Nothing else.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an anti-Muslim.
So is her Young lady Musalmān Brigade too.

Al Åbd Al Mustafā was only twenty two years of age.
Yet he was the commander of Al Fataħ Al Islam here.
If the Modern Democratic Årabia government had gotten wind that there were the members of Al Fataħ Al Islam inside the camps they kept quiet about it.
They were still guarding from the outside.
They didn’t have any desire to go into the hate riddled compounds.
“How many people do you want to escape?” Al Åbd Al Mustafā asked.
“Three hundred, more or less.”

Al Åbd Al Mustafā shook his head.
“We have a few tunnels dug but those lead to the sea. As you know the main problem we have is our people themselves don’t want to leave their own homes. They lack jazba-e-hijrat very much.”
“That’s right,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade call us terrorists outright, instead of mujāhidīn. Even our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are with them, not with us. Durgesh never wants to cuckold even us, even if we kill, massacre, the so called innocent persons.”
“Innocent my foot,” Al Muħammad shouted, “They have successfully replaced our pro Sunni pro Wahābī administration with their so called Modern Democratic Årabia administration. Modern Democratic Årabia doesn’t discriminate any more among Sunnis, Shiås, Aħmadīs etc. All the denominations of Islam are living in Modern Democratic Årabia now entirely legally.”
“They are imitating Hindustan.” Al Åbd Al Mustafā laughed ironically, “The Musalmān womankind now don’t have her ideal in Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Her ideal is Durgesh now.”
“They claim we are wrong.” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “Durgesh himself respects Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn, Saħābah karām razī Allāhu Tålā ånahum ajmaåīn. Durgesh himself is a Muslim. He has a Hindu father and Wahābī Musalmān mother.”
“Then why doesn’t he support us Musalmīn for our Al Jihad fil Islam fī sabīlillah?” Al Muħammad shouted.
“Instead,” Al Åbd Al Mustafā laughed sarcastically, “his Young Musalmān lady Brigade declares Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah.”
“It was not what Durgesh wanted himself.” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr explained gravely, “Durgesh is against it. It’s one of the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young lady Musalmān Brigade.”

Chapter 3
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Ved Nagar: 51

Midterm 2012

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 51

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Al Samīnah Al Qāsim

Sun sparkled from the crested tops of restless waves.
I paced the deck, enjoying fresh air and the mild sunlight through clouds.
My hands were thrust deep in the pockets of a double breasted coat.
My rubber soled shoes trod lightly along the teakwood deck.
The cold breeze tried to ruffle my ever black hair unsuccessfully.
The heavy door from the forward social hall was pushed open one inch or two.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouldered it open.
She stood there with wind whipped skirts.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stepped across the high threshold.
Both of them released the door.
The wind pushed it against the automatic door check.
I walked behind both of them.
“Ship Ahoy!” I called.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, both turned to me.
“The other side is less windy.” I smiled at both of them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded.
The cold wind was blowing the tendrils of hair across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan introduced us, “this is Durgesh, my husband, and the Hindu husband of us entire extremely striking Musalmān Beauties, if you don’t mind my bluntness.”
Naåīmah,” I admonished Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan somewhat curtly, “behave yourself, you stupid.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled at me.
“It’s alright. I never mind. Most of us extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, rather, never mind your titles related to us, actually. We think they are in fact compliments to us Musalmān Beauties instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Now, come on. You Hindu scoundrel, the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, we both are starving to death.”
I laughed,
“Let’s go, my extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.”
With an extremely attractive Musalmān Beauty on each of my Hindu male arm, I started forward along the deck.
They were playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had unzipped me and had brought it out.
With every female treatment of both the extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties my Uncut Hindu Penis was extending and growing in their fists violently.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was playing with it rather shyly somewhat, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not ashamed of it even a bit.
Rounding the bow, the wind pushed us down the sloping incline, into the lee of the deck.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim put her hair back into place, laughed, and said,
“That’s what’s known as wind blown job. I’ve been hearing a lot about you, Durgesh.”
“I’m glad.”
“Most of my extremely beautiful Musalmān women friends are already enjoying your Hindu sex kicks.”
“I’m honored.”
“They say you’re unique in love and lovemaking both.”
“Tell them my numerous thanks.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim faced me with laughing, dark eyes, full red lips, parted to reveal teeth that glinted as whitecaps in the sun.
The silk blouse, open at the neck, disclosed the sweep of her tremendously lovely Musalmān throat, the rounded curve of her firm breasts.
Durgesh darling, I saw you and my Ammī fucking and talking last night. I bet Ammī told you all about the family mystery.”*

I looked at Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Mystery?”
“Sure. Don’t try to act innocent.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a quick glance,
“What’s the family mystery, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“The disappearance of my portrait. Ammī packed my autographed picture in Abbū’s bag. She locked the bag carefully. When they unpacked, my picture was gone from the frame. Someone had inserted one of Zāherah Ħusayn instead, the Pakistani Musalmān heroine that worked in Indian movies too. I resemble her to the extent as if we both are twin sisters. Now, what do you know about that?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan glanced reproachfully at me.
“I know nothing about it. What does your Ammī think about it? If she has talked with Durgesh about it, we can…”
“That’s the point. Ammī is making it darkly mysterious. Well, don’t deprive her of her thrill. If Ammī tells you about it, act as if you didn’t know anything before Ammī told you it.”
“You are sure Durgesh and your Ammī were fucking when they were talking?”
“I watched them myself.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said curtly, “My Ammī was on her knees and our Durgesh darling was fucking her from her glorious behind. You say Durgesh is thirty four, why the hell then he is interested in my Ammī more than me?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me furiously.
“He loves big heavy female Musalmān buttocks filling his nude Hindu male lap when he fucks us, damn it.”
“She does not take it seriously.” I smiled.
“Me?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis more, to make me suffer from pain somewhat.
She raised her chin and laughed into my face.
“My parents think I never take anything seriously—life, liberty, or the pursuit of love. I’m the flippant younger generation. Hell, they never suspect it’s my act only. I’m immensely serious about everything.”
“And how about your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim? How does he take it?”*

Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly.
Despite her tremendous efforts to act as if my Uncut Hindu Penis was not the first she was playing with, her inherent shyness and enormously hidden nervousness were constantly telling me I was the ever first man in her life she was enjoying even the foreplay with.
I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan disapprovingly.
Why the hell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t understand?
Her Seven Movements had upset the normal life of almost everyone, almost entire humankind.
“Oh, Abbū takes it right in his stride.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said, “He is a Thinker, carries the Multiverse on his shoulders. Despite the fact that you are the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, Abbū thinks you are Imām Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām .”
“Nonsense!”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said innocently, “I think…”
“You don’t think, you never think.” I said coldly, “You just fix a target and conspire to achieve it.”
“My dear ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “it takes a deep thinking even to conspire.”
“Shame on you.”
“Let it be. I damn care.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, entirely unashamed of herself, “You mankind think every shame is for us womankind only. I refuse to obey your ever selfish decisions. Why the hell should we womankind obey you mankind? After all we womankind are infinitely more in numbers than you mankind are. In Democracy…”
“Oh shut up,” I said, “I’m fed up of your communal philosophies. You think every Musalmān male is a terrorist or a potential terrorist at least. But the Musalmān Beauties are neither. Every Hindu male is a born democrat, and…”
Prove me wrong.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me.*

I smiled curtly.
“As if I haven’t already every now and then.”
“Never.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said shamelessly, “You have only argued every time.”
I squeezed her buttocks.
“Sālī, ‘Ūnŧh ré ūnŧh, térī kaun sī kal sīdhī’?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s heretofore virgin mouth.
I felt embarrassed.
But to my surprise, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim kissed it lovingly, licked it and then started to suck it ravenously.
“I’ll be damned.” I murmured to myself.
“Enjoying it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim impishly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim nodded, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her mouth and said.
“My Ammī was not the first I saw Durgesh fucking.”
“Allah Allah! I never thought you were so veteran a voyeur.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“A virgin is a voyeur mostly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her step Ammī cunningly.
“Ammījān, I think you are right. I was also a veteran voyeur until I seduced Durgesh.”
Both of them laughed.
“You were telling me about your Abbū.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.*

Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled.
“Only occasionally can I get Abbū to set it down long enough to play with me.”
I squeezed her breasts.
“Sālī, that doesn’t answer my question.”
“You can’t call me Sālī, your sister in law. I’m your Ammī in law, your mother in law instead. Don’t forget Imām Muħammad Ħasan is still my husband.”
“Ex-husband.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
She laughed.
I watched her dubiously.
Was she still married to Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is guiding and patronizing her?
But how the hell could it be?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan still has four duly legal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Yes, he doesn’t touch them anymore.
I fuck all of them instead.
But they are still his wives legally.
Is Al Samīnah Al Qāsim playing some deep game with Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
If Al Samīnah Al Qāsim hasn’t divorced Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is his fifth legal duly married wife.
Does Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan know it?
Has she planned deliberately to exile Imām Muħammad Ħasan from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat to protect him from Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?
I was more vigilant now of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim both.*

Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr smiled patronizingly.
“Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was a commando. Wasn’t he?”
“What the hell do you mean?” Muħammad bin Qāsim grimaced, “Commandos can’t be murdered?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled sophisticatedly, yet patronizingly at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“I suppose,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “all this is just a conversational background, a barrage, a bombardment, of words. They are trying to get us to commit ourselves. Umm-al-Åālmīn, I’m quite certain either Umm-al-Åālmīn Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is playing some deeper game, or Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Umm-al-Åālmīn, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself has planned it. Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was her commando. It wasn’t easy to murder him.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled again.
“I’m not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Yet you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself reincarnated. Aren’t you?”
“Sure,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “nevertheless, not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Her worst critics claim Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is following her Hindu Live in relationship partner’s every step. What Durgesh Jījū has done Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī would also do action by action. You can’t win her, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.”*

Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was now on her knees.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now.
“Once a barrister always a barrister. Are you cross examining me now, my Hindu Love?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling watching my still growing Uncut Hindu Cock penetrating the glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt of Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
Despite my constant efforts to avoid them, Jet Musalmān Beauties were still constantly succeeding in winning my Uncut Hindu Penis for their ever aggressive ever feminist Musalmān Cunts.
It was necessary.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was the only solution to stop the kidnapping, smuggling and selling of Musalmān Beauties.
Only Hindu husbands/Live in relationship Partners could be trusted.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet, none of them could have the courage enough to say it openly.
Not only Musalmīn, even Durgesh was against it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to win Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both despite my opposition.
She made it a movement.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her glorious Musalmān Cunt until only its head remained inside, “what does your father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, say about it? What are your own theories incidentally?”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim shook her head.
She waited a few minutes for me to push my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt, but when she saw I was concentrating somewhere else instead of on fucking her optimum, she felt her extraordinary Musalmān beauty insulted.
“Hey, where the hell are you concentrating? Give me that back.”
“What?”
“Your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Push it back into me. Will you?”
“Oh, sorry.”
“You must be. I would never forgive you if you ever do it again. Once out, I want it into me back, immediately. Do you understand?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Does he do it with you too?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and answered my question as well, “I don’t have theories. I’m too young. Moreover, I’m a practical woman rather. I never dream of anything. I march ahead instead, and get it practically, as I’m going to do now.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim pushed her own gorgeous glorious Saåūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I love it deepest, my dear.”
Abbū Imām liked your aggressive sex?” I smiled fucking her somewhat more vigorously now.
“Never. He is too a damn fool Musalmān.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan protested disapprovingly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my dear immensely successful daughter. I’m with you, because you are running your Seven Movements, you have vowed taking Al Qur’an Al Karim in your pious hand to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. That’s what these damn fool Musalmīn need. Replace them with Hindus for ever and forget the bastards.”
“You ever communal bitches,” I said curtly, “always thinking with your ever ravenous Musalmān Cunts instead of with your brains.”
“No Musalmān bastard is here to appreciate you.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim too smiled curtly, “I know you adopt this attitude to please your Musalmān fathers in law and your Musalmān brothers in law. They don’t have any power now. They are cuckolded to you and us, their Musalmān houseladies.”
“You are helping their enemies. Have you ever thought of it?”
Qāzī jī dublé kyon? Shahar kā andéshah. Why the hell you always think of others, instead of yourself and us? Enjoy our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bodies, you stupid.”*

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“You have a telephone over there in the corner. Just ring the Ved Nagar police and ask them if a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered at an early hour this morning.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr promptly crossed over to the telephone, smiled sharply and said,
“That’s a very nice bluff you’re running. We won’t let it work however. I’m going to call you cold right now. Whenever someone makes a pass at me I call him/her then and there ineludibly.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr picked up the receiver.
“I want the police station, please,”
Then, after a moment, he said,
“Can you kindly tell me whether a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered this morning somewhere near Oceanside, Ved Nagar?… Never mind who this is. I’m simply asking a question…Well, let’s put it this way. I might be a witness in case there’s anything to it…”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr held the receiver in silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick into her teen Musalmān Cunt in the meantime, smiling smartly.
She was herself fucking me now.
I stood still there on my knees behind Amīnah Zahīr.
Entirely nude Amīnah Zahīr was herself making the back forth and again back movements ruthlessly.
When it came out to sex, Amīnah Zahīr was almost an female animal with me.
It was rare I fucked her.
Mostly Amīnah Zahīr fucked me herself.
And that even almost most savagely usually.

Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr suddenly said in the mouthpiece,
“Thank you.”
Then he slammed the receiver back into place.
He turned and faced his audience.
Then he started pacing the floor.
His eyes were half slit in thoughts.
He pushed his hands down deep in the side pockets of his double breasted coat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were watching him patiently, yet with a smirk.
Abruptly, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr turned, standing with his back to the wall.
“All right,” he said, “I’m security in charge here. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is not a nobody. She virtually owns our Kħilāfat Movement. She is one of the most important sponsors to our cause.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled contemptuously.
“Oh sure, I happen to know all of your bloody movement. What’s it? You are fighting for establishing a Triple Society, a Threesome Society actually. Musalmān wife, Hindu lover and thoroughly Cuckold Musalmān husband. Shame on you. You call it a Kħilāfat Movement? I’m surprised. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is one of your most important sponsors, not because she and the other similar sponsors are sympathetic to you. They want you cuckolded. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is running Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Movement. Your Triple Society is helping her cause. Jījū is against it because Jījū is against the humiliation of any human being whosoever the hell s/he is. Why the hell don’t you understand? Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is revenging what you Pseudo Musalmīn have done with Musalmān womankind. That’s why her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, is against her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah despite his exile from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr raised his right hand.
“I know you want to argue against our Kħilāfat Movement and even Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah as well. Imām Muħammad Ħasan has invited us to a Grand Meeting on the ‘Yacht’ of your Jījū. We have accepted the invitation. It’s not the proper place to discuss these utmost important political crises.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me helplessly.
I smiled.
“Your Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is destroying the Musalmīn completely, either under this disguise or that. She is taking advantage of each and every superstition of Pseudo Musalmīn. I’d told you, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, already.”*

Chapter 52
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Extent:16

The extent

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 16

Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn

He was still young.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb smiled to himself.
No, even Vedic Monotheist Hindus are not as ultramodern as Ǻlī Al Wahāb himself and his friends were.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks she is using Ǻlī Al Wahāb.
Well, let her.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still fucking Ǻlī Al Wahāb in his utmost feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Life is still stretched before Ǻlī Al Wahāb as a vast unchartered field, even its horizon lost in the distance.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had been in Ved Nagar for ten years now.
The time had passed expediently.
Long Live Imām Muħammad Ħasan that dreamed of Ved Nagar.
The life anywhere else would have been immense problematic.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was confident they would succeed eventually ultimately.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had faith in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Muħammad Ůsmān’s ass was not as feminine before as it was now.
The ten years that passed have brought a miraculous change in their bodies.
None believed Muħammad Åbdullah when he told them that Assalāt, Salwāt, converted even a masculine body into a superb female body.
“It’s an anti-Islamic propaganda from the anti Musalmīn.” Imām Ůmar Fārūq had said, “For more than thirteen hundred years of Ummat-e-Muslimah we Musalmīn offered Panjvaqtah Namāz, five times Assalāt, Salwāt, yet our masculine bodies were never converted into female bodies.”
“How do you know?” Ǻlī Al Wahāb smiled bitterly.
“What do you mean?” all the three, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān thundered at Ǻlī Al Wahāb simultaneously.*

Ǻlī Al Wahāb was prudent enough not to indulge in a harmful discussion with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān ever.
He knew better.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān were not basically females in their male bodies, but Ǻlī Al Wahāb was.
He never enjoyed his male duties to his wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.
He was very glad when his wife cuckolded him.
He always thought it was his actual dream life.
He loved his third position in the Triple of his wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, Durgesh and himself.
He bubbled with pride when Durgesh fucked his wife Al Fātimah Al Wahāb keeping her on his nude Hindu lap, sitting on a chair.
His wife proudly used Ǻlī Al Wahāb as her pedestal, her footrest.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb loved it.
He himself too was proud of it.
Suddenly a sound penetrated Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s consciousness.
“To hell with Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…We oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah… To hell with Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…We oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…”
It was rather soft and distant, but it brought him back to the present.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s legs involuntarily swerved and brought him over the low rise to the University Field.
It was used for ashvinātam sex calisthenics, sports and student oratory.
Despite immense oppositions and demonstrations from Pseudo Musalmīn, Muħammad Åbdullah had gradually, eventually, ultimately had cooperated with Ǻlī Al Wahāb in establishing a Triple University in Ved Nagar too.
He had ultimately managed to get the permission from the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.
In the middle of the Field was a moderate sized crowd of students.*

They were chanting enthusiastically.
On a platform was someone, Ǻlī Al Wahāb didn’t recognize.
He was someone with a loud voice and a swaying rhythm.
It wasn’t Muħammad Yazdānī however.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had never met Muħammad Yazdānī in person.
Yet, he had seen Muħammad Yazdānī on holovision a number of times here at Ved Nagar.
Ved Nagar was really a Dream City.
It had so many scientific gadgets there the rest of the utmost ultramodern cities too couldn’t afford to have.
Ved Nagar was a city of multi-millionaires at least.
There were too many billionaires, trillionaires, and zillionaires even.
The other cities didn’t have them in so many numbers.
They said Muħammad Yazdānī might destroy what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved with so nonstop tremendous efforts.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb never believed it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated.
That’s she had such a tremendous nonstop success.
An ordinary Musalmān Beauty couldn’t achieve what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated, had done.

After all, how many such accomplished Musalmān Beauties Ummat-e-Muslimah had in its entire history, entire Al Tārīkħ Al Islam?
Yet, Ǻlī Al Wahāb paid close attention to Muħammad Yazdānī whenever Muħammad Yazdānī was on holovision.
Muħammad Yazdānī was large and smiled with vicious camaraderie, vicious comradeship.
He had thick sandy hair and light blue eyes.
His father was a South African Hindu and his mother was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

This speaker was however small, if anything─ thin, wide mouthed, dark haired and loud.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb wasn’t listening to the words, though he did hear the phrase ‘power from the females to males’ and many voiced shout in response.
Fine, thought Ǻlī Al Wahāb, but just how does Muħammad Yazdānī intend to win the great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated?
Is Muħammad Yazdānī serious?*

Ǻlī Al Wahāb was at the outskirts of the crowd now.
He looked around to find out if there was someone, he knew.
He spotted Imrān Hāshmī.
He was Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s fan.
“Imrān,” Ǻlī Al Wahāb called out.
“Sir, Ǻlī Al Wahāb,” Imrān Hāshmī stared at him for a moment and recognized him with some effort.
Imrān Hāshmī had almost never seen Ǻlī Al Wahāb not being fucked in his ass by either Shankar Mahāpralayankar or Rājesh Rājpūt.
One or two times even while Ǻlī Al Wahāb was not enjoying either Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock in his ass or Rājesh Rājpūt’s, he was licking his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Houseladies’ Musalmān Cunts while Durgesh was still fucking them or had just fucked.
Imrān Hāshmī couldn’t remember, when in the recent past he had seen Ǻlī Al Wahāb alone, in this way.
He trotted over.
“Did you come to listen to this Pseudo Musalmān?”
There was immense hatred in Imrān Hāshmī’s voice for the Pseudo Musalmīn.
Despite the strict laws of never interference in other communities’ life, in Ved Nagar, the Dream City, the Muslim denominations had never stopped it altogether.
Every now and then, they were being punished by the Ved Nagar Administration, severely, for it.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb responded even more scornfully.
“Nonsense, I didn’t come here for any purpose but to find out what the noise was. Who the hell is he?”
Imrān Hāshmī smiled cheerfully, yet somewhat astringently too.
Muħammad bin Qāsim. He is speaking for Muħammad Yazdānī.”
“I hear that,” Ǻlī Al Wahāb said bitterly as he listened to the chant again.
It began each time Muħammad bin Qāsim made a telling point, apparently.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb kept asking,
“But who the hell is this Muħammad bin Qāsim? I don’t recognize his name. What department is he in?”
“Because he’s not a member of the Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā Triple University, sir. Muħammad bin Qāsim is one of Imām Muħammad Yazdānī’s mujāhidīn.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb was more furious now.
The Couple bastards were always adamant to interfere with the Triples.
Why?
Did the Triples ever interfere in the life of the Couple bastards?
Never.
The Triples were always law abiding.
That’s why even Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here at Ved Nagar, supported them in the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.
The Triples were not only gays now.
They included the Bisexuals, gays, Cuckolds and Lesbians as well.
Now even the nudists and feminists were also joining the Triples.
“He isn’t a member of the Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā University? Then who the hell has permitted him to speak here? He hasn’t any damn right to speak here without a permit. Does he have one, do you suppose, Imrān Hāshmī?”
“I wouldn’t know, sir, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, Amīrul Mominīn.”
“Well then, let’s find out.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb started into the crowd.
Imrān Hāshmī caught his sleeve.
“Don’t start anything, Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s got goons with him.”
“Goons?”
“For rough stuff, in case anyone tries anything funny.”
“That’s the main problem with these Pseudo Musalmīn bastards.”
“I beg your pardon, Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn bastards have never understood it’s not the reality of 1400 years ago anymore. The violence was effective only then. Not now any more. The humankind is living now in a far more advanced Multiverse.”
“That’s right.” Imrān Hāshmī chuckled, “But Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrzn is forgetting that’s why Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded on the bastards Pseudo Musalmīn and still succeeding.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb calmed down.
“That’s right. But it doesn’t mean we should keep them ignorant still now.”
“We can’t change them until and unless they don’t want to change themselves. We have Democracy here, ultimately, after all.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb didn’t pay any attention to what Imrān Hāshmī said.
He was too irritated.
There were seven young men more behind Muħammad bin Qāsim, the speaker.
They were spaced rather widely, legs apart, arms folded, scowling.*

Chapter 17
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Ved Nagar: 48

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 48

Durgesh Muħammad bin Qāsim
Durgesh Taufīq Fātimah

Muħammad bin Qāsim remembered that he looked at me expectantly.
We were still on the Yacht then.
I was watching the sealed envelope Muħammad bin Qāsim had given to me.
Taufīq Fātimah knows ACP Suraiyā Jamāl personally and she has mentioned to me two or three times, Jījū, that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is a dangerous antagonist.”
Taufīq Fātimah is right.” I said gravely.
Muħammad bin Qāsim watched me peculiarly.
“Jījū, am I to assume that perhaps there was some particular significance that attached to her remarks?”
Taufīq Fātimah is your wife now, Sālé Miyān; you should understand that she isn’t a fool.”
“I know. Would ACP Suraiyā Jamāl cross examine me?”
“Your father’s disappearance isn’t a normal event in Ved Nagar. Is it?”
“Certainly not. ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is already asking me searching questions. About my poisoning, I mean. Not about the mysterious disappearance of my father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”

I kept quiet for a moment only.
Then I whirled at him.
“As most of the Musalmān Beauties are nowadays, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is also against Pseudo Musalmīn very much. That’s why Abbū Imām and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has chosen ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to assist Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here.”
“The Musalmīn are suffering now on the entire globe due to the mad activities of crazy Musalmān terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn must oppose the terrorists more than they are doing now.”
“There are some Musalmīn that think the terrorists are right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim clenched his fists in frustration and helplessness.
“That’s the problem the rest of the Musalmīn have to face if they don’t oppose the terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn are now deliberately marrying their ardent Musalmān sisters and daughters to Hindus now. They think it would prove they aren’t communal at all.”
“Well?”
“Abbū married Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I was against it first, but when I listened to what Abbū had to say in the matter, I myself had to agree.”
“I see.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl put in quite a bit of time asking me why we allowed Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“She is quite inquisitive about these matters.” I smiled somewhat curtly, “As Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl does too believe in Dr. Ali Sina that every Musalmān is either terrorist or potential terrorist at least. Sorry, the more I try to explain then it isn’t correct the more they believe I am being kind to the Musalmīn on the cost of Non Musalmīn’s life and wealth.”
“Well, they are correct. I myself think sometimes that you are more lenient to Musalmīn than to the Non Musalmīn.”
I whirled at Muħammad bin Qāsim once more.
“The hell you do.”*

Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled apologetically.
“I don’t want to lie to you any more, Sorry.”
“Sālé Miyān.” I smiled, “It’s alright. Okay.”
“I was poisoned a few days ago.”
“Before your father disappeared?”
“Yes. I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning, but apparently, it wasn’t. Anyway, that’s what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl says. She wants to make a lot of trouble.”
There was a moment of silence.
Only the sound of water slipping past the sides of the yacht was audible.
Moreover, it was plainly audible.
“I see.” I said.
Taufīq Fātimah, my Hollywood Star wife, and I had dinner there. Both of us didn’t eat the same things. Taufīq Fātimah had red wine. I had white wine then. Taufīq Fātimah had prime ribs of beef cooked rare and French fried potatoes. I had fried oysters and vegetables. Only the desserts we had was the same. After half an hour of our eating, we both became ill. Taufīq Fātimah was only slightly ill while I was quite ill. I thought it a typical case of food poisoning.”
“I’m listening to.” I said.
I stood with my elbows over the rail.
I was looking down at the rippling water that curled up against the sides of the vessel, splashed over into little foam crested ripples and then fell rapidly astern.
There was silence for several seconds.
Then, Muħammad bin Qāsim said abruptly.
“I think we’re headed for the island, Jījū.”
“That’s right, Sālé Miyān.”
“I was talking about this food poisoning.”
“That’s right.”
“I requested you to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die. I’m still waiting for the answer.”
“If Taufīq Fātimah would be implicated, I promise you to protect her if she is innocent.”
“She is innocent, Jījū. She is innocent. Somebody is trying his/her best to frame her.”
“Why?”
“She is a Hollywood Star, isn’t she?”
“So what?”
“Most of us Musalmīn don’t want to give that much liberty to Musalmān Beauties ever. We are so over possessive that we are crazy to govern even the lives of the Musalmān Beauties that aren’t related to us in any manner.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I think some crazy Musalmān is behind it, not Taufīq Fātimah. He/she wants to punish me by killing me in this way and let Taufīq Fātimah to go to gas chamber for the so called murder of her husband.”
“Well?”
“I was pretty sick. I called a physician. The same physician treated Taufīq Fātimah, my wife.”
I didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim continued to say.
“I explained to the physician treating both of us that it was food poisoning, probably something that had been canned because there was a burning metallic taste in my throat.”
I still didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim again continued.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed up yesterday afternoon and told me that I had been poisoned by arsenic. I think she is after to make something of it.”
“What?”
“She asked me a lot of questions about what enemies I had and all that sort of type. Allah, I don’t want any newspaper and/or news channel notoriety of anything like that, particularly right at this time. I’m putting across several important business deals, Jījū, you already know.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed him, “How did ACP Suraiyā Jamāl think the arsenic get in the food?”
“She didn’t bother to tell me that. Instead, she wanted me to tell her that. I suggested her to go to the restaurant. If she is right about the arsenic, it might be the cook of the restaurant. Who else?”
“Anyone else poisoned?” I asked.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said that there had been no other complaints.”
I raised my eyes.
The sun was setting.
A thin moist haze seemed to be rising from the water.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan came along the deck.
She said cheerily.
“Hey, you both look rather serious. Spoiling your appetite by talking some damn business?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Certainly not, Bājī. I was telling Jījū about ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s visit yesterday afternoon. You advised me to tell Jījū everything.”
“Oh, I still think it was food poisoning. You are already all right now.”
“Fit as a fiddle.”
“Yet, somewhat pale, however.”
“That’s an elder sister’s over concern, Bājī, nothing else.”
“Nonsense. What did your Jījū say?”
“He hasn’t. He was to say something when you came.”
“Well, I’m rounding up the guests for cocktails.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled authoritatively, “Dinner will be served in about thirty minutes. Your Jījū said he wants to give the cocktails time to take hold.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim asked casually.
“Bājī, do you know whether we’re headed for some fixed direction, or are we just cruising?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her right index finger on her lips.
“I’m not talking, sorry. Sealed orders from your Jījū.”
“We’re probably going to the island.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I don’t want to be impolite to you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. But I’m living in relationship with your Jījū now for four years about. During these years I’ve learned when it pleases Durgesh that I talk and when it pleases him that I won’t.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim teased her.
“Oh, come on, Bājī. You are not an ordinary wife any more. You are Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Jacqueline Lincoln is the Everfirst Lady President of United States of America. But even Jacqueline Lincoln knows how to govern our ever indomitable Hindu husband. If we want something, we are cheerfully ready to pay for it. It’s an art to govern your husband.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
I was smiling on the efficient smartness of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was indomitable too.
Only Durgesh could govern Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln.
In addition, it was a great honor for me, I knew.
Muħammad bin Qāsim and I accompanied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down to the canopied after deck.*

