Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 23
Posted: March 3, 2015 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, incest, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl, Young lady Musalmān Brigade, Young Musalmān lady Brigade Leave a commentChapter 23
Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd
I looked at her gravely,
“I think a woman offers herself to a man only when she needs him very much.”
“So?”
“It’s not a good manner if someone needs you very much and you refuse to help him even it isn’t injurious to you even the slightest.”
“Isn’t your wife also a partner to think of in this matter?” Lubnā Al Ħamīd looked at me.
“Sure. It’s a necessity if you believe in monogamy.”
“You don’t believe in monogamy?”
“Never.” I said, “I am not built that way actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ab initio I am abnormal in this matter. Most of the men are satisfied sexually in this matter after only around seven minutes of sex.”
“Sure,”
“Unfortunately, or fortunately, whatsoever you want to call it, I never.’
“Allah, I’ve heard about it from my friends but I never believed it. They say the more you have sex with them the more lust you find in yourself to have sex with them.”
“That’s the truth.” I said gravely.”*
Leaving the composing room of HVSI Times’ newsroom, Bābarah Åālamgīr gave Al Jihad Al Vaqār a long look.
“It’s almost six.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “I’m sorry I have to leave you. I’ve a business date — got to be at the Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue in fifteen minutes.”
“You drink?”
“Not very much now, no. Yet I am not as untouched of Alcohol as Durgesh is. My profession needs me to accompany the persons I visit if they have it.”
“Durgesh never opposed it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me meaningfully.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“He never exerts his morals on his friends and live in relationship partners. That’s why he has so many friends and live in relationship partners. He has a tremendous respect for other peoples’ absolute freedom. He is a great man.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr had actually lied to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
Not about having a business date.
She had a business date really, but not at Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue.
She had a business date actually with Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī.
They were sitting in silence for fifteen minutes.
The only sound in the room was the uneasy rattling, speed, of the overworked AC unit.
At one point, Bābarah Åālamgīr had walked to the wall and waved her hand to the dusty vent, dusty outlet.
There was a trace of cool air.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was leaning and staring when the door opened and the head of Sergeant Ajay Natarajan appeared.
“Just checking to see if the things were okay.” Sergeant Ajay Natarajan said.
“It’s alright,” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī smiled at him, “Nobody is watching, Sergeant.”
“How can you guarantee it, sir? Your enemies are too alert. If they can only find you are here under false disguise of a terrorist sentenced to death they can even arrange to kill you here.”
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī is dead for them.” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī tried to make Sergeant Ajay Natarajan sure of his safety.
Yet he knew Sergeant Ajay Natarajan was right.
Allah, how Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī insisted that his flagship paper must be given to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
How could he manage to make it conditional!
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The Audacity 10
Posted: July 30, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, Durgesh, Education, Feminism, humanoid robots, Hyperspace netting, Hyperspacenet, incest, Kħadījah Muħammad, Kħālidah Jibrān, lady robot, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad bin Qāsim, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, Prakāsh, robots, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl, Udaý, Ved Prakāsh Leave a commentThe Audacity
Chapter 10
Ultimately, Kħālidah Jibrān smiled at me,
“Sorry, Papaji,”
“For what?” I feigned surprise.
Hell, it is never good to humiliate a lady whose subconscious is as deepest in love with me as Kħālidah Jibrān was.
Without immense deepest love for me in her heart, even if she was never aware of it, Kħālidah Jibrān could have never fucked me whole night, so wildly, passionately, affectionately and savagely, as she did, after all.
Kħālidah Jibrān looked at me gravely,
“You know for what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I know you are kind enough not to humiliate me more than I have already humiliated myself whole night. Please, forgive me. I am not a slut, even though I behaved like one, with you.”
“Well, it was what you wanted to do with me, as soon as you saw me first time.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was suddenly horrified,
“Allah, nooooo! Never. I never thought of you in this way.”
“Oh, come on, young lady. You are a D. Lit. Don’t talk nonsense. You understand inherent psychology as much, as I myself do. Why do you hate your husband?”
“Allah, noooooooooooo! I never hated Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.” She was more horrified now.
“You have always hated him,” I said gravely, “You still hate him, moreover.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was looking at me incredulously.
She smiled.
“Oh, come on, Papaji. It was only a female animal, not me. I shouldn’t have taken that wine.”
“Are you sure, it was only a female animal in you, and wine?”
“Oh sure, you don’t think so?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“This bedroom has five video cameras and transmitters so that Nādir Shāh Åbdālī could watch us from where he was.”
Kħālidah Jibrān laughed ironically.
“So you know that too?”
“What do you think I am? A damn fool? Nādir Shāh Åbdālī deliberately suggested you to let me sleep here. He was watching us whole night, alive.”
“You know it all, and still ask me why I hate the bastard?” Kħālidah Jibrān laughed bitterly.
“I see. So, you were not intoxicated? It wasn’t any accident? It wasn’t an effect of wine? You did it deliberately?” I asked her savagely.
“I need you to fight with my ever criminal husband. He is an agent of India.”
“What???”
“That’s right. He sends the military and political secrets of Pakistan to India.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Because you are an Indian, and you think every politician of India is stark white.” She said bitterly.*
I watched her patiently.
“Not exactly,” I said, “We may have less of the dirty politicians in India than you Pakistanis have here in Pakistan, but no country, including India, can ever claim we haven’t any criminal politicians at all.”
“Thank you. Most of you Indians never admit it.”
“Well, I try to be truthful.”
“And, that’s the reason this ever ardent patriot of Pakistan, loves you.” She smiled.
I laughed.
“I can’t believe a Pakistani ardent patriot that is herself an agent of Pakistan, against India.”
“Not against India, against the dirty Indian politicians who act against Pakistan. We are a separate autonomous country now. Why the hell even after more than sixty years of our partition they still don’t acknowledge it?”*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had had an evening, a night, and part of a morning to get over what he saw whole night.
Allah, Kħālidah Jibrān was immensely crazy to fuck Durgesh.
Well, almost his every Musalmān houselady was.
Durgesh had an infinite lust for extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other working Musalmān Beauties as well.
He could never believe his ardent patriot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān wife could even ever fuck Durgesh.
But she did.
He met Durgesh in Ved Nagar.
He had to.
Kħālidah Jibrān had suspected his unpatriotic activities to Pakistan.
She was an ardent Pakistani.
She even refused to agree with Durgesh that Partition of India was a blunder in 1947.
At least, the changing quality of light within corridors, squares and parks of the Administrative Residential Sector of Ved Nagar, made it seem that an evening, a night, and a part of the morning had passed.
He left his diamagnetic EV scooter in a scooter cubby outside the City limits.
It had more than enough EV charge now.
After all Kħālidah Jibrān had fucked Durgesh whole night.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī still didn’t believe that diamagnetic EV scooters were charged when they were in the EV force field of some Musalmān Beauty and Durgesh fucking nonstop for a considerable time.
They said the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt served as a Rheostat when Durgesh Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis enters and moves into it, acting as an electrified magnetic bar.
With every movement of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis into an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, the lines of force of Durgesh and his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sex partner changed.
It produced the EV charge that recharged the diamagnetic EV scooters.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed this nonsense.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was crazy if she really thought the Musalmīn would believe this garbage.
It was only they wanted to show, ostensible, not truth.
The actual science behind it was only known to Durgesh and HVSI Group of Companies.
They were not damn fools enough to tell it to everyone.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī wasn’t afraid of anyone.
His political opponents had succeeded in removing him from Pakistan.
He thought of Ved Nagar with its diamagnetic EV ground cars, hover cars and anti-grav gyros.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī locked the cubby and fingerprint-sealed it.
He moved under the first of the tall bridge like structures that supported the upper City.
The utmost richest City of the entire Multiverse, they called Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed what the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus ever said.
The ever dirty, ever sexiest liars.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus were actually the persons behind the screen that always defeated every military campaign and/or intellectual movements that win almost every country wherever they went, except India.
The Hindus were too shrewdest and smart ever to talk about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
They always talked about Brāhmañ, Xatriý, Vaishý and Shūdr, never about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Even most of the traditional Hindus were not aware of this ever closely guarded political secret of Hindus.
The Upper City, in Ved Nagar, was exactly the name implied.
It was built, the entire City, Ved Nagar, Trantor, was built in countless stories, as if it was not a City at all, it was a building, a Mansion, only.
They claimed the stories in which Ved Nagar was built were actually infinite, in infinite realities.
The bloody liars.
Perhaps they never told truth.
Everything they had was infinite.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled sarcastically.
Durgesh had infinite bodies, hahaha.
Durgesh had infinite Musalmān wives, everyone of them being beautiful beyond imagination, what a sick fantasy!
Durgesh had infinite Brāhmañ wives too.
Thanks Allah, thanks God, Durgesh didn’t have infinite Christian wives, infinite Jew wives, infinite atheist wives.
Everyone of them was only countless.
But Durgesh’s ever nonstop sexual intercourse with everyone of them, was infinite, no exception.
After all, they were not enjoying nonstop sex actually.
They were running the Multiverse, keeping it alive.
Hahaha!
Of all the fantasies!
Every story, every layer, every tier, of Ved Nagar was divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless, not infinite again, thank God, countless steel girdered pillars.
Most of the Ved Nagar was not only inaccessible to everyone, it was even invisible to them.
Allah knows better even if it existed there or not.
Hindus were utmost expert in spreading rumors benevolent to them.
Not all of them, but the Bachhalyās of them, headed them, in all of these ever dirtiest political games.
That was why Hindus, or India, could never be defeated to the extent to destroy Hindu culture altogether, as the other cultures were destroyed completely by Muslim invaders and imperialists.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus called it ‘Jan Pravād Dharmyuddh’, whatsoever the hell it meant.
Above, in the sun, were the Brahmarshis.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew his way.
He walked confidently.
It was a good move to see Durgesh himself.
Kħālidah Jibrān might have more power than him in Pakistan, but Durgesh had his power everywhere.
It maybe, of course, that Pakistani patrollers can get him, but as long as Durgesh himself is with Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, they couldn’t harm him even a bit.
Yet, he avoided the passersby, as a precaution.
They surveyed his Pakistani national dress with interest.
The sun was out now.
The Multiverse had infinite creations with infinite realities.
The sun was pouring through the spaced openings in the Hirañý metal above to form strips of light that made the intervening space all the darker.
He plunged through the bright strips, in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic fashion.
The Musalmān Beauties and the beautiful Musalmān houseladies were on their knees and elbows on the strips.
Durgesh was fucking almost all of them, from their extremely glorious behind.
They absorbed the warmth and moved as the strip moved.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew now he was going up.
He was standing before a structure that filled the space between four square placed pillars.
It was an elevator that lifted to the upper level.
There were the same elevators everywhere between two levels.
Ved Nagar really was a dream City.
At first, Pakistan tried her best to oppose the development of Ved Nagar.
But it was the internal matter of India.
As soon as the UPA-2 government resigned and NDA government came in administration after Midterm 2012, Pakistan immediately realized the supremacy of Ved Nagar.
Extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān houseladies invariably started to purchase real estates in Ved Nagar under this or that pretext.
Kħālidah Jibrān herself had such properties here.
Basic chemicals and raw food staples were shipped into Lower levels of the City, but finished plastic ware and fine meals were matter for Upper City, exclusively occupied by Multiversal administrative staff of Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī signaled the elevator.*
He was cautious enough of Pakistani Patrollers.
They still are here in Ved Nagar too.
Ved Nagar had its an integral part in Pakistan too, of course, with the express permission of Pakistan.
Permission?
Not exactly, it was actually a request from Pakistan herself.
Incredible?
Well, it was true however.
Truth is stranger than fiction, after all.
Isn’t it?
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had been in Ved Nagar for many years.
Ved Nagar was a miraculous City.
Countless non Hindus still hated Ved Nagar.
They thought, and it was deliberately taught to and told them that the Hindus were still Kāfirs.
No Musalmān should believe any Hindu ever.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew there were some anti Hindus still now, as there were some anti Musalmīn too.
So many attempts were there to blast Ved Nagar by terrorist Pseudo Musalmīn suicide bombers, but the Ved Nagar administration was always proved to be more efficient.
It always arrested every suicide bomber before they could do anything.
No, they were not punished by death sentence.
They were sent to time travel instead to watch the golden period of Islam when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn themselves were there in person.
Ved Nagar administration argued let them watch themselves what the true Islam is.
The Pseudo Islam of post Yazīd Malåūn era could be more effectively destroyed from their brain in this way.
It may cure their terroristic tendencies so inherent in them.
Trantor/Ved Nagar was the center and breeding place of the ever shrewdest ever smartest Hindus, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī learned to bear in silence.
He ought not forget what he had learnt now.
Of all the times, not now while Pakistani patrollers were after him.
The foolish operators of those patrollers were too prejudiced to understand what was in the favor of Pakistan actually, and what not.
Yes, the patrollers couldn’t harm any humankind.
They were mere humanoid robots.
But there were some stupid Pakistanis too that always harmed Pakistan, thinking they were benefiting her.
That was the real problem.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī heard the whir of the elevator settling at the lower level he was on, and the entire wall facing Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, dropped into its slot.
The humanoid lady robot operator of the elevator looked disgusted, but it was for a moment only.
It smiled at once.
“Only you, sir?”
“Only me,” Nādir Shāh Åbdālī too smiled in return.
He stepped in.
“Your ID card, sir.” The beautiful humanoid lady robot operator again cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled and produced the standard document folder every person authorized to go to the Upper level had to present.
No possibility of presentation of any forged document.
A human operator could be cheated, but not a humanoid robot.
It couldn’t be bribed too.
Ved Nagar administration was ever efficient.
The utmost efficient administration the entire human history had ever produced.
It was almost faultless.*
Kħālidah Jibrān greeted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus with her usual surface cordiality.
Their first meeting had been a long time ago.
Nearly a Standard Year had passed.
Kħālidah Jibrān had tried to pay every possible attention to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s story, but her adamant opposition to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family persons was something even Kħālidah Jibrān could not digest.
She could not understand why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was as friendly to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as she was friendly to Kħālidah Jibrān herself.
Couldn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan understand Durgesh is an ever incurable humanist?
Couldn’t she understand Durgesh is an ever incurable Multiversalist as well?
Even entire womankind can’t make Durgesh to oppose any victim/victims ever.
Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t know what Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and Udaý would do in the similar circumstances, but she definitely knew what Durgesh would.
Kħālidah Jibrān could not believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t.
Yes, Kħālidah Jibrān was an ardent Pakistani.
So what?
What’s wrong in loving one’s own country?
Can’t a person be a Multiversalist humanist as well as an ardent patriot to her own country?
Doesn’t Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, love India and Saåūdī Årab both equally?
Don’t Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both love India and Saåūdī Årab equally too?
Doesn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan love India and Saåūdī Årab equally as well?
And isn’t it a fact that Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, all the four love Saåūdī Årab more still now?
Isn’t it a fact Durgesh loves India more, even though he is an ever incurable Multiversalist humanist?
Then why the hell Kħālidah Jibrān could not love Pakistan more, even though she is a Multiversalist humanist too?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Kħālidah Jibrān patiently,
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl informed me that you were also a daughter in law to Durgesh before you gathered your courage, planned and made love to him, without caring for his pre consent even. I congratulate you.”
“Thank you.” Kħālidah Jibrān smiled, “ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was interested in me, to the extent, I never knew.”
“She was too a daughter in law to Durgesh once,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “Durgesh raped her on her own husband’s request.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was grave now.
“She blackmailed her husband to do so?”
“I don’t know the details, sorry.”
“How do you know Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are still in Ved Nagar?” Kħālidah Jibrān suddenly asked.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
They both were nude.
As usual, I was fucking both of them in my two separate bodies.
Despite her nonstop sexual intercourse practice with me now, Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t believe I actually had my infinite bodies.
She tried her best to crash the mystery, but she was still unable to do so.
The most probable explanation to her was I was using my identical humanoid robots.
Kħālidah Jibrān was not satisfied entirely with this explanation even, but it was the best she could do at present.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī paused on the curved ramp that led to the main entrance.
He could not help except to praise the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās that they had ultimately succeeded in hyperspace netting the entire Multiverse.
Of course, they loved to educate everyone despite the countless fatwas of countless anti education Mullahs and Maulavīs that the library the ‘Kāfirs’ had made available thus, was mostly anti Islam.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was honest enough to admit that the anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, even if they were countless, were ever dirty liars.
The most books in the library were not even had any concern whatsoever with Islam.
Moreover, to view and read something critical to any religion or ideology, it was necessary to get prior permission of the Human librarian.
Mostly there were humanoid robot librarians, lady robots mostly.
The color scheme of the ramp gave the illusion of steps, giving the library the proper air of archaism that traditionally accompanied structures.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was all praise for the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās, despite the entire fatwas of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, that Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās were at least quite sophisticated men.
He was not alone.
Countless others unbiased Musalmīn that were pro education also praised the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās for it.
Education, even the utmost highest, was never made so easily available in any era.
The main hall was large, warm softly, and full of the readers that could not manage to get this luxury in their own homes.
The lady robot librarian behind her desk, looked up and rose.
“Sir,” she cooed, “if you don’t appreciate a lady robot attending you, a male humanoid robot can be arranged to attend you.”
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
“Sorry for my fellow Musalmīn, they are finicky even in the libraries. I am normal. It’s normal for me to have a lady robot attendant.”
“Thank you, sir. Actually your name…”
“I know, I know. Most of my fellow Musalmīn insist on a male robot attendant. But actually they are not the one to be blamed even then. We Musalmīn have a large number of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs. They have made the life of average Musalmīn hell by announcing very irresponsible fatwas every now and then. They have made Islam a house of glass that can be broken by anything whatsoever.”
Lady robot smiled cordially.
She seated herself and plucked a metal silver from a slot.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī took it.
He placed his right thumb firmly upon it.
The lady robot librarian took it back and put it in another slot.
A green light appeared and shone constantly.
“Room 786, sir.” She cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
“Thank you.”
Chapter 11
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Indexes: Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh
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1. Ahal-Al Bayt
3.Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire
4.Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah: Social Service
5. The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān husband
8. The Stunning Musalmān houseladies
10. Midterm 2012
11. Kħātūn-e-Jannat
12.Ved Nagar
13. The Yacht
14. The Audacity
16. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: Index: 1/22
18. The Chairman
19. The Oath
20. Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind
21. Majājī Kħudā
24.Two Young Musalmān Beauties
37. Ammi, you too?
39. It’s better now, in this way
40. The game played, in our own way
43. Thank you that you cheated her
46. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?
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4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
VED NAGAR: 61
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Chapter 61
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Musalmān houseladies
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs drove around the corner, backed up in a driveway, turned the car, came back to place it against the curb, and switched off the motor.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt once more and looked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Why the hell doesn’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs divorce her?
Can’t he understand Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would never come back to him now?
Is he one of the damn fools enough that can adjust with their cuckolding even, because they can’t manage to separate and antagonize their extremely beautiful ever smart richer Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife?
Most of the Musalmīn are managing now with their cuckold status to their Musalmān wives and Durgesh/their Musalmān wives’ Hindu lover(s).
Why?
Because their Musalmān wives can blackmail them now successfully more than they could before?
Because their Musalmān wives are now richer and more resourceful than their cuckold Musalmān husbands, and their cuckold Musalmān husbands can’t win them in any way?
She controlled however herself and smiled at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“I’ll give it to you in a nutshell, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. You can figure what must have happened. In the first place, my brother in law, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, was so afraid of us…”
“Us?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said scornfully, “So afraid of us? Never.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him,
“He was.” She said, “He was so afraid of me, at least, that despite Durgesh’s every assurance, he never agreed to continue as it was. Neither he wanted even his son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to stay where I could reach or watch him.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at me, then he looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again,
“Your new husband, Durgesh, planned it all?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wanted to humiliate Al Safiyah Al Ghaus by calling me her new husband.
But she was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too far inaccessible to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
She cooed, instead of feeling humiliated.
“Thanks for calling Durgesh my new husband. I love it.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs gritted through his teeth.
“You are right.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled energetically, “Durgesh had everything all planned, down to the smallest detail. He had even instructed Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim not to sneak any of their clothes out of the house so they could have a dry change.”
“Why?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked bitterly.
“Elementary, my dear Watson,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at him, “because both of them were insured and the insurance companies were going to make a thorough investigation.”
“Even if they pin it on Al Zohrah Al Bittol and Al Taufīq Al Fatimah?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“No matter what they do.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying her theory, “The insurance companies are going to look into the thing. A huge amount is involved in both the cases separately. The murder stories in both the cases are improbable as hell. If in their investigation, they find anything that looks like collusion, conspiracy, their fat will really be in fire.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It’s this way,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “As far as the police are concerned, they are perfectly willing to make murders out of it. It’s Ved Nagar. The police are managed by Ved Nagar administration already.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed,
“You are forgetting that Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only. It has infinite levels, both visible and invisible. Every level here is divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless steel girdered pillars.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly,
“I am not forgetting anything, my child. Your Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, wasn’t born yesterday. Just listen to your Ammī and appreciate. The insurance companies have extended their branches everywhere. Haven’t they?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,
“What do you mean?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn. They hadn’t acquired their billions through legal means.”
“I don’t agree with you.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said heatedly.
“As if I still care what the damn you do.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said acidly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her, but he was too angry to her now, to respond.
“The insurance companies act somewhat different from the police.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said shrewdly, “The police investigate murders while the insurance companies are always afraid of a collusion between husband and wife. In both the cases the wives of the victims are involved. Al Zohrah Al Bittol is Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wife, even if she is on anticipatory bail and the police can’t arrest her. Al Taufīq Al Fatimah has her husband’s duly signed affidavit that she is not responsible for his murder. Someone was implicating her already, deliberately, even when Muħammad bin Qāsim was alive. In fact, there must be some finicky Pseudo Musalmīn who didn’t want her to appear in the porn movies she was adamant to do with Durgesh. She married Muħammad bin Qāsim on that condition. Moreover, it was also a condition that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to direct that porn movie. By staging their fake murders Muħammad bin Qāsim has got rid of making that porn movie for his wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, with Durgesh as her leading hero, and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has got rid of to direct it.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled,
“I have already written the entire screenplay of the movie and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim had already paid me fully for the same.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled bitterly.*
I kept silence.
There was no use in interfering.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying that she had compelled Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim, both, to run away from her ultimately, despite the fact that I was personally helping them.
“The first thing the insurance companies do is to start looking around for collusion.”
It was as if a solo performance for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t interested in criticizing her any more.
He had realized its futility.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan with her.
And apparently it was her victory now that both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim had run away.
She was already the Conservator.
Until now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had won the battle for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus even against me.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was sure it could not be the final.
Durgesh was certainly playing some deep game.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was also worried.
“Our ever cunning Hindu husband can’t be that dumb, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“You are right, Naåīmah,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said worriedly, “Durgesh can’t be that dumb.”*
Neither it was easy to get conservatorship nor to maintain it.’
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was in Durgesh’s Live in relationship now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had certainly learned how to protect his extremely beautiful niece’s interests.
“I know now that they were schemers.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd told me, “But it’s too late now.”
“Nothing is too late ever.” I pushed my ever utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s comparatively too young ardent Musalmān Cunt, “keep your thinking positive always. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told me everything, yet he slipped somewhere in acting on my scheme exactly as I told him. Otherwise Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could never had been appointed conservator by a court of justice.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd kissed me on my Hindu male lips.
Despite there were so many problems, she was confident now that she was safe.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, her dangerously beautiful step Ammī, had succeeded in blackening her ever pious, ever sacred character before her Abbū’s eyes, but her uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, understood Al Safiyah Al Ghaus very well.
She was a gold digger.
It was soon known that Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had appointed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus the conservator.
They got their order from Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.
The order appointing Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator for the estate of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was made when Al Safiyah Al Ghaus qualified with a bond with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s help, and immediately proceeded to take charge.
“All right,” I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, “I happen to oblige Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s secretary.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled,
“She has her boyfriend cheated? I never knew.”
I smiled cunningly.
“It’s always a matter of impulse, Al Hudā. Her boyfriend couldn’t provide her such a legendary unique sex that I can. She loves her boyfriend very much. They are soon to marry each other too. But on the impulse of the moment, a very single moment, Al Kubrā Al Qur’an found she was absolutely alone with me. She grabbed my Penis. I never refuse to any lady when she needs me to that extent.”
“You fucked Al Kubrā Al Qur’an?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī’s beautiful Musalmān eyes brightened, “wow, I never knew. She always criticizes you.”
“Well,” I kept smiling cunningly at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, “There are so many young ladies who keep criticizing me, yet whenever they themselves get a chance, they never miss it. They always fuck me belligerently and then call it only an animal surge. An exception to their normal life. They say I am too greatest a temptation to resist if there’s a chance.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed,
“The bloody ever hypocrite bitches. Never miss any chance to fuck you, yet never equally miss any chance to criticize you too that you must not surrender to every sexual demand from the women on impulse. Hahaha.”
I kept smiling,
“Let them have their own kind of fun, Al Hudā. Ultimately they are not harming me even a bit. Let them fuck me whenever they can, and criticize me when they don’t.”
“You mean they are actually jealous of us, your other lady friends who enjoy sex with you, not clandestinely?”
I tolerated the obvious,
“Al Kubrā Al Qur’an stays in Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s chambers until twelve thirty. Ring her and find out if Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā hasn’t any important appointment at one thirty. I want to see him personally on this conservatorship matter. If he doesn’t have any legal problem to meet, I want to see him personally before he goes on the bench this afternoon. Tell him it’s very important.”*
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā came bustling into his chambers.
“Hello, Durgesh, the greatest…”
“Nonsense,” I smiled.
“Well,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā laughed, “I don’t agree with you. It’s a fact whether you admit it or not, out of your courtesy, that you are the most important person now. The Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act is being opposed by some communal Brāhmañs, being represented by yourself.”