The seven hundred eighty six girls caught up with Taufīq Fātimah just as she reached the strips.
Taufīq Fātimah,” one girl shouted to her.
Taufīq Fātimah didn’t recognize any of them
Nevertheless, their number, Seven hundred Eighty Six, told her their special status.
They were Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s girlies.
Taufīq Fātimah was now almost sure of it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost successful Musalmān Beauty now.
Why?
She has successfully managed to conquer not Durgesh only, despite her thirty-two years younger bubbling youth, she successfully used her live in relationship with Durgesh to establish Democracy in Saůūdī Årab too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her extremely stunning Musalmān beauty and immensely overflowing Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān youth for it.
However, it was because her parents were with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Taufīq Fātimah also wanted to do many things, but her parents are too orthodox and too conservative.
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties definitely knew who Taufīq Fātimah was, even if Taufīq Fātimah didn’t know any of them.
“We want a run,” one of the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties said, speaking loudly so that the people passing them could hear the challenge, “You can lead and pick the point.”
“Done,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled triumphantly, “You said you are Seven hundred Eighty Six in number. C-786th then, Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī localway intersection.”
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties frowned.
Does Taufīq Fātimah outexcel them in brains too?
All the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties were around twenty-eight.
So was Taufīq Fātimah.
Taufīq Fātimah leaned over and rolled up the cuffs of her pants a little.
She could shake all the Seven hundred Eighty Six before they reached the destination Taufīq Fātimah had named.
More couples, some triples too, passed and stepped on to the nearest strip.
The triples were not as efficient as the couples were.
The Pseudo Musalmīn husbands that formed the third of the Triples, were not as efficient as their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners were.
Does Bisexuality really affect the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands adversely?
Nevertheless, the Triples are not only legal here; they are surviving as well, despite futile terrorist attacks.
No terrorist attack ever succeeded here at Ved Nagar.
The Law and Order at Ved Nagar was marvelous.
The governments of almost every country now studying the management of the Law and Order at Ved Nagar, with the Ved Nagar Government‘s express permission of course.*

A dance music was being played on the canopied after deck.
Sidrah Aħmad was dancing with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners and lady friends agreed with Shankar Mahāpralayankar more than with me.
“Your vision is right but your planning to achieve it is impractical, Durgesh darling.” Sidrah Aħmad used to say, “I think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more practical.”
“Thank you, Sidrah Aħmad.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar beamed at her.
I smiled and looked at Nafīsah Salmān.
Nafīsah Salmān grimaced.
“I don’t agree with you, Sidrah Aħmad. You want to say, the terrorists cannot be controlled effectively if the noble persons too don’t resort to illegal means?”
Sidrah Aħmad has a point there, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan had looked at his wife gravely.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed.
“I never expect anything better from you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
Durgesh is a great man, no doubt.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “But he doesn’t understand Musalmān terrorists psychology at all. He thinks the Musalmīn are terrorists, criminals/criminal minded because they are Uneducated/Under Educated.”
“It’s not true?” I stopped my Uncut Hindu Penis inside Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan entirely buried there to my balls.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wrapped her strong nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis driven more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I squeezed her nude young Musalmān buttocks and kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her lips.
Dr. Ali Sina doesn’t agree with you, my dear Hindu husband.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, contracting her vaginal muscles around my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina is a better authority on Islam than myself?” I smiled benignly enjoying my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft inside her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly but he didn’t see anything himself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now Sidrah Aħmad on her knees.
He was penetrating Sidrah Aħmad now from her glorious behind.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said gravely.
Dr. Ali Sina isn’t alone, Durgesh. He has too many followers and even numerous Co-authors now.”
“What the hell you think it does mean Ħumairah?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kept licking my Uncut Hindu Cock visiting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Cunt vigorously.
“Simply that Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors can’t be ignored only by shrugging our shoulders.”
Dr. Ali Sina has challenged the followers and admirers of Islam if anyone of them proves him wrong, Dr. Ali Sina would pay him a large amount of money.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled, “Why don’t you accept his challenge, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! if you think Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors are not correct in their interpretation of Islam?”*

The dog, deftly avoiding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s kick, stood watching Muħammad bin Qāsim with lips that curled back from his fangs.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
“Come on in. Let’s go inside, sit down, and talk this thing over in a civilized fashion.”
“We may differ about our idea what the civilized fashion actually is.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled sarcastically.
Nevertheless, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smarter.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are as cuckold as I am. So, our ideas about what is civilized and what’s not can’t differ very much.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“What the hell you mean? I am not cuckold even a bit.”
“You are, my dear boy, you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly, “Most of us Musalmīn are actually cuckold to our Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners whether we are bold enough to acknowledge and accept it or not.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr contemptuously.
“You are still alive despite your immensely hateful opinion about most of us Musalmīn, because you are living here at Ved Nagar. If you lived elsewhere the Musalmān terrorists had killed you already.”
“My dear child,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly once more, “You have only heard about Musalmān terrorists, don’t you? Have you met ever anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is your Bājī. She is herself running the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband since she wasn’t even the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. She is the Brain and Power behind cuckolding most of us Musalmān husbands. What do you think? Durgesh has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Shankar Mahāpralayankar has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Hindus have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? No, never. Our own Musalmān Houseladies have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands.”
“Because you Musalmān terrorists were blaspheming Islam more than the non Musalmīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thundered at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suddenly, “Even then the impotent Musalmīn were not criticizing you blaspheming bastards. We, Musalmān Houseladies of yours, never did cuckold you enjoying it very much. We did it because we didn’t have another option whatsoever. You bastard Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn compelled us, your own Musalmān Houseladies, to cuckold you if we had to save our own Īmān.”*

Amīnah Zahīr raised her hand.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, have you come here to discuss the cuckolding of you Musalmān husbands?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed at Muħammad bin Qāsim contemptuously, scornfully.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was too indulged in discussions with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr he hadn’t even realized when Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had brought them through the first door to the left.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had led the way into the room that had been fitted up as a library cum bedroom.
It was a neat job of books and shelves.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr there on the bed.
“Kħush Āmadīd,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim, making a sweeping inclusive gesture, “Welcome.”
The party seated themselves.
“All right,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at them melodically, “now let’s hear what you folks have to say.”
“You’re getting the cart and horse all mixed up,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled courteously, “We want to hear what you have to say.”
“We have nothing to say.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled disarmingly.
“You knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“Who says so?” Amīnah Zahīr smiled charmingly.
“I say so.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled charmingly too, “Amīnah Zahīr, you knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Nevada. You were quite friendly with her. You talked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim out of getting a divorce from her husband. You told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement.”

Chapter 49
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Ved Nagar: 47

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 47

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr

Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah

The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“What for?”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“She was.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*

There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.

Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.

Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Hahahaha.”
“Shut up.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“Impotent.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*

Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*

Chapter 48
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Ved Nagar: 43

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 43

Durgesh Imām Muħammad Ħasan

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know why I am against Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Never, Abbū Imām, never.” I said with profound gravity myself, “I am vowed to establish actual Democracy everywhere because that’s what Hinduism/Ved, True Islam, Christianity, every religion originally wanted to establish, until its selfish followers hadn’t distorted it.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me somewhat fascinated.
“Yet,” I said, “I want to know who will furnish the difference of opinion this afternoon.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb sometimes requires a little more explanation than some of the others. He’s intensely practical. You know all of them personally yourself, don’t you?”
“Sure,” I smiled, “I know all of them personally myself. But their behaviour with me is not necessary to be their behaviour in the directors’ meeting of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.”
“You are right. Sorry, I forgot.”
“Never mind. I can’t afford to forget it.” I said, “Ǻlī Al Wahāb? Hardheaded?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me scrutinizing.
How shrewdest, how resourceful this Hindu son in law of him is!
What a pride!
He respects Imām Muħammad Ħasan even more than Imām Muħammad Ħasan respects himself.
He is only the Mayor of Ved Nagar ostensibly.
However, Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only.
The boundaries of Ved Nagar are actually infinite.
The whole Param Vyom, the whole Absolute Space even, comes under Ved Nagar.
However, it doesn’t come under India.
“Hardheaded?” I repeated my question.
“You might call it that.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan answered me at length.
“And who is opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb?”
“No one. No one at all.”
“But Ǻlī Al Wahāb does occasionally express himself as having what you have just referred to as a difference of opinion?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“Sure.”
“With whom does Ǻlī Al Wahāb usually differ?”
“Well, of course,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “wherever there are strong personalities there is an inescapable tendency for different viewpoints to clash.”
I nodded smiling niftily.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me watchful, vigilant.
He wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing.
Durgesh was too deep for Imām Muħammad Ħasan too.
In fact, even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan admits to Imām Muħammad Ħasan in privacy with her Abbū Imām, Durgesh is too deep for her too.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan went on,
Ůsmān bin Åffān is, in many ways, temperamentally opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb, and they are two largest stockholders after me and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”
“Who else is on the board?”
Imām Ůmar Fārūq.”
“I see.”
“My son, I want you to understand clearly before you make the deal with me that, my stock you are purchasing from me, does not represent a controlling interest in the corporation. Not by any manner of means. You have to purchase my entire stock for it that I’m not even authorized to sell even to anyone under the bylaws of the corporation.”
“Abbū Imām,” I smiled gracefully, “you’ve told me that already. Please try not to repeat what you have already told me.”
“Sorry, I felt it my duty to remind you it once more.”
“It’s alright. It’s crystal clear. You are the president but these other people too have large holdings.”
“That’s right.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled in the manner he was clearly relieved now.
“I understand. Never mind. Nevertheless, isn’t it a fact that if I vote with one of the other large blocks of stock, it does make a controlling interest?”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at me, still trying to understand what I was actually after.
“Well, yes and no.”
“What do you mean?” I asked smiling unwearyingly.
“Well, it’s rather difficult to work out a combination of that sort because the situation varies from time to time and person to person. There are essentially no differences of opinion except on minor matters. We are engaged in a constructive real estate development on Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands for Hindus and Musalmān Beauties who hate Pseudo Musalmīn and love Hindus. The problem is their relatives also come to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands with them.”
“Relatives? What the hell can they do? They don’t own any real estate there.”
“They help each other.”
“So what?”
“The Brāhmañ and Savarñā wives of Hindus hate their Musalmān co wives.”
“They are free to divorce their Hindu husbands if they can’t adjust with their Musalmān co wives, aren’t they?”
“Sure, it’s the law.”
“Then?”
“Try to understand, my son. The law and practice differ practically.”*

Chapter 44
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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Chapter 12

DurgeshZaynab bint Åāmir

DurgeshKħadījah Muħammad

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr

 Zaynab bint Åāmir turned around and knelt up.

I stood behind her and slowly began to push my huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Ohhhhhhh, My Gawd!!Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! ….it is so huge.” Zaynab bint Åāmir moaned. “Give it to me Durgesh…all of it.” She pleaded….”Yesssssss! Yessssss! I didn’t realize what I was missing all this time with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī. This is all I want from now on, a Man Size Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock. Yessssss!”

“Look at that, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. See that huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock disappear in your wife’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed. “That’s what your wife needed all along, listen to her Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, she loves it.”

Kħadījah Muħammad jerked on the leash attached to the nipple clamps and forced Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s face so it was only a floor so from Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “You like seeing and hearing Durgesh’s huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of your wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Don’t you, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr? Listen to that sound, it’s Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt sucking on that unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock of my Hindu Live in relationship partner Durgesh.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could only stare and nod as my glistening gigantic unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared again and again in his wife Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I was smiling as I buried my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Zaynab bint Åāmir and then paused and looked over at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, your wife sure has a tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. It feels so good squeezing my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock. Too bad, you’re never going to get, to have, that feeling again, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”

“Oh Gawd, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Subħān Allah! Måshā Allah!  Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr…. Durgesh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt is so much bigger than you…it’s fantastic. I’ll never be satisfied with your little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī , Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Guess your fucking days are over.” Zaynab bint Åāmir gasped as I began thrusting my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in and out again.

I kept up a steady rhythm for what seemed like forever.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr couldn’t imagine I hadn’t cum yet.

Zaynab bint Åāmir kept begging for more, and then would moan and gasp as I kept up the steady rhythm as my Massive Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock would disappear in her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Then I began really to pump my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in and out faster and faster, driving it all the way to the base…

Over and over it disappeared in and out, in and out.

Then Zaynab bint Åāmir began to gasp and moan, then she let out a piercing yell….

“ALLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….Yesssssssssssssssssssss. Fuck me Durgesh! Fuck me! …..ALLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Faster, Faster…….Oh Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I am cumming.. Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!   Don’t stop. Faster.. Faster…Yesssssssssss.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir pitched forward her mouth open gasping for air.

I collapsed onto her back……and sighed.

Then I looked over at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as Kħadījah Muħammad  pulled hard us, so I was closer as I lay on top of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s back……

Kħadījah Muħammad, Zaynab bint Åāmir  and I laughed together.

After several minutes I slowly rose.

My huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was still hard and swollen.

I walked over to where Kħadījah Muħammad had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

Kħadījah Muħammad pulled Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so he was bent over and Zaynab bint Åāmir  waved my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s face.

Kħadījah Muħammad  said.

“Here, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, lick Durgesh clean, now that you’re an experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, and show Zaynab bint Åāmir you’ll do anything for us.”

Then Zaynab bint Åāmir  pushed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s mouth and made Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suck it clean.

Kħadījah Muħammad swung the leather paddle a couple times hitting Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s tattoo to make sure he was doing a good job.

Zaynab bint Åāmir still breathing hard sat glassy eyed, staring, as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr licked and sucked my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.

“That was fantastic Durgesh!” Zaynab bint Åāmir managed to pant. “You sure were right, Kħadījah Muħammad. Durgesh  sure knows how to use that Magnificent Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock of his, and he Lasts Forever.”

I smiled and looked down at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr sucking my now semi-hard unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.

Zaynab bint Åāmir managed to laugh and said.

“You’ve been officially cuckolded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Now you belong to Zaynab bint Åāmir, Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh.”

Kħadījah Muħammad also laughed and ordered.

“Now you get to show how good you are at being a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt cleaner. I want Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to be squeaky clean, next time Durgesh fucks her. So get busy cleaning her out, and don’t miss any.”

I also participated in the game.

I had to.

To keep both of them trust me in future also, as they trusted me now.

“I think Kħadījah Muħammad would like to use you as her little fuck slut while you clean up Zaynab bint Åāmir. I’ll catch my breath before I do Kħadījah Muħammad, then I think I’ll screw Zaynab bint Åāmir few more times tonight, just so you know who the real man is here.”

Kħadījah Muħammad led Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to Zaynab bint Åāmir and pulled his head down to her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Then she reached for the strap-on dildo and cinched it on, the long 8″ rubber Uncut Hindu Cock jutting out obscenely.

She untied Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s hands and ordered Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to stop cleaning Zaynab bint Åāmir and lick the dildo.

Then she told him to start licking Zaynab bint Åāmir again.

She stepped behind him, and winked at me.

Zaynab bint Åāmir  barked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

“Get that ass up in the air, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so Kħadījah Muħammad can have a good angle.”

Kħadījah Muħammad drew her hand back and let Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr have a couple good hard slaps on his tattooed ass….

“That’s it. wiggle that cute little sissy ass for us Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Now reach around and spread those cheeks so I can see where I am putting this monster Uncut Hindu Cock.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed as a humiliated Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did exactly what he was told.

“Spread those cheeks a little wider so everyone can get a good look Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. That’s it. hold it right there. And now while you’re holding your cheeks apart wide, tell everyone how much you want me to fuck you Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman is fucking you in your so called masculine Musalmān ass. Ha ha ha.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr surrendered immediately.

He knew how to live in this rotten time for him.

“Please Mistress Kħadījah Muħammad…Please, fuck me. As a Supreme Female, a Musalmān lioness for the Hindu Lion, you have the right to fuck me whenever you want…and Zaynab bint Åāmir also has the similar rights. Please fuck me.”

“Oh that is great, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, and so true. Keep those cheeks spread wide for me.” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

Then she started slowly sliding the 8″ Uncut Hindu Cock into Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr moaned and gasped…

Kħadījah Muħammad tugged hard on his leash and nipples then giggled as she drove the Uncut Hindu Cock into Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, while pulling him back into her with his leash attached to his nipples.

“Gawd…Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! I’ve always wanted to fuck you terrorist Musalmīn’s  tight little ass, I love it. Since you can’t fuck any more, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, you can at least get fucked like a sissy should.” Zaynab bint Åāmir exclaimed as Kħadījah Muħammad  set up a rhythm and drove the huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in and out, in and out, making full even strokes.

Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed as she slid out from under Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, as he finished up cleaning her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt,

“Oh, Kħadījah Muħammad, Durgesh, I just know we are going to have a wonderful summer.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir stood up in front of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so he could watch as she let me massage her tits while she watched Kħadījah Muħammad burying the strap-on in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

“Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr will be our little cuckold for the whole summer.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr lowered his head to the floor and was moaning as Kħadījah Muħammad drove the huge rubber Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of him, repeatedly, with an ever-increasing tempo.

“Ohhhhhhh…. Yes Mistress…Yes…..!” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was panting.

Wasn’t it surprising that he was enjoying the every moment of his immense disgrace?

Was he bisexual?

Of course, he is.

After several minutes, Kħadījah Muħammad began to perspire; she gave one final thrust, causing Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to pitch forward as he collapsed on the floor.

Kħadījah Muħammad was satisfied.

Her intense hatred to Musalmīn husbands was somewhat satisfied, at least temporarily.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had been fucked good enough.

She undid the strap-on and dropped it on the floor next to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s head, addressing Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as she shook her head.

“That’s all the pleasure you’ll be getting from now on, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. So you’d better get used to it, little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. We plan on making you our little fuck slut every chance we get. And the rest of your three cuckold friends too. What do you four call yourself? Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn? Hahaha. All the four of you gays don’t even deserve to lick the feet of the Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn of Islam. You idiots, Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn? My foot you four are.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir  then suggested we all retire to the hot tub and have Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr serve them  the champagne and me the juice.

Zaynab bint Åāmir , Kħadījah Muħammad and I all chatted about what had just transpired, and we all agreed and said that Kħadījah Muħammad had put on quite the show by mounting Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr like the sissy he was.

Zaynab bint Åāmir and I, both, watched intently as we sipped our glasses.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr went out to the hot tub.

He lit the candles, removed the top and then went back in, to tell us the tub was ready.

I was busy screwing Kħadījah Muħammad, while Zaynab bint Åāmir sat recovering from my huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and was sipping wine and watching.

“Guess you will have one more hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to clean before we retire to the hot tub Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” Zaynab bint Åāmir chuckled. “Durgesh  is the greatest stud. He didn’t take but 10 minutes and he was ready to drill Kħadījah Muħammad.”

Kħadījah Muħammad was moaning and gasping as I pounded in and out of her….

Then she came with a cry.

Kħadījah Muħammad rolled over on her back and curled her finger at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, motioning him to come over and clean her up.

Zaynab bint Åāmir and I watched and gave instructions as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr crawled between Kħadījah Muħammad’s legs and began the task of cleaning up all my Hindu cum.

Zaynab bint Åāmir  took her leather strap and landed several good hard swats on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s ass to encourage him as he licked and sucked Kħadījah Muħammad’s smoothly shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, causing her to cum two more times.

After Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was finished and Zaynab bint Åāmir  approved of his work we all casually got up and told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to bring the champagne out as they needed to relax in the tub.

They made Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kneel by the tub as we chatted and talked for the next hour, discussing all the good times we would have now that Zaynab bint Åāmir  had cuckolded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

I sat between the two angry Musalmān women and would stroke their proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

I talked how I was going to fuck each of them one more time before the night was over.

They laughed at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr in his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī cage, as they commanded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to fill their champagne glasses.

“Too bad, little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr only gets to watch from now on, but that’s what being a cuckold is all about.” Zaynab bint Åāmir  laughed.

Zaynab bint Åāmir and Kħadījah Muħammad wrapped in each other’s arms, agreed, then smiled and laughed at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as he knelt naked, except for his nipple clamps, ruffled collar and high heels by the hot tub.

His eyes cast downward and his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī locked in his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī cage.

Zaynab bint Åāmir had recently inherited a rather large family fortune and become a multi-millionaire.

As a result, she was feeling extremely Independent and Powerful.

Now that she was independently wealthy, she had the urge to release Her Female Supremacy and Female Dominance side.

She especially looked forward to showing off the Power She had over her sissy submissive husband Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to Her friends and the chance to humiliate him in front of the new lovers she planned to acquire.

She had decided now was the ideal time to cuckold Her submissive husband whom She had been practicing Dominance over for sometime already, but only in the bedroom and between the two of them.

It was now time to come out of the closet, so to speak and allow herself to experience the full Power and Enjoyment of Dominating Her husband “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr” in front of their close friends, as well as take the next step and make him Her cuckold.

With the money she had inherited, she was now in full financial control of their relationship and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had no way of objecting to her most imaginative demands, or she would simply cast him aside.

She had discussed her decision with her best friend Kħadījah Muħammad and Her partner Durgesh and planned on inviting Kħadījah Muħammad’s partner Durgesh over to assist with the initial cuckolding of Her “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr”.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had not been informed nor was he aware of the arrangement between Zaynab bint Åāmir, Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh.

When I arrived, Zaynab bint Åāmir was dressed in a very sexy top, which showed off her large proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts and her nipples, clearly visible.

She invited me in and we sat in the living room.

Zaynab bint Åāmir  called out.

“Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr…come in here. I have some instructions for you!”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr entered the room, wearing his slacks and tee shirt.

I knew by her tone something was about to happen.

Zaynab bint Åāmir was in charge and knew he had better obey; he looked down nervously and said submissively.

“Yes, Mistress Zaynab bint Åāmir.”

“Good boy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” Zaynab bint Åāmir  chuckled. ” Now I’ve laid out your maid outfit, thong panties, and nipple clamps upstairs and I would like you to go get dressed and then come down and serve Durgesh and me a drink. You have 2 minutes to be back down here. Hurry up, time is ticking!”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr quickly left the room and heard me laughing.

“Zaynab bint Åāmir, you sure do have him right where you want him….guess I know who controls the check book!”

When Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr returned, he had a tray and cold drinks for us.

Zaynab bint Åāmir and I were sitting side by side….and I had my hand on Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s bare leg.

“Good little bitch.” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr entered the room. “Now come over Here, and lift your skirt, remove your thong, and turn slowly around so I can see exactly what a little sissy bitch you are.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr inched his way over to in front of us and slowly lifted his French maid skirt, took off his thong underwear and turned around, showing that he freshly shaved smooth and was wearing an Årab Musalmān nūnī  cage.

In addition, the tattoo that Zaynab bint Åāmir had ordered for him on his left butt cheek was clearly visible.

It showed a Female Supremacy symbol and below it was:

‘ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s slave “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’.

In addition, he was wearing his nipple clamps with a leash and chain attached to us.

I laughed as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr turned around.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! no wonder you want a real man to service you Zaynab bint Åāmir , my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock head wouldn’t even fit in that cage and his whole Årab Musalmān nūnī  has room to spare in it…!!”

“You’re probably right Durgesh, I can’t wait to see the size of your manhood. I am going to keep Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr in his cage now that I have received my inheritance and he only gets to cum when I allow it.” Zaynab bint Åāmir responded. ” I plan on having “CUCKOLD” tattooed beneath “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr” after tonight, so when I take him to the nude beaches of France and Spain everyone will know what he really is!”

She smiled.

Then continued.

“Now Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, I want you to remove my blouse so Durgesh can enjoy my beautiful proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts, and you can beg him to service your wife.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr crept closer, reached over and unbuttoned Zaynab bint Åāmir’s blouse.

He removed her top, exposing her naked proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts…

“Please Durgesh, will you pleasure my wife and service her this evening?”

“Those are fantastic tits Zaynab bint Åāmir .” I said as I gazed at her large nipples. “I bet little old Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr wishes I would get a chance to squeeze them. Too bad he’s going to be a cuckold and can only watch from now on while real man get to enjoy his wife.” I laughed as I reached out and squeezed one of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s ample tits.

I rolled Her hard nipple between his fingers.

“Ahh..I am going to enjoy screwing your hot wife Musalmān tonight, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”

“Here, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, I have job for the little sissy bitch, you can sit here beside your wife and lift up her tits, so I can squeeze them. Don’t try squeezing or feeling them, just lift each one up and hold it, and present it to me, and beg me to squeeze it.” I grinned at Zaynab bint Åāmir and she smiled.

I reached out, grabbed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s leash, and pulled him over to us.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr put his hands under Zaynab bint Åāmir’s tits and lifted them up presenting her large full nipples to me.

He leaned forward and licked each of them.

“Please I suck on my Mistresses proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr whimpered.

He started sucking and making loud sucking noises,

“Yeah, Zaynab bint Åāmir…I love these tits.” I exclaimed.

“I don’t believe it.” I exclaimed. “You really have him now that you have all the income, I have to hand it to you Zaynab bint Åāmir , Kħadījah Muħammad will love to come over next time and see how you’ve got him doing anything you want. I guess whoever controls, the gold makes the rules.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  kept sucking on Zaynab bint Åāmir’s nipples.

She tilted her head back and moaned softly….

“Allah…Gawd that feels good Durgesh…Ohhhhh…don’t stop squeezing , don’t stop. Just what a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady needs, a real man to make her feel good!”

“Ok Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Now, for what I came here for.” I stated as I stood up and dropped my pants.