“Cut it,” I raised my hand, “your United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations have snatched away the Swayamvar right of your Brahm Padminīs. You have actually surrendered to Bhr’gu Kālchakrānsh, Bhr’gu time slot, without fighting with it. Padminī Bhārgav hasn’t any right whatsoever…”
“I am a Judge, Durgesh. I am not a law maker. I am only a responsible citizen of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations . If my Creations decides that no Brahm Padminī is any more for anyone except you, it’s all right with me. If I don’t like Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, well, I am free to leave United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. Am I not?”
“Your Brahm Padminī wives…”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā raised his hand,
“They are not my wives any longer. They are Brahm Jagdambās now, please! Every Brahm Padminī who the heck ever she is, now is your wife constitutionally if she is a citizen of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. If she doesn’t want it, well, she can surrender her citizenship to United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations anytime she damn chooses, anywhere. Nobody is snatching away her Swayamvar right. No, never. I don’t agree with you. I agree with the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, as it’s amended to the benefits of its subject.”
I watched him scrutinizing.
“Okay,” I said at length, “I’m sorry to find that you have more faith in my ever communal Bhārgav wife, Padminī Bhārgav, than you have in me.”
“I respect you very much. But sorry, I have my constitutional obligations too.”
“I am surprised. Haven’t you any self-respect that…”
“Enough,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā raised his hand, “if we don’t have any other subject to discuss, will you please excuse me? I have many cases on my calendar to hear.”
“Okay, let’s discuss a conservatorship case then.” I said patiently, “I think perhaps I’m going to appear before you, in your court, on a contested matter. I don’t want to jeopardize your position or mine by discussing the case itself. Yet, I do want to get some history and, if possible, find out the reasoning back of an order you made in the case.”
“I see. What’s the case?”
“The matter of the Al Muħammad Al Qāsim conservator.”
“Why, I handled that just a couple of days ago.”
“I know you did.” I said gravely.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at me shrewdly,
“You think there is anything wrong with the case?”
I looked at him impassively,
“Let’s not either of us discuss anything except the history, nevertheless, I would appreciate your thinking.”
“I doubt it.”
“I beg your pardon,”
“You never appreciated my thinking on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
“Should we again indulge into…”
“I’ll discuss any guardianship matter anytime,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “In those cases, the Court wants all the information it can get.
“Mind you, I don’t want you to tell me anything you feel should come before me by way of evidence in a contested matter. Nevertheless, I’m certainly willing to tell you how I felt.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s eagerness to hear me in this case, yet not even a bit in Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, made me suddenly all alert.
So, Padminī Bhārgav had played a deeper game this time than I anticipated from her?
She had provided extremely beautiful Musalmān wives to every Brāhmañ that lost his Brahm Padminī wife to me due to Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
She did it successfully because she did it in collusion with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
They both got advantaged in this way.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had succeeded in deputizing her almost infinite Musalmān agents, ever loyal to her and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations .
Padminī Bhārgav had found an ever loyal friend in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
The Brāhmañ citizens of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations found ashvinātam sharīr yantrs for them.
They had got rid of their ever dominating Brahm Padminī wives too, for ever, without divorcing and paying any alimony whatsoever to them.
What was the harm in playing law abiding citizens and sacrificing human being too?
Were they not compensated financially too, optimum?
I controlled myself.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā was telling me continuously, *
I was all attention now.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is an old man.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “He is confused. There is no question about that, he was incoherent.”
I didn’t contradict him.
It was neither the proper place for it, nor proper time.
It was the only relevant thing now to know about what the legal conspiracy was actually Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was facing only because he wanted to help Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was excited.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “He was emotional. Apparently he had made a check for ten million dollars to some young woman who had been living in the house with him.
“When we get a combination like that, we figure that something needs to be done. I appointed a conservator on a temporary basis only, with the statement that the Court would review it at any time any additional facts come up.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā stopped talking and looked at me,
“You feel that you have some other facts?”
“Sure,” I said.
“No problem,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled affably, “The order is subject to review with additional facts. Tomorrow morning at ten too early for you to present your facts?”
“I think not,” I myself smiled.
“I am not going to ask to have Al Muħammad Al Qāsim brought into Court. It may upset him, the Court hearing, I mean. I’ll take a look at any additional facts that are presented and then if I want to amend, suspend, modify the order I made, I’ll do it. That suits you?”
Chapter 62
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 55
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Chapter 55
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly let my entire Uncut Hindu Penis come out of her extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
I was surprised.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced to take my immensely anointed Uncut Hindu Penis into her Musalmān mouth, but Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again beat her.
She pushed her gorgeous Musalmān bottom back again.
I suddenly understood what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was after, but it was too late to stop her.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned my Uncut Hindu Penis between her glorious ardent Musalmān ass cheeks and pushed back with her entire strength.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was immensely lubricated already.
It entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the hilt.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus!” I said immensely surprised, “Are you crazy?”
“Squeeze my boobs, please!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at me.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suddenly realized what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing with me.
He jumped immediately and shouted,
“What the hell?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“You don’t have any objection if Durgesh fucks me in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Isn’t it? Now, what about it? Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is visiting deepest your wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass now. Come on, watch yourself.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was dumbfounded.
He could not believe his own eyes.
But, yes, it was true.
It wasn’t any bloody nightmare whatsoever.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was really inside his wife’s exquisite immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying it there proudly.
“W…w…what do you want?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was suddenly full of tears.
He could not believe he was really weeping.
Allah!
It was immense humiliation.
He could not believe he was cuckolded ultimately by his own wife he loved more than himself.
“Come on, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you have already licked my extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt after I had an orgasm. Haven’t you? Come on, clean it once more.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was asking him to lick her cunt and clean it.
Yes, he had done it so many times before, but not because he loved to lick her cunt.
It was a compensation to her actually that he could not make her to have an orgasm while fucking her.
He offered her to bring it by licking her cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had succeeded too.
He could not fuck her to have an orgasm, but he could lick her to have an orgasm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had charged him that he was semi impotent.
His cut Musalmān nūnī didn’t have the proper strength to make her have an orgasm, but his tongue was superb.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed.
“How many cunts have you licked, cunt licker?”
“What?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was furious.
“The expertise your tongue has in licking my cunt couldn’t be developed first time, neither even in a single instance. It’s been developed in a long practice. Hey, did you do it with your girlfriends too?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was startled.
What the hell could he do?
He watched Durgesh fucking his sisters and cousins.
He masturbated while watching them.
His cut Musalmān nūnī lost its strength gradually.
Once his sister, Al Nādirah Al Quddūs, caught him masturbating while I was fucking her.
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs made him to lick her cunt after I fucked her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hadn’t another alternative.
He did it to please his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī.
“If I clean you every time after Durgesh fucks you, would you allow me to watch and masturbate right there where Durgesh fucks you?”
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī laughed.
“Hey, you loved it, didn’t you, instead of hating it? It wasn’t a punishment to you. It was a reward instead. Wasn’t it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled triumphantly.
“Yes, Bājī. Will you please allow me?”
We allowed him.
Yes, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was expert in tongue fucking.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was weak, but his tongue was a miracle.
After his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī his other sisters also allowed him.
His cousins too allowed him gradually.
Then even his Ammī allowed him when she managed Durgesh to fuck her, blackmailing her own daughters.
Was his family unconventional?
Well, let it be.
Who the hell cares?*
Once they arranged group sex with Durgesh on their Ammī’s birthday.
Their lady-friends were also invited.
Durgesh undressed all of them.
Ammī undressed Durgesh.
Then she played with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund while Durgesh was kissing their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.
Ammī sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and swallowed his entire Hindu Vīrý.
So did the others.
Durgesh fucked all of them, one by one.
What a man.
What an amazing man.
None of them was unsatisfied.
Durgesh fucked all of them to their heart’s content.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs licked all of them.
They had different tastes.
Yet, Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý was common.
And it made all of them taste superb.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised immensely to find out how many Musalmān Beauties, how many Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh, despite his unwillingness even.
Durgesh was a Hindu male slut for Musalmān Beauties and sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies too.
He could not believe what he witnessed himself.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me.
“No motion for somewhat half an hour, Durgesh, please! It was my long nourished dream to have your Uncut Hindu Penis into my ardent Musalmān ass buried to the hilt. You may call it a pervert desire, but let it get fulfilled anyway.”
Her ardent Musalmān anal muscles had gripped my Uncut Hindu Penis strongly, vehemently.
I smiled my assurance to her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had started to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt already.
At first he wanted to object but he realized the futility of the step.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had raised her status ultimately.
She wasn’t now a shill, a hostess of any damn gambling house at Las Vegas, Nevada.
She was at least Durgesh’s mistress now.
And Durgesh was the most powerful man now everywhere.
He was not only a multi zillionaire now, he was the Mayor of Ved Nagar too.
Of course, he wasn’t the President or Prime Minister of any country.
Yet, the entire king makers of every country have deliberately managed their daughters, sisters and/or other Musalmān houseladies to join Durgesh’s ever expanding Sex Empire.
Why the hell shouldn’t he pose himself unresponsive to what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is doing?
Why oppose it?
Why shouldn’t he ignore it?
His sisters, cousins and Ammī already belong to Durgesh’s Sex Empire.
Let his wife too belong to it.
What’s the big thing there, if any?
She would never return to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Then why antagonize her?
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan has compromised with Durgesh in this matter.
Hasn’t he?
Then who the hell is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?*
Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried to the hilt into her gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus remembered:
Her relatives flooded into the house.
I grimaced.
It was to interrupt my sex life with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for almost a week at least.
Yes, I didn’t approach her first.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus approached me instead.
Yet, it didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy sex with her optimum.
I greeted her relatives reluctantly.
The older ladies gave me wet kisses and the younger ladies pressed their beautiful Musalmān tits on my wide, strong, Hindu male chest.
I grimaced again.
The ladies were accompanied by their husbands, boyfriends, or sons who carried the supplies for thanksgiving week.
I was concentrated on the Al Makkah Al Mukarramah Sex Contest.
During commercials I would check out the younger exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ladies over by the kitchen.
I had promised Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that I would not run up to my room like I always did when her relatives visited.
It’s not that I didn’t like them.
The problem was that they asked the same foolish questions every time.
I just didn’t like to update them on my Musalmān Beauties, their career choice, and relationships with me.
Looking at their beautiful superb Musalmān asses I began to wonder about what they wore underneath.
Well, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had beautiful female relatives.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was constantly hard watching them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself looked gorgeous in her maroon long sleeve v-neck and those tight denim jeans.
I knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was wearing a black and red thong that wedged between her cheeks.
I had seen her put it on this morning.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were not divorced even yet, but they had not lived together too in a long time now.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was mainly an irresponsible, lame, and lousy man from what I had seen in my 64 year old life.
He would show up once in a blue moon for some trivial activity, but he would spend the holidays elsewhere.
It was getting pretty loud and annoying in the living room.
I decided to make a break for it.
I nonchalantly stood up from the couch and grabbed my juice as I looked around for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I spotted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus in the kitchen and quickly went up the stairs to escape the incoming foolish questions.
I was finally relaxing and enjoying the Contest when I heard a knock on my door.
My first thought was that I should have locked the damn door.
“Come in.” Before I finished speaking, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s dumbass cousin barged in with a drink and a bag of chips.
He sat down on the floor as if he owned the place.
I was already thinking of a way to get him out of my room.
“Damn, the bookies are doing really good this year.”
Ved Nagar was winning by 3 possessions.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s cousin continued munching on his chips.
I didn’t really have a close relationship with him, but I knew he was a dumbass from the days we used to spend together in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt‘s house.
The Contest was coming to an end.
The small talk between us would hopefully end soon too.
“Aunt Kħālidah Gul Ħasan is looking real good today, right?”
Kħālidah Gul Ħasan was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s sister-in-law.
She was too all attractive to me.
“If you say so.” I didn’t know what he was getting at with that comment.
However, I didn’t care too much either.
“But she is not hotter than your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus though, you know if she wasn’t your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus I would be licking her up.” He made slurping noises and laughed as he turned to look at me.
“Don’t even think about it faggot, well the Contest is basically over so why don’t you head downstairs with the family.”
As he got up to leave the room I whispered some cuss words and shook my head.
Alone in my room with the TV turned off and the woman of my dreams downstairs, my hand reached down to touch my growing proud erection.
I made sure the door was locked as I made my way to the bathroom.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was itself available to me now, but I was not getting it for a week.
I pulled my shorts down and began pissing off.
My eyes opened when I heard noise outside my room.
It was around 9 pm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was probably showing everyone their room for the night.
They would be crowded.
I just hoped that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would not put anybody in our room.
“Durgesh, open the door, it’s me.” I recognized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s voice.
I pulled up my shorts.
When I opened the door, I was glad to see that it was only her entering the room.
“What were you doing, Durgesh?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus slipped off her shoes and loosened her dark brown hair.
She sat down next to me and reached for my shoulders with her delicate hands.
“I was pissing since you were busy with your family.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at my response then she looked back at the door knob.
I followed her eyes to the door and realized what she was thinking.
I moved back to rest my back on the headboard.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gave me a naughty grin as she pulled down my shorts.
My 9 inches stood proudly in the cold room and my head oozed with pre-cum.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus got on all fours and dove down on my throbbing Hindu member.
She ran her beautiful Musalmān tongue once over my Hindu pee hole and then swirled her tongue all over my purple head.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a small o with her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and went down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My head widened her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she kept her pink lips sealed as tightly as possible.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started taking inch by inch of my Uncut Hindu Shaft as she moved her hair behind her ears.
Half way through my Uncut Hindu Shaft she started working up again towards my tip.
She undid her jeans and moved her hand in between her legs.
Now she was softly moaning and working her way back down with her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her hot Musalmān mouth went 3/4ths of the way down then sucked all the juices on the way up as I grabbed the top of her head.
This type of sensual sucking I’m sure can only be performed by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus only.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus let my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a loud pop and then climbed on top of me.
She positioned herself in the famous 69 as I spread her jean covered glorious Musalmān ass.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus placed her hands on my thighs and began slurping my Uncut Hindu Lund head back into her lovely Musalmān mouth.
Slowly swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock she rubbed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy through her thong.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a few gagging sounds as saliva spilled out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth into my Hindu groin.
The determination to deep throat me kept her going down until she reached the base of my 9 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her head came back up with a loud gasp and more saliva coming from her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
This time she quickly enveloped my Uncut Hindu Cock and was once again touching down with her beautiful nose.
I squeezed her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as my Hindu balls gathered the massive load that was about to shoot up into her terrifically exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I thrust my hips upward.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed down on my thighs as my Uncut Hindu Cock started erupting my hot Hindu cum into her Musalmān throat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus stayed down on my Uncut Hindu Dick for as long as possible then she came up to gasp for air.
The juices fell out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down to her neck and to my thighs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus turned around to face me with a smile and I saw her beautiful cheeks full of our bodily fluids.
A string of my Hindu cum was coming out through her right nostril.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed as she wiped her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a pillow.
I followed her to the bathroom were we finished cleaning up.
“Eīshān, God, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, that was amazing.” I smiled.
She mumbled a response while blowing her nose.
I grabbed her hips and helped her up to the counter.
We wrestled tongues as I kept working her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Sweetie, what are we making for dinner?” That was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, speaking from outside the door.
If she only knew what her daughter was doing inside the room.
I kissed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus on the forehead and helped her down to her feet.
“How do I look?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was cleaned up and looking stunning as usual.
She looked at herself in the mirror and I playfully slapped her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as a sign of approval.
We hurried to open the door and found Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, looking at her recipe book.
“Sweetie, what happened to your lipstick?”
In the rush of the moment, we had not noticed the damn lipstick.
“I was uh, eating a blow pop.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and ushered us to the stairs.
I looked around to make sure no one was looking and I pinched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s gorgeous exquisite Musalmān ass while Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, made her way down the stairs.
Chapter 56
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 54
Posted: May 16, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad bin Qāsim, Muħammad Ůsmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Pratāp Bachhalyā, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl, Taufīq Fātimah, Vikram Bachhalyā Leave a commentVolume 2
Chapter 54
Durgesh Al Zohrah Al Bittol
Durgesh ACP Suraiyā Jamāl
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol smiling cunningly.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed at her.
“Look at me as much as you please.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol cooed, “You can’t do anything whatsoever, nevertheless. I am on anticipatory bail, I’ve told you already.”
“You said you jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on?”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol kept fucking me smiling at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl triumphantly, “I came flying up the companionway and was just approaching the bow when I saw a vague figure swaying this way and that, apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort.”
“A figure?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked sarcastically.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol grimaced.
“I refuse to answer your insulting questions. You are trying to irritate me. I would prefer to give my testimony in a competent court.”
“That’s what you think.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly.
“That’s what I’m going to do. You don’t have any legal right to insult and humiliate me.”
“It’s not you that’s taking this attitude to a responsible police officer.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said smirking, “It’s Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis visiting your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that’s letting you fly so high.”
“I’m glad you have eyes at least, even if you don’t have any manners whatsoever.”
“I may request to cancel your bail.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead. Do everything on the earth you are capable of. If you really get it canceled I’d wash your feet and drink the water that is used in washing them.”*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
She realized the truth in Al Zohrah Al Bittol’s voice.
So, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was really innocent?
Despite she was on the deck when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was overboard,
Despite she had a revolver in her hand, Despite Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard an ‘explosion of some sort.
Did Durgesh deliberately stage this improbable story for her?
Why?
The night was filled with sounds of hectic activity now.
Opening and closing doors and frightened feet sounded in the passageways and on the companionways.
The swift babble of voices kept up an incessant, a nonstop, chatter.
Moreover, cutting through all of the sounds of confusion, my crisp, authoritative voice was giving orders.
The motorboats had been lowered to the water and engines started.
Each of them cruised in a series of questing circles around the ship.
“The figure was apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol repeated, “but I saw only the one figure.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl stopped herself with efforts, not to smirk.
What was the use?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol would again stop telling her story.
Shouldn’t at least she listen to it?
She saw only the one figure.
Yet, it was engaged in a struggle of some sort.
With whom the hell was it struggling then?
Nonsense!
Al Zohrah Al Bittol realized the question her statement generated.
“The other one must have been below the deck.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol advanced her assumption.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me pleadingly.
“Go on,” I grabbed the splendid heavy buttocks of Al Zohrah Al Bittol and arched my waist up.
My Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her ardent Musalmān Cunt as a spear as if.
Her bottom was coming down at the same time.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol shouted in superb ecstasy.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the hell are you doing to me?”
I caressed her buttocks and kissed her on her lips passionately.
She controlled herself and resumed.
Now, her up and down motion had stopped.
She was sitting on my Uncut Hindu Penis swallowing it entirely into her Musalmān Cunt.
I was enjoying the honor myself too to its utmost extent.
“Just before I got there,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol continued, “the man lurched and fell overboard. I screamed involuntarily as I heard the splash. Then there was the sound of an explosion and a series of splashing noises. By the time I had reached the bow. I could hear my name being called now.”
I was listening to her gravely.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at each other.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was alone, after me, that was too listening to it gravely.*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol watched me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
Then she went on,
“I bent over the rail. I could see now a figure of a man in the water. It was floundering around aimlessly. It was floundering as if it was wounded badly and was trying to swim desperately.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī also looked at me.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl did smirk again, as if asking me,
‘If Al Zohrah Al Bittol is really innocent how Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been wounded?
Why was he trying to swim desperately?
Who the hell wounded Al Muħammad Al Qāsim if not Al Zohrah Al Bittol?’
I was reading the questions on their faces.
But I didn’t ask Al Zohrah Al Bittol anything.
She went on,
“Then the figure moved into the oval of light that was coming from a porthole in the forecastle and I could see his face. He was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband. He seemed partially paralyzed. He called me and tried to call out a message. I couldn’t hear what he said. His voice was almost inaudible. Abruptly he ceased to struggle and was swept down by the current under the overhang of the bow. I thought he was coming down the starboard side. I ran that way. Unfortunately, apparently, he drifted down the port side.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t conform to the facts as they must have happened.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol smirked.
“I sympathize with you.”
“I beg your pardon?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly.
“That the facts don’t understand how compulsory it is to obey you.”
“When Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis is inside your Musalmān Cunt you can fly in sky very high.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl commented drily.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t have been telephoning from the bow of the yacht. It was virtually impossible.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly”*
There were no vacant chairs at the dinner.
Sheeted rain lashed against the portholes.
The guests who made merry with colored paper caps, balloons and pasteboard horns lacked spontaneity.
Their merriment seemed merely a forced attempt to comply with maritime, nautical, conventions.
Awfully striking lady robot waitresses felt their way, a few steps at a time, half-filled dishes carried in deep serving trays.
Fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and dining, I looked across where Muħammad bin Qāsim and his Hollywood heroine wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, were entertaining Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah were also there with Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
With darkness, the faint mist that had been forming on the water thickened into fog, and as we sat down to dinner the hoarse fog whistle boomed out its eerie, unnerving, warning.
Thereafter at regular intervals through the meal the fog whistle served to remind us that we were on the water and a fog was settling down.
“Doesn’t look as though we’ll get back tonight.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Wouldn’t you tackle it in a fog?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus enquired.
“Not unless I have to.” I pulled nude Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to me.
She laughed ecstatically and pushed her extremely glorious nude Musalmān bottom into my nude Hindu male lap.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smilingly deserted it for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
My Uncut Hindu Penis made a sound of ‘pluck’ as it came out of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thirty two years old young Musalmān Cunt.
It was heavily anointed with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.
As soon as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis and pushed, my thoroughly lubricated Uncut Hindu Penis immediately entered into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs could not watch it.
He averted his eyes immediately.
“Slut,” he murmured to himself.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had heard it.
She laughed humiliating Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immensely and started fucking me herself vigorously, energetically, dynamically, forcefully, and strongly.
I put my hands on her glamorous nude Musalmān waist.
Yet, it was not necessary.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself was vigilant enough that my Uncut Hindu Penis must never come out of her Musalmān Cunt entirely, and it must penetrate her Musalmān Cunt vigorously instead without any hindrance whatsoever it may be.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was feeling himself immensely insulted.
But what could he do?
Even before his marriage with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, he knew she loved immense sex.
He thought he could provide him the same.
He was too confident of his manly potency living in extreme over confidence.
He was too obsessed with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he thought he could make love to her till infinity.
Hell, he could not, practically ever.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wanted more and more sex from him.
Her first husband had committed suicide due to intense shame he faced when he could not satisfy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sexually.
Now, Durgesh is providing her even more sex than even Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could digest.
How crazy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund getting into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She undressed herself while Durgesh was fucking his Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did so?
To seduce Durgesh herself.
Isn’t it?
And when Durgesh saw her nude Musalmān beauty and pulled Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to him, how ecstatically she laughed, positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund herself between the ravenous quivering ever greedy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
How ecstatically Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is pushing her ever magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom to Durgesh’s ever sexy nude Hindu male lap.
She is swallowing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund deepest every time she thrust back her bottom, into her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes are brightest when Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
They lost their brightness as Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund left her Musalmān Choot.
But they were again brightest when Durgesh Uncut Hindu Lund is again deepest back into her still greedy still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly he realized the persons were gathering in a wide circle around Durgesh and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fucking Durgesh ravenously entirely unashamed of herself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was horrified.
Allah, no.
Nooooooooooooooo!
Everyone would ask who she is.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs would die of shame.*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had said,
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
I smiled.
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
I laughed.
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*
I grabbed her waist and started fucking her myself too.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was one of the perfect homes for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
After fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to my heart’s content, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was an extremely pleasant replacement to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Cunts were extremely ravenous for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet, they both had their own individualities too.
I knew now why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so ravenous for me.
Neither of her Musalmān husbands could fuck her even properly.
Her vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis was almost virginal.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating her first time properly.
It was natural she loved me more now than either of her incompetent Musalmān husbands.
“You are my husband now, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, the impotent.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus whispered to me.
I smiled and kissed her on her beautiful lips.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“It’s my pleasure, Durgesh darling.”
“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed suddenly, “you both are made for each other, doubtlessly. Nevertheless, I can’t stay all night.”
She glanced at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
“Well,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, “I don’t think we have much choice in the matter, Bājī.”
I smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Then still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus vigorously, I assured Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, don’t worry. I’ve plenty of room. We can put everybody up nicely.”
“Look here,” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted, “what’s the idea behind this thing? Almost all of us know very well that at this season of the year, there’s always fog and rain even, on this part of the sea.”
“Yet, you accepted the invitation.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously.
“Not always,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted hastily.
He was the one who accepted the invitation, not Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān had only agreed to it.
“Don’t worry,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically, “after fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to his heart’s content, Durgesh would fuck you too. I’d request him to oblige you too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah sympathized with him.
“Thank you. So, ultimately you are absolutely impotent now?”
I interrupted to stop the hot exchanges between Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
“Well, Muħammad Ůsmān is right somewhat, Muħammad bin Qāsim. It’s not always, but it’s nearly always. However, Muħammad Ůsmān, I can get out the ship and put you ashore at a little town on a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Island, about ten miles upstream. There’s an airline that will get you back to Ved Nagar.”
“That would be deuced uncomfortable.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is just recovering from a case of stomach trouble.”
“Food poisoning,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted.
“Well,” I announced still pumping Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now even more severely, “I’m not going to risk the safety of the ship and the convenience of the other guests. Muħammad Ůsmān, you can get in a launch and get an interurban if you want to.”
“I don’t want to.” Muħammad Ůsmān said furiously, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is still my wife. I can’t leave her behind for you to fuck her as if she is a slut, not my respected Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund coming out of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s very tasty. Muħammad Ůsmān, come on, taste for yourself.”
“Go to hell.” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted back to her.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at him.
“Sorry, Muħammad Ůsmān. You’ve to go alone there. I can’t and won’t accompany you ever now.”
Muħammad Ůsmān gritted his teeth.
“Muħammad Ůsmān,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “sit here and enjoy life. Durgesh, you said you have some champagne on ice?”
“I don’t talk business when I drink.” Muħammad bin Qāsim declared.
“All right,” still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, I pulled Al Taufīq Al Fatimah too to me, squeezed her immensely rich Musalmān buttocks and kissed her on her red crimson lips, “Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Chapter 55
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 53
Posted: May 10, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat, Uncategorized | Tags: Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Aħmad Kamāl, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, Feminism, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Kamāl, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Seven Movements, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl Leave a commentVolume 2
Chapter 53
Durgesh Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl
Durgesh Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl
Durgesh Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39,
And Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20,
All the three were my practical wives while I was already sixty then.