“Get down on the floor, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” Zaynab bint Åāmir demanded. “Take his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock out of his shorts so I can see again, if it is as big as Kħadījah Muħammad says it is.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr obediently got down on his knees as Zaynab bint Åāmir  gave his nipple leash a jerk, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr reached in My shorts and pulled out my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Allah….!” Zaynab bint Åāmir exclaimed. “That has to be 5 times larger than little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s tiny peter!”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr carefully grasped hold of the huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock, amazed at its size.

He had never touched another man’s Cock before mine.

It must have been 8 inches long and 2″ in diameter when soft, so much larger than his, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  was shocked.

He could not believe he had seen it before entering two Musalmān Cunts.

“Go ahead Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Get busy and stroke it for me, and make it hard.” Zaynab bint Åāmir demanded, “Then lick it like a lollipop for me. I want it as hard as rock….not like your little jelly stick.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr started stroking My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock as I began to squeeze  Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s tits again.

The massive unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock immediately got rock hard and swelled to a good 10″ long and 1 1/2″ in diameter.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was stunned at the sheer Hindu size of it.

“Jeeeezzze….Kħadījah Muħammad was right, you’re the Original Hindu  Stallion Durgesh.” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.

“Now suck and lick it my little sissy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” Zaynab bint Åāmir continued.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr started licking it like a sucker and then sucking on it.

“I always knew my little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was gay….!” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed, “Look at him go, dressed in his little maid outfit like the sissy bitch he is. He seems to be enjoying holding a real unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir  grabbed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s leash and motioned to me to follow as She led the way up to the bedroom, pulling on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s nipple leash as he crawled behind us.

Zaynab bint Åāmir removed her skirt and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

“Lick my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt a few times to get me ready.” Zaynab bint Åāmir barked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as she jerked on his leash and he quickly crawled over to her.

He couldn’t believe it, She had shaved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt clean, She had never done that for him.

“Oh so you like my shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr? I did it just for Durgesh. He said he loves shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to fuck.” And she laughed.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr quickly began licking Her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Then she got up on her knees on the bed and I crouched behind her.

I reached around her and grasped her hanging proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

“Ok, little sissy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, now you’re going to help me cuckold you.” Zaynab bint Åāmir  laughed. “Take Durgesh’s Giant Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and help him put it in my hot little Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr obeyed.

He grasped My steel hard massive unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and placed the huge head against the lips of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s now soaked wet Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt…

“Now Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, sit there and watch as Durgesh fucks me and you become my official “CUCKOLD!”

Zaynab bint Åāmir teased.

“I want you to count Out Loud each time Durgesh’s Monstrous Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock goes in and out of my Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, that way I can be sure you are watching. Then when Durgesh  has fucked me good and filled me with his Hindu seed, you can clean me up with your tongue and then clean Durgesh’s Magnificent Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.”

“You know little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, I will need to have a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock like this at least once a week, and you’ll remain locked in your cage as my little bitch cuckold for as long as I want, because I hold the check book now!” Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr swallowed and watched as My Massive Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared slowly inch by inch into his wife’s wet Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr started counting out loud….1,

I slowly drew my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock out the full length and again slowly pushed it all the way in, stopping several times as the 10 inches slowly disappeared….

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr counted …2.

I kept up this slow non-rhythmic motion.

Zaynab bint Åāmir sighed and moaned deeply each time I buried my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in Her tight Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I had hold of Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts and would pull Her to meet me each time I slipped my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock into Her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

As it reached full 10 inches of depth, I would pause and sigh.

Making sure Zaynab bint Åāmir felt the full 10 inches of Hindu length each time.

I slowly, very slowly pull it out again pausing several times.

Finally, after Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr counted 15 I looked over at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and smiled.

Then I set up a steady but slow rhythm….

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr counted as I watched My huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock disappear each time….15,…16….17…all the way up to…… …60 the same steady rhythm.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was amazed at the staying power of mine.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr usually could only last at the most 10 rapid thrusts and then he came…sometimes, other times he didn’t even cum.

Then finally at 60 I increased the rhythm dramatically, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr counted faster and faster ….61.62.63.64..up to…..80.

Zaynab bint Åāmir  was gasping and moaning like Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had never heard before.

I was panting heavily now.

Zaynab bint Åāmir gasped:

“More Durgesh…More…faster…Fuck Me, Fuck Me…Oh Yesssssssss I need all of it!”

At 80 Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could tell that an animalistic power had taken over both Zaynab bint Åāmir and me.

There was no way they could control us now.

My motion and Zaynab bint Åāmir ‘s breathing increased to a fantastic speed that Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could barely keep up with the counting out loud as fast as he could…..81…85…90…95….

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

1289?

No!

5678?

No!

10789?

Then it happened, one final thrust as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr cried out loud 11108.

I buried my huge slick unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock to the full final depth and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could see My butt muscles contract involuntarily over and over and over as I expelled my Hindu  seed into Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s wife, Mistress Zaynab bint Åāmir .

Zaynab bint Åāmir let out a scream as she came, and I gasped as I collapsed on top of her back.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr sat there with his mouth open staring at the scene he had just been made to witness, his little Årab Musalmān nūnī  swollen in his cage.

Finally, after several minutes, I rolled off Zaynab bint Åāmir.

She turned over and spread her legs.

She looked Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr in the eyes and said.

“Now it is time for you to do your Cuckold duties. Crawl over here and lick me clean, then clean up Durgesh’s Magical Magnificent Manhood!”

We both laughed.

Zaynab bint Åāmir spat at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

She put her feet on the back of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, using him as her footrest.

He submitted to all his fours immediately.

She smiled triumphantly, resting her feet on her Musalmān husband’s back, leisurely.

“Then I want you to crawl out of here and get us both a glass of Champagne and juice, so I can celebrate having you, a new Cuckold. Don’t worry. All of us Musalmān wives have vowed now, at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, both, to cuckold our terrorist and even potential terrorist Musalmān husbands. Soon you all the animals will be cuckolded without any exception at all. You won’t stop your terrorism? Okay. No problem. We, all the members of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, will cuckold you forever. Do your duties. Then you can sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed tonight.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, humiliated, did as he was instructed.

When he was curled up by the bed and he could hear Zaynab bint Åāmir and me whispering, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  was surprised at his feelings.

…he felt a huge sense of humiliation knowing he had just been cuckolded, watched as his wife was fucked by me, and that there would be many more times he would be forced to endure the humiliation.

However, He also felt a sense of Happiness knowing his ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had been pleasured as he could never do, and that She was satisfied and content.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr also felt a sense of Pride knowing he had performed as She had ordered and demanded as Her submissive and now cuckold, and he had a Safe Feeling of belonging to Her.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had just became……ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s Cuckold.

Post Script.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had truly become ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s cuckold.

With Her now acquired wealth of a multi-millionaire, she was able to travel as often as She wanted to France, Her main passion besides sex, taking Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as Her submissive to attend Her needs.

Either she entertained me, and sometime women, while traveling or at home at least once a week, with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr performing as her cuckold each time.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was very content and drew great pleasure seeing that his Mistress was getting the sexual pleasure that she deserved as he obeyed and did his duties as her submissive cuckold.

Occasionally, only just once every month or two, Zaynab bint Åāmir would allow an evening where just she and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr would play.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  was allowed to be her submissive slave.

She would dress-up as a Dominatrix and paddle or crop him, and allow him to pleasure Her with his mouth.

She might us a strap-on on him.

She never released him from his cage.

She watched and pulled on his nipple leash and teased him about how useless his Årab Musalmān nūnī was.

Each time I was finished, I would then pleasure her again.

Of course, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr still cleaning Her with his tongue, then She would immediately lock him up to become Her Cuckold, knowing She would get me again to pleasure Her as She deserved, and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  would again serve as:

The Heiress’s Cuckold Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

Chapter 13

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15

20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16

21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17

22. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–18

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

53. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

54. Making love and understanding everything

55. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

60. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

65. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

72. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

73. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

74. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

75. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

98.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2

177. The Extent: 3

178. The Extent: 4

179. The Extent: 5

180. The Extent: 6

181. The Extent: 7

182. The Extent: 8

183. The Extent: 9

184. The Extent: 10

185. The Extent : 11

186. The Extent : 12

187. The Extent : 13

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:3

30. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:4

31. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:5

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 26| Mantr 2

21. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

26. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

28. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18

37. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr2

38. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

39. Saamved: Mantr 1

40. Sāmved: Mantr 115

41. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

42. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

43. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

44. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

45.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

48. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

50. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

51. Atharv Ved: Kaand 4| Sookt 13| Mantr 1

52. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

53. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22

54.  Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

55.Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25



The Extent:11

The extent

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

The gravity of the Problem

Durgesh Zaynab bint Åāmir

Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr

Ålī Al Wahāb looked at the big trio.

He was no doubt, more resourceful than the rest of them.

Yet the tragedy was he was similarly handicapped as Ħazrat Ålī ibn Abī Tālibrzu found himself after Ħuzūrs.

“What a plan!”Imām Ůmar Fārūq clinched his fist, “They deliberately did it.”

“That’s obvious, Ůmar.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly, “If we can’t crack the ever dirtiest conspiracy of our own horniest Musalmān Beauties, we have to lose everything forever.”

“They have brains.”

“So what? We are also not damnfools.”

“First, they cuckolded us on this or that pretext. And now they are claiming we should be dethroned because we are cuckolded.”Ůsmān bin Åffān smiled curtly.

“It was all preplanned.”Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.

“Of course it was.”Ůsmān bin Åffān was still curt.

“Can they really do it?”Ålī Al Wahāb asked in sheer despair.

“You are cleaning your wife’s shit from Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis, sucking it after Durgesh fucks your wife in her excellent gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass. Aren’t you?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr shouted almost.

“What else can I do?”Ålī Al Wahāb also shouted in desperation, “What else can you do yourself if Ħazrat Zaynab bint Åāmir  Umm Rumanrza does the same thing to you?”

It was Zaynab bint Åāmir actually.

Ålī Al Wahāb called her Ħazrat Zaynab bint Åāmir  Umm Rumanrza sarcastically.

All the four Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn knew it.

“And how do I know you are not cleaning Ħazrat Zaynab bint Åāmir  Umm Rumanrza’s shit from Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund already?”

“What?”Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr jumped.

Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Ůsmān bin Åffān looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr in absolute horror.

“Are you crazy?”Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr roared, “All of you?”

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had not been back to Makkah Mukarramah for over 8 months and she was anxious to spend some time with her best girlfriend Kħadījah Muħammad and her significant other Durgesh.

Zaynab bint Åāmir was sure that I had a crush on her and was anxious to take things a little farther if Kħadījah Muħammad approved and Zaynab bint Åāmir also made the opportunity occur.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had been training her submissive hubby, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, and was looking forward to showing his talents and training off to her special friends Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh.

She had been conditioning him to accept the fact that she was going to cuckold him this next summer and knew that Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh were just the ones to share in his cuckolding!

Yes, Durgesh doesn’t like to cuckold anyone.

Not even the terrorist or at least potential terrorist Musalmīn.

But what difference does it make?

Till Kħadījah Muħammad holds Durgesh’s ever ravenous Uncut Hindu Penis, none of her extraordinary beautiful Musalmān girlfriend has to worry ever.

Durgesh is obsessed with fucking extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.

And Kħadījah Muħammad always enjoyed letting her horny Musalmān girlfriends fuck Durgesh.

She never understood however why the most of the Musalmān Beauties were so horniest.

Is there anything in the senseless claims of Brāhmañ and Jain ladies that the Musalmān Beauties take onions and non-veg?

Therefore, the heat of their Musalmān bodies was converted into sexual cravings.

Musalmīn had seldom regards for sexual competency.

They were incompetent, consequently, to meet the sexual requirements of the Musalmān Beauties.

“Nonsense.” Kħadījah Muħammad had laughed, “The bitches are jealous of us Musalmān Beauties. We take their best men for us. They are left with the worst of Hindus. The ever coldest bitches of entire human history. Never competent to meet  the sexual requirements of ever sexiest men of entire human history , the Hindus.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir winked at Kħadījah Muħammad.

Hindu men Musalmān Beauties,

Made for each other, peruse our treaties.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed and slapped Zaynab bint Åāmir on her back.

Last summer ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had shared the hot tub one evening with Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh and made Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr go to bed early.

She had told Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh that he really didn’t want to join them, when in reality, she had ordered him to the bedroom.

She had wanted to spend some time alone with Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh and judge if they both were comfortable in the hot tub with her.

She also wanted to impress on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr that if she wanted, she could be with Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh naked, and he had to accept it, so the next time he would be more submissive and anxious to join in, by being allowed to serve them.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had enjoyed the little evening and knew I was taken with her large breasts, though Kħadījah Muħammad had also not small.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had noticed that I kept glancing several times at her breasts as we sat in the hot tub.

Kħadījah Muħammad had bragged on several occasions to ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR that I was Very Well Endowed, and was an Excellent Cocks-Man!

The Everbest actually.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had decided after getting some partial glimpses of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock, while in the hot tub, that I would be the perfect one to cuckold her little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr with.

She hated her ever submissive, ever nice, ever obedient Årab Musalmān husband, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

The idiot lacked masculinity immensely.

She felt as if she didn’t have a husband at all.

She had a sister in masculine masquerade.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had called Kħadījah Muħammad before going back to Makkah Mukarramah and invited Kħadījah Muħammad and me over, for the first weekend we were back home, to have a light dinner, some wine and enjoy the hot tub.

I didn’t take wine.

I was obsessed with only one intoxication, extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.

She told Kħadījah Muħammad that since she was her very very special friend, she wanted to share something personal.

She shared that Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  just wasn’t able to satisfy her sexual needs any more, that his Årab Musalmān nūnī  was just too small.

He couldn’t keep it up long enough, and she was looking for some additional fulfillment and excitement.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR then explained to Kħadījah Muħammad that she would have Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr serve them when they came over for hot tubing, as Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  was now only a kept man, for all practical purposes.