Actually Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, had me first.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was her daughter in law actually.
And, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl was her granddaughter.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, her Bahū Bégam, actually blackmailed her mother in law, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, was startled.
“What? You want to cheat my son, Aħmad Kamāl?”
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, smiled.
She didn’t say anything.
Only watched my legendary Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,’s still ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, significantly, sarcastically.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl was furious.
“Don’t watch it like a she hawk. You are entirely twenty one years younger than Durgesh.”
There was intense venom and scorn in her voice, for her Bahū Bégam.
She never thought she was also enjoying me out of wedlock.
If it was moral why it was immoral that her daughter in law was watching her enjoying sex with me and not even ashamed of her act.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl expected respect from her Bahū Bégam still now.
She expected her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, must respect her, even now, as she was respectful to her until now.
She must have respected her privacy with me.
Even if she had seen it, she must have ignored it and made a respectful exit from there.
Instead, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, was trying to blackmail her, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl?
Was Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl crazy?
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl could not bear it any more.
She ordered her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, ultimately.
“Go away. Don’t you have etiquette enough, not to watch your mother in law in her intimate moments with her man?”
“I never watched you, Ammī, with Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl.” Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl said obediently and respectfully perfectly.
“Well, I said, ‘with my man’, not with my impotent husband’.”*
There was no more splashing, no more hanging against the side of the yacht.
Then there was the noise of confusion as doors opened and closed.
There was the sound of tense voices, hurrying feet.
“Did you scream?” I asked the stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty I was holding in my arms.
“I went there myself hearing it.” she smiled disarmingly, but there wasn’t anyone.”
“Then what about the scream we heard?”
“Your security persons were there. They were talking of a young woman who thought someone was behind her. She screamed. The security persons found no one when they searched the vicinity.”
She was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I smiled.
“Sorry, I’ve to have firsthand information from my security itself.”
She smiled at me seductively.
“Oh, sure. I understand. Go ahead.”
“Won’t you care to introduce yourself, if you don’t mind?” I smiled seductively myself.*
The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty smiled.
“I’m Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
“Glad to meet you.”
“Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālājān. Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālāzād sister, my cousin actually.”
“I have a vague remembrance that I’ve seen you with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl.”
“Thank you for remembering me.” She kept smiling, “May I get the honor of sucking the great Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis?”
I laughed.
“You are already playing with it. Go ahead. It’s not actually that I’m honoring you. It’s my pleasure instead. I’m being honored. Thank you.”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“I’m honored. Thank you. The pleasure is certainly mine. You have really broken all the conventions. The parents are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved Just Eighteen Just Adult daughters on their eighteenth birthday. Isn’t it a miracle? The husbands are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved wives on their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their Golden Night even, on anniversaries and other memorable events too to make them more memorable.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol unzipped me, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out, kissed it respectfully, licked it and then swallowed entirely into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
My security was in action still now.
The deck was flooded with illumination now.
Yet, it did not stop Al Zohrah Al Bittol from sucking my Uncut Hindu Prick.
Instead, she was sucking it now more excited.
Was she an exhibitionist?
I could not decide.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl appeared there suddenly.
“Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was on board.”
“What?” I was all alert suddenly.
“The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty that’s sucking you now so indebted, so gratefully, is actually one of the present four wives of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Her name is Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
I watched Al Zohrah Al Bittol gravely now.
“She has told me her name.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol increased the speed of sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t get away with it by only sucking your Uncut Hindu Penis.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl shouted, “Your new Musalmān girlfriend has killed her husband, do you knowwwwww?”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol looked at me gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn have framed me deliberately, Durgesh darling. Your so called innocent Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was actually helping them.”
“Shut up.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said coldly, “I know your story now. What the hell do you think? You stunning Musalmān Beauties, you stunning Musalmān houseladies, can get away with murders even, only because Durgesh loves to fuck you?”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol winked at her.
“You can’t arrest me, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
“Why? Because you are sucking Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked her sarcastically.
“Because I had already anticipated it. I’ve taken anticipatory bail already.”
“I know.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly, “Why the hell are you here on the deck?”
“Tut tut tut. Warn me first, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, that anything I may say may be used against me.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me angrily.
“She is already speaking your legal language. What the hell you do? As soon as they take your Uncut Hindu Penis in their hands and mouth they suddenly become unapproachable legally.”
I smiled.
“Give her your version of the events, Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
Someone had thrown over a life preserver with a carbide canister attached.
A brilliant white light spread over the surface of the water.
It illuminated the life preserver, the water around the ship.
It threw against the heavy wall of fog a strange, distorted shadow of the ship running to the disputed island.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were representing Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned me. He was extremely excited.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, He said he needed his gun. He said it was on the top of the dresser. He requested me to bring the gun to him on the deck.”
“I see.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled sarcastically patiently.
“Where the hell from was he telephoning to you?”
“He said he was telephoning from the bow of the ship.”
“Sure?”
“How can I? All I know what he said to me.”
“You had recognized his voice?”
“He was my husband. Wasn’t he? Can’t I recognize even my own husband’s voice?” Al Zohrah Al Bittol asked ACP Suraiyā Jamāl bitterly.
“That’s what I am asking you myself.”
“She is already biased against me, Durgesh. Don’t you see?”
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is right, Suraiyā .” I said gravely, “You are a police officer. Act properly. If Al Zohrah Al Bittol can prove you act biased against her, you can be prosecuted for misusing your powers. She is too a taxpayer. You have to protect her civilian rights too.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me sarcastically.
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is a Kħālāzād cousin of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, do you know?”*
I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
“Suraiyā,” I said patiently, “How many times I have told you not to be prejudiced, even infinitesimally, against any one you suspect. You are not a judge, you are only a police officer. I’ve told you already, she has met me now. How can she tell me how many Kħālāzād, Māmūzād, Buāzād, Chachāzād etc. sisters she does have?”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Be blind deliberately as much as the damn you want to be, only because she is extremely beautiful and she is fucking you now herself to protect herself. I’m not a man, thanks, thanks God, Allah. She can’t blind me.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“She is jealous of me, Durgesh.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled bitterly.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told you he was telephoning you from the bow of the ship?”
“That’s right.”
“I see.”
“He said it was a matter of life and death for him. I had to come fast with his revolver.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, fucking me savagely now.
Her bottom was moving up and down on my Uncut Hindu Penis, taking it into her Musalmān Cunt every time when it was down.
“What did you do when he asked you to do so?”
“I jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on.”
“So that you can fuck Durgesh sooner to win him on your side?”
“So that I can save him before it’s too late, if it was really a matter of life and death for him.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said curtly.
“How nice of you.”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said tersely, “How nice of me! Why the hell are you questioning me if you are so prejudiced against me already?”
“Oh, it’s routine, Umm-Al-Åālmīn.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl answered exaggerating her politeness ironically, “How lucky you are that you are extraordinary stunning. If you weren’t, you couldn’t have fucking Durgesh and I would have arrested you easily.”
“I sympathize with you, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
Suddenly, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s cellular phone rang.
“Yes, SP Zubaydah Bābar, Have you got the fingerprints report? Okay. That’s fine. Nice job, so fast. Congrats. Tell me what did you find? Any of the receivers had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s fingerprints?”*
I felt a feminine palm on my arm.
I looked at her.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was still visiting the triumphant Musalmān Cunt of Al Zohrah Al Bittol vigorously.
It was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was dressed in pajamas and slippers, bundling a robe around her.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t alone.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was also with her.
I watched both of them.
They were more understanding than the rest of them.
Moreover, they both knew it was not actually the disputed island only that we were on this yacht now.
It was actually the excuse only.
The Pseudo Musalmīn were trying to make even Ved Nagar hot for Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had already ‘exiled’ him from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
She thought only Ved Nagar could protect her Abbū now from the ever crazy Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn.
“What happened?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
“What do you know yourself? Tell me first.” I said gravely, “Then I’d tell you what I know, but you don’t.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me, ignoring that I was entirely nude now on my back, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was nude too entirely, she was straddling me and fucking me wildly.
It was routine in Ved Nagar, and in my daily life too.
“I heard someone shout ‘Man Overboard’ and a splash.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Did you hear a shot?” I asked.
“I heard an explosion of some sort.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, watching me prudently.
She could not believe it could happen on my ship, without any prior information to me.
What the hell was happening?
Was Durgesh himself playing a deep game to protect someone?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t be murdered in this way on Durgesh’s yacht.
Even an utmost foolish murderer would never do it, let it be any wife of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself.
She knew Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had especially consulted Durgesh about his utmost greedy relatives.
Was it Durgesh‘s strategy for Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to get rid of his ever greedy relatives?*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly.
“I knew you would advise him something like that.”
She was on her knees and I was fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus from her glorious behind.
I looked at her innocently.
“What the hell are you talking about, my extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was under constant surveillance of our Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement detectives.”
“And you think I didn’t know it?”
“If you knew it why all the strategy ab initio?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me incredulously.
“You and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were planning to declare Al Muħammad Al Qāsim legally incompetent to deal with his own money and assets. He has transferred all of them to his own legal heirs in his will already. He is dead now legally. You can’t get him declared incompetent now. He has gone underground.”
“I never knew you were so afraid of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed triumphantly.
I smiled ironically.
“You call it fear, I call it precaution.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, scornfully.
His brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s money had converted her into an utmost greedy bitch.
He had proposed her to get a divorce from him.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed at his proposal.
“You can’t get away from me, in this way, my dear husband.”
“I’m not your husband any more.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly to her, “Durgesh is your practical husband now.”
“Almost entire Musalmān Beauties, almost entire Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh/other capable Hindus extra martially, because their ever incurable ever religious Musalmān husbands can’t satisfy them sexually…”
“Bosh and nonsense.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs cut her short, “It’s not sex only you Musalmān Beauties, you Musalmān houseladies , are after Durgesh/Hindus for.”
“Oh,”
“You want to get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too. You want to get rid of our backward image too. You want to get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs charged his ever shrewd wife scornfully.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled ironically.
“And we should never do it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t answer this blunt question.
“Well,”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“Even if you are right, what’s wrong in it, if we Musalmān Beauties, we Musalmān houseladies, really do it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our backward image if we can get rid of it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too, if we can? Shouldn’t we get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too, if we can? If you don’t want to get rid of these images, it’s alright with us. We are not compelling you to do it. Then why do you criticize us? Are we your slaves, not your Musalmān houseladies?”*
As soon as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said she had heard an ‘explosion of some sort’, I ordered,
“Rig up the searchlights.”
A man from the top of the pilothouse said,
“I’m getting it, sir.”
The canvas covers were ripped off the searchlights.
A moment later the arcs sputtered into brilliance.
The long shafts of light pushed themselves against the opalescent fog to be swallowed up in milky nothingness.
“Try the stern,” I said, “a little back of that life preserver.”
The searchlights swung out to play on the water around the flare that was attached to the life preserver.
A small boat splashed into the water.
There was the sound of oars and a boat rowed rapidly down the stream, then turned and came back against the current.
A man standing in the bow bent down, searching the water by the aid of a beam from a five cell hand flashlight.
“Let’s get everyone on deck. Find out if anyone’s missing as ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is claiming that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is. Let’s confirm what’s actually happened.”
I turned at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Have you seen anyone else?”
“A man standing in the stern. I take it he was one of the crew.”
“Anything else?”
“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol significantly, “A woman running down the deck, clad in her night clothes.”
“Do you know her?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pointed at Al Zohrah Al Bittol.*
Chapter 54
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 48
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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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 28
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Chapter 28
Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah
I hadn’t another alternative.
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was right.
To hell with every ethics whatsoever.
A human life is more important than everything is, including ethics too.
That’s what even Hinduism believes in.
Why otherwise Lord Vishñu had deceived his sisters in law, his Salhajs, Vr’ndā and Tulsī and made love to them?
Wasn’t it to destroy their Satītv and Pātivratý to Shankhchūđ and Jalandhar?
Wasn’t it to save humanity from the totalitarians Shankhchūđ and Jalandhar?
Who says it was incest?
No, it wasn’t incest.
It was not done to fulfill his own male animal desires at all.
Why did Lord Rām kill Vāli hiding behind a tree?
Why did Lord Kr’shñ made Yudhishŧhir to lie that Ashvatthāmā had been killed?
Hinduism never had impractical ethics detrimental to humanity.
Yet, even then, I was careful enough not to forget there might be movie/ video cameras and/or other devices to frame us, all the three of us.
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was undressing Shaguftah Rashīd as fast as she could.
I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
She was already busy in searching the surroundings with a fine-toothed comb.
How pleasant it is to have an utmost competent police officer with you to assist you when you need very much.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had already suspected the same, as I did it was more than evident.
Even in her unconsciousness, Shaguftah Rashīd had spread her legs as if inviting me to make love to her.
I approached Shaguftah Rashīd between her legs.
How beautiful she was.
I was already hardened abundantly.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā had given me everything I needed ever quite in abundance.
Her nude Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān female body was extremely beautiful.
I kissed her enticing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Both Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl winked at me and raised their right thumb.
They smiled as if wishing me ‘best of luck’, as well as success in saving Shaguftah Rashīd’s life.
I put my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Prick between the quivering labial lips of Shaguftah Rashīd and started to rub my knob there.
Shaguftah Rashīd smiled in unconsciousness as if enjoying it very much herself.
I didn’t know what her own reaction would be that I made love to her to save her life, after gaining consciousness.*
Even though it was abundant now that Musalmān Beauties were themselves wooing Hindu men to have sex with them, having their own lavish reasons, I couldn’t deny the fact that so many of them changed their tune after enjoying Uncut Hindu Prick to their hearts’ content.
And why shouldn’t they?
The Pseudo Musalmīn were always after them.
Even the terrorists were also after the Musalmān Beauties having sexual relations with me and/or other Hindus.
Both the terrorists and Pseudo Musalmīn thought it was their disgrace as well as the disgrace of Pseudo Islam too.
Unlike true Islam Pseudo Islam could never afford it.
Pseudo Islam was a communal and imperialist movement.
That’s why all the true Musalmīn and the Musalmān Beauties having marital/sexual relations with Hindus, were always with Hindus and other humanists against terrorists and Pseudo Musalmīn.
I entered my Uncut Hindu Prick into Shaguftah Rashīd’s extremely enticing Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt ultimately.
It vanished entirely to the hilt.
I kissed unconscious Shaguftah Rashīd feeling completely content now.*
Well, why shouldn’t I?
Yes, I was saving her life from her extremely communal inhuman Musalmān husband/ unknown enemy.
But why can’t I enjoy it as well?
To hell with the impractical moralists, unreasonable moralizers, unrealistic preachers, unfeasible critics, unworkable philosophers, unrealistic puritans, impractical saints, and impractical prudes, if they criticize me on it.
Most of them had only thought of it.
They never experienced it.
I started fucking Shaguftah Rashīd passionately and wildly rather.
Being an utmost successful Sex Therapist I knew she needed it.
Even in her unconsciousness, Shaguftah Rashīd was not only enjoying my passionate Hindu sex kicks very much, she was also cooperating with me, rather responding my passionate Hindu sex kicks even more passionately and more wildly.
She was thrusting her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt toward me lying on her back.
She had already put her legs on my shoulders.
Suddenly ACP Suraiyā Jamāl addressed me.
“Well, Durgesh darling, I think you would like to see it.”
I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl fucking Shaguftah Rashīd more and more passionately.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
She was also busy in searching the surroundings.
Ostensibly, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk wasn’t interested in what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had found out.
It was a passport however.
I looked questioningly at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl used her eyes to warn me that she wanted her finding to hide from Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
I didn’t look at Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk with tremendous effort and extended my right hand to get the passport ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was advancing to me.
It again took a tremendous effort not to give away when I saw the passport had the photo of Shaguftah Rashīd okay, but her name on the passport was not Shaguftah Rashīd.
It was Nauhīd Niyāzī.*
Before I could pull myself together, Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk also twisted at me and extended a gun to me.
“What?” I stopped pulling my Uncut Hindu Prick out of Shaguftah Rashīd’s/ Nauhīd Niyāzī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
It was fully embedded into her.
“I’ve found it in her dressing drawer.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said gravely.
“What the hell you are talking about?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl whirled at Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk didn’t answer ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
She waved the gun at me.
“Durgesh darling,” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said curtly, “I’m quite certain it’s one of the guns Imām Muħammad Ħasan keeps at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for the protection of his Musalmān Beauties and Hindu male members from the terrorists and Pseudo Musalmīn.”
My Uncut Hindu Prick was throbbing into Nauhīd Niyāzī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt fully embedded still now.
There wasn’t any indication on Nauhīd Niyāzī’s extremely beautiful face that she was conscious at all and understanding how incriminating evidences both ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk had found against her.
She was still unconscious and enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
“How do you know?” I asked Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk taking the gun from her hand.
I had wrapped a handkerchief however before taking the gun from the hand of Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk looked at me gravely.
“I have seen the guns Imām Muħammad Ħasan keeps there.”
“You are also a member of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club as your employer is?”
“Of course, and I also own quite a stock of shares there too.”
“I see.” I started fucking Nauhīd Niyāzī once again.
However, I wasn’t certain even now that her real name was Nauhīd Niyāzī.
She had acquired a property at Ved Nagar in the name of Shaguftah Rashīd.
It was never possible if her real name was not Shaguftah Rashīd.
Ved Nagar was not only what it appeared to be ostensibly.
It wasn’t easy to pull wool on the eyes of the security authorities of Ved Nagar.
I watched the gun in my hand.
It was a .22 caliber HVSI revolver, more beautiful, yet similarly more dangerous, than a similar Smith and Wesson revolver.
It was stamped with a number in its metal, imh 59786.
The number evidenced that the gun was made on the special order from Imām Muħammad Ħasan, imh was its proof.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk might telling the truth.
Yet, none could guarantee Imām Muħammad Ħasan was the only person working for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club having the initials imh.
The gun was of a special make exclusively made for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.*
Kħadījah Muħammad and I could hear the rapid click clack… click clack… click clack of heels in the corridor.
Kħadījah Muħammad was in her rukū and I was fucking her once more from her behind.
I indicated to Kħadījah Muħammad to open the door.
She did it gravely.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at both of us.
“Thank you so much for waiting, Durgesh, I’m sorry I’m late. I just couldn’t make it any sooner.”
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah over carefully and said,
“Come in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. You know Kħadījah Muħammad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “fortunately. The lucky lady, enjoying the great Durgesh.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.
“Well, Durgesh has just cum into me. You may take over, if you want to.”
“Hey, thank you. Thank you very much. I never thought you’d be so nice.”
I pulled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah in my arms.
“You are my role model.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Nonsense, don’t try to imitate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed, “She is crazy to imitate me.”
“Yes, and that’s why she is successful now in eliminating the age old kingdom of Al Saåūds from Saůūdī Årab. Even on the pathway of establishing Democracy everywhere in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.”
“You too appreciate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“Who doesn’t of us Musalmān Beauties whether Wahābī, Sunnī, Shiå, Aħmadī or else?”
“You are right.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“Thank you. However there is some difference between the ways Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I imitate you.”
“Allah, you both are trying to make me something more than I myself feel to be.” Kħadījah Muħammad tried to be modest.
“I appreciate your modesty.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “However, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan imitates you blindly while I tried to do something more you didn’t, yet Durgesh deserved to be done with.”
I laughed.
“Hey you two! What the hell you think I am?”
“The greatest Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties in the entire history of humanity. Kħadījah Muħammad raped you when she met you first. But I kidnapped you first, and then raped you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at both of us.
“Mar béħayā!” I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.
“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kissed me back gratefully, as if highly indebted to me.
I myself undressed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and then I started fucking her.
“Thank you once again.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked gratefully at Kħadījah Muħammad, “I never thought you’d honor me by gifting Durgesh to me.”
“You are most welcome.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled at her big heartedly, “He is fucking me nonstop for hours. I wanted some time to breathe myself. You are an Allahdād opportunity.”
“Thank you.”
“I notice you’re breathless and excited. How about some juice, or even some drink if you prefer?”
“Well, that’s very nice of you. However, no thanks. Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis into my ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt would give me everything I need.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s what I thought.”
“I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you for it.”
“It’s alright. Go ahead and enjoy. What’s the problem anyway?”
My Uncut Hindu Prick was already lubricated from the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal juices of Kħadījah Muħammad.
Now, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was herself wet too.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was fully embedded now in a new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had pushed her extremely beautiful glorious gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my male Hindu lap and was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock entirely vanished into her eagerly responsive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal depths.
“Durgesh, my Hindu love, it’s a long story.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Go ahead. Nothing to worry. Tell me everything. Dump it to me and forget it.”*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Well, you know, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. That was before Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī was married. We each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares. We gave it to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I’ve always liked her. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī is rather naïve. But her shrewd daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan full of endless tact now has managed to pick up the five shares of stock that we had given to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī.”
I smiled.
“And you think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants to pry in your business?”
“I thought so at the time.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly, “When your JetMusalmān Beauties Queen, your utmost dearest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the entirely shameless nudist feminist, the new everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab, handed over the stock for transfer, she joked about being a silent partner. But I think there’s something far more sinister back of it.”
I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah passionately, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till only its head remained inside between her ravenous quivering labial lips, squeezed her boobs and then thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock all the way inside wildly.
She jumped on her back enjoying the miraculous Hindu sex kicks very much.
Her legs were on my nude Hindu shoulders and I was on top of her between her beautiful legs.
My Uncut Hindu Cock vanished into her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to the hilt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled her indebtedness to me, thanking me with her extremely beautiful eyes.
She kissed me passionately responding my loving Hindu attacks.
I was playing with her plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wouldn’t be any problem to you. Don’t worry, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Leave the Sālī to me.”
“She is very dangerous, Durgesh.”
“Not to my women.”
“You protect Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan despite her every naughty activity. She must be disciplined, Durgesh, at least to you.”
“Okay, relax now. Forget her. Leave Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to me. I’d tell her not to interfere with you anymore.”
“The problem is Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī married Muħammad Ůsmān a little over a year ago, about eighteen months ago.”
“I understand.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made a little gesture.
It was more expressive than words.
“The bastard manages my sister’s money.”
“Not any more, dear.”
“He doesn’t need to.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly.
“What do you mean?”
“I think Muħammad Ůsmān isn’t a fool enough to wait indefinitely. As soon as her plan to kill Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī, in that accident, backfired he went to his other alternative. He has already done he wanted to do. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī, in my opinion, has already lost her stock.”
“You haven’t any proof against Muħammad Ůsmān, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Never forget it. You only suspect him.” I said gravely.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched me apprehensively.
“What do you want to say, Durgesh? I should forget he staged that accident? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī would have died in it if her subconscious mind hadn’t received my warnings and acted accordingly.”
“That’s right. But we haven’t any evidence that it had been staged by Muħammad Ůsmān.”
“Do you want to say that he is innocent?”
“No, certainly not. We haven’t any evidence either that he is innocent even.”
“So?”
“We must be cautious. Yet, we must not forget that even Muħammad Ůsmān maybe innocent.”
“I don’t think so.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah knows the true state of her finances?”
“Now she is.”
“Now?”
“Now.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly. “Muħammad Ůsmān is himself not a damnfool. He still flatters Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and complains that we have punished him unjustifiably. We haven’t given him even any benefit of doubt.”
“Well, I myself told you so when you both the sisters were adamant to cuckold him.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement had blinded us.”
“Now, think, if Muħammad Ůsmān turns out innocent, how would we face him?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed ironically.
“If.”
“I appreciate his daring and patience, however.”
“What do you mean?”
“Even now, when we’ve cuckolded him, Muħammad Ůsmān acts righteous. He says Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement has blinded us both more than even you are. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is your living sex goddess, yet you still don’t support Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan blindly. You still give Musalmīn the benefit of doubt that most of us Musalmān Beauties even don’t.”
“I agree with him.”
“Nonsense! Muħammad Ůsmān understands the attentions women crave. You know how it is with a Musalmān when his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife has money, as Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has. It isn’t a shame for Musalmīn they learn it eagerly.”
“Not only Musalmīn, there are other non Musalmīn that also act similarly.”
“And that solves our problem?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Are you tired of protecting us Musalmān Beauties from our oppressor Musalmān husbands?”
“Not yet.” I smiled impishly.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal grip around it on its entire length.
“Ouch! What are you doing?” I moaned.
“Stop acting impish when you fuck me.”
“Sālī!”
“Are you really sixty three?”
“What do you mean?”
“When I kidnapped you, you were only thirty one and I was twenty eight.”
“I contradicted you even then.”
“I have checked your entire electoral record, income tax record, sale tax record etcetera. You were born on 2nd February 1979.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has managed to change my entire papers everywhere.”
“No one believes you. You lack to provide optimum evidence for it.”
“What do you want to say, I’m thirty three only?”
“That’s what your every record in India proves, and even your record elsewhere.”
“Ask Kħadījah Muħammad when she raped me.”
“Isn’t she crazy for you enough, to vouch for everything you say?”
“Well?” I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tartly.
“Play ball with us JetMusalmān Beauties, Durgesh. Don’t try to avoid us. Don’t you ever think your obsession for mature Musalmān Beauties has already gone far afield?”
I gritted my teeth.
“Are you a member of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“Only because I’m thirty?”
“I’ve told you the other activities from you already, haven’t I?”
She winked at me.
“Fuck the entire JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and enjoy méré Hindu Piyā.”
“I would have cheerfully if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were not using it for her political purposes.”
“I don’t believe you. Peruse what Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors write on faith freedom.org. When you prove them wrong we Musalmān Beauties would accept the Pseudo Musalmīn are not punishable by ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Never before it. Muħammad Ůsmān isn’t a moderate Musalmān because, there doesn’t exist any moderate Musalmān.”
“According to Dr. Ali Sina.”
“According to facts, damn it. Don’t tell me now that you Hindus are now tired of us Musalmān Beauties. I can’t believe even you Hindus are now afraid of Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, Criminals/ Criminal Minded persons.”