What with Zaynab bint Åāmir’s inheritance!

She controlled the income and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr would do whatever she demanded.

He loved her so much.

He was such a nice man.

Zaynab bint Åāmir gritted her teeth.

Everyone praised her sissy husband.

Kambakħt.

Lånat ålayhi.

He never tried to contradict her, even whatever nonsense she iterated ever.

Even when she ridiculed him among her girlfriends, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr tolerated it always smiling, even laughing sometimes.

Zaynab bint Åāmir had the firm opinion, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  lacked any masculine pride, even self pride, whatsoever.

She confided in Kħadījah Muħammad that she had been training Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr for quite some time and would like to demonstrate to her his total submissiveness and obedience to whatever Zaynab bint Åāmir  wished.

Just as Zaynab bint Åāmir hoped Kħadījah Muħammad was very receptive, and said she had always known Zaynab bint Åāmir was dominate and controlled Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

Kħadījah Muħammad said she and I would be delighted to come over and see how well Zaynab bint Åāmir had been able to train “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr”.

Kħadījah Muħammad was very interested and then Zaynab bint Åāmir suggested that perhaps Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh might be interested in a little experiment that she wanted to try.

Zaynab bint Åāmir reminded Kħadījah Muħammad that she had bragged on my unique sexual prowess, skill and the miraculous ever optimum size of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock .

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed and said she hadn’t exaggerated, that my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was Huge and I knew how to use it really.

Then, she surprised Zaynab bint Åāmir.

She said that she and I had discussed Zaynab bint Åāmir  on several occasions over the summer and that She and I had agreed that if Zaynab bint Åāmir  was open to the idea that both Kħadījah Muħammad and I would like me to show her what a “real man” could do to satisfy her.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR couldn’t have been happier.

She then shared her idea of having Kħadījah Muħammad and me assist in using Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as our submissive as well as Zaynab bint Åāmir’s, and helping her with cuckolding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr when we came over for the hot tub evening.

Kħadījah Muħammad gladly accepted and said she and I would be delighted and would be looking forward in assisting, in cuckolding, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

Kħadījah Muħammad herself hated Musalmān husbands very much.

She was an ardent believer in Wafa Sultan’s and Dr. Ali Sina’s conclusions that every Musalmān is either a terrorist or a potential terrorist whether he is aware of it or not.

So, if he is not humiliated ever, he even won’t behave human.

To make a Musalmān behave normal, it was utmost necessary to humiliate him optimum.

I never agreed with Kħadījah Muħammad in the matter.

Even my highly sophisticated wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, and her elder brother, Saiyad Aħmad Muħammad Ålī , differed with me immensely.

My ever best friend Muħammad Åbdullah also.

They all believed in Wafa Sultan and Dr. Ali Sina more, than in me.

Kħadījah Muħammad said I had always admired Zaynab bint Åāmir and did indeed have a crush on her, and that cuckolding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and making him watch while Durgesh fucked Zaynab bint Åāmir would be just the thing to get the summer started in a good direction.

Zaynab bint Åāmir called Kħadījah Muħammad the first thing when she got in the Makkah Mukarramah house on Tuesday and confirmed with her that they were home and that Kħadījah Muħammad and I were invited over that Friday.

Friday afternoon ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr clean the hot tub and chill several bottles of wine and one of champagne.

She prepared a special light dinner, salad and soup.

Kħadījah Muħammad and I were scheduled to arrive about 7:30pm.

At 7:00pm, ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr put on his maid’s outfit that she had laid out.

It consisted of black thong panties, very short maid skirt and frontless top, apron, gloves, and frilly collar, as well as heels.

Of course, ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR always made Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr wear his plastic cut Musalmān nūnī cage so he couldn’t masturbate and it made him aware he was ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s sissy slut.

Sissy Slave?

Well, it was the fact.

The tragedy was that Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr enjoyed it himself even more than Zaynab bint Åāmir.

He was so extremely over aggressive elsewhere that to compensate it, he had to be exactly opposite to what he was elsewhere.

The original Islam had its own equilibrium.

Alas, the Ummat-e-Muslimah lost it in Counter Revolution, in Karbala.

Neither Amir Muåāwiyah nor Yazīd malåūn had the prudence enough to adjust in their Pseudo Islam for it, optimum.

Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?

Innallāh yuħibbul muttaqīn.

She felt that having him dressed, when we arrived, would set the tone for the evening and insure us that Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was indeed our submissive, as well as hers, for the night.

It would humiliate him right off and make sure Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  knew his place for the night.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr get the snacks laid out and open a bottle of red wine so it could breathe.

When the doorbell rang at 7:30, ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to go to the kitchen and wait to be called.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR answered the door, gave Kħadījah Muħammad a big hug and kiss on the lips, and then turned to me and did the same.

Kiss on my Hindu lips!

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

I immediately hardened.

And it was not possible that Zaynab bint Åāmir didn’t feel it on her very Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Immensely pleased feeling my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock on the opening of her ravenous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Zaynab bint Åāmir  told us to come in.

She was awfully  happy to see us after being gone so long.

She had us sit down in the living room and then called Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr that he could bring in the wine and snacks for everyone.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr entered carrying a tray with the glasses on it all dressed in his maid outfit.

Kħadījah Muħammad said.

“My my, and who is this, Zaynab bint Åāmir? I didn’t know you had a new maid.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed and said.

“Oh Kħadījah Muħammad, you’re so funny. This is Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. He is now my new sissy….”Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr”. He will be serving us this evening, making sure we have just what we want, and attending to our every demand. I have had to turn Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr into my submissive because he just can’t satisfy me anymore.”

Then she ordered him,

“Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, turn around, lift your skirt and show Kħadījah Muħammad and Durgesh your tattoo.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was furious but he turned around and lifted his skirt.

He showed us his tattoo that had a Female Supremacy Symbol and said ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR’s sissy slave “Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr” underneath it.

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed and sipped her wine.

“My my, he makes a perfect sissy, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”

Kħadījah Muħammad was never happier than when she watched any Musalmān terrorist, or potential terrorist at least, being humiliated.

Even my highly sophisticated wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, and her elder brother, Saiyad Aħmad Muħammad Ålī , also enjoyed such occasions immensely.

My ever best friend Muħammad Åbdullah also.

They all believed in Wafa Sultan and Dr. Ali Sina more than in me, even to such extent.

I raised my glass of juice and proposed a toast.

“Here’s to a great summer for Kħadījah Muħammad and Me with Zaynab bint Åāmir and her sub Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. It should be a summer to remember.”

I had sympathy with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr but even I could not help him.

I had to help his Extremely Beautiful Musalmān Houseladies first.

Kħadījah Muħammad was a One Man Woman but I was not sure similarly about Zaynab bint Åāmir.

What if she went ruthless to the extent to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr that his Extremely Beautiful Musalmān Houseladies should go to polyandry?

I had to save their sanctity first.

Bringing Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to his natural masculinity came after.

I inched over to Zaynab bint Åāmir, reached out and ran my hand over her proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breast, causing her nipples to turn hard and show through her flimsy blouse.

“I can’t wait until later and I get to sample little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s wife.” I laughed and pinched her hard nipple. “Bet you’ll love seeing a real man satisfy your wife, Uh Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr?”

“Well, answer Durgesh, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr!” Zaynab bint Åāmir barked.

And Kħadījah Muħammad laughed as she watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr turn red.

“Oh look, his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī   is trying to get hard in his cage. Too bad for us both that he can’t get a real hard-on.” Zaynab bint Åāmir said as she pulled his panties down and looked at his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī in its plastic cage.

“Yes Sir. That will be a pleasure, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt Sir. ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR deserves a real; man sized, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr stammered and looked down at the ground.

Allah!

He was really enjoying his own humiliation.

Was he crazy?

“Go make sure, dinner is ready, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and then come back and sit on the floor while Kħadījah Muħammad, Durgesh and I catch up on the last few months. You can freshen up our drinks before you sit down. Oh yes, bring down the strap-on dildo, leather paddle, leash and your nipple clamps, I want to put on the nipple clamps after dinner to make sure you behave when Durgesh gets around to pleasuring me with his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir  snickered and winked at Kħadījah Muħammad and me.

I was feeling awkward.

They were humiliating a very nice but equally impractical man.

He was not responsible for every terrorism the so-called Musalmīn were executing everywhere.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had gone to the another and exactly opposite extent, the terrorist Musalmīn had gone to.

The terrorist Musalmīn were killing innocents.

And the Musalmīn like Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr were behaving impractically, losing everything they had.

Even their wives, self respect and family.

I could explain it to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

But it was not the proper time for it.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr clip clopped out of the room in his heels and checked the dinner etc.

He got his nipple clamps, leash and strap-on and returned to the room and delivered them to ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR.

After a little bit, we retired to the dinner room and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr served us dinner.

We laughed and had a good time, mostly ignoring Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr but occasionally Kħadījah Muħammad or Zaynab bint Åāmir would slap him on his bottom and comment on what a good job he was doing.

They had enjoyed several bottles of wine during dinner.

After dinner, Zaynab bint Åāmir had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr stand before us at the table and she told him that tonight he was going to be cuckolded by her, with me.

To make sure Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  behaved, Zaynab bint Åāmir  would put his nipple clamps on, tie his hands behind his back, and that Kħadījah Muħammad would be in charge of his leash attached to his nipple clamps.

She snapped each clamp on his hard nipples, tied his hands tightly behind his back, and handed the leash to Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Go ahead and see how you can control him Kħadījah Muħammad.” Zaynab bint Åāmir said.

“Kħadījah!” I warned Kħadījah Muħammad.

Highly sophisticated Kħadījah Muħammad laughed harshly as if she was not a PhD, not a sophisticated educated woman at all.

Her immense hatred for Musalmān Husbands had taken over her otherwise ever humane, better instincts, temporarily if not permanently.

Kħadījah Muħammad tugged on the leash as she got up from the table and walked to the front room.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was forced to follow her as she led him around the table.

Then Kħadījah Muħammad commanded.

“Down Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.” and she jerked the leash down toward the floor.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr fell to his knees and Kħadījah Muħammad patted his head.

“Good boy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr”. She laughed, putting her feet on his head.

Zaynab bint Åāmir joined Kħadījah Muħammad.

She also put her feet on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s head.

“Be my horse, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”Zaynab bint Åāmir said harshly, “Let your mistress ride on your back.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr obeyed immediately.

On all his fours, he invited his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to ride on his back.

Zaynab bint Åāmir winked at Kħadījah Muħammad and obliged his husband, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed and kicked on the buttocks of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr with her feet,

“Horse, take your mistress to the garden.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr obeyed Kħadījah Muħammad.

On all his fours, he took his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir, on his back, to the garden.

We followed the couple.

Zaynab bint Åāmir, there, pulled him up and then led him around the table, a few times making him stop and pose, for Zaynab bint Åāmir and me.

“I think this will do the trick if he tries to get out of hand.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir  suggested that Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr should get undressed for the rest of the evening and serve us naked.

Kħadījah Muħammad hesitated somewhat but   agreed ultimately after some discussion.

They had Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr remove all his maid clothes, leaving him with only his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī cage on, his ruffled collar and his high heels.

“Oh my.” Kħadījah Muħammad said. “You have him shaved so nicely, Zaynab bint Åāmir. I just love it. He looks so sissy like with all his hair shaved off his chest and his little tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī and balls. Isn’t he just the sweetest little sub, you have ever seen, Durgesh?”

“Well, he sure isn’t very sturdily all shaved but he does make a cute sissy boy.” I joked.

I had to show I was enjoying the humiliation of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

It was not now abnormal at all.

Almost every second or third Musalmān wife was humiliating her Musalmān Husband similarly now everywhere, even in Islamic countries.

It was normal now.

Zaynab bint Åāmir  led Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr into the living room, and left him standing in the middle of the room as we all sat down.

“You know what we forgot; Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr hasn’t had anything to eat. I think we should get him some leftover scraps so he isn’t hungry.” Kħadījah Muħammad got up and retrieved a plate with some bread scraps.

She put it on the floor in the middle of the living room.

“You know I think Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr should pretend he’s a dog and eat our leftovers like a dog would.” Zaynab bint Åāmir  laughed.

She jerked his leash and ordered him to get on his hands and knees.

She stood by his side and kept hold of his nipple leash.

“Does he know how to bark for his dinner, Zaynab bint Åāmir?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked smiling.

“I am sure he can.” Zaynab bint Åāmir replied.

Then she commanded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

“Wiggle your little butt and bark like a dog, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. And you can have some scraps.”

Feeling humiliated, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr looked up.

Zaynab bint Åāmir  gave his leash a jerk, and then he barked.

“Woof…Woof…Woof. Woof.” As he wiggled his ass back and forth.

“Good boy Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr! You make a wonderful little pet dog.” Zaynab bint Åāmir  said and patted him on his head. “You may eat your scraps like a good dog.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr put his face in the plate and gobbled up the scraps of bread.

“Woof…Woof.” He barked when he had finished them all.

Kħadījah Muħammad and Zaynab bint Åāmir were laughing so hard Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr  started to cry.

Even it didn’t satisfy Zaynab bint Åāmir and Kħadījah Muħammad.

“That’s really funny. He makes a great puppy dog.” I laughed. “Next time we come over instead of being our French Maid, we’ll have Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr be our pet dog for a whole evening, we can get some long ears for him and maybe a butt-plug tail, then we can teach him tricks and punish him if he doesn’t obey.”

“Allah..I love that idea too, but……..” sighed Zaynab bint Åāmir, “I think I am getting pretty horny, how about it Durgesh, you ready to give this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady a great Hindu ride?”

“I am always ready honey.” I smiled and walked over to Zaynab bint Åāmir.

I opened her blouse, exposing her naked proud erect Wahābī Musalmān breasts, leaned down and kissed one of her hard nipples.