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Chapter 20
Durgesh Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb
It looked good.
Given its placement, the whip drew the eyes to the curves of her gorgeous Musalmān breasts and added more visual appeal to the beautiful young woman.
“Now replace the bloody whip with your Uncut Hindu Cock.” Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb suddenly winked at me.
“What?” I couldn’t believe I’d heard her right.
“That’s right. Do it. Fuck me you Hindu stupid. Today is my birthday. I want your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund as my birthday present.”
“Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb, are you crazy?”
“Certainly not, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Instead, you are crazy who really believed I won’t fuck you.”
“Undress yourself and mount me.”
I hesitated somewhat.
“Don’t hesitate. Can’t you see? You’ve bound me on your bed. If I shout now, who wouldn’t believe that you are raping me?”
“I never thought you’d do it to me.”
The contrast of the black leather whip with the yellow-dominated pajama shirt also attracted my attention.
The result was that I gazed upon Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb’s chest for far longer than was needed, and once I realized what I was doing, I felt myself excited to have sex myself with this Just eighteen Just adult Musalmān Beauty.
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.
They had successfully made me more ravenous to have sex with the Just eighteen Just adult Musalmān Beauties instead of having sex with the mature Musalmān Beauties suitable for my own age.
In the ancient and medieval times the shamelessly cruel, less human and more beast, Årab Musalmān Slave Traders used to do it to sell their young adult Musalmān lady slaves.
Now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad are doing it to me.
I stood and turned away from her in an attempt to hide my discomfort.
“It’s okay,” I heard her say softly, “Come on, fuck me. You don’t need to be embarrassed at all.”
Sure of what she meant now, I turned to face her again, even though I could still feel the heat of my lust for her.
“I don’t mind if you look at me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Muħammad Ålī’s Sister clarified smiling. “To be honest, I don’t mind if you even fuck me wildly. That’s what I really was after. Come on.”
Her expressive hazel eyes were full of truth and trust.
The truth was not a surprise, as the few times I could ever remember her lying to me was to protect a surprise she was preparing for me.
Yet the trust…
Her trust touched me deeply.
Her trust in me was the reason that she was bound to my bed at all, but the depth of her trust conveyed by her eyes…
Somehow, that trust gave me the strength I needed to reinvigorate my professionalism.
I felt the discomfort dissipating, although I bent over the bed long enough to kiss her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān virgin cunt.
It was a bonding moment which transcended her physical bondage, one which I knew would cause her spirit to soar in that reaffirmation of the connection she and I had shared for more than twenty years.
Only then did I finally retrieve the movie camera and, put it at the foot of the bed, began to record the movie.
My Uncut Hindu Lund’s position was changed multiple times upon her chest and then later moved to her groin where it was also featured in multiple positions.
I lost track of time, my mind fully focused instead on the lighting, the camera position, occasionally giving her an instruction to create an even better pose for the movie camera.
And then, the camera set atop the dresser, I sat beside her on the bed again, retrieving my Uncut Hindu Lund and gently dangling its tip across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just eighteen Just adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb smiled at the gesture, and that emboldened me as I dragged my Uncut Hindu Lund down her neck, down her chest, and repeatedly brushed it gently and slowly back and forth across her gorgeous Musalmān breasts.
Her eyes fluttered closed as her head tipped back upon the pillow, her arms pulling against the tethered cuffs, her back arching noticeably, her lips parting.
What I was doing to her was clearly more and more arousing for her, and even though she was Muħammad Ålī’s Sister, I felt a sense of pride in being able to give her such a unique, kinky pleasure.
I couldn’t preach her not to do it.
She would’ve gone to someone else.
Wasn’t that more dangerous?
Wasn’t it better to do it myself?
The gentle brushing of her gorgeous Musalmān breasts did not last very long ― maybe thirty seconds at most ― but when I finally set my Uncut Hindu Lund beside her on the bed, Muħammad Ålī’s Sister whimpered sadly, sounding very much like a puppy who wanted to be fed but had no one available to open a bag of dog food.
Glancing back to her chest, I noticed a pair of small indentations pressing against the inside of her pajama shirt.
“I guess that really did feel good for you,” I said softly, smiling with amusement.
“Yeah…” Her voice was breathy, sultry, and almost intimate.
She finally opened her eyes and looked up at me again, the trust still prominent within her hazel orbs.
“Can we do a few more pictures?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied. “What did you have in mind?”
She hesitated slightly, which was again a significant sign and made me wonder exactly what she had in mind.
“Would you unbutton me and do a few with your Uncut Hindu Lund across my naked chest?”
I definitely had not expected that request, not from Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb.
“Are you really sure you want me to fuck your…” I began, unable to complete the sentence as my mind attempted to reconcile her request with the deeply internalized norms of society.
“I’m sure,” she affirmed, adding a slow nod. “Just do titty-fuck me now, okay?”
Time seemed to again slow considerably as I leaned over her.
This time, I did not attempt to purposely avoid Muħammad Ålī’s Sister’s breasts.
Beginning with the top button, I slowly exposed her feminine parts to my eyes for the very first time, and when the unbuttoned pajama shirt was finally spread open to provide a full view of her uncovered breasts, I wasn’t even slightly embarrassed by the soft sound of admiration I heard escaping from my own lips.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb blushed a little, but otherwise showed absolutely no reaction.
Her nipples were still hard little points, fleshy pink pebbles adorning her gorgeous Musalmān breasts.
To My amazement, she had only the faintest of tan lines indicating that she had ever worn a bra, which made me wonder if she was a regular user of tanning beds or if perhaps she took advantage of the tall fencing surrounding the tiny back yard of the house she shared with Taħsīn Jalāl Sheikħ to tan topless or even fully nude.
Once again, I became consciously aware of my own extreme arousal.
I was also consciously aware of how much I wanted to touch her in an intimate way.
Although my hands had done the actual deed, she had bared a significant area of her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.
It was so very tempting to reach to her chest and gently squeeze a breast.
Fortunately, I felt society’s call, which caused me to turn my attention to my Uncut Hindu Lund instead.
Carefully, I placed my Uncut Hindu Lund diagonally across her chest, nestling it between her beautiful breasts, my hand inherently brushing against one of her swells and noting its warmth.
My eyes locked with hers, and she smiled slightly as if attempting to reassure me that she did not mind the contact from me, her older Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties!
I rose from the bed, retrieved the camera, and was once again at work.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, and so selfless.
And amazingly, she appeared to be completely at peace despite being bound to the bedposts with my Uncut Hindu Lund draped across her naked chest.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb took my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and started playing with it.
Almost half an hour Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb played with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then she kissed and licked it passionately.
It wasn’t easy not to blast premature.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started sucking me wildly.
I smiled and fucked her mouth enjoying now it very much.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb sucked me for hours.
I blasted gallons of my Hindu Vīrý into her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb swallowed it all gratefully indebted to me.
Then she smiled at me.
“Thank you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Now please untie me and fuck me wildly until I exist.”*
I fucked Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb in every position she requested me to fuck her.
Not on that day only.
It went on for complete one month nonstop.
She declared it was our honeymoon and she was my new Live in Relationship Partner now.
I granted her request.
I had to.
She was also a hyper sexual and perhaps only I was the suitable sex partner for her too.*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Makkan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt very much.
“We offered Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah a one o’clock appointment, thinking that might make her back out. She understood Kħadījah Muħammad and me both very well. She was the young adult Musalmān Beauty that herself raped me. She…”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl laughed.
“How many Musalmān Beauties have raped you till now, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
I smiled myself somewhat proudly, somewhat impishly, somewhat incensed.
“Sālī, that doesn’t mean you Musalmān Beauties are stronger than me.”
“Okay, Almighty, how many?”
I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Cock out of ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s still much younger Makkan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside.
Then I pushed it ferociously with so much strength and lust that even ACP Suraiyā Jamāl jumped up in her rukū.
She squeezed her lower lip strongly with her upper teeth to the extent that even some blood came out from her lower lip.
My penetration of her still much younger Makkan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was far more much stronger than ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had anticipated.
“Why are you asking?”
“How many? Don’t try to avoid the question as I won’t allow you to do so.”
“I can understand what you want to say.” I held her nude waist strongly, pulled out my Uncut Hindu Cock once again out of ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s still much younger Makkan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside.
Then I pushed it more ferociously with so much strength and lust that even ACP Suraiyā Jamāl jumped up in her rukū despite her every effort not to jump up.
She squeezed her lower lip strongly once more, with her upper teeth to the extent that even some blood came out from her lower lip once again.
My penetration of her still much younger Makkan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was even far more much stronger than ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had anticipated this time too.
Then I was repeating my action again and again more and more ferociously.
It was not easy for even ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to bear my sexual assaults effortlessly.
“Tear up my Musalmān Cunt with your almighty Uncut Hindu Lund but you have to answer my question. How many Musalmān Beauties have raped you till now, Hindu almighty?”
“Sālī, yes, they are countless. So what?”
“My poor Durgesh darling, méré béchāré Hindu Piyā, poor Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké béchāré Hindu Kħasam, poor Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl teased me smiling.
“Shut up.” I said, “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed at the appointment.”
“Let’s start working from the other end.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl suggested, “Let’s find out from Shaguftah Rashīd…”
“Stop daydreaming. We haven’t found her even. Kħadījah Muħammad is still trying in my Param Purush Ummahāt-Al-Åālmīn Param Prāsād, Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Antarvyom, interspace,”
“Contact her. Maybe she has found out something till now.”
“You are right.” I said.
I tried my mobile.
It showed the network busy.
There was a telephone too.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl marched to it on her knees and elbows.
I was still behind her fucking her passionately now.
I called Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Hi, Kħadījah Muħammad, anything new, Mérī Jān?”
“Are you fucking someone?”
“Yes,” I smiled proudly, “How the hell did you know?”
“The ferocious sounds of your consummating sex with her, those of the ferocious sexual assaults and penetrations are clearly audible even here on the phone.”
“Smart girl,” I said appreciatively, “Our poor ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is getting my ferocious appreciation for her extraordinary Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
“Moderate your sexual assaults on her. Otherwise she would be incapable to assist you as a competent police officer. Your Uncut Hindu Prick is too strong to accommodate when you are in this mood.”
“You are right. Hell, everyone is right perhaps at present, except me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Never mind. Is there anything new?”
“None, sorry. Haven’t been able to get a thing.” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “I find there are three branches of Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops, each with a separate phone. I’ve been calling them in turn.”
“No answer?”
“No answer.”
“Well, we’ve got a lead on Iqbāl Rashīd. Yet, we couldn’t locate him. I left word that Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Muħammad Ålī’s partner, was to call as soon as he comes in.”
“Would he really help us? You are fucking his entire Musalmān houseladies. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is his real daughter and she is fucking you openly in public places too. Imām Muħammad Ħasan might feel himself extremely humiliated.”
“Yaar, I don’t think Imām Muħammad Ħasan is such an idiot that he can’t differentiate between what I’m doing and what his real daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā, is. It’s Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fucking me openly in public places. I’m not.”
“And if Imām Muħammad Ħasan refused to understand his daughter is actually a nudist feminist, then…”
“Let’s cross that bridge when we reach it. Why think negative prematurely?”
“You are right.”
“If you get an address, call police headquarters direct.”
“Tell Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī to ask for Inspector Pratāp.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said.
“Ask for Inspector Pratāp.” I went on, “Tell him to rush some radio officers out to Shaguftah Rashīd’s apartment, and break in the door if they have to.”
I hung up.
“Suraiyā, suppose there’s any use calling Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club? After all Imām Muħammad Ħasan might not have telephoned protesting me.”
“That’s right.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said.
Balancing herself on her knees and one of her elbows, she punched her mobile.
I looked down and saw something green under the table on which the telephone rested.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl caught my attention.
Before I could stoop down, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl picked it up and gave it to me.
“Handkerchief?” I commented.
“That’s right, a woman’s handkerchief.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said, “it may belong to Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.”
“Nope!” I snapped, “you gave it to me before studying it yourself optimum. There are three letters embroidered in it: FMA.”
“Let’s not jump on conclusions.”
“Okay. Imām Muħammad Ħasan came in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club just now, according to what the girl says. He may have been there some time. Protesting you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan might have decided not to bother with a call. I’m having her put Imām Muħammad Ħasan on… Hello, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. This is ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. I left word for you to call police headquarters. Why didn’t you do it? Not cooperating with the police?… Well, isn’t it funny that you just got there as I was telephoning?”
There was an interval.
During that the receiver made noises.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl winked at me.
“Well,” She interrupted abruptly, “never mind all the explanations. I know, because your real daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a nudist feminist, she deliberately uses to have sex with Durgesh, openly in public places, to humiliate you Pseudo Musalmīn. You feel humiliated. But Durgesh isn’t responsible for what your legally adult daughter does to humiliate you Pseudo Musalmīn.”
The receiver again made noises.
“I don’t let you interrupt my police investigation. Your matter with Durgesh and your nudist feminist daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan… She isn’t nudist feminist? Well, I don’t agree with you… Never mind, listen to me. I want to know where the hell Shaguftah Rashīd lives… Don’t threaten me with the high approach of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I know despite all the vulgarity in its name, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is a legal international organization. So what?”
The receiver made noises once more.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl again listened to it patiently.
Then she said rather curtly.
“Shaguftah Rashīd must have a residence somewhere. She is one of the major shareholders of your internationally esteemed Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. You must have the addresses of your entire shareholders, major or minor. I want to get to Shaguftah Rashīd right away. What’s that? You are forgetting that you are talking with the ACP responsible for law and order here at Ved Nagar. Well, why the hell don’t you open the bloody safe immediately and look it up? Imām Muħammad Ħasan, I’m not pleased with your cooperation with us… Yes, please do that and inform me immediately. You may report it to the President of India himself. I don’t give a damn when I’m investigating something. Inform me first and then report my behavior to any highest authority you damn please. I won’t wait very much.”*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me.
“The bloody scoundrel is covering up something now, I know. Imām Muħammad Ħasan was pouring explanations and apologies. That’s a sure sign. The bastard is so communal that he was trying to annoy even me with repeating the club’s dastardly name Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club more and more even unnecessarily to feel me humiliated myself. He was trying to impress me that the ever aggressive ever sullying Hindus and their ever horniest Musalmān Beauties have named the club such reprehensible.”
“I understand.” I said gravely, “That’s the reason the Pseudo Islamic Countries have named the club internationally deliberately. They want no Hindu Musalmīn itteħād, no Hindu Muslim Unity anywhere. This name is so humiliating to Musalmīn that even the utmost moderate Musalmīn feel most humiliated and start hating Hindus and their horniest Musalmān Beauties, who otherwise never bother even to give a damn thought to such undignified matters.”
“I think we are on the right track.”
“Let’s hope so.”
“The Western businesspersons are also donating these Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs.”
“Sure, why not?” I commented dryly, “What the hell else we can expect from the persons who divided India when they were kicked out from there, by then Hindu Muslim Unity? Of course they are patronizing these Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs internationally, providing them immense monetary support as well as legal support too.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl again turned to the phone.
“Yes, hello. Isn’t Shaguftah Rashīd one of your major shareholders?… Well, where can you find out?… Imām Muħammad Ħasan, are you sure about that?… Don’t threat me you rascal. Do you want me to arrest you?… Yes,…yes,…Call President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln, herself, to support you and your dastardly named ‘thoroughly legal’ Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. She sleeps with Durgesh. Do you understand, impotent?… Go ahead. Try to harm me as much as your entire anti humanity machinery can ever do…Now listen you scoundrel, this is important.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl turned to me furiously.
“The impotent bastard is threatening me with the unconditional support of USA to Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club internationally.”
“Sure,” I said sharply, “why not? He wants you to arrest him so that they can make it an international issue. It would bring the name of the club internationally in headlines, disrupting Hindu Muslim Unity everywhere. Can’t you see? They are using the most ancient rotten policy of such immoral diplomats: ‘Divide and Rule’.”
“What should I do?”
“Don’t lose your mind. He is deliberately irritating you.”
“Yes, I think you are right.”
“Don’t arrest the impotent. He wants to get arrested. Try to act big hearted and ever forgiving.”
“I won’t.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said furiously, “I would never forgive the bastard.”
“Idiot, I’m not telling you to really forgive him. Play smarter since he is playing smart.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had, as if, fallen from the seventh sky.
Her most beautiful eyes widened as my point dawned on her.
“You…you are right. He is deliberately annoying me.”
“Now you understand the game. Play it smarter. Threaten him as much as you want to. But never arrest him. Never forget his Abbū, Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, is a senator now in USA.”
“But…”
“You are responsible for law and order here in Ved Nagar. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
“Ved Nagar is now the International Capital of India practically. Isn’t it?”
It took a great effort to ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to control herself.
“I don’t want a run around.” She said in the phone, “All right, all right, you haven’t any idea… Now, wait a minute. Does Shaguftah Rashīd have a social security number?… I see… Now listen, I may want to get you again. Don’t leave Ved Nagar without informing me personally. SMS me your personal mobile number so that I can call you whenever I damn please… Your Senator Abbū in USA can be made incapable to protect you if needed, my child. Don’t try to annoy your Ammījān ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. You would regret it.”*
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Chapter 18
Disconnecting the mobile, I pushed back my chair.
I got to my feet.
I stood keeping Kħadījah Muħammad on her knees and elbows.
I also stood on my knees behind her still gorgeous, still amazingly glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom.
“This thing’s goofy, ludicrous, absurd, Kħadījah Muħammad, Mérī Jān.” I pushed my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Lund into Kħadījah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hilt, “I don’t think the police are going to do anything.”
Kħadījah Muħammad squeezed the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Cock contracting her vaginal muscles skillfully.
She enjoyed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt still now very much.
I loved her so much I didn’t love even my legal wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.
I couldn’t help it.
Kħadījah Muħammad was hyper sexual herself as I was.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD wanted least sex.
She loved and married me not for my sexual prowess.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved and married me for my ‘exclusive unlimited humanity’ and my devotion to upraise the Muslimahs.
“You mean Muħammad Åbdullah…”
“No, no. He’ll certainly do his best. But his police…well, of course, they may find Shaguftah Rashīd in the voter’s register. Think back on that conversation. See if you can…”
“Wait a minute.” Kħadījah Muħammad abruptly said, “She was calling from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club alright. I could hear the male voices talking of their Stavans, Ved and Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā. The female voices were referring to Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah every now and then. And there were the melodious sweet sounds of consummating sex.”
“Very good.”
Kħadījah Muħammad went on.
“I could hear the sound of an orchestra too. It… wait a minute now. Don’t fuck me so excitedly. Just push your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hilt and stop keeping it fully embedded there. No pulling out. Not even a bit. Let me concentrate, please.”
“Sālī,” I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she requested and kept it there fully embedded to the hilt, “you Musalmān Beauties require my Uncut Hindu Lund fully embedded into your Musalmān Choot so that you may concentrate?”
Kħadījah Muħammad winked at me.
“That’s right, any objection?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also concentrates in this way, doesn’t she?”
“She is crazy to imitate you.” I retorted, “You are her role model. Everything whatsoever you have done with me, she is also doing blindly.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I’m proud of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Durgesh. I love her.”
“Saiyadah Fātimah PhD too loves her, but…”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done successfully what we both, your wife Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and I couldn’t do. That’s why we love her.”
“Yes, I do understand, but…”
“Yes, yes, let me concentrate. I remember hearing the background music too, I think. Please fuck me.”
“What?”
“Please fuck me wildly and let me concentrate.”
“Nonsense. If I fuck you wildly how can you concentrate?”
“You don’t know. You are not a woman. We women have different ways in so many things. Now fuck me you teaser.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t shout.”
“Wildly.”
“Wildly, Sālī, wildly.” I started fucking Kħadījah Muħammad wildly now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled once in the similar situation.
“Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī uses you. As I do.”
“What?”
“These are the times when we can make you to fuck us as wildly as we damn please.”
“Shame on you.”
“Everything is fair in love and war, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
“Well?” I asked Kħadījah Muħammad fucking her wildly after about fifteen minutes.
“Please continue.”
“Sālī, you…”
“You want me to concentrate, don’t you?”
“Kħadījah Muħammad, I’ll fuck you wildly till we exist, darling. But now it’s a matter of life and death for Shaguftah Rashīd.”
“Yes, you are right. But don’t forget your promise, will you?”
“Never.”
“To fuck me wildly till…”
“Yes, yes, now come on.”
“I remember the background music now. It was playing ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’.”
“Very good. Now we have only to find out where the hell in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club this background music ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’ has been played recently tonight. I love you, Kħadījah Muħammad. That’s great.”
“Don’t tell me verbally that you love me, put into action, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is already visiting my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Isn’t it?”*
I smiled and started obliging Kħadījah Muħammad.
“I think I can find out.” She smiled at me thankfully.
She started to use her mobile.
After some connections and disconnections she winked at me.
“Got it, Durgesh darling.”
“Her address?”
“I think we can get it.”
“What is it?”
“Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ved Nagar has played ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’. I connected to the club and asked if they knew a Shaguftah Rashīd. The hat check girl said she did. She said that Shaguftah Rashīd had been there this evening, but she had left early. She said she had a headache. I asked how we could find Shaguftah Rashīd’s address. She said she didn’t know. Yet, she thought one of the proprietors, Iqbāl Rashīd, knew where she lived.”
“Iqbāl Rashīd?”
“Iqbāl Rashīd.”
“Any relationship with Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked enthusiastically.
“I asked the hat check girl, but she didn’t know. Iqbāl Rashīd is out tonight, and couldn’t be reached.”
“Damn. You told her it was important?”
“Sure. I told her it was a matter of life and death.”
“Okay.”
I used my mobile to contact Commissioner of Police, Muħammad Åbdullah, again.
He was in the bathroom.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was authorized to handle Muħammad Åbdullah’s mobile in such events.
“Hello, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Durgesh here.” I said on the mobile gravely.
“Your name is flashing already on the screen. Want to fuck me now?”
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, I’ve told you I was requested by your own husband Muħammad Ålī.”
“I thought he could have requested once more to you to fuck his wife, rather his Ammījān now.”
“Give the mobile to Muħammad Åbdullah, your Chief.”
“He is in the bathroom.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I can reach you as early as possible.”
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, I called the Commissioner of Police, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“He is temporary unavailable. This is ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. Can I do anything for you? And I mean anything.”
I controlled myself.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was married to Muħammad Ålī when she wasn’t ACP.
However, she was an IPS even then, waiting for her first assignment as a police officer.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, it’s a matter of life and death.” I said curtly.
This time her voice became crisply businesslike.
“Okay. What is it?”
“I had a legal appointment with a Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah for one o’clock. I was waiting for her. In the meantime I received a call from some Shaguftah Rashīd I knew only by her name. I doubt even that name, Shaguftah Rashīd, maybe fictitious. Yet she rang up. She could barely talk over the mobile. She said she’d been poisoned. Someone had sent her poisoned candy. She certainly sounded about ready to pass out. Evidently the receiver either slipped from her hands and fell, or she keeled over while she was talking to me. Then the receiver was hung up before I could trace the call.”
“You haven’t fucked her ever?”
“Nonsense.”
“You fucked me faithfully being immensely loyal to your stepson that immediately accepted me his Ammījān.”
“Not immediately, Sālī, after two years.” I said curtly.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl controlled herself.
“You don’t know where she is?”
I held Kħadījah Muħammad’s slim waist with both my hands and kept fucking her wildly as she wanted.
“I’m coming to that.” I said on the mobile, “Kħadījah Muħammad did some fast thinking and some good detective work. I won’t take time to tell you about it unnecessarily. Yet the result is that Kħadījah Muħammad got a lead to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar. A Shaguftah Rashīd is known there. She was there in the evening. But apparently the underlings don’t know her address. An Iqbāl Rashīd runs the place, but he’s out. That’s the story in a nutshell. What do you say, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl?”
“Sounds like quite a bit of smoke.” The efficient police officer in ACP Suraiyā Jamāl prevailed on the woman inside her, “There may be some fire. But we haven’t a heck of a lot to go on.”
“Well, don’t say I didn’t tell the police.” I said curtly, “I’m not the police. I’m only a citizen. I’ve informed the police. Commissioner of police as far as I’m concerned. If someone finds Shaguftah Rashīd’s body tomorrow morning, and…”
“Wait a minute.” Again the efficient police officer in ACP Suraiyā Jamāl prevailed on the woman inside her, “Hold your Uncut Hindu Lund. Where are you now?”
Her protest against I fucked her was behind her new phrase ‘Hold your Uncut Hindu Lund’ instead of ‘Hold your horses’.
She used it to register her complaint whenever she talked with me.
“With Kħadījah Muħammad.” I replied.
“Want to take a run around to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar?”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be for you in about five minutes.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said, “Keep your Uncut Hindu Lund ready for me once more. Tell Kħadījah Muħammad you are going to fuck your daughter in law ACP Suraiyā Jamāl for the rest of the night. If you can be waiting down on the sidewalk, it’ll save that much time.”
“Suraiyā,”
“Yes my dear Hindu father in law I love to fuck, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
“Think we can do anything by phone?”
“I doubt it, Prāñnāth. I’m grateful that you recommended your stepson Muħammad Ålī for the proprietorship of this Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar. Yet, it won’t take over a few minutes to get there. Be all ready to jump in when you hear the siren. I’ll cut her loose.”
“Dil bhāvé par sar hilāvé, Sālī, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, your pseudo complaint is registered. I’ll be down there.”
I disconnected the mobile and holding Kħadījah Muħammad’s nude slim waist pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest.
Kħadījah Muħammad herself pushed her glorious glamorous gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī big firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu loins to receive my Uncut Hindu Lund as deepest as possible.
I blasted my Hindu Vīrý.
Kħadījah Muħammad was now the Ammī of my five brilliant Hindu sons.
Yet, she was still as young and as beautiful as she was when she first raped me.
They suspected Kħadījah Muħammad herself was a Parahuman, Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Kubrārza.
Kħadījah Muħammad closed her eyes in extreme ecstasy.
She was receiving my Hindu Vīrý once more deepest inside her as she always greeted it.
Dressing myself hastily I said,
“Okay, Ummil Mominīn, hold the fort. I may call you in a little later.”
“Watch out ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. She may eat you uncooked. You made enemy of an efficient police officer by granting the request of your stepson Muħammad Ålī.”
I smiled.
“Muħammad Ålī’s entire family had conspired it against her. He wasn’t alone.”*
I had scolded Muħammad Ålī.
“You must have told me that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had promised you the proprietorship of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar if you make me rape your wife Suraiyā Jamāl.”
“Papa Jī, what do you think, she married me for myself?” Muħammad Ålī complained.
I was as if fallen from the seventh sky.
“It was her own game.” Muħammad Ålī charged his wife, “She was an IPS. She wasn’t a damn fool. Neither she was physically incompetent to protect herself from you when you raped her, if she didn’t want it.”
“You may be right there.” I murmured thoughtfully.*
It took a minute or two for the elevator to get up to the floor I was with Kħadījah Muħammad.
It was my Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Antarvyom, interspace, of infinitely spread Param Purush Ummahāt-Al-Åālmīn Param Prāsād.
It wasn’t easy to understand its construction and functions for the persons who aren’t Parahumans or Posthumans at least.
It was an extremely complex theory of Metaphysics it was built on.
We called it Eīshān Vigyān.
The night watchman dropped me to the street level.
I had less than a minute to wait at the curb before I heard the scream of a siren.
I saw the blood red glare of a spotlight, and then ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was skidding a police Mercedes in close to the curb.
I jerked the door open and jumped in.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl immediately shifted herself from her driving seat to my lap.
I hadn’t another option except to shift to the driving seat myself.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl kissed me on my lips and accelerated the police Mercedes into such swift speed that if I wasn’t prepared for it, my head had certainly jerked back as the machine lurched forward.
“Fuck me.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl whispered.
“What?”
“Open my belt, undress me below my waist and fuck me if you really want me to help you in keeping alive your so called Shaguftah Rashīd.”
I hadn’t another option once again.
Even enjoying sex with me, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl concentrated on driving traffic.
After, Muħammad Ålī told her that she wasn’t his wife anymore, his Ammījān instead, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl started to sleep with me openly, with her mother in law on my one side and she herself on my other side.
I knew then first how hyper sexual ACP Suraiyā Jamāl herself was.
I understood very well why Muħammad Ålī couldn’t satisfy her.
She wasn’t made for the softies in sex like Muħammad Ålī.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl needed wild animal sex that perhaps only I could provide her.
Concentrating on driving, she bent forward in rukū’.
Even then her buttocks were more active in back and forth motion than my own waist was.
It was absolutely obvious that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl needed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ravenously.
She had taken benefit of my interest in Shaguftah Rashīd.
The police Mercedes screamed through the streets nonstop.
“Hang on.” She warned me as the police Mercedes screamed in a turn.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my balls and held her waist strongly to adjust with her driving.
I saw, she was enjoying both the excitement of my Uncut Hindu Lund tearing her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and the excitement of tearing through traffic with siren screaming and motor roaring.
Yet, with it all, the young lady ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was as cool and detached as a surgeon performing a delicate operation.
Her extremely beautiful Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face showed complete concentration and an entire lack of nervousness.
She slid to a stop in front of the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar.
We dressed ourselves competently, debouched from the police Mercedes and marched across the sidewalk.
“You are an excellent driver.” I smiled.
“Thank you and you are an excellent Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl also smiled.
“Thanks.” I squeezed her buttocks.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund to show her gratefulness and appreciation.
A big Paŧhān doorman, resplendent with uniform, saluted us.
I was known to him and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty despite her police uniform of ACP.
The Paŧhān doorman dashed for a speaking tube built into the wall.
He whistled three times sharply.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl led the way into the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.
“The hat-check girl, Suraiyā,” I said, “She knows something.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl nodded and moved to the counter.
She showed her identity card and stars to the hat check girl.
“Shaguftah Rashīd. Where can we find her?”
The hat check girl smiled watching ACP Suraiyā Jamāl playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It showed it was alright.
“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know. Someone was asking over the phone awhile back.”
“You know her?”
“Of course, ma’am.”
“Does she work here?”
“She doesn’t need to. She is a major shareholder here. She is one of the proprietors, I must say.”
“Beautiful?”
“Extremely, ma’am.”
“Interested in any particular Uncut Hindu Lund or any Uncut Hindu Lund would do?”
“Exclusively interested in only the Uncut Hindu Lund you are playing with.” The hat check girl smiled.
“One Man Woman?”
“I think so.”
“How many shares she holds here?”
“I wouldn’t know, ma’am, sorry.”
“Who would?”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan or Mr. Muħammad Ålī.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan is also a shareholder?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
“A major shareholder ma’am.” The hat check girl also smiled.
“In Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled ironically.
“Well, they think it a good business.”
“Yes, I see that. Where are they?”
“Mr. Muħammad Ålī is out tonight. And I don’t know where Imām Muħammad Ħasan is. I tried to locate him after the young woman phoned, but I couldn’t find him.”
“This place is supposed to run without anyone in charge?”
“Ordinarily, one or the other of them is here. Tonight it just happens they both are out.”
“Who else would know? The cashier? Some of the waitresses?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t think so. I’ve made inquiries. I tell you who I think would.”
“Who?”
“Iqbāl Rashīd.”
“Who is he?”
“Her younger brother.”
“Living with her?”
The hat check girl cum receptionist looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
“I don’t know, ma’am.”
“Where do we find Iqbāl Rashīd?”
“I think the cashier has his address. Iqbāl Rashīd cashes a check here once in a while.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl watched her gravely.
“Thanks. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, sister, as well as a pretty one. Come on hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam.”
We skirted the dance floor, and pushed past the crowded couples moving slowly to the rhythm of the music.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked the directions from a waitress.
Now we were walking on to the cashier.
The cashier was in a cage between the dining room and the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed her her identity card and stars.
“You know an Iqbāl Rashīd?”
The cashier stared at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
She hesitated somewhat.
It was quite obvious that she was debating on a course of action.
“Come on.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly, “You are alive, aren’t you? Do you know him or not?”
The cashier controlled herself.
“Sorry for the delay in replying, ma’am. Yes, I know Dr. Iqbāl Rashīd.”
“Dr. Iqbāl Rashīd?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Where can we find him?”
“May I ask what he has done, ma’am?”
“You may not. It’s a police business. We seek informations, don’t give them to others.”
“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know where he is at present.”
“Give me his address.”
“Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments.”
“I see. Which one?”
“Just a minute.”
She searched in her computer.
“It’s on the second floor, Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments, 256.”
“His phone number?”
“Not recorded here.”
“You know Iqbāl Rashīd when you see him?”
“Of course.”
“He hasn’t been here tonight?”
“No.”
“Would you have seen him if he had been?”
“Yes, ma’am. Of course.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me.
“I think we should try Iqbāl Rashīd at Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments.”
Then she turned to the cashier once again.
“Who’s running this place?”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Muħammad Ålī.”
“Partners?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Who is the major partner?”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan. He isn’t here at present but he is expected to be here any minute.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl didn’t tell the cashier that Muħammad Ålī was her husband that had requested me to rape his wife, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
And why should she have?
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was there with me to get the informations not to give instead.
“Mr. Muħammad Ålī has a little cabin somewhere.” The cashier volunteered, “He goes there for relaxation.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
“Relaxation, eh? Where is it?”
“I wouldn’t know. It’s up in Green Canyon somewhere.”
“When Imām Muħammad Ħasan comes in, let him call police headquarters and ask for Inspector Prabhāt Deharia. Have him tell Inspector Prabhāt Deharia all he knows about Shaguftah Rashīd and her younger brother, Iqbāl Rashīd. Don’t forget. I’ll call back in a little while. What number do I call?”
The cashier gave her the number duly written in a slip.
“Thank you.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled at the cashier, “okay, I’ll call you back. Have Imām Muħammad Ħasan call headquarters.”
As we talked out I smiled at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
“It’s always a pleasure seeing an efficient police officer at work.”
“Thank you.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl also smiled, “We have to handle them in this way. Otherwise they’ll start swapping gossip with us. And we’ll get nowhere. People seem to forget we have emergency calls pouring in in a steady stream. We haven’t time to dillydally, or let other people take the lead. We have to keep them on the defensive to get anywhere ever.”
“I understand.” I smiled.
We squeezed past the dance floor.
In the elevator leading to the sidewalk, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said.
“Know anything about this Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Durgesh?”
“Not the police version exactly.” I smiled, “What’s it?”
“The queerest name of the club suggests that some communal Hindus and horniest Musalmān Beauties must be behind it. Doesn’t it?”
“Yes?”
“That’s not the truth at all.”
“No?”
“Never.”
“These organizations are actually run by Pseudo Islamic countries. They have calculatingly adopted this humiliating name to Musalmīn for the club, to defame the Hindus and their horniest Musalmān beloveds.”
“I see. So, the police also know the conspiracy behind it?”
“Well, the police were not born yesterday.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled cunningly.
I smiled too.
“What do you think the Pseudo Islamic countries don’t know that the police are aware of their conspiracy?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then why they are still retaining this name for the club?”
“The people in general don’t understand these political conspiracies. They are still being fooled by Saůūdī Årab and Iran.”
I smiled.
“India was the eighth most powerful country not many days before. Neither Saůūdī Årab nor Iran was anywhere in power in the suburb of India. China was second and USA was the number one. Yet, HVSI marched ahead aggressively and now HVSI is the most powerful organization on the entire globe.”
“What do you want to say, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam?”
“Both Saůūdī Årab and Iran are checkmated.” I smiled, “And they are not even aware of it. They are still conspiring against each other imprudently.”
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Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service 5: Will Discussed
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Will Discussed
Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah
Durgesh Al Tawħīd Al Islam
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque,
“You are right, Doctor. It’s one thing to bear a good name and it’s quite another thing to live it up.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque looked at him cunningly,
“Are you trying to humiliate me? You?”
“Never.” Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque again, but sadly, this time, “I’m an old man—”
“You were not old when you married my daughter!” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque told him ironically.
“Well, being named Muħammad proudly, I thought I have a right to marry every beautiful Kħadījah, every beautiful Åāýéshah, every beautiful Ħafsah—”
“You tried to act Ħuzūrs. Alas, you failed miserably.”
“I tried to live up my name, as you yourself did naming your horniest daughter after the great name of Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Āyeshah Siddīqahrz.”
“She was not horniest when she was in my house.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “It was you, Muħammad, who made her horniest. I’m imagining my 30 years old innocent daughter, sitting on the bike, behind that horniest Hindu Durgesh, and holding his Uncut Hindu Penis thinking it was a holder for her.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“We all do the same mistakes. I worked madly to establish my worldwide Economic Empire. Today, I own this tall glass building we are sitting wherein. How many other more similar glass buildings I own, I can’t remember off hand. I own 98% of the Fātimah Group of Companies housed in it, leaving 1% to Kħadījah and the another 1% to your unfaithful daughter Āyeshah Siddīqah.”
“She thinks she isn’t unfaithful to you.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “You never acted as her faithful husband.”
“So, she went to sit behind that horniest Hindu Durgesh, and held his everdirty Uncut Hindu Lund pretending to assume it was a holder?”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque watched his son in law contemptuously,
“I refuse to discuss my innocent måsūm daughter with you.”
“She is still my wife legally.”
“Yet, she has replaced your impotent nūnī with Durgesh’s Supreme Uncut Hindu Lund. Hasn’t she, impotent?”
“You hate me?”
“Of course I hate you. Yet, I’m not alone to hate you. Your countless extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān ex wives hate you.”
“Because they all are horny sluts.”
“Sluts?” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque retorted contemptuously, “There was no one in their life before you. There is none in their life except Durgesh, after you lost your interest in their, even now, extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān bodies. And you call them sluts? Great. Your father, Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq, must certainly be ashamed of you, Muħammad.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“He is proud of me, Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque. The land around this glass building is more than a mile in three directions. Three thousand Musalmeen work here and the other thirty thousand Musalmeen who do not here, but elsewhere.”
“They are not proud of it.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque laughed ironically, “If they hadn’t been working for you, their Musalmān wives were not sleeping with Durgesh or with other Hindus of HVS Groups of Companies and Business Enterprises.”
I drew Åāyeshah Siddīqah to one side.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houselady is intriguing to say the least ─ unless she is the type who’d have been in a brawl. Is she?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back in my nude male Hindu lap.
My Uncut Hindu Prick vanished entirely into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Definitely not, Mérī Jān!” Åāyeshah Siddīqah clinched her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “She’s frightened to death. That’s what our Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service is for. I can’t quite make her out. Her voice is unusual─ almost as though it had been trained.”
“And you have put her in the law library?”
“Yes, she is waiting there. Durgesh, I think she is a typical Musalmān housewife beaten by her typical ever tyrant Musalmān husband.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah,” I said calmly fucking her, “Isn’t it true most of them claim it, but we found their Musalmān husbands right instead, after our thorough investigations?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed me on my lips.
“You know that’s not true. Most of them claim it and only some of them were found taking advantage of our generosity.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah,”
“She has black shoes, no stockings, a fur coat. I caught a glimpse of something under the fur coat that I think maybe a black housecoat, or a robe of some sort. Moreover, I wouldn’t be too surprised if that was all she had on.”
“I see, a black eye nevertheless?”
“A black eye nevertheless.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, furiously, “Her ever tyrant Musalmān husband…”
“You hate Musalmān husbands, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t jump on conclusions, please.”
“She is an exquisite Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, yet…”
“Black eye, right or left?” I interrupted Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Her hatred for Musalmān husbands was enormous.
She thought entire Musalmān husbands were tyrants and every Hindu husband was a Prince Charming for Musalmān Beauties.
It was not true.
Yet, Åāyeshah Siddīqah never accepted it.
There was no use of arguments with her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ultimate target too, to be established.
“Black eye? Right.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, “She has very light blonde hair, rather large eyies that are bluish green, and long lashes. She is very beautiful with proper make up and without the shiner. I think she is anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty ?”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty .”
“What’s her name?”
“Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”
“I see.”
“She’s terribly excited and nervous. Everyone of them is terribly excited and nervous before they meet you. And once you fuck them they are so excellently marvelous that no one can ever believe they were so terribly excited and nervous before you fucked them.”
“They need love actually, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I don’t actually fuck them. I actually inject them with my love injection.”
“How kind of you. How nice of you.”
“Thank you.”*
Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled squeezing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick in its entire length and thickness using her ever impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal muscles.
“I’d say Al Tawħīd Al Islam is pretty much unstrung.”
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now gravely.
“Crying?”
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are cruel to their Musalmān wives, Durgesh. They think they must be obeyed without any protest whatsoever.”
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
“I’m not bluffing you.” She said, “Even my husband tried to hit me once. It was another matter that I was prepared for it. I dodged him and then taken him on my feet nonstop for almost half an hour.”
I smiled.
“Poor man.”
“Filthy bastard.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, “I left him only when he put his head on my feet, kissed them and even licked them. I made its video. Now, he has agreed to be my pedestal whenever I want him to use as my footstool otherwise I’d send the video to his friends and colleagues.”
I kept smiling at Åāyeshah Siddīqah appreciatively.
“What about Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“She needs your services.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah grimaced, “Even I wasn’t as bold as I am now until you didn’t fuck me.”
“Nonsense, you mean my Uncut Hindu Prick injects boldness into your Musalmān Cunts?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.
“That’s what we Musalmān Beauties of your Sex Empire believe in.”
“Stop flattering, will you please? Was she really crying, tell me, darling?”
“I don’t think she has. She seems nervous and frightened. Yet, she isn’t doing any weeping. She is one of those rare Musalmān girls who would use their head in an emergency instead of resorting to tears and admit they are helpless before their ever cruel ever tyrant Musalmān husbands.”
I looked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
It was useless to argue with her.
She was immensely biased against Musalmān husbands.
“Bring her in,” I said, “I’d see what we can do for her.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was a blonde young Musalmān Beauty.
She was some five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred and twelve pounds.
Her left hand clasped her coat, holding it tightly around her.
The discoloration of her right eye, even though it was only somewhat, contrasted oddly with her light blond hair that swept down in waves to her shoulders.
She wore no hat.
“Miss Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“Mrs.” She corrected me.
“Mrs.” I accepted the correction, “Won’t you be seated? Åāyeshah Siddīqah will remain there where she is now. If you have any objection…”
“I’m not in a position to object. I need your services. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, isn’t it?”
“Sure, what is it you wished to see me about?”
Our extremely beautiful visitor began talking almost before Åāyeshah Siddīqah even settled her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu male lap.
Her words were rapid, her voice was vibrant with emotion.
Yet, there was something dominant in the manner of her articulation that indicated a type of young woman with whom one would hardly associate black eyes.
“I’m in a mess, Durgesh. I’m fighting mad. I hated you very much until now. I thought you were an immensely scornful communal Hindu who is taking advantage of our innocent extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who have something against their Musalmān husbands.”
“I understand.” I said calmly, “Go ahead. Don’t worry. Even then, I’d do anything reasonable for you if you think I can help you in anyway.”
“I approached my relatives, my friends, my well-wishers. But no one has enough courage to help me. My husband is so powerful, every one of them is afraid of him.”
“Well,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed, “you have come to the right place then. Go ahead.”
“He is a well-established businessman and he is protected by Muslim Underworld too.”
“I see.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah pulled her buttocks from my lap and then pushed them back, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, “Don’t worry. We have already cuckolded most of the Muslim Underworld.”
“That’s what I want to my Musalmān husband too. I want him to put his dirty bearded head on my feet, kiss them and lick them.”
“What happened?” I asked gravely.
“I’ve been thinking things over for hours. Ever since midnight in fact, and I’ve decided to do something about, well, about this.” She gently touched her discolored eye.
“You should have come here sooner.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said sympathetically.
“I understand. But I didn’t have any clothes.”
“What?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah was furious.
I too raised my eyebrows.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s nervous laugh was merely a mannerism.
There wasn’t even a slightest indication of mirth whatsoever.
“If you’ll listen to me,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said, “I’d like to begin at the beginning and tell you about it.”
“I take it,” I said gravely, “your husband is holding your clothes. There’s been the usual family fight. He accused you falsely of infidelity with me, or some other powerful Hindu.”
“So, you know the pattern?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said curtly.
“Most of the Musalmān wives have the same complaint against their ever Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān husbands. It’s somewhat routine now.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said bitterly, “Durgesh is utmost busy fucking almost entire Musalmān wives.”
“Then…”
“Then what?” I said bitterly, “I’d still help you. I want to abolish the entire Underworld whether Muslim or otherwise.”
“Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam, “Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam/ Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī/Establishing the Kingdom of God/Dharmsantānam/Dharmsansthāpan. Understand?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam smiled.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
“For what?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at her, “He’ll fuck you, idiot. Don’t you think you worth even your protection and respect from him in return?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam laughed.
“In return? I think it would be my greatest honor if he allows me in his bed as his bed partner.”
“Nonsense!” I pulled Al Tawħīd Al Islam to me and hugged her, still fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah vigorously.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam clang to me as if she was a fish out of water until now, and I was the water, her life.
She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me on my lips fanatically.
Her beautiful eyes were flooding with nonstop tears.
“Why was I such a damn fool that I hated you, my life?”
“Forget it. Forget everything you have done wrong so far. From now on, all your problems are mine, all my pleasures are thine.”
“Téré dukh ab mere, mere sukh ab téré.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled.
“Exactly.” I smiled too kissing and reassuring Al Tawħīd Al Islam.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis, brought it out of Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and kissed it devotionally.
Then she took it in her mouth and started sucking me immensely indebted to me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed her, from whatsoever dress she was wearing.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself went on her knees, herself positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back.
My Uncut Hindu Prick penetrated her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and vanished into her entirely to my fast thickening balls.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself started fucking me wildly, savagely and madly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam neither herself told me what exactly her problem was, nor let me ask her.
Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah squeezed my arm.
“Let her enjoy the incredible sex you are providing to her now. It’s her first time that she is consummating such an immense sex with you. No one else is capable in it. Why don’t you understand, Durgesh?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam fucked me herself in almost every sex position she could imagine.
“It’s not sex only, Durgesh, you are providing me.” She said, “you are providing true love and even life as well.”
“I want to know everything before it’s too late.” I tried to bring her to normalcy.*
Even then, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t normal until she hadn’t enjoyed her new found sexual bliss for more than a full month.
All my attempts to bring her to normalcy before it failed entirely.
She told me her problem only after she was entirely satisfied sexually for the time being and beaming with energy.
“I have a will I want to discuss.”
“Let’s hope it isn’t too late now.” I said still fucking Al Tawħīd Al Islam patiently.
There was no use in explaining to her it was a great mistake on her part.
She was never agree to admit it.
Well, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t alone however.
My long experiences with countless Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough to make me understand to accept them as they came to me.
It was the only way if I really wanted to help them.
Moreover, not only the Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies who needed my help, even so many men too did the mistake.
Despite coming to me to seek for my guidance in a matter, they still made the mistake of selecting among my advices that appealed to them more.
They never realized it enhanced their problems more instead of solving them.
They didn’t even realize ever how childish it was.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam handed me a will.
I opened it.
It read:
‘I, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, state that I have fifty two daughters of my various marriages. I have thirty seven sisters, seventeen real sisters and twenty stepsisters and cousins I want to be beneficiaries after me.
“Beside these eighty nine female relatives of mine I had twenty seven wives in all to whom I was married in my life, not simultaneously however, naturally.
“I list their names and identities hereunder at the end of the will and the property/properties and money I want to give to them.
“My niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, lived with me in my lifetime. I am very much attached to my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I have very much love and affection for my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I further realize, however, that my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, though herself is a PhD and smart enough, does not have the shrewd, innate business ability that would enable her to protect herself from my ever shrewdest ever cunning sister in law, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“I, therefore, appoint and nominate HVSI Group of Companies the executor of this my last will, provided that my son in law, Durgesh, is still the lifelong Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies.” I paused for a moment and looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam questioningly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam said gravely.
“My husband was having this will and keeping it in his locker.”
“What? Is he also a beneficiary?”
“Not if I divorce him.”
“You are one of the beneficiaries?”
“I am one of the beneficiaries.”
“Related to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in any way?”
“I am one of his half-sisters.”
“What do you want now?”
“I want to confirm if this will is not a forged one, by my husband.”
“He can forge a will?”
“He has been prosecuted several times for forging wills and other important documents. But he always managed to get the final verdict ultimately in his favor.”
“I see. You suspect this will is forged?”
“In the light of the reputation of an utmost clever successful forger of wills and other similarly important documents of my husband what do you yourself think?”
I eyed her gravely.
“What is the name of your husband?”
“Muħammad Idrīs, but most of his opponents call him Muħammad Iblīs.”
“I see. And you like it?”
“He is Iblīs personified.” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said venomously.
“Nevertheless, none should be called Muhammad Iblis ever.”
“Why not?”
“Muhammad is the ever best name, Iblis is the ever worst name. Iblis can’t be Muhammad ever. Similarly, it’s even beyond imagination that Hazrat Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wasallam could be Iblis ever.”
She smiled.
“Have you ever read Dr. AliSina’s ‘Understanding Muhammad and Muslims?”
“Sure, but I never agreed with him.”
“Why not? No Muslim scholar could have proved him wrong until now.”
“He is immensely biased against Huzur sallallahu alayhi wa sallam.”
She watched me scrutinizing, yet didn’t continue the subject further.
I sighed.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who came to me had lied to me deliberately usually, in order to please me.
They thought I was an utmost communal Hindu.
I managed to establish my Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire only to humiliate Musalmīn.
They thought I’d help them more if they portrait their Musalmān husbands more evil than they actually were.
They thought Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband was my own movement instead of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.
I could not help it, but I always tried my best that no innocent Musalmān may suffer from me ever.
After all, it was the best I could do.
Wasn’t it?
I read the will further:
‘After the specific bequests herein mentioned, I leave all of the rest, residue and remainder of my estate to be divided proportionately among my sons in law Durgesh and Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, the proportion being how many my daughters and houseladies they support.”
I paused significantly, looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam and then turned a page of the will.
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Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-11
Posted: April 8, 2010 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Zia Al Wahāb, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāýéshah Siddīqah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, EV, Feminism, Fātimah Muħammad, HLMCIC, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed, Kħadeejah Muħammad, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, Sidrah Aħmad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl, Tāhīrah Kāmāl, Ħafsā Muħammad Åbdullah 2 CommentsÅrab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
Chapter 11
Al Zia Al Wahāb felt heat in the club’s entryway.
After all, it was so close to the street.
She felt spent somewhat.
Was she really drained of energy?
No, never, it can’t be.
Durgesh has fucked her almost whole night.
She felt thoroughly recharged, and vivacious consequently, when she left his bed.
She was one of those luckiest Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girls, who share Durgesh’s bed despite their so-called low profession.
Durgesh does not think her profession low, as the others do.
“It’s an art,” Durgesh says,”till no low sex activities are involved in it.”
She was proud of Durgesh and her intimate relationship with Durgesh.
Yes, Durgesh was not interested in her when it started.
So what?
It was Durgesh who helped her when Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed deceived her successfully.
She could not forget it ever.
Removing several coins from her belt pocket, Al Zia Al Wahāb went to the juice machine, and the minute she had the ice-cold bottle, she began to drink it.
She started feeling better almost immediately.
She entered the ladies’ room, snapped on the lights, took another swallow of juice and set the bottle on a chair.
Twisting the faucet marked FROID; Al Zia Al Wahāb placed her wrists under the stream of water.
She had heard that it cooled the body quickly.
She applied the water to her damp forehead, behind her ears and neck, and traced the wetness across her chest and down between her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.
Finding a clean towel, Al Zia Al Wahāb dried herself, and while doing so, she studied her reflection in the wide mirror above the basin.
Studying herself in mirrors was one of Al Zia Al Wahāb’s favorite pre-occupations.
Rarely did she pass a mirror without halting to consider pensively what was shown in it.
Her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female body was her proud possession.
She knew she had won Durgesh with it.
She loved to watch her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female body in the mirrors to hold interior dialogues with that image, to philosophize and psychologize over that image, to wonder about the ingredients of that image that had cast her so high up in the Multiverse and then sent her tumbling so far down, so far down that now she teetered on the brink of Hell.