“Too bad, little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr will just have to watch tonight, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife sure has a fine set of tits Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. Guess you don’t get to touch them anymore. now you’ll be a cuckold.” I laughed. “I think I’ll fuck her doggie style the first time tonight, and then you can clean us up before I take on Kħadījah Muħammad.”

“My Durgesh is good for 4 or 5 times a night Zaynab bint Åāmir, even that is nonstop for weeks. so get ready for a real fun filled night.” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed as she pulled Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr over to a chair. “Why don’t you just mount her right here in the living room on the floor Durgesh, that way Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr will get a real good view?” Kħadījah Muħammad snickered.

ZAYNAB BINT ÅĀMIR knelt on the floor and I stepped out of my pants.

Zaynab bint Åāmir pulled down my underwear.

There was gasp from Zaynab bint Åāmir as she saw how huge my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was.

“My Gawd!!Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! !!Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! “Zaynab bint Åāmir exclaimed. “That is the biggest unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock I have ever seen, it must be 3 or 4 times as large as little Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s. I can’t believe it, I am really going to enjoy this.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir grabbed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and began to stroke it as it swelled and grew hard.

“Geeeeze Kħadījah Muħammad, it is as hard as a steel rod.” Zaynab bint Åāmir giggled. “Look Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, this is what a real unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock looks like.”

And Zaynab bint Åāmir waved it back and forth, then quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes.

Kħadījah Muħammad did likewise and held Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so he could have a good view of Zaynab bint Åāmir and me.

Zaynab bint Åāmir  paraded in front of Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr so he could get a good view of her.

Her nice big firm tits jutted upward, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  was shaved smooth.

She laughed and taunted Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

“Too bad, you don’t get to sample any of this.” She said as she ran her hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and up to her tits, playing with her nipples and pulling on us. “But I am afraid I only let big unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cocks like Durgesh from now on. They bliss me.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed and asked.

“Have you taught your sissy slut to suck unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock yet, Zaynab bint Åāmir?”

“Well, I’ve had him sucking my strap-on and he seems to do a pretty good job, but he’s never had a Real Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.” Zaynab bint Åāmir answered.

Kħadījah Muħammad jerked on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s leash and dragged him over to me.

“We’ll just see how well you’ve trained him then. Give My Hindu lover’s huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock a nice kiss, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr. And tell me what you want him to do with it.” Zaynab bint Åāmir  pulled on Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s nipples and forced his head down so he could kiss the head of my gigantic unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.

Zaynab bint Åāmir and Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr hesitantly leaned forward and carefully kissed the head of my massive unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Go ahead Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr; show us how you can suck Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock for us.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr could barely get the head of my huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in his mouth, and then he began to slurp and sucked on it.

“How’s he doing, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties ?” Zaynab bint Åāmir  asked after a few moments.

I took a deep breath and replied.

“Well, not bad.”

“Not bad at all for a fist time unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock sucking slut.”Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed, “By the end of the summer we’ll have him addicted to it. I won’t be happy unless he has a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in his pretty little potential terrorist mouth, if not terrorist already. Since he won’t be allowed to drink anything else, all summer, he’ll be begging to suck Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock every time he sees Durgesh.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

Zaynab bint Åāmir turned to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr again.

“See I always knew, you would make a good unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr…I just knew it from when we first met.” Zaynab bint Åāmir chuckled.

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed out loud.

“Now Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, beg Durgesh  to do what he came over to do….what you know you want him to do!”

“Please Sir, Please, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Sir, Fuck my wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir. She deserves a Huge Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock like yours, a Real Man Sized Unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock. Your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock is so much bigger than mine. Please Fuck her for me.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pleaded to me.

Chapter 12

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15

20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16

21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17

22. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–18

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

53. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

54. Making love and understanding everything

55. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

60. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

65. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

72. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

73. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

74. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

75. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

98.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2

177. The Extent: 3

178. The Extent: 4

179. The Extent: 5

180. The Extent: 6

181. The Extent: 7

182. The Extent: 8

183. The Extent: 9

184. The Extent: 10

185. The Extent : 11

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:3

30. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:4

31. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:5

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 26| Mantr 2

21. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

26. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

28. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18

37. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr2

38. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

39. Saamved: Mantr 1

40. Sāmved: Mantr 115

41. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

42. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

43. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

44. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

45.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

48. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

50. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

51. Atharv Ved: Kaand 4| Sookt 13| Mantr 1

52. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

53. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22

54.  Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

55.Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25



The Extent:8

The extent

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Durgesh Åāýéshah: Honeymoon

A challenge

Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and I were looking out the window of the jet as it circled to land in the Island.

We were to spend the next one month aboard a diving boat exploring the wrecks and reefs around the islands.

Her father, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, gave the trip to us as a Live in relationship present.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr told that he was very much pleased.

“Then why don’t you approve of other ashvinātam sexual relationships, Abbū?”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr asked her Abbū naughtily.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly.

“You mean why I don’t do it boldly, openly?”

“Yes, Abbū, why not?”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr asked more mischievously.

“Because I don’t want some crazy Musalmān terrorists every moment trying to kill me. Is it wrong my child?”

Åāýéshah,” I admonished her, “Sheikħ Abbū is right.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was startled.

I was calling him Sheikħ Abbū while I was myself sixty two.

Allah!

Allah!

What his own daughter has done to him.

Is age factor really so immaterial?

A man in sixties can call him ‘Sheikħ Abbū’ because his daughter maintains Live in relationship with him?

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

We both were looking forward to the trip.

Both liked to dive and we would take this time really to get to know each other.

“You mean really to know me.”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr smiled, “Because I already know you very much.”

“Sālī!” I smiled at my new 28 years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Live in relationship Partner.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr squeezed my Uncut Hindu Prick significantly and winked at me wickedly.

I squeezed her proud erect breasts.

“Ui Allah!” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr unzipped me and brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out.

She looked around.

No one was paying any attention to us.

It was a special jet of HVS Internationals.

It was used only by the Chairman.

All the other couples were also ashvinātams.

They were also busy in the same sexual activities we were busy in.

It was not prohibited in Vedic Monotheist Hinduism.

Sex was neither as despised in Vedic Monotheist Hinduism as it was despised in Islam and Christianity, nor it was as selfish and as irresponsible as it was in the rotten ultra modern Western Culture.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Prick, licked it, and then swallowed it into her tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I squeezed her gorgeous Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

We had started our Live in relationship the day before and spent our Live in relationship night at the Airport hotel in Atlanta.

An early wakeup call had us aboard on time.

We had not even had time to enjoy our Live in relationship being started.

This was a problem that we both were more than ready to remedy as soon as possible.

“You are too much in demand to protect and guide us Musalmān Beauties.”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr laughed, “Are you not?”

I winked at Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.

“I can’t see any Musalmān damsel in distress.”

“You mean your Uncut Hindu Lund can’t see any Musalmān Choot in distress.”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr smiled wickedly.

I laughed.

“No obscenity, Åāýéshah.”

“Nonsense. Everything is fair in love and war.”

“And what is it, Sālī? May I ask? Love? Or War?”

“Both.”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was turning more and more mischievous, “Love among Hindu studs and Musalmān Beauties. War with the Musalmān terrorists or potential terrorists.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”I sighed, “Mérī Jān, do you too agree with Dr. Ali Sina that every Musalmān is either a terrorist or a potential terrorist?”

“Well, don’t you?”

“No. It’s an extremely outrageous view.”

“Then why do you fuck us Musalmān Beauties?”

“I fuck you Musalmān Beauties? Sālī, I fuck you Musalmān Beauties? Did I really fuck you? You came to me, or I went to you? Your Ammī fucked me, or I fucked your Ammī?”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr winked at me.

“You don’t, and you can’t understand my dear. You are not a woman. Uncut is the best. It has the ever enjoyable foreskin that opens and shuts inside, with every stroke. Try to understand, you idiot. The Musalmīn lack it very much.”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was her parent’s pride and joy.

She had just acquired her PhD from Imam Muhammad ibn Saud Islamic University, Riyadh; a month before our Live in relationship started.

Although Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr didn’t like the thought of her Live in relationship with a Hindu but Zaynab bint Åāmir and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr both liked me very much.

In his views, I was an ever-smartest ever-young old man and a good catch for his daughter, even if she was so young.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had been Miss everything in university; cheer leader, class president, first in her class, voted most popular, and most any other award that could be given.

She was a grand young Musalmān Beauty, standing just slightly over 5 feet tall and weighed 105 pounds.

Long silky blond hair that was so fine that a breeze would blow it out of place.

Her breasts were large and her legs were perfectly shaped.

She was the whole package rolled into one.

Men and boys had been after her since her early teens.

Because of her religious up bring she was still a virgin till her first sex with me.

I was a lot like her, except in age, of course.

I had been a good athlete in university and college.

I post graduated with honors and went right to work on myself.

Unlike Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr I was far from being a virgin.

I had my choice from many extremely beautiful   Musalmān girls and Musalmān women while I was in university.

Even my beautiful Musalmān Professors sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock and fucked me proudly.

The Live in relationship night was a grand success, even though we were limited, on time.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was pleased to see what a large Uncut Hindu Cock I was blessed with.

She had heard about men with small cocks, of course but most of them were Musalmīn, and she was glad that I was not a Musalmān, so well endowed.

I used my incredible experiences with her.

I was very gentle and the pain was soon over.

She was not on the pill but still she didn’t have anything to worry.

I brought Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr to her first ever climax, and thereafter so many, before climaxing myself.

Twice more during the short night I brought her off again.

The wakeup call put a stop to our night.

The jet landed and we met Samīnah Waħīd who was from the boat.

She helped us clear customs and soon had us loaded and on their way.

My eyes liked to have fallen out of my head when I saw her.

She was a tall Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, nearly six feet tall, with long black hair that came down to her waist.

Her shin was of the pink color.

She had on white shorts and a tank top.

It was plain to see that she didn’t wear a bra, as her nipples were easy to see through the top.

The white shorts highlighted her long legs.

It was a good thing that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wasn’t the jealous type.

She had to punch me in the ribs to get me back to earth.

I smiled boldly at Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr that I had been caught looking.

Samīnah Waħīd explained on the ride that Salīm Jahāngīr, her husband, and his brother, along with her, made up the crew on the boat.

‘Sālé, Salīm Jahāngīr,’ I smiled to myself, “Your wife, Samīnah Waħīd, is very beautiful. I doubt very much she’d like to remain with you anymore.’

Another couple had been scheduled but something came up and they would come later.

They would leave as soon as they could get loaded and would be out to sea, most of the one month.

Coming in only to get supplies when we needed them.

Both men met us at the dock and helped us get our gear aboard.

Salīm Jahāngīr was a tall light skinned man and Āsif Jahāngīr was larger and darker than his brother was.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr watched Salīm Jahāngīr and Āsif Jahāngīr both, then she smiled at me.

I looked at her questioningly.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s eyes went dreamy suddenly.

“No doubt I have the nicest looking man, even at his sixties. I’m proud of my choice of my life partner.”

I smiled at her with a hard hug.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could feel my hard body against hers.

She felt a stirring in her stomach when I pulled her tight against me when I hug her.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr once again could not believe how good it felt to have my hard Hindu body touching hers.

I held the hug, a second longer than necessary, before releasing her to hug Samīnah Waħīd.

When I turned her lose she was slightly flushed.

Salīm Jahāngīr hurried us aboard the boat.

I wanted to get out of the harbor before the fishing boats started returning.

They helped us store our luggage before casting off.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and I went back topside and watched as the boat left the harbor.

It was a beautiful sight with the clear blue water.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and I stood at the bow of the boat; each of us was thinking how much fun the next one month would be.

Once in open water, Salīm Jahāngīr set the boat on automatic pilot and called us all, together.

“I like to go over all the do’s and don’ts as soon as we get underway. First off we are here to have a good time. When diving, you must dive in pairs at all times. If one of you wants to dive then one of us will go with you. You have free run of the boat, including the galley.

“We will prepare the regular meals but you are welcome to help anytime.

“Once we leave land, you may dress with as little, or as much, as you desire. The only time this will change is if we put in to port. You must be dressed when we dock. The crew will follow your lead. We don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable during the trip. This is to be a fun filled one month, one you can remember for years to come.”

When he finished, and after a little small talk, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and I excused ourselves to go to our cabin and get out of our traveling clothes.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr said,

“Can you believe I said that we could go nude?”

“I am not surprised. But I guess they do things a little different down here. I wouldn’t mind seeing Samīnah Waħīd without her suit on.”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr said,

“Just remember, we both can play that game. You Hindu men are all alike, a beautiful Musalmān woman walks by and you are ready to drop your pants.”

I pulled her to me,

“Sālī, if you will get out of that dress I’ll do more than only to drop my pants.”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quickly stripped and bounced up on the bed.

She may have been a virgin yesterday, but after last night, she was ready for me again.

She liked the sex and wanted it very much more from me.

“Come on, you Everyoung Old Hindu Man, what are you waiting for? Your sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān dish is ready for you whenever you want.”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr spread her legs and reached her arms up toward me.

I wasn’t far behind her getting naked.

I was on my knees between her outstretched legs.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was so young and fresh that I could not resist rubbing  my Uncut Hindu Prick across the lips and onto her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.

When my Uncut Hindu Prick touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān eyes flew wide open,

“Don’t do that, I would die of unquenchable desire.”

“How do you know your desire would not be quenched? Sālī, I am not a Musalmān. I am a Hindu. I can fuck you till you exist.”

“Then what are you waiting for, you old idiot? Why don’t you do just what are you telling me?”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled me on her.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis into her evergreeting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt so forcibly that it penetrated her deepest in its very  first stroke.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr shouted.

“Yā Allaaaaah! Ui Allaaaaah! I’m dead.”

“Sālī, said I am an old idiot.”

“Yā Allaaaaah! Ui Allaaaaah! That’s what you are, nevertheless.”

“Want to get fucked till you die?”