Durgesh never agreed with her in the matter.
He always claimed it was her negative thinking only.
Al Zia Al Wahāb never met any person other than Durgesh who was so against negative thinking.
Perhaps Durgesh was the only person in her knowledge who was absolutely everconfident that all the problems of human beings are only due to their negative thinking.
Alas, she could not share Durgesh’s optimism as she shared his bed.
Al Zia Al Wahāb stared at the upper half of the five feet four inches of herself in the mirror.
Allah!
Måshā Allah!
Subħān Allah!
How incredibly, extremely, beautiful she was!
The self that was captured in the polished glass stared back at her.
Tossing the towel aside, Al Zia Al Wahāb backed off diagonally the width of the tiled bathroom floor until she could see herself almost full length.
The ladies’-room was a one-person room.
It never allowed presence of more than one person, except on emergencies.
She was as careless here as she could be when she is in complete privacy.
It had a sink, a stall equipped with a shower arrangement, a tub, and a translucent half door with a toilet chair absolutely opaque underside.
There were several other devices too she was completely used to.
She knew very well they were intended for the fulfillment of personal services of one sort or another.
Suddenly she smiled and murmured to herself,
“‘Al Ħamdulillāh Rabbil åālmīn, Durgeshashchodté mām for my own benefit. Lā ilāh illillāh Muhammadurrasūlallāh’.”
It was as if some code sentence in part Arabic, part Sanskr’t, and in part English.
In a moment it was all gone what was there and Al Zia Al Wahāb was pleasantly left to face the darkness filled the Personal suddenly.
The system worked only when it’s murmured in a lady’s voice having already bedded with me, otherwise NOT.
The sound waves were used for it.
They activated a system to generate X-rays to penetrate her womb to investigate if there were really the ingredients of my Hindu semen found.
The system worked only after finding the result in positive.
The darkness was, however, only momentary.
The room lit up again.
Nothing of what was there a moment ago, returned however.
It was pleasant daylight now filling the one-woman-Personal.
Al Zia Al Wahāb was now as if outside.
There was open sky above, with clouds drifting across it in a fashion just regular enough to seem clearly unreal.
On everyside, there seemed an outstretching of greenery moving in equally repetitive fashion.
Al Zia Al Wahāb filled with bliss.
Yet, her mind was working, without any slightest interruption, as it was before.
Her sun-blanched flaxen hair, tied in a mane, fell below her shoulder blades.
Her shining brow was unmarked, although she was already twenty-one years old, and her huge, frank, gray-green eyes were clear, although her Hindu suitors and her Hindu lovers liked to tell her they looked at once experience old and little-girl-lost that Al Zia Al Wahāb had learned to translate as really meaning they promised free giving and promiscuity.
Her delicate and small nose, like Mumtaz, one old time Indian Sreen most beautiful and most successful heroine, she had long decided, gave her part of that innocent girlish aspect.
The mouth was another matter.***
Petrified by astonishment, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb stared after the bodies, emerged from us, united.
We both were on our fours.
She was on her knees and arms.
I was too in the same position, but behind her.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not control her exclamation,
“Durgesh, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, what’s that? What’s that?”
“Our etheric bodies united, now visible to everyone!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb shouted out of immense bliss and ecstasy, “I’ve done it. I’ve done it now. Damn it.”
“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed exclaimed again, not believing her own very eyes even, “Al Ħamdulillāhi Rabbil åālmīn! Arraħmānirraħīmi!Māliki yaumiddīni! Iyyāk nåbudu v’ iyyāk nastaåīnu! Ihadi nassirātal mustaqīm! Sirātallazīn. Anåmt ålaihim.Ghairil maghzūbi ålaihim. Valazzāllīn!”
Then Al Zia Al Wahāb shouted at top of her lungs,
“Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”
Her Ammī’s eyes were filled with tears.
She recited,
“Arraħmānu!”
“Åālamal Qur’ān!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb recited.
“Kħalaqal insān!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed closed her eyes in immense gratefulness.
“Åāllamahu albayān!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb also closed her eyes now.
“Ashshamsu valqamaru biħusbānin!”
“Vannajmu vashshajaru yasjudāni!”
“Vassamā’ rafåhā v’ vazå’ almīzān!”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb raised her melodious voice somewhat,
“Va aqīmū alvazan bilqisti v’ lā tukħsirū almīzān!”Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed also did the same.
“Fīhā fākihatun vannakħlu zātul akmāmi!”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb recited,
“Val ħabbu zū alåsfi varréħānu!”
Then they both recited simultaneously,
“Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”
I was fucking Al Zubédā Al Wahāb continuously.
With their every recitation, I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis into the evertight Makkan Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt of Al Zubédā Al Wahāb,deepest.
I was reciting,
“‘S’ paryyagāchchhukramakāyamavra ñamasnaaviragvong shuddhamapāpviddham.
Kavirmanīshī paribhūh svayambhūryāthātathyato’arthānvyadadhāchchhāhvatībhyah samābhyah.’”
But when they both recited simultaneously,
“Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?”
I too did, the same, with them.***
The cherry colored full lips of Al Zia Al Wahāb, shaped in a grin, seemed inviting and full of teasing sensuality, in contradiction to the innocence of Mumtaz nose, smooth Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cheeks and dainty ears.
The expensive costume, she knew, was perfect for her perfect Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female body.
The short V-necked loose blouse draped down across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bosom hung straight from the firm points of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Al Zia Al Wahāb had worn no brassire this morning.
The blouse was too almost transparent.
The large circles of her extremely beautiful nipples, Durgesh loved very much and kissed while making love with Al Zia Al Wahāb, every now and then, and the shadowy outline of her high abundant Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bosom were plainly visible.
She was proud of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān feminine treasure.
She could not win Durgesh without it, even when she’d lost everything.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd made her to lose everything, even her native province.
Trantor was the only shelter Al Zia Al Wahāb could get.
And she knew it was because Durgesh loved Musalmān Beauties extra ordinarily.
Al Safdar Al Saåīd always insulted Durgesh for it,
“The Hindu moron thinks no other beauty except Sunni Musalmān Beauties, has an apt cunt for his extremely ravenous dirty Uncut Hindu Prick.”
Al Zia Al Wahāb remembered it, and cashed her Sunni Musalmānhood when she needed it to do very much.
Her tanned midriff, set off by the white above and below, was bare today.
A wide green leather belt, buckled below the slash of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān navel, held the skintight stretch pants in place.
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs, Durgesh kissed bare while making love with her, brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks too, Durgesh played with bare of them, squeezed and kissed brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.
She could never control.
Involuntarily, Al Zia Al Wahāb always kissed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick, licked it, swallowed and sucked it hungrily.
“I have a dream, Durgesh!” she said once.
“Yes, my dear!” I prompted Al Zia Al Wahāb entering her evertight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.
Al Zia Al Wahāb kissed me,
“I love what Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ and Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah did to Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“I can understand, darling.”
“Promise me that I would do the same with the rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”
“Would his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins help you?”
“You can’t make them to help me?”
I looked at Al Zia Al Wahāb gravely,
“I bear the same relation with his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins, Al Zia Al Wahāb, as I bear with you.”
“So?”Al Zia Al Wahāb smiled mischievously, and tightened her already tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles around the entire length, thickness and strength of my Uncut Hindu Prick, buried deepest into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal depth.
“I never coerce any of my women to do anything they don’t want to.”
“Yes, I know. That’s why we Musalmān Beauties call you our Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!”
“I’m honored. I never want any misunderstanding between my women and me.”
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān shapely legs too, so that her every Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān contour and every movement of her every muscle could be seen.
In her opinion, this was all she had, this voluptuous, truthfully promising, gifted and talented extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face and body.
I did not agree with her,
“You are a PhD, Al Zia Al Wahāb.”
“Yes, but it did not help me when I had to fight with that dirty rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”
“Well,” I smiled, “is the fight over?”
“Never!” Al Zia Al Wahāb blazed, “He has to pay in the same way, Muħammad Åbdullah is paying to Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ and Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
The question came,
“What’s the job?”
Vague gray eyes took in prospective the man they had considered for the job.
His resume was impressive.
Years of military experience had toughened his exterior, even killed off his feelings for the enemy, showing no mercy.
He was dishonorably discharged after nine years of devotion to his sector, lending himself as a free agent.
A deadly one.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd leaned back in his chair, his eyes pensively studying the Hindu youth.
He seemed steady enough to take the job without knowing what it pertained to.
His lips were drawn together, a clear indication of a man who rarely smiled.
Intense blue eyes were piercing, doing just as much harm as any weapon the man chose as his reference.
Like a wire, the man disconnected himself from emotions.
He didn’t have a family except for two brothers and grandparents, but he was pretty much on his own.
A loner.
Perfect man to hire.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd placed his hands on his vast gut, breathing harshly as his beady, gray eyes squinted in a closer study.
“What are you willing to accept for it?”
The young man squared his jaw.
“Tell me who I’m takin’ out, then I’ll let you know.”
He had a deep drawl, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd noted, but his cold approach dared anyone to be amused by it.
Anyone who did would have a lot to answer to, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd supposed.
To hide his alertness, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd cracked a smile as he exhaled.
“The job is for you to remove a man of importance.”
“Job description.”
It wasn’t a question, but a demand.
The man was tight and orderly when it came to the descriptions of his victims that he no doubt received from his training as a former BrigadierGeneral.
“Politician.”
“Family.”
“One daughter about the age of twenty.”
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt like shivering.
Yet he controlled himself.
He had to.
As the man commanded for information, he did not shift his gaze away, his animalistic stare like the devil himself.
The man was cruel when it came to the job.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd could see this.
“Reason for termination.”
“Wrong man for the presidency,”Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd disclosed, “He’s running for a new liberated party that’s turning heads in this sector. He tends to run against our candidates because he knows something about our government. In particularly, our President.”
The younger didn’t look intrigued.
As far as he knew, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd was struggling for the ultimate power.
The Årabs and other Musalmeen were already suffering from everlasting Hindu sex attacks very much.
Even then, the Hindus could not be held responsible.
The intense foolishness of Mullahs and Maulavīs of the Musalmeen kept forcing their educated Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womenfolk farther and farther away from their own males, for their own survival.
How could it be stopped?
The survival was basic human instinct.
Nothing could be successfully done against it.
His eyes remained chilled and insensible still.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt that he had ogled statues that were friendlier.
“Which is?” the hit man goaded.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd chuckled.
“I’m afraid that is something that I must keep secret. You must think I’m dim-witted and weak to betray the President’s secret.”
The former Brigadier General paused a beat, his black eyes tracing his interviewer before he muttered,
“Certainly not. But gimme the name and I’ll handle the rest.”
The elder frowned, though he found himself captured with fascination.
Usually, an assassin would want as much information as they could gather from the people who hire them.
Then perhaps this man truly was an expert at his job.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd couldn’t help but to be intrigued.
“Just the name? Surely you’ll need more information than that.”
The other stood silent.
“How on earth could you manage?”
The younger man sighed tiredly, his arms crossing across a built chest.
“You have your reasons for doin’ things, I have mine. Just gimme the goddamn name.”
“It’s Senator Muħammad Åbdullah, a democrat from Iraq Sector,”Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd blinked, slightly insulted by the man’s rudeness.***
Fātimah walked slowly down the dark street.
The rain was warm and soaked her quickly.
The rain was making the roadway glisten and the streetlights shone down to illuminate small sections of the street.
She took one-step at a time and when she reached her house, she stood outside of it for a few moments.
The only light on was in Durgesh’s room and she wished he were asleep.
As Fātimah slipped into the house, she hoped he had fallen asleep with the light on.
The key made a clicking sound in the lock and she was thankful her parent’s room was on the other side of the house.
She stepped inside and removed her wet sandals.
Her black dress was stuck to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, accentuating her Sunni Musalmān curves, Durgesh loved so much.
Her nipples were rock hard from the rain and the outline of her black lace bra was visible.
As she walked past the mirrored wall in the front entranceway, she couldn’t help but frown.
“I hate myself.” Fātimah whispered under her breath and quietly made her way up the stairs.
She entered her room and closed the door behind her.
She tried to listen into Durgesh’s room, but the fact she didn’t hear anything, didn’t mean anything.
He could be asleep or just working on his laptop.
He never listened to music, nowadays, so it was hard to figure out.
She wished at this moment that they didn’t share a bathroom.
She knew that if he were awake he would hear the water running and knew what time she got home.
Fātimah entered the bathroom and making sure that the door to his room was locked stripped naked.
She turned the hot water on and entered the shower.
The hot water felt good on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body and as she washed herself, she wished she could remove the dirty feelings she had.
She could feel every part of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body that he had touched.
She wanted to scrub her lips raw.
Fātimah couldn’t get the feeling of his warm Hindu lips touching hers out of her mind.
She wanted to remember only one thing.
He is a Hindu.
He is a Hindu.
And she is an ardent Sunni Musalmān girl.
How she can have sex with a Kāfir, a Hindu?
After showering, she unlocked the door to Durgesh’s room.
She pulled out a cotton nightie and slipped it over her head.
She slipped under her duvet and the moment her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.
***
“Morning.”
“Yeah.”
Fātimah was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast.
She was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.
She looked up as Durgesh entered the room.
He looked angry and all the emotions from last night came flooding back.
“I’m sorry Durgesh.”
“Yeah whatever.”
Fātimah winced at his harsh words.
She hated when he was mad at her because he had a way of making her feel like crap.
He also had a way of making her feel amazing so it balanced out.
Fātimah went back to eating her breakfast and heard Durgesh stomp around the kitchen, putting away dishes, and making his breakfast.
He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Fātimah tried not to stare at him, but she couldn’t help it.
She knew what she wanted to do, but her parents were in the house so that was completely out of the question.
Just as Fātimah was putting her dirty dishes in the sink, her parents entered the kitchen.
“Hello my wonderful children.”
Fātimah grinned a bit.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was always acting silly.
Her parents were retired and spent their days golfing, hanging out at their cottage, and traveling.
Fātimah was eighteen and Durgesh was twenty, the son of her Ammī’s Hindu lover, Vishvās Shakr Mānav.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was afraid of her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid, very much.
She was revolting and he did not want to divorce her.
He could lose Kħadījah, but not Fātimah.
Never.
He loved Fātimah, his youngest daughter, very much.
Yet, it wasn’t as if they needed much supervision.
“Hi Abbū.” Fātimah kissed his cheek and smiled at her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid.
“How was your date last night, sweetie?” Fātimah’s Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid had similar features to Fātimah.
She was on the shorter side with large breasts and a curvy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān figure.
Fātimah always considered herself fat, but thought that her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid was just right.
Fātimah glanced over at Durgesh before answering.
“It was good. Mohan and I went to that nice seafood restaurant and then to a movie.”
“It was raining last night. I hope he walked you to the door.”
“Of course Abbū.” Fātimah bit her lip, hoping her lie wasn’t too obvious.
The truth was that Mohan and she had enjoyed a great dinner.
They had gone to a movie, but halfway through he had started to fondle her.
She passively tried to push him away, but it didn’t work.
After the movie, Mohan had parked his car in the deserted lot near her house.
Fātimah tried to protest, but it didn’t work.
Mohan was all over her and part of her loved the feeling of his hands and lips on hers, but part of her was feeling so guilty for what she was doing.
Durgesh had been so good to her.
She had made out with Mohan for a few minutes and then had asked him to stop.
He didn’t take that very well and that was why she walked home in the rain by herself.
“We’re off to the cottage for a few days. I did groceries yesterday so you guys should be set. Rashīdah is coming over on Wednesday to clean the house so make sure you stay out of her way.”
Her parents kissed their children on the cheek and then left.
Fātimah had gotten used to her parents being so carefree.
After her parents drove out of the driveway, she made her way upstairs to her room.
She had Sunday off which was nice.
Fātimah worked as a secretary in a very busy law firm.
Her official title was executive assistant to the family law department.
She liked her job and was lucky she got a job right out of college.
She heard Durgesh move around the house and heard him enter his room.
She knew she had to go talk to him, but was dreading the conversation.
Durgesh solved the problem for her.
Just as she was logging off her email, he stormed into the room.
“I fucking hate you.” And with that, Durgesh kissed Fātimah hard, pinning her against her desk.
The edge of the desk dug into her thighs.
Fātimah tried to pull away, but really didn’t want to.
I grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back.
I sucked her neck and nibbled along her jaw line.
“You’re such a fucking tease. And you fucking lied to Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid and Abbū, Imām Muħammad. Mohan made you walk home.”
Fātimah was moaning as she squirmed harder.
Durgesh let go of her hands so he could undo her jeans.
“I’m sorry. It was horrible. I promise.” Fātimah didn’t want to hurt Durgesh any more then she already had.
Durgesh yanked down Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s jeans and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was soaking wet and Durgesh grinned.
He rocked Fātimah Imām Muħammad back and forth on his Uncut Hindu Lund while he looked into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes.
All Fātimah could do was whimper.
His Uncut Hindu Lund felt amazing inside her and she didn’t want Durgesh to stop.
He undid his jeans with his other hand and Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped as Durgesh dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground.
She loved Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was the perfect size and felt amazing inside her.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, please! Chodo mujhé Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! ” Fātimah mouthed the words, “Fuck me till I exist.”
Durgesh spun Fātimah Imām Muħammad around and pushed her over her desk.
He spread her legs and slammed into her hard.
“You like my Uncut Hindu Lund Fātimah Imām Muħammad.”
Fātimah whimpered.
She loved Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and was on the brink of orgasm.
Durgesh fucked her roughly.
He was getting all his anger out.
He hated how they had to keep this secret.
He hated that she went out on dates with other Hindu guys.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was his and only his.
“Oh Fātimah Imām Muħammad, your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy is dripping.” Durgesh threw his head back and sank his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh.
Durgesh loved that Fātimah Imām Muħammad was curvy in all the right places.
It felt so good to fuck her this way.
“Fuck me harder Durgesh. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Fātimah knew he liked it rough and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was holding back so they could cum together.
Durgesh stepped away from her and pulled her to her bed.
He sat down on the edge and pulled her into his Hindu lap.
“Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund, Fātimah Imām Muħammad. Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund until I shoot my Hindu Vīrý deepest inside you.”
Fātimah nodded and slammed into his Uncut Hindu Lund.
It took nine nonstop hours of nonstop extremely powerful Hindu thrusts until Durgesh was cumming.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad felt every drop of his Hindu Vīrý inside her.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad reached down and after pushing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit once, Fātimah Imām Muħammad herself was Cumming once more on Durgesh ‘s deepest buried Uncut Hindu Lund, as well.
We lay panting in that position for a long time, buried deepest inside Fātimah Imām Muħammad.
Finally Fātimah spoke,
“I walked home in the rain because Mohan wanted to have sex with me and I pushed him away. He refused to drive me home. I promise.”
Durgesh held Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face in his hands. “You drive me crazy Fātimah. Fucking crazy. I hate you and love you, all at the same time.”
“I know.”
Fātimah woke up when the sun shone into the window and shone right into her eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad blinked and felt a warm body on top of hers, with a steel rod still buried deepest into her.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was face to face with me.
I was lying on my back and had a victorious Hindu grin on my face.
When Fātimah Imām Muħammad thought about last night, Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t help but smile.
The Moment her parents were gone, we had spent the day in bed having sex nonstop.
We had only stopped for lunch and dinner and had fallen asleep exhausted, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into Fātimah Imām Muħammad.
It was Monday and Fātimah had to go to work.
When Fātimah Imām Muħammad tried to get out of bed, I wrapped my arm around her buttocks.
“One more time.” I smiled.
Fātimah smiled too, as I lay on top of her.
I adjusted myself, pushed my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her and looked into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“I want to be inside my Fātimah Imām Muħammad one more time before Fātimah Imām Muħammad goes to work.”
Fātimah couldn’t disagree and felt me push in and out of her.
It was slow and hard and was driving her crazy.
I strummed her hard nipples and held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her until Fātimah Imām Muħammad came.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad arched her back and came hard.
“That’s my girl.” I kissed her nose and then thrust two more times before emptying myself inside her, “Now you can get ready for work.”
Fātimah grinned as she rolled out of bed to get ready.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked as an assistant at a law firm and as Fātimah Imām Muħammad got dressed, I lay in her bed watching.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad put on stockings and a black skirt with a white blouse and matching blazer.
It was a high-end law firm and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was expected to dress appropriately.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad didn’t dare look at me while she dressed.
I was in a constant state of horniness and Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t be late for work.
“Bye Durgesh. Have fun at your other Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān penetrations of today.”
Before I had, a chance to touch her, Fātimah Imām Muħammad pulled away and rushed out the door.
I lay in bed debating on whether to get up or not.
I was a senior at the community college.
My classes were great since I had gotten into computer animation.
I wanted to spend the day in Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s bed, but knew it wouldn’t be any fun without her there.
I got up and dragged myself to college.
I worked quickly to get my assignments done and spent the rest of the time playing around with things.
I loved computers and loved animation.
I was the top of my class and was close to guaranteeing a full time job when I graduated.
My classes were done at two o’clock so I decided to go pick up Fātimah Imām Muħammad from work.
I had done that in the past and loved seeing where Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked.
I entered the elevator and went up to the fifteenth floor.
When the doors opened, I walked down the hall towards Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s office.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had her own office, but there was no window.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad joked that it was once a closet, but it was in the perfect location.
The four lawyers Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked with had offices on either side so Fātimah Imām Muħammad was always close enough to help out.
I turned the corner and stopped cold.
I was standing outside her office and although I couldn’t see inside since the door was closed, I knew that sound.
It was the sound Fātimah made when her earlobe was being sucked on.
It was a precious sound to me since a year ago when we first got together I had done that to her and the sound was like music to my ears.
I thought he was the only one who could arouse her like that.
I knocked once and then opened the door.
It was unlocked and so I figured I could walk in.
The Moment I entered I knew what was occurring.
Fātimah was sitting up on her desk with her boss Shankar standing in front of her.
“Durgesh!” Fātimah pushed Shankar away and slid off her desk.
Shankar grinned at Durgesh.
“We’ll chat about that tomorrow Fātimah.” Shankar walked out of the office and left Durgesh and Fātimah standing in front of each other.
Fātimah was biting her lip waiting for Durgesh to say something.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew I was mad and Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew that nothing Fātimah Imām Muħammad said to me would make things right.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had been having a secret affair with me for over a year and here Fātimah Imām Muħammad was making out with her boss.
“I was coming to visit you. Wanted to see if you could leave early. I’ll take the bus home.” I sounded so quiet and reserved.
My eyes were full of gravity and when Fātimah reached out to touch me, I pulled away fast.
I left her office and walked quickly towards the elevator.
He kept repeating in my head, “I’m not going to show any weakness. I’m not going to show any weakness.”
The Moment I got home I marched to my room and got on my computer.
I tuned everything out and didn’t even hear Fātimah Imām Muħammad come home.
Fātimah knew she had to talk to me and had spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what to say.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad knocked on my door and entered quietly.
“Can I just say a few things?”
I nodded and turned off my laptop.
“I love you. More then you will ever know. When guys pay attention to me I react. I feel so guilty afterwards because I know you love me so much. I can’t tell Shankar I have a boyfriend because he’ll want to meet him. You have no idea how much I wish we weren’t Hindu and Muslimah.” Fātimah looked into my eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had finally said exactly what she wanted to say the last year.
This wasn’t the first time Fātimah Imām Muħammad had flirted or made out with another guy, but this was the first time I had found out.
“Come here.” I turned the chair and gestured for Fātimah to come close.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad walked over and sat in my lap.
My Uncut Hindu Lund hardened immediately and I ran my hands under her skirt to the edge of her stockings.
“Fuck me.” Fātimah whispered the words as she pleaded with me with her eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad needed me so badly and wanted to show me how much she loved me.
She herself undid my pants with one hand and sank my Uncut Hindu Lund into her quickly.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped at the fullness.
I gripped her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hips and bounced her hard and fast on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I watched as Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s breasts bounced up and down.
“I’m going to use your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy Fātimah Imām Muħammad, all night long.” I knew how I loved her so much, even though Fātimah Imām Muħammad was a flirt.
However, I’d obliged Kħadījah today, Shankar’s girlfriend.
Kħadījah wanted me to fuck her for a long time.
I avoided her on this or that pretext, because Shankar was serious about Kħadījah.
He wanted to marry her.
His flirting with Fātimah made me free to oblige his equally beautiful girl friend Kħadījah.
I fucked Kħadījah to her heart’s content today, in all her three Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān holes.
“Promise me, Durgesh,” Kħadījah was overwhelmed with immense pleasure, “You’d fuck me like today, even after my marriage with Shankar.”
I smiled and kissed Kħadījah full on her crimson lips,
“Certainly, my darling.” My Uncut Hindu Penis was still deepest into Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, “Shankar does not want to respect my relationship with Fātimah. I’m not bound therefore to respect his relationship with you.”
“Thank you very much, Durgesh.” Kħadījah winked at me tightening her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Cock, more and more, “Shankar is good, but you are the best.”
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18. A deserving unfaithfulness
19. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
21. Yåqūb Family-1
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
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43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
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. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
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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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More 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 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
The Punishment to my enemy:7
Posted: March 20, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, incest, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl 4 CommentsThe Punishment to my enemy
Chapter 7
An unwanted affair
Ammījān and her son 4
I felt my climax building up.
I sucked his Uncut Hindu Cock harder and harder.
Without any warning, his Uncut Hindu Cock swelled inside my mouth, and before I could react, he exploded releasing the first load of his Hindu cum into the back of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.
There was no time to back out.
I gagged for a Moment but couldn’t stop his hot Hindu semen from making its way to my stomach.
It was an entirely new experience; I liked sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock but could never dare to take his Hindu cum into my mouth.
So far, he also had refrained from cumming in my mouth except on some rare occasions.
It was quite contradictory to his nature.
But, he never forced me to drink his cum.
With his first load down my belly, I realized that my fears were unfounded.
It was a sort of very tasty thick liquid. I didn’t find it disgusting; I rather liked the taste.
I made no attempt to withdraw my lips off his Uncut Hindu Cock .
His Uncut Hindu Cock erupted again and again, sending load after load of hot Hindu cum in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.
I tried to suck every drop of it, but a part of it oozed out and dribbled along his Uncut Hindu Cock length.
That very Moment, my orgasm struck like a lightening. My whole body went rigid with rapture.
I could feel my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles twitching violently.
I forgot about sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock .
It slipped out of my lips, spewing few final drops over my lips.
I rested my head over his Hindu crotch feeling his semi erect, slick Uncut Hindu Cock pressing against my cheek.
I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls.
I rolled off his body and slumped beside him.
Durgesh got up and changed his position.
He was now facing me.
I became aware of my own condition.
My crimson Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips were also coated with his Hindu cum.
The finals drops of his thick Hindu cum were still sticking on my lips and cheek. Durgesh smiled at me.
I could see Hindu lust in his eyes.
He didn’t waste any time and immediately slipped between my legs.
He got on all four, lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders.
He began kissing the inside of my thighs, running his tongue over my wet thighs.
Finally, he attacked my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I could feel the lustful heat searing my body again.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt began to lubricate with anticipation.
My heart began to work faster and faster.
I moaned loudly.
Then I felt his hand touching between my ass cheeks gently and his finger gently probing into my sphincter.
He rubbed his index finger over my puckered hole and forced it inside my rectum.
I bucked my hips under this sudden onslaught and screamed as it hurt a little. He pushed his finger deep, up to his knuckle. His index finger was buried to ass for the second time.
He began moving his finger in and out of my ass.
My mind was going crazy with the two way pleasure.
Durgesh positioned himself between my spread legs and placed the swollen knob of his Uncut Hindu Cock at my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt opening.
With a fierce lunge, he buried his Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He fucked my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy hard, grabbing my thighs with his hands; he turned me to my side.
He then left my thighs, and his finger again moved to my back side.
He searched for my anus and again jabbed his finger deep into my ass.
I wailed with lust.
“Liked it?” He asked as he fucked me both ways with his Uncut Hindu Cock and his finger.
“Ahhhhhhhhh… ya… yeah… ahhhhhhhh…” I bucked with pleasure.
He smiled and withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I stared at him with disappointment. He also withdrew his finger from my ass and turned me to my back again.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock head moving, and then his knob was pressing against my anus.
I was terrified.
I had never been fucked in my ass before, and my instinct told me that it would be painful.
“No…” I cried trying to push him away from me.
He had no such intentions.
He pushed forward, and his Uncut Hindu Cock head, which was slick with my own juices, worked its way into my virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
My sphincter muscles resisted a little but then gave way to his brutal Hindu strength.
His Uncut Hindu Cock head entered my rectum.
“Ahhhhhhhh…” I moaned loudly, pretty sure that Muħammad Ålī might have heard me in the other room, “No… it’s hurting.”
I felt tears welling in my eyes as the fear and pain gripped my body.
Durgesh was relentless.
He continued pushing his massive Hindu organ into my tight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
I tried to push him back, to prevent him from pushing his Uncut Hindu Cock into my virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass any further.
He grabbed and forced my hands above my head.
He then pushed again, and the rest of his Uncut Hindu Cock length began to slide into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
He worked the entire length into my ass slowly.
I felt his Hindu balls slowly coming to rest against my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass cheeks.
Once his Uncut Hindu Cock was fully embedded inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān rectum, Durgesh stopped.
He let my body get used to the new feeling.
I could now feel the stretching and fullness in my sphincter muscles, but the twinge that occurred when Durgesh entered me subsided.
It was an entirely new experience, and although it was hurting, I liked the feel of his Uncut Hindu Cock inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān rectum.
Durgesh pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock out of my rectum until only the tip was gripped by the tight ring of muscles.
The pain eased, but not for long as Durgesh rammed it back all the way in a single thrust.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” I shrieked.
Durgesh began sawing his Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my rectum.
Gradually, the pain eased away completely, and all I could feel was the stretching of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān anal muscles as his massive Hindu organ moved to and fro inside my rectum.
My ass muscles gripped his sawing Hindu manhood tightly, feeling every curve of his gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock as it moved in and out of my rectum.
Soon, his every Hindu thrust drove me to the verge of ecstasy.
I could feel my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips swelling with excitement and fresh Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juice starting to flow out of my slit.
I didn’t realize that I was moaning nonstop under his Hindu onslaught.
“You’ve got a very tight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass Suraiyah Jamāl.” Durgesh whispered as he rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock back through my sphincter.
He lowered his head, took one of my erect nipples between his lips, and began kissing hard.
He bit the nipple, held it and rolled it between his teeth sending sparks of lust running through my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.
“Ahhhhhhhhh… yeah.” I whimpered as I sensed another orgasm approaching.
It was unbelievable.
I had never imagined that I could reach an orgasm this way, but it was happening right there with me.
I could feel the pressure building inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I grabbed his head between my arms forcing it onto my tits, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock fill my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass nicely.
“You like it Suraiyah Jamāl?” Durgesh rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān rectum mercilessly, “You like my Uncut Hindu Cock in your ass?”
“Yes…yes…please sodomize me…ahhhhhhhhhhh…” I wailed begging him to sodomize me harder, feeling my body reach the point of no return.
Durgesh fucked my ass harder and harder,
“I’m gonna fill your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass with my Hindu cum Suraiyah Jamāl…”
“Yes… give it to me…” I moaned thrusting my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass up to meet his ploughing Hindu tool, “Fuck me… fuck me… fuck my horny ass. Give me all of it.”
Durgesh pumped his Uncut Hindu Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass harder and harder.
I begged for more and he obliged with increasing his rutting.
It went on till infinity.
“It’s coming Suraiyah Jamāl…” Ultimately Durgesh groaned as he bore into my ass again, “I’m cumming… cummming… ahh… ahhh… here it comes… ahhhhhhh.”
Father-in-law cried and slammed his Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my rectum.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock swell inside my rear canal, and then the whole canal was filled with his hot Hindu cum.
It triggered my own orgasm.
I cried loudly, completely oblivious to the fact that my cries could be heard by my Musalmān husband in the other bedroom.
I had already crossed the line, and nothing could have stopped me from enjoying this blissful Moment.
My entire Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body jerked and twisted beneath his and then went rigid with passion as my orgasm hit me.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock spurted repeatedly, flooding my rectal passage with his thick hot Hindu juice.
I clasped his Uncut Hindu Cock tightly with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass muscles trying to milk every drop of cum out of his shooting Uncut Hindu dick.
Durgesh let out a deep breath and collapsed over me.
We clung to each other, reveling in the aftermath of our passionate anal adventure.
Gradually, the throbbing stopped and his Uncut Hindu Cock ceased deluging my anal passage.
I squeezed my anal muscles and sensed his Uncut Hindu Cock slowly losing its hardness.
Finally, he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock out.
My rear entry felt empty, and I became aware of a thin stream of hot sticky cum oozing out of my freshly buggered hole, slowly making its way along my crack and then soaking the bed sheet underneath. Durgesh lifted his body off me and slumped on one side, breathing heavily.
I looked at him; he was smiling with satisfaction; his eyes still filled with lust.
I smiled back at him and got off the bed.
He didn’t try to stop me, just kept watching me as I put my clothes back on. My ass and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, were both feeling slippery as I walked out of his room.
When I reached the door, the lights were still on in my bedroom.
As I opened the door, Muħammad Ålī, still wide awake, lifted his head from his pillow, looked blankly into my eyes and then closed his eyes again.
His face was emotionless.
If anything were going through his mind, he hid it successfully.
I felt embarrassed and guilty.
After all, he was my husband and no husband would agree to his wife sleeping with somebody else.
I didn’t know what was going on inside his head.
All I knew was that I couldn’t help it anymore.
I was now a personal whore for my Hindu father-in-law, and I enjoyed fucking him.
In a way, Muħammad Ålī was also responsible for it.
He could have stopped me tonight from going to his father’s room.
But he didn’t.
Now he couldn’t complain.
I went to the bathroom, stripped and took a shower.
I washed my Hindu cum soaked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and ass.
I changed my clothes and came out of the bathroom.
I turned off the lights, and for a Moment, I stood in the darkness wondering where to sleep.
Finally, I made up my mind and slowly slipped beside Muħammad Ålī.
We lay side by side; neither of us uttered a word.
It was a very strange feeling.
I was lying beside my Musalmān husband who knew that I had just fucked Durgesh.
Perhaps, he also heard my cries of passion all through my fuck session with my Hindu father-in-law.
I didn’t know whether I should love or hate my Musalmān husband for letting me go and fuck his own Hindu father.
We lay silently in the darkness.
My mind was in turmoil.
I heard Muħammad Ålī tossing around; and probably he was still tossing in bed when I dozed off.
My relationship with Muħammad Ålī as a man and wife virtually ceased to exist.
Although he didn’t divorce me, but after that night, there was no physical relationship between Muħammad Ålī and me.
We still shared the same bed; every night we slept side by side, but Muħammad Ålī never tried to touch me.
Even if I tried to encourage or seduce him, he simply brushed off my overtures, and turned his face away.
Every effort I made to seduce him bore no result, and finally I had to give up.
He talked very little with me; only when it was utmost necessary.
He began spending most of his time with our kids and ignored my presence altogether.
His attitude made my life miserable; I lived with an overbearing feeling of guilt, which was amplified every time I faced my Musalmān husband.
I felt bad for him, and felt hurt by his neglect; but, I hadn’t the courage to face him.
Muħammad Ålī never talked about my amorous relationship with Durgesh , nor did he try to stop it.
My daily fuck sessions with Durgesh continued unabated.
Durgesh was insatiable, always ready to stuff his Uncut Hindu Cock into my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
After that first time, he became even more daring.
Whenever he felt horny, he would simply called me; day or night, it didn’t matter to him.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy was getting more fucking than it could bargain for.
I was a reluctant partner in his horny game.
Like a drug addict who wanted to quit his habit but he couldn’t, I too wanted to stop my wanton relationship with Durgesh, but miserably failed to do so.
It was a weird kind of addiction, born out of fear of Durgesh, but so overwhelming, that I found it hard to say no to him every time he put his hands over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I liked the feel of his throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock plundering my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , and even longed for it whenever he was out of town.
I had been converted into an Uncut Hindu Cock hungry Saůūdī Årab Musalmān whore.
My longing for an Uncut Hindu Cock was so intense that it always overtook the feeling of remorse that I had about my Musalmān husband.
Many nights, after screwing Durgesh, I laid awake in my bed beside Muħammad Ålī hoping that he would get up and shove his cut Cock into my Durgesh’s Hindu cum filled Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Although I was getting a regular dose of fucking from Durgesh, I still missed Muħammad Ålī badly.
I desperately wanted him to make love to me.
Was it due to my love for him or was it due to my feelings of guilt, I couldn’t say.
I probably longed for his acceptance.
His continued neglect of me made me crazy about him.
Although Muħammad Ålī was keeping a distance from me, I sensed the struggle going inside him.
Often, I found him tossing in bed late in the nights.
Whenever I returned from Durgesh’s room after a prolong session of fucking and sucking, I could feel that Muħammad Ålī was awake waiting for me to return.
Sometime, in the nights, I woke up and found gentle stirring under the covers.
It didn’t take me long to realize that my husband had been whacking his cut Cock .
Perhaps there was some hope.
On one such night, I tried to take advantage of his vulnerability.
When he began whacking his cut Cock, I reached out and placed my hand over his naked belly.
Startled, he jumped off the bed and scurried to the bathroom.
I watched him go in utter frustration.
My heart was broken.
It was too much for an Uncut Hindu Cock hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān slut like me; but, I hadn’t the courage to ask.
After that, he stopped masturbating in bed.
Instead, he started visiting the bathroom regularly late at night, staying there for long durations.
After every such visit, I found handkerchiefs or small towels among the dirty clothes in the washing machine; each of them with a big dry spot.
Time flew, and I never realized that almost two years had passed since Muħammad Ålī stopped making love to me.
I had resigned to my fate and lost any hope of reviving my marriage again.
However, things took a surprising turn after the month of Ramzān.
Two days after Eid, it was almost ten thirty at night and I was getting ready for bed.
The kids were already asleep.
Muħammad Ålī was sprawled on the bed, eyes closed; he was pretending to be asleep.
Durgesh was not in the house.
He had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town.
I undid my clothes, vaguely aware that Muħammad Ålī was staring at me with his half-closed eyes.
It was a ritual that I performed almost regularly ever since Muħammad Ålī stopped having sex with me.
I never wasted any chance to let him see me naked or semi-naked, always hoping that one day my husband would start taking interest in me again.
I deliberately stripped to my bra and panties, waited for my husband to savor my semi nude charms.
It was weird.
I was trying to seduce my own husband who seemed to have lost interest in me completely.
Muħammad Ålī kept his eyes closed.
I gave him a glance, and finally put on a loose fitting gown.
I switched off the main light leaving only a small night lamp on.
I was about to slip in bed beside Muħammad Ålī, when he opened his eyes.
“Suraiyah Jamāl…”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
He hadn’t addressed me by Suraiyah Jamāl for almost two years.
I felt my eyes turning wet with happiness.
Muħammad Ålī got off the bed.
He walked close to where I was standing near the foot of the bed.
“Suraiyah Jamāl… sit here.”
I stared at him silently.
He took my hand, and helped me sit on the edge of the bed.
I offered no resistance and settled down.
Muħammad Ålī sat close to me.
“Wanted to ask you something,” he began, then stopped, looking somewhat unsure.
I was suddenly very happy.
My husband had approached me after almost two years.
I suppressed my tears of joy.
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know how to ask you. Are you… do you…?” He fumbled for words, “Actually what I want to know that are you happy with Durgesh?”
I didn’t understand what he meant; I stared at him questioningly.
“I… I mean,” he stammered, “do you like sleeping with him?”
So that was his intention: he wanted to know whether I liked fucking Durgesh.
I wanted to tell him ‘yes’, but knew that it wouldn’t be good to say so.
It was probably not the right time to accept that fact.
“What do you think?” I retorted, feigning little anger, “I’m happy sleeping with him? I sleep with him because I care for you and our kids. You know very well if I don’t do that he’d throw all of us out of this house.”
“I know… I know.” He said awkwardly, feeling little hurt.
I realized that he too was carrying guilt for not being able to protect me from Durgesh.
I felt pity for him, but also realized he was vulnerable at that Moment.
Perhaps I could use this opportunity.
“I did everything for you and the kids.” I gripped his hand, “Do you hate me for that?”
“No,” he replied immediately, “I don’t hate you. I worship you instead for your sacrifice for me and my daughters. I’m indebted and grateful to you.”
“Then why don’t you talk to me? Why don’t you make love to me? Why don’t you act like my husband?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re my Ammījān now.”
I looked at him incredulously,
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Any woman…” he fumbled, “who sleeps with my father got to be my Ammījān only. You can’t be my wife now.”
It was the most preposterous logic I had ever heard in my life.
“And what about the twelve years we spent together as husband and wife?” My voice was suddenly sharp.
I felt tears begin to swell in my eyes. He gawked at me.
“What about our children, do you think Durgesh is their father?”
“No, they’re my kids.” He was on the back foot, “But now I can’t be your husband.”
“Why not?” I rasped loudly, “I’m still your wife. Don’t you love me anymore?”
“I still love you, and I know that you didn’t do it willingly the first time. But now, we can’t live like husband and wife anymore.”
“Because you think that I’m your Ammījān now. Is that why you didn’t fuck me for the last two years?” I dropped all modesty and asked him crudely.
“Yes.” He said slowly.
His eyes went wide with my use of the word ‘fuck’.
I felt exasperated.
It was a strange situation.
My husband was avoiding me because he believed that I was his Ammījān as I had been screwing his Hindu ‘father’.
“So it means that you’re happy with what your Hindu father did to your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife?”
“No, I hate him for that.” His eyes were suddenly burning with hatred, “I want to kill that Hindu.”
“Why didn’t you kill him then?”
“I don’t know.” He said meekly, “I don’t know. Perhaps I don’t have the courage to do it. But I hate him.”
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
“I’d be happier if you can avenge my humiliation.” I feigned a sarcastic look.
He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. “I… I don’t know… how?” He babbled.
“You really want revenge for your Hindu father taking your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife away from you.”
“Yes.” He said painfully.
My heart began to melt.
“How will you do it?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulder, “I know I’m no match for him, in any way.”
The thought that was ticking in the back of my mind grew stronger.
I didn’t know whether he would accept my logic, but I decided to give it a try.
“There’s a way.”
“How?” His eyes were suddenly lit.
“You sure think I’m your Ammījān?” I quizzed him.
“I already told you that.”
“And you hate your Hindu ‘father’ for fucking me, and taking me away from you?”
“Yes,” he spoke with irritation in his voice, “how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“You can take your revenge.” I gave him a mischievous grin.
“How, how?” He asked impatiently.
“By fucking your Ammījān.”
He looked at me clumsily.
“Do to him what he did to you.” I wished that he would take the bait, “He fucked your wife and made her his personal whore. Do the same to him. Take his ‘wife’, me… fuck her… make her your slut.”
He stared at me, silently, lost in his thoughts.
I prayed silently.
After a while, he said contemptuously,
“Sorry, Ammījān!I’m a Musalmān. I’m not a Hindu. I’ve to show my face to Allah. I’ll never do it.”
I stared at him incredulously.
I stared at the Musalmān.
I knew, I’m not his wife anymore.
I’m his Ammījān forever now.
I kissed his forehead,
“You are right, son. Now touch my feet, if you think I’m really your Ammījān.”
He licked my feet and put his head there.
The relationship between us, was changed now forever.
From now on, my Musalmān husband was my son, and I was his Ammījān.
I left the bedroom.
My mother in law greeted me on her bed with Durgesh.
She smiled,
“From now on, all the three of us will sleep in nude, with Durgesh between us.”
I smiled, undressed myself and joined their nude bodies on the bed, now for ever.
The realization dawned on me with a great impact:
The Hindus are better in sex, but the Muslims are better in morals.
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2. The Audacity 4: We need to talk
4. The Punishment to my Enemy 4,5,6,7: Ammījān and her son: Durgesh Suraiyā Jamāl
6. The Everbest Wives: 37 Durgesh Ghausiyah Imtiyāz: Mecca Fataħ
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
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.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
16. A Deep Conflict-1
17. A deserving unfaithfulness
18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
20. Yåqūb Family-1
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
26. The three pregnants-1
27. The three pregnants-2
28. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
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. The Extent
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
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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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More 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 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
The Punishment to my enemy:6
Posted: March 20, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, incest, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl 3 CommentsThe Punishment to my enemy
Chapter 6
An unwanted affair
Ammījān and her son 3
Intuitively, I wrapped my nude Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān legs around his nude Hindu waist.
Durgesh buried his Hindu face between my undulating Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tits and started fucking me with his massive Uncut Hindu Cock .
His movements were slow at first probably because of our awkward position, but he soon found his rhythm and began fucking me harder and faster.
I could feel his gigantic Uncut Hindu Prick fucking deeper and deeper into my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt hole. With every Hindu stroke, it was driving me nuts.
I clasped my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs tightly around his Hindu waist and tried to wiggle my hips, trying to get his raging Uncut Hindu Cock even deeper into my willing Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
His face was buried in my tits. His lips were mercilessly kneading my soft flesh.
Durgesh was groaning loudly with lust,
” Suraiyah Jamāl… what a Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.” He was out of breath with exertion.
He pounded my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy relentlessly.
His lewd words worked to aggravate my longing for his ferocious Uncut Hindu Cock .
I began working my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles over his Uncut Hindu Cock .
I tried to hold his Uncut Hindu Cock tightly inside by squeezing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles.
Durgesh moaned with pleasure.
Both of us had completely forgotten the water that was continuously falling over our burning bodies.
“Aaahhhhh… aah… aah…” I realized that I was actually moaning with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lust with every plunge he made into my hungry Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy was dripping profusely under his onslaught.
Over and over, Durgesh fucked his mammoth Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my wet slick Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
My orgasm hit me like a flash of lightening.
“Aahhhhhhhhhhh…” I moaned shamelessly, completely oblivious to the fact that I was actually coming while fucking my father-in-law.
I enjoyed my orgasm with wild abandon.
Durgesh sensed my orgasm.
He began pumping my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy even harder.
“I’m coming… Suraiyah Jamāl… its coming.” Durgesh moaned and fucked his Uncut Hindu Cock all the way into my ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
He cried loudly as his Uncut Hindu Cock began shooting inside me.
Wads of thick sticky Hindu cum spurt from his massive Hindu fuck tool and gushed into my ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He pressed my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body against the floor.
I put my arms around his neck and enjoyed the hot molten Hindu seed erupting from his rigid Hindu shaft.
Slowly, the throbbing subsided and his Uncut Hindu Cock began to soften inside me.
My legs were still clenching to his waist.
He rested his face over my tits, desperately trying to control his erratic breathing.
We remained there in that position, trying to catch our breaths.
Then I lowered my leg on the floor.
He got up.
His limp Uncut Hindu Cock slipped out of me.
His Hindu cum oozed out of my freshly fucked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , dribbling along the crack of my ass, mixed with the water pouring from the shower.
The water helped in rinsing a part of our fuck juices from our bodies.
Durgesh gave me a satisfied grin,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā knows Suraiyah Jamāl,” He smiled. “I never fucked a Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like yours, for quite a long time, darling!”
After so recklessly enjoying a mind blowing fuck with my father-in-law, I suddenly found myself turning red with shame and embarrassment.
Father-in-law helped me in washing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
He took his time in working his Uncut Hindu Penis up my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and cleansed every drop of cum deposited.
Still, he was not satisfied.
We showered together and only then, he relented and released me.
I hurriedly fled to my room, naked, leaving my drenched clothes lying on the bathroom floor.
I closed the doors from the inside and grabbed a towel.
I stood in front of my dressing table; dried my soaked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body and began drying my wet hair with the towel.
I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body was glowing with the aftereffects of my shower fuck with my Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh.
I found myself turning crimson.
I had cheated on my loving Musalmān husband.
I wasn’t fully responsible for the last day’s incident.
However, I couldn’t deny that I had seen it coming, yet didn’t do much to stop it.
Perhaps I should have informed Muħammad Ålī about his father’s overtures much earlier.
Now, it was too late.
The thin line separating my relationship with my father-in-law had been crossed.
The truth was that I had enjoyed it; in fact, I rather waited for it to happen today.
By succumbing to the temptation, I had lost any moral ground that I had before starting my lustful relation with my Hindu father-in-law.
I saw my daughter stirring in her bed. Afraid that she would wake up at any Moment, I dropped the towel, and hurriedly took a new pair of bra and panties from the dresser and slipped them on my body.
I was about to put my salwar and kurta on when there was a knock at the door.
“Who’s there?” Although, I knew who it was.
“Suraiyah Jamāl… open the door,” The horny old Hindu man was again back, “want to show you something.”
“Not yet.” I replied, again feeling a sudden rush of excitement running through my body. “I’m still undressed.”
Immediately, his lecherous laughter resonated from the other side of door,
“Still have something to hide? Please open… I’ve got something for you.”
I thought for a Moment, and then opened the door.
Father-in-law stepped inside.
He was in his usual dress; his upper body bare and a tahmed carelessly wrapped around his waist that did nothing to hide the bulge in front of his crotch. When he saw me standing in only in a bra and panties, his eyes opened wide in admiration, “It’s for you.” He gave me a lewd grin. He brought his hand from behind his back and presented me with a box.
I reached out and took the box in my hand.
I lifted the lid and slowly opened the box.
Nestled in the blue velvety cloth was a beautiful pearl necklace.
He removed it from the box and held it up.
“It’s for you.” He whispered.
“No… I can’t take it.” I refused. “What am I gonna tell Muħammad Ålī.”
“Don’t worry about him.” He handed me the necklace, “Just give him any Cock and bull story… he’ll believe it.”
Durgesh moved behind me, took the necklace from me and slipped it around my neck.
Then he took me in front of the mirror,
“Suraiyah Jamāl… you’re gorgeous.” He spoke as he slipped his arms around my waist.
I felt his Hindu hardness pressing into my back.
His Hindu hand slipped inside my panties, and his hand touched my juicy, swollen Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and quickly found my clit.
Durgesh began to rub my tiny love-button.
“No… please stop… not anymore.” I resisted, but he didn’t listen to me.
In a flash, he slipped my panties off my legs.
Then he unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor.
“Now look,” Said the horny old Hindu man. “so… beautiful.” I stared at the petite naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman, with only a pearl necklace around her neck, staring at me from the mirror.
A pair of Hindu hands was working over her hairy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy from behind.
I had never been in such a position.
A sudden wave of arousal rushed through my entire Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock poking into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass cheeks. Then I realized that father-in-law had already dropped his tahmed, and he was standing completely naked behind me. Durgesh grabbed me from behind and forced me to bend forward.
“No… not.” I tried to stop him, “What’re you doing?”
Durgesh didn’t listen and pushed me.
I bent forward and grabbed the edge of the dressing table.
I was now on all fours with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass high in air and my hands gripping the dressing table.
Durgesh positioned himself behind me.
I held my breath as his mammoth Hindu manhood touched my glistening Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Durgesh took the Uncut Hindu Cock tip between his thumb and index finger and planted the tip at the opening of my scorching Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My entire Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body shivered with strange anticipation.
I was never fucked from behind before.
Although, Muħammad Ålī and I were aware about many positions of fucking, but we had never given it a try.
It was mostly done in missionary position.
Muħammad Ålī never liked to experiment; and I was too prudish to ask for any such thing.
I waited with bated breath.
“Sorry Suraiyah Jamāl… can’t stop now.” I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock head gently opening my inflamed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.
Durgesh gripped my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and gave a massive push.
His Uncut Hindu Cock began its journey into my already creaming Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
In one stroke, it was completely buried into me.
His Hindu crotch banged against my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” Father-in-law cried in excitement as his Uncut Hindu Cock plunged into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh began fucking me vigorously.
I waited for a Moment and then began responding to his Hindu strokes.
Durgesh fucked me harder and faster.