“Of course. You old man, you fuck old Musalmān Beauties only. They are already so much fucked that they are satisfied even when you enter them. Fuck us fresh young Musalmān Beauties and find out how difficult it is to ride on us fresh Musalmān mares.”

“Don’t you dare me ever, Sālī.”

“I dare you old Hindu idiot. Stop enjoying old second, and even third hand, used Musalmān Beauties. Accept the real challenge. Deflower us fresh young Musalmān Beauties of eighteen to twenty eight, and face the real, ever unconquerable, Musalmān lust of us Musalmān Beauties. The real Musalmān heat is not in between the mature Musalmān Beauties’ legs. The real Musalmān inferno is between the legs of the young fresh Musalmān Beauties of eighteen to twenty eight. If you are really as sexiest as your Musalmān Beauties claim, why don’t you face the genuine Musalmān inferno? Why do you waste your time with already extinguishing Musalmān fires? We challenge you. Come on to the battlefield. If you are really a Hindu and really interested in us Musalmān Beauties. Come on. Let’s see who is the hottest, we Musalmān Beauties or you, the so called Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt!. Bismillahirraħmānirraħīm. Allaho Akbar.

For as long as I can remember Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s Ammī, Umm al-Kħair Salma bint Shakħr ibn Åāmir ibn Ka’ab ibn Sa’ad ibn Taåīm, had always been a domineering bitch.

She seemed to derive enjoyment from humiliating people especially members of her own family.

Why?

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr always wondered.

Why?

Yet, he could never understand why his Ammī, Umm al-Kħair Salma bint Shakħr ibn Åāmir ibn Ka’ab ibn Sa’ad ibn Taåīm, was so against her own family members?

But why his own Ammī alone?

He has seen his friends Ammīs too.

Muħammad Åbdullah’s Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, was also somewhat less or more dominant.

Ůmar Fārūq’s Ammī, Zaħħāk kanīz-e- Åbdul Muttalib, was also similarly somewhat less or more dominant.

Wasn’t she?

Ůsmān bin Åffān’s Ammī, Ůrwah bint Karīz, was also similarly somewhat less or more dominant.

Wasn’t she?

Suddenly, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr shivered immensely.

He had seen something else too.

Ůsmān bin Åffān’s Ammī, Ůrwah bint Karīz, never knew Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had seen her cuckolding her otherwise ever dominant Musalmān husband, Åffān bin Abu al-As.

Ůsmān bin Åffān’s Ammī, Ůrwah bint Karīz, and her husband Åffān bin Abu al-As, Both of them recently turned thirty.

Shortly after Åffān bin Abu al-As and Ůrwah bint Karīz graduated from college they went to work in sales for different companies in Tampa, Florida.

A mutual friend introduced them and they hit it off immediately, two years from their first date they married.

Åffān bin Abu al-As was different than most of the people Ůrwah bint Karīz met in college.

He was kind, respectful and he always had manners.

Åffān bin Abu al-As also did not try and sleep with Ůrwah bint Karīz right away.

Most of the jerks in college did, they were either jock types or frat boys.

In fact, after they met, Åffān bin Abu al-As and Ůrwah bint Karīz did not do anything sexually for 3 weeks.

Ůrwah bint Karīz finally gave him a blowjob and two weeks later, they went all the way.

Ůrwah bint Karīz had not been with many people and compared to the drunken college and high school two-minute boys Åffān bin Abu al-As was a great lover.

Åffān bin Abu al-As was not huge, only three  inches hard but was a very attentive lover and gave great oral sex.

Ůrwah bint Karīz never understood why most of the Musalmīn were so addicted to Musalmān Pussy eating, Musalmān female ass licking and tongue fucking.

She had once seen her friend Al Navīdah Al Aslam fucking her Hindu lover Durgesh accidently.

She immediately hid herself behind a curtain.

She was immensely frightened that I may fuck Ůrwah bint Karīz as well if I saw her there.

Ůrwah bint Karīz, contrary to the other Musalmān Beauties, hated me very much.

It was beyond her imagination that she herself let me fuck her.

Ůrwah bint Karīz’s sex life was fine for first five years of her marriage and then they both got busy in their careers.

They got promotions and their sex life kind of got stale during that time in their lives.

It became secondary almost.

Even Ůrwah bint Karīz never cared it damn.

It was normal in Musalmīn, Christians and Jews all.

Only the Hindus were so sex addicted that they never considered their sex life secondary.

For sex addicted Hindus their sex life was always primary and most important.

During this period, Ůrwah bint Karīz began to find porno and cuckold websites on their computer.

At first Ůrwah bint Karīz felt like there was something wrong with Ůrwah bint Karīz that Åffān bin Abu al-As would have to resort to porno.

Ůrwah bint Karīz wasn’t sure what to do, whether to confront Åffān bin Abu al-As or let it go.

The more Ůrwah bint Karīz thought about it the more curious Ůrwah bint Karīz got, but still remained quiet.

Her curiosity peaked when Ůrwah bint Karīz saw the type of porno Åffān bin Abu al-As enjoyed.

Some were Hindus with very large Uncut Hindu Cock screwing Musalmān Beauties while the royal Sheikħ Musalmān husband sat helpless with his hands tied behind his back or in chastity devices.

Others would go out on dates or meet for lunch and then have passionate affairs while the royal Sheikħ Musalmān husband would sit at home yearning for his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife and waiting for her to tell him how hot her date was.

Ůrwah bint Karīz could have never imagined Åffān bin Abu al-As watching Hindus with much larger Uncut Hindu Cock fucking these Musalmān Beauties or even having him watch Ůrwah bint Karīz with Durgesh.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

The websites were what really stirred her interests.

Ůrwah bint Karīz checked the history in the browser and Åffān bin Abu al-As was visiting hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife and cuckold sites almost daily for the past year.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

Ůrwah bint Karīz was shocked at first, but then Ůrwah bint Karīz wondered if Åffān bin Abu al-As thought about her having sex with other Hindus.

She shivered immeasurably.

With other Hindus?

Never.

Impossible.

She avoided Durgesh even while Al Navīdah Al Aslam was continuously trying to make her fuck Durgesh and enjoy the spectacular sex, love and social life, every possible field of active life, Al Navīdah Al Aslam herself was enjoying.

Yet, suddenly, for some odd reason the thought turned Ůrwah bint Karīz on.

Åffān bin Abu al-As had always been controlling in the relationship in subtle ways such as with money and when making major decisions.

Deep down, Ůrwah bint Karīz was a little resentful.

Ůrwah bint Karīz made more money even, than Åffān bin Abu al-As, but Ůrwah bint Karīz never asserted herself because of her upbringing.

Watching her Ammījān for all those years deferring to her Abbū had an impression on Ůrwah bint Karīz.

The whole thing started to perplex her as Ůrwah bint Karīz began to notice Åffān bin Abu al-As being more submissive in bed.

The more Ůrwah bint Karīz asserted herself in bed the more he seemed to like it.

Ůrwah bint Karīz had never been aggressive sexually but Ůrwah bint Karīz enjoyed her new sense of power over her royal Sheikħ Musalmān husband.

One night in bed, while they were playing, Ůrwah bint Karīz startled Åffān bin Abu al-As when Ůrwah bint Karīz said,

“What’s a hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife?”

He tried to be coy about it and say he didn’t know.

But Ůrwah bint Karīz told him that she had found the sites on the Internet that he was looking at.

Åffān bin Abu al-As actually blushed when Ůrwah bint Karīz approached the subject the following night and he confessed it was quite the turn on.

He thought Ůrwah bint Karīz was trying to trick him, at first.

He was hesitant.

Ůrwah bint Karīz asked him if he ever thought about her being a hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife.

He fumbled for words, said no, so Ůrwah bint Karīz kind of sulked and said,

“That’s too bad because the thought turns me on too.”

Åffān bin Abu al-As blurted out,

“Are you serious? Would you ever do such a thing, Ůrwah bint Karīz?”

Ůrwah bint Karīz wanted to ask him,

“Why not, impotent? If you yourself love it? You can’t do ever what I’ve seen Durgesh doing to Navīdah Aslam. Al Navīdah Al Aslam is so happy. Why shouldn’t I, then?”

But she controlled herself.

Ůrwah bint Karīz told him she didn’t think she could in real life, but the fantasy seemed exciting.

At that time, Ůrwah bint Karīz didn’t know where this was going to, but Ůrwah bint Karīz did want to spice up their sex life by letting Åffān bin Abu al-As know it was ok to have fantasies.

What was the use?

Åffān bin Abu al-As loved Uncut Hindu Cock in Musalmān Cunts very much.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

Isn’t Åffān bin Abu al-As an Imām now?

And he loves Uncut Hindu Cock in Musalmān Cunts very much.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

Muħammad Åbdullah took the stairs.

He avoided elevators deliberately.

The foolish agents of foolish Musalmīn might be watching the elevators for him.

All the royal sheikhs were united.

But it was not easy to keep them united.

His Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, neither does understand it, nor does she want to understand it ever.

Her sixteen nudist daughters could exploit her very well.

Muħammad Åbdullah is immaterial.

What an elite feminist his Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah is.

Her sixteen nudist daughters, Muħammad Åbdullah’s sisters, were also ardent feminists.

The seventeen qayāmats have taken the impossible vow that they would rule the Islamic world from now on.

And for it, they have established Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club everywhere globally.

Now, they are purchasing islands for it too.

Muħammad Åbdullah was headed for the first floor of the building.

His driver, Åbdullah, was waiting for Muħammad Åbdullah there.

Åbdullah, Muħammad, Abu Bakr, Ůmar, Fārūq, Ůsmān, and Ålī, were common names now in Islamic world.

His own father was named Åbdullah.

His own name was Muħammad.

His driver, Åbdullah, was a large man.

Physically he was a giant, as Muħammad Åbdullah himself was.

But the Hindus and their Musalmān Beauties have proved now successfully that physical supremacy is nothing as compared to brains.

Hindus had brains and so had their horniest Musalmān Beauties even.

Let Durgesh be against cuckolding Musalmīn.

But does it matter?

The Musalmān Beauties have decided unanimously to run their movement ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, and they are doing it successfully.

Åbdullah wore a black suit with black western boots and black sunglasses.

The boots and sunglasses were removed only when Åbdullah showered and slept.

Muħammad Åbdullah opened a door without knocking.

Quite confidently, Muħammad Åbdullah interrupted the meeting.

The meeting had been in progress for hours.

The four royal Sheikħs, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq, Ůsmān bin Åffān, and Ålī Al Wahāb were watching the videotaped incidents of their own, and their household ladies with Durgesh and other Hindus.

It was all videotaped.

Nothing was left out.

What a porn!

All the rest of the porn was nothing as compared to it.

The assorted support staff of all the four royal Sheikħs, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq, Ůsmān bin Åffān, and Ålī Al Wahāb was also there, as they could really match wits with Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

It was ridiculous.

Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was a giant not only physically but mentally too as well.

And he was with the Musalmān Beauties.

The tape stopped just seconds after Muħammad Åbdullah burst in.

Muħammad Åbdullah spoke briefly with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr listened and talked with Muħammad Åbdullah gravely.

Then Muħammad Åbdullah left the room.

Åbdullah followed him.

They went through a narrow library to another hallway.

Muħammad Åbdullah barged through another door and cautioned another bunch of royal Sheikħs.

Al Saåūd family was a big royal family.

So many times before, even, it was threatened.

Yet it was never threatened before in this way.

Total ninety-six royal Sheikħs were present there.

They had been carefully selected by all the Islamic countries to represent them in this jihad against the ever-dirtiest conspiracy against them.

The millions had already been spent only to gain time.

Even the services of Durgesh are taken for it.

I looked at the enormous Årab Musalmān Beauty entered my office.

“Great! Your people are taking care of me the best I think.”

“We thank you for accepting the role of the mediator.”

“I never expected a Sheikħzādī of royal Al Saåūd family itself will entertain me.”

“Well, I am not with them, but I don’t have any option.” Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd watched me gravely.

“Blackmailed?”

“What else so that I can’t refuse to do what they want me to do?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For me? Don’t be.”

The Sheikħzādī was a dazzling Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

Blonde, nice complexion, big limpid eyes, beautiful legs, high breasts, big buttocks, a sophisticated look, and a little perfume as costly as only royal persons could afford.

She was anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-two.

I got to behind the wheel of my Mercedes.

No driver was allowed, neither male, nor even female.

“You people do not believe even me.” I smiled.

“They people.”Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd protested, “I’m not one of them, remember.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd slid gracefully beside me.

She was, I conceded to myself, quite a package: curves in the right places, eyes, complexion, legs, and clothes: a grand temptation.

I wondered what she had done in her past she could not afford to be disclosed.

Even if she had to entertain me as a mole.

“Which way?” I asked.

Her right palm reached between my legs.

The response was immense.

I immediately hardened to the extreme.

Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd smiled.

“Thank you.”

“What?”

“That you’ve honored my femininity.”

“Don’t do it, if you don’t want to.”

“Thanks. But I can’t afford it.”

“I would never tell them you didn’t entertain me.”

Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd grabbed my Uncut Hindu Prick.

“They are not damnfools. Your Mercedes has hidden telecameras now. They are watching and recording everything.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”

“Don’t feel sorry for me. It’s all right. I’ve made up my mind before I came here.”

“Who are the real personalities behind all this game?”

“If I knew them, I would have killed the bitches.”Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd gritted her teeth.

“Bitches?”

“Yes. Some horniest mastermind houseladies of our own Al Saåūd royal family have vowed to dethrone our cuckolded royal Sheikħ males, and replace them themselves.”

“You don’t know who they are?”

“No one knows who they are.”Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd said grimly.

“But they are bitches however, not the males?”

“But they are bitches however, not the males.”

“Sure?”

“Sure. Keep driving straight ahead.”

“Where are we headed for?”

“To a gift to you.”

“What?”

“As their gratitude to you that you accepted to be their mediator between the Cuckolded “Wretched” royal Sheikħs and them.”

“I see. I’ll be damned.”

Chapter 9

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