I was surprised at his Hindu energy. Only fifteen minutes ago, he had fucked me in the shower, and now his Uncut Hindu Cock was again buried inside from behind and he was pumping my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy like a madman.
I could never recall being fucked by Muħammad Ålī twice in one day.
Probably during the initial years of our marriage, he had fucked me more than once but such occasions were very rare.
I had a sense of exhilaration for being such a turn on for Durgesh.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was moving in and out of my ravenous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like a piston.
With every stroke, he was pulling his Uncut Hindu Cock completely out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and then immediately ramming it back into my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depths.
I began to squirm.
I lifted my head and stared at the Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman at me from the mirror.
Her face contorted with lust; she was groaning, moaning, begging the old Hindu man to pump her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy harder and harder.
It was entirely a different woman.
The simple homely housewife was lost somewhere, and I was looking at an Uncut Hindu Cock hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān whore who was so lecherously enjoying her ordeal.
Durgesh was groaning with effort.
His Hindu movements were increasing with every passing second.
His strong hnthighs slapped against the back of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs again and again.
My whole body reveled with the exquisite feeling.
“Aarhhhhhhhhhhhh…” He moaned loudly as he plunged his Hindu hard on into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I sensed his impending orgasm and thrusted my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass to take his Hindu plunge.
His Uncut Hindu Cock exploded like a massive volcano, releasing a big load of thick fresh Hindu cum deep inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I felt his jerking within the velvety folds of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and releasing gob after gob of fresh Hindu cum.
It triggered my own Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān orgasm.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy twitched violently around his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I forcibly squeezed my thighs trying to milk his shooting Uncut Hindu Cock.
His Uncut Hindu Cock jerked inside me for the final time, and then his ejaculation stopped.
He withdrew his slick Uncut Hindu Cock out of my Hindu cum filled Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Durgesh slumped over my back, breathing heavily.
I felt his Hindu cum oozing out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and slowly trickling along my inner thighs.
Finally, he got up releasing his grip on my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
I got up and turned to face him.
I looked at his cum soaked Uncut Hindu Cock that was fast shrinking in size.
He gave me an exultant look.
Lovingly, he put his head over my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and gently ran his fingers over my slit.
I closed my eyes and reveled in a wanton abandon.
“Suraiyah Jamāl…” Durgesh spoke.
I opened my eyes.
“You should take care of yourself.” He pointed toward my hairy underarms, “Go to a parlor and get this removed.” He gave me warm smile, and went out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.
I staggered to my bed and collapsed over it.
I got back to my senses only when my one year old daughter woke up and began crying.
I suddenly felt ashamed of my nakedness in front of my toddler.
I slipped a sheet, covered my naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, and took her in my arms.
That afternoon, I visited a beauty salon to get a complete makeover.
We never know what life has in store for us. We start doing something that we don’t enjoy, but end up liking it. Something similar happened to me. My amorous relationship with my father-in-law started as a non-consensual one. I hated my father-in-law for taking advantage of my vulnerability. He threatened me and then fucked me against my will. However, once I took his Uncut Hindu Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , I forgot everything.
It was a strange kind of love-hate relationship. I still hated him secretly for what he did to me, yet I longed to feel his Uncut Hindu Cock fucking into my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I never realized when I was transformed from a simple housewife to a Uncut Hindu Cock -hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān slut.
There were brief spells of righteousness, when I thought that I should stop screwing Durgesh.
But they were short-lived.
Durgesh successfully thwarted any such attempt.
Durgesh cajoled me, brought me new gifts and if that didn’t work then he threatened me; he did everything to get inside my panties.
And he succeeded every time.
I was aware that I had been cheating on my faithful Musalmān husband.
It always kept nagging in the back of my head.
In Moments of solitude, I always felt overwhelmed by a deep sense of remorse.
Yet, I couldn’t resist the carnal pleasure that I enjoyed in the company of Durgesh.
After many years of marriage, I began caring for my looks.
I started dressing nicely, and enjoying the frequent gifts Durgesh had been bestowing upon me.
I was sure Muħammad Ålī must have noticed those changes.
He appeared surprised at times, but he never mentioned it.
Durgesh was an extremely horny old stud.
He fucked me everywhere in the house; on his bed, on my bed, on the dining table, in the shower, even in the open courtyard.
I can’t recall if there were anywhere left in the house where we didn’t fuck.
Once I lost my reservations, I began to explore every facet of lovemaking with Durgesh.
I did many things with him which I could never have dreamt of doing with Muħammad Ålī.
I began watching porn movies with Durgesh.
I found it repulsive initially, but later I started enjoying it.
Often, when we were alone at home, we watched movies together.
Then he would fuck me in the various styles shown in the movies.
I loved the way he kissed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh was an ardent Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt kisser.
Every time he went down on me, he drove me crazy with pleasure.
One day, he asked me to suck his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was reluctant at first.
After some coercion, I agreed with a condition that he would not cum in my mouth.
He agreed, and I took his Uncut Hindu Cock in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and sucked it.
He kept his promise but when he was about to shoot, I invited him to shoot into my mouth, changing my mind suddenly.
Durgesh spurted all into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and I gulped it, the same way as it was done in one of the porn movie.
I found it highly erotic.
Slowly, I began enjoying taking his Uncut Hindu Cock in my mouth and sucking him hard.
I was also aware that it would be very difficult to keep our relationship secret for a very long time.
One day Muħammad Ålī would come to learn about it.
And it finally happened.
It was an early October cool morning.
My affair with Durgesh had already entered its third month.
The housemaid finished her daily chores; I quickly walked her to the door.
I had already fed Shama, and she was fast asleep.
As I locked the front door, Durgesh was already behind me clad in only his trademark tahmed.
He grabbed me.
His Hindu hardness pressed into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
By the time we reached my bedroom, I was completely naked.
My clothes were lying carelessly in the corridor from the front door, all the way to my room.
Durgesh pushed me onto the bed.
He undid his tahmed and dropped it on the floor.
He hurriedly got between my legs.
In a Moment, he was between my legs, with his face first buried between my thighs and then his hungry Uncut Hindu Penis lashing over my already dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He fucked my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy to an orgasm.
My body was writhing with lust.
I was dying to feel his massive Uncut Hindu Cock plundering my ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy, more and more .
Durgesh gripped his Uncut Hindu Cock between his fingers and rubbed it along my wet Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān slit.
He didn’t attempt to slide it inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy ; he just continued rubbing it over my slit.
“Fuck me.” I said irritably, gyrating my inflamed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips over his Uncut Hindu Cock head, “Don’t make me wait.”
“Okay.” He leered still running his Uncut Hindu Cock head along my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt slit.
“Please!” I wriggled my ass trying to get his Uncut Hindu Cock inside me.
“Really? You want it?” he teased me.
“Yes, please don’t tease me,” I begged, “fuck me hard.”
“As you wish my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān love, here it comes.” Finally, Durgesh relented and eased the fat head of his Uncut Hindu Cock into the entrance of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt. He then stopped again!
“Fuck me!” I cried like a slut, lifting my ass off the bed.
Durgesh laughed triumphantly, gripped my trembling legs and lunged.
His Uncut Hindu Cock pierced my spongy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!” I moaned as I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock moving deep inside me.
My head snapped back.
I reveled in the feeling of his massive Uncut Hindu Cock resting inside my scalding Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Father-in-law moved his hips, gently eased his Uncut Hindu Cock from my hungry Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt until only the Uncut Hindu Cock head was still inside.
Then he forced it back into my eager Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , causing me to moan with ecstasy.
Durgesh repeated his action again and again, driving me crazy with his passionate Hindu thrusts.
A thundering spasm rippled through my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy each time his Uncut Hindu Cock plunged in. My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy began dripping profusely with his lustful strokes.
“Like it?” Durgesh asked as he pumped his Uncut Hindu Cock in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
“Ahh… ahhh… yes… Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā! Durgesh!… yes… aahhh…” I murmured between my moans of ecstasy.
Durgesh drove in his Uncut Hindu Cock with a massive thrust.
“Ahhhhh… ahhhhh!” I wailed in extreme pleasure.
Durgesh moved his hips faster and faster, driving his Uncut Hindu Cock into my scorching Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depths.
The room was filled with lovely sounds as his Uncut Hindu Cock mercilessly plundered my drooling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
He had started panting with the effort.
I moaned loudly as my second orgasm hit me like a lightning.
I bucked my hips up to receive his deep Hindu thrusts.
My body went rigid with my orgasm.
Durgesh didn’t stop pumping.
He fucked me even harder.
His Uncut Hindu Cock sloshed into my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy like a piston, with every in-stroke forcing a fresh spasm of pleasure in my body.
“Ohhhh… it’s coming Suraiyah Jamāl… it’s coming.” Durgesh was fast approaching his own orgasm.
I could sense his Uncut Hindu Cock starting to swell inside me.
“Ahhhhhh!” He finally thrust his Uncut Hindu Cock all the way into my willing receptacle and released his hot Hindu cum inside my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depths.
His Uncut Hindu Cock jerked inside me releasing a fresh load of his hot Hindu juice.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hot Hindu juice flooding my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
A long shrilly sound suddenly filled the silence of the house.
We stopped in stunned silence, completely oblivious of what was happening.
Then he realized it first.
“Shit! Someone’s at the door.” Durgesh exclaimed.
Someone was pressing the doorbell.
Surprisingly calm, Durgesh immediately rolled off me.
His throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock popped out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Still squirting, it jerked violently and deposited a few more drop over my dark wet bush.
Durgesh jumped off the bed, grabbed his tahmed from the floor.
“Check who’s there Suraiyah Jamāl.” He whispered and rushed out of my bedroom.
I quickly got off the bed, picked my clothes spread all over the corridor and then quickly dressed.
There was no time to clean my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I just pulled my panties on.
I glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure that I looked presentable, and I went over to the front door.
The bell rang again, this time for a much longer duration.
“Who’s there?” I asked trying to control my erratic breathing.
“Muħammad Ålī.”
My heart leaped to my throat.
My husband was standing on the other side of the door.
I opened the door immediately.
“Where were you?” He looked at me questioningly.
“I was sleeping.” In my rush, I couldn’t think of a better reply.
“At this hour?” He frowned. “Where’s Dad?”
“Don’t know; might be sleeping as well.”
“Strange… everyone is sleeping.” He babbled to himself; suddenly he stared at me, “What happened to you? You don’t look fine.”
Color drained from my face.
“Nothing…” I stammered, not knowing what else to say.
He said nothing, and went into the bedroom.
I followed him hurriedly, silently praying.
He went near the bed and turned toward me.
I saw his nostrils flaring.
I panicked.
I shouldn’t have let him in.
He must have smelled the fresh fragrance of Hindu cum that permeated the air.
My eyes glanced over the bed; in my hurry, I had forgotten to adjust the bed cover.
It was a complete mess; the bed cover was completely crumpled.
There was a small wet spot on the sheets, almost an inch in diameter.
For a Moment, I felt that my heart would stop beating.
I moved to the bed quickly and sat so my body hid the spot from Muħammad Ålī’s view.
Muħammad Ålī looked at me, suspiciously.
“Who’s here Suraiyah?” All of a sudden, father-in-law asked from outside my door.
Muħammad Ålī’s attention was immediately diverted toward him.
Father-in-law is a shrewd man.
He didn’t enter my room.
Muħammad Ålī went out to talk to him.
I took a deep sigh of relief.
Quickly adjusted the bed sheets and covered the wet spot with a pillow.
Then I sat on bed and prayed that Muħammad Ålī wouldn’t decide to stay back.
Muħammad Ålī talked with his father about some matter regarding the shop.
He finally took instructions from father-in-law and then came inside after few minutes.
“I’m going with Dad.” He informed me. “Lock the door.”
As my husband and his father went out together, I quickly locked the door from inside, came back to my room and collapsed on the bed.
I just had a very narrow escape.
I was lucky that Muħammad Ålī didn’t notice the wet spot on the bed.
I realized that I would have to be very careful in the future.
Durgesh and Muħammad Ålī returned together late in the night.
During dinner, Muħammad Ålī appeared lost in his thoughts.
After dinner, he immediately went to our bedroom.
I finished all routine work and went to the room around ten.
Muħammad Ålī was still awake.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
I stared at him and immediately realized that something was terribly wrong.
“Come here.” He said to me solemnly.
Mortified, I sat beside him.
He looked me straight in the eyes,
“What’s going on between you and Dad?”
I had never expected that he would ask so bluntly.
All color drained from my face.
My whole body shivered with fear.
“Nothing…nothing.” I stammered.
“Don’t lie to me; what were you doing in the morning?”
I stared at him with frightened eyes.
Nothing came out of my mouth.
“I want an answer.” His voice was sharp.
“I…I…don’t know what you’re talking about.” I didn’t know what to say.
A morbid fear gripped my heart.
Deep inside, I had a hunch that my secret was no longer secret.
“Should I tell you?” He retorted.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my throat.
I knew my guilt feeling was correct.
“Okay tell me,” his eyes were suddenly burning with anger, “Since when it’s been going on?”
“What… I don’t understand… what you mean?” I wasn’t yet ready to accept my infidelity.
“Do you think I’m an asshole?” he roared, “I saw it last night… Durgesh was pinching your ass in the kitchen.”
I thought I would faint.
“And you were laughing.” He finished. His eyes never stopped looking at me.
I cursed my father-in-law.
Yesterday, while I was cooking dinner, he sneaked into the kitchen. Muħammad Ålī and the kids were in my room at the time. Finding me alone, he put his hands over my ass and squeezed my cheeks.
I had immediately removed his hands and warned him.
But, I didn’t know that it was also seen by Muħammad Ålī.
“What was happening today?” He asked again. “He was fucking you… am I right?”
Tears welled in my eyes.
I knew that it was useless to pretend anymore.
I told him everything, from the very beginning.
How his father threatened me and forced me to sleep with him.
Muħammad Ålī listened silently.
I could see his anger growing in his eyes.
Finally, he rose from the bed.
His eyes were burning with anger and hatred. He walked over to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked anxiously.
He didn’t reply and went out of the room.
I hurriedly went to the door and watched him going toward his father’s room.
I didn’t have the courage to follow him, so I shut the door and sat behind it praying silently, tears streaming down my face.
For the next half hour, I heard the shouts and sharp voices emanating from father-in-law’s room.
I could hear Muħammad Ålī shouting at his father, and his father was replying with equal tenacity.
Slowly, father-in-law’s voice became stronger and stronger. Muħammad Ålī’s voice almost ceased to exist.
Finally, everything fell silent.
I heard the door open.
I quickly moved to my bed.
Muħammad Ålī came in.
His face was pale like a ghost’s.
He stared at me for a Moment and turned his gaze.
I could see defeat in his eyes.
I felt hurt.
Although I had been cheating on him, I still loved him.
He was my first love.
However, I didn’t have the courage to ask about what happened in his father’s room.
Muħammad Ålī avoided my gaze.
He silently got on the bed, moved to near where Rehaana and Shama were sleeping.
He lay beside them and pulled the covers to hide his face.
My husband had again failed to stand up to his father.
I turned off the lights and tried to sleep.
I couldn’t sleep that night.
In the morning, Muħammad Ålī got up early and went to the shop without eating his breakfast.
He didn’t even talk to me.
Father-in-law was again leering at the kitchen door.
The memories of last night were still alive in my mind.
He looked unfazed despite everything. He barged into the kitchen and grabbed my waist.
“No…” I said angrily trying to get free from his clutches. “Not today…”
“Why? Now there’s nothing to be afraid of.” He said happily, forcing his hand between my thighs and caressing my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I recoiled back, trying to avoid his pressing palm into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
“I’ve explained everything to Muħammad Ålī. He won’t trouble you now. Now you can enjoy without any fear.”
Durgesh forced his hand inside my salwaar; pulled the cord and undid it.
Then he let it fall of the floor.
“No… No… I can’t.” I cried again fumbling in his hands.
“Come on darling, now I can fuck you openly.” Durgesh said hoarsely as his hands pushed my panties down my thighs.
He forced me to bend forward a little and pushed his hand between my naked thighs from behind feeling my trimmed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I squirmed as his Uncut Hindu Penis entered my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
He began to move his Uncut Hindu Penis in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I thought about Muħammad Ålī; the way he looked after returning from his father’s room.
I felt pity for him.
Durgesh began fucking at a harder pace.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body began to melt under his Hindu antics.
A wave of lust began to descend upon me.
I could feel my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy starting to flow.
The thought of Muħammad Ålī disappeared from my mind as I began to moan under his manipulation.
Durgesh smiled sensing my arousal.
He withdrew his Uncut Hindu Penis from my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
He dragged me with him to the veranda; near the dining table.
He undid my kameez and bra and made me completely naked.
He lifted me in his hands.
My ass gently touched the edge of the dining table as he lowered me on it.
I leaned back slightly, causing my tits to jut up.
Durgesh bent his head and eagerly began to kiss my tits.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy gushed with a fresh release of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān juices.
I closed my eyes and moaned loudly.
I had completely forgotten about my husband and eagerly enjoyed Durgesh’s lips over my tits.
He sucked my nipples, alternating between them, driving me crazy with lust.
I wriggled my ass over the table.
All of a sudden, Durgesh released my tits and I dropped to my knees burying my beautiful Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān face into Durgesh’s Hindu groin.
I bit my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure, sucking his great Uncut Hindu Penis.
Durgesh lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders to get a better access to my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I shoved my face deep into Durgesh.
I shuddered with pleasure, arching my body a little more.
Durgesh grabbed my head in his hands forcing him deeper into his groins, pushing the entire grand length and thickness of his Uncut Hindu Penis into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.
He came loudly, forcing my face deeper into his Hindu groins and deluging my swirling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tongue with his fresh Hindu juice.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt violently throbbed around his Uncut Hindu Penis.
He removed his Uncut Hindu Penis out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and stood up.
He grabbed my ass pulling me to the very edge of the table.
He grabbed the bulbous head of his Uncut Hindu Cock and guided it to my dripping opening.
He lunged forward and forced his massive Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside me.
I squealed with pleasure burying my face into his shoulder.
Durgesh grabbed my ass firmly and started fucking me.
His hips were moving as fast as he could move them.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was on fire, with every massive Hindu thrust making me even hornier, demanding more and more.
Over and over, Durgesh pumped his Uncut Hindu Cock into my inflamed Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Beads of perspiration began to trickle down his neck, yet he continued ramming his Uncut Hindu Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy ever faster. Harder and harder, He fucked me with all his Hindu might.
As his orgasm neared, Durgesh even furthered his humping.
He was groaning and grunting incoherently.
Finally, he bucked his ass muscles, forced his Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and began to plant his Hindu seed once again into me.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock throb and throb inside me and gob after gob of his Hindu cum inundated my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I dug my nails into his back and clutched his waist between my legs to hold every drop of his Hindu semen.
Father-in-law buried his sweat covered-face between my tits as he tried to catch his erratic breath.
His Uncut Hindu Cock ceased spurting but it remained buried inside me.
Finally, he straightened up, and pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock from my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , slick with his own Hindu cum and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy juice.
Durgesh left me in a dazed state as he moved back.
His fuck cream began to seep out of my freshly fucked Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I slipped off the table and stood by it.
Durgesh took his tahmed from the chair, and I stared as his cum slick flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared behind the veil of his tahmed.
His fuck cream was still oozing out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I felt his Hindu cum over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.
Father-in-law pointed at the puddle of cum on the table that had oozed out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
“Don’t forget to clean that.” He smiled with satisfaction.
I looked at him with delirious eyes but said nothing.
He went back to his room.
I stood near the table, looking at his back.
Slowly, I got back to my senses.
The handsome face of my husband again appeared before my eyes.
A deep sense of self loathing began to descend upon me as I began to dress.
Muħammad Ålī arrived late in the night.
When I served him dinner, he ate silently.
After dinner, he went to the bedroom immediately.
I stayed in the kitchen, finished my work, and went to the room very late.
Muħammad Ålī was lying on the bed, his face hidden under the covers.
I locked the room and was about to switch off the lights when there was a knock on the door.
“Muħammad Ålī…” Durgesh called from the other side of the door.
Muħammad Ålī lifted the covers off his face and looked at the door but didn’t reply.
“Muħammad Ålī…” Durgesh called again.
He stared at me, but remained silent.
I stared at him not knowing whether to respond to Durgesh ’s call or not.
An unusual silence filled the room.
I didn’t know why his Hindu father was calling him at such late hour, yet my heartbeat began to quicken.
“Send Suraiyah Jamāl to my room.” Father-in-law shouted from behind the door, “I need a massage.”
Stunned, I looked at my husband.
He was also staring at me, still motionless.
It was a strange request; no, it was not a request; it was an order.
My father-in-law was asking my husband to send me to his room.
I hadn’t any doubt that my husband understood very well what kind of massage his father wanted from me.
“I… I can’t come.” I stammered looking at my husband.
“Muħammad Ålī…” Father-in-law shouted again, this time little louder.
“Go…” Muħammad Ålī said.
“What did you say?” I looked at him, completely taken aback by his words.
“I said, ‘go’.” He said angrily, and turned his back towards me.
I stared at his back in disbelief.
My husband was asking me to go and sleep with his Hindu ‘father’, Durgesh.
“Suraiyah Jamāl… are you coming?” Durgesh spoke again from behind the door, “I’m waiting in my room.”
He must have heard what Muħammad Ålī had just said.
I thought for a Moment, and then looked back at my husband.
He was lying with his back towards me.
He didn’t have anything to say.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” was all I could utter.
I heard his footstep as he moved away from the door.
Again, I turned back, and stared at my Musalmān husband.
His face was now hidden under the covers.
In a daze, I opened the door and went out.
Durgesh was standing at his door waiting for me.
He smiled and gestured to come to his room and he went inside.
I closed my bedroom’s door gently, crossed the open courtyard to his room.
I pushed the curtains and looked inside.
Durgesh was sprawled on his bed, stark naked, playing with his Uncut Hindu dick.
His lips were spread in a lecherous smile.
“Come on Suraiyah Jamāl, take off your clothes and join me.” He winked at me, “We’ll massage each other the entire night.”
I watched him incredulously.
I was still unable to believe what was happening.
“I… I…” I didn’t know how to ask him.
My mind was perplexed with the course of events,
“What is this?”
Father-in-law gave me a lecherous grin,
“I told you in the morning… Muħammad Ålī will never stop you now. I’ve explained everything to him.”
I stared at him incredulously.
Screwing father-in-law was somewhat okay when Muħammad Ålī was not home.
I had been doing it for the last three months.
But now, my husband was lying wide awake in our bedroom; how could I do it?
“Hurry up.” Durgesh turned on the bed, impatiently.
“But… I… I…” I stammered, not knowing what to say.
“Stop worrying; Muħammad Ålī won’t disturb us.” He gave me a winning smile.
He knew what he was talking about. His fist moved rigorously over the length of his Uncut Hindu Cock,
“Lock the door and come here. I’m gonna fuck you this whole night.”
I stared at him, and then looked back toward my room with its doors partially closed.
I looked back to my Hindu father-in-law.
He smiled and gestured with his eyes to join him on the bed.
I took a deep breath, closed the door, and began to strip.
Durgesh watched me all the while stroking his massive Uncut Hindu Cock .
When completely naked, I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.
Durgesh took my hand and gently placed it over his hot Hindu rod.
I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his Uncut Hindu Cock , letting my hand move up and down along his Hindu hard on.
“Suck me Suraiyah Jamāl…” Durgesh shifted on the bed making room for me.
I climbed on and settled beside him, my hand still gripping his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I got on all fours and brought my head to his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I stuck out my tongue and flicked at the droplet of precum oozing from the tiny hole.
Durgesh squealed with delight.
I stopped sucking and looked into his eyes.
“I still can’t believe…”
“What?”
“Muħammad Ålī himself told me to come here.” I flicked my tongue over the tiny pee hole.
“I told you he won’t stop you.” He said triumphantly.
He put his hand over my upturned Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass and began running his fingers over my anus.
I lowered my head and took the bloated head of his Uncut Hindu Cock between my lips.
His finger poked into my sphincter.
“He knows that I’m the boss here.”
I ran my tongue over his Uncut Hindu Cock head, and I felt it twitch.
“Now you’re my whore Suraiyah Jamāl; now I can fuck you anytime.” Durgesh was smiling.
“Even in the front of Muħammad Ålī.”
He pushed his index finger deep into my sphincter making me whimper with a mild pain.
He forced his finger up to his knuckle and started finger fucking my ass.
It was a completely new feeling.
He had touched me there before, but never inserted his finger into my anus.
As his finger began moving in and out of my anus, lust slowly began to overtake my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.
By now, I had his Uncut Hindu Cock in my mouth and was deeply sucking on it.
Durgesh groaned with pleasure.
I sucked the swollen crown and then started licking along the length of his pulsating Hindu shaft.
I moved my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tongue up and down the length of his engorged Hindu manhood, feeling excited with every horny stroke of my tongue over his Uncut Hindu Cock.
I could feel my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy heating up, and my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juices began to flow.
Any thought of my own Musalmān husband, wide awake in my bedroom, evaporated from my mind.
All I was aware of was a mammoth Hindu hardness so lovingly trapped between my soft Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips, a thick index finger moving in and out of my ass, and a growing itch between my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.
My tongue was licking the base of his Uncut Hindu Cock , slowly licking the thick bush at the joint and the heavy sack dangling beneath.
Finally, I took one of his balls between my lips and sucked it hard.
Durgesh groaned and writhed on the bed with rapture.
“Suraiyah Jamāl uuuuuuuuuuuu… ahhhhhhhhhh…”
He placed his hand over my head and forced it into his Hindu crotch.
He pulled his finger out of my anus. Then he grabbed my waist and pulled it towards his face.
“Suraiyah Jamāl, get on top of me.” He groaned heavily.
I didn’t exactly understand what he wanted and stopped sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock .
He reached for my legs and helped me settle my lower body over his face.
Now my face was directly over his Uncut Hindu Cock , and my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was above his face.
I resumed my work and gobbled up his Uncut Hindu Cock -head between my greedy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips.
Durgesh caressed my full ass with his fingers, and then explored my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He grabbed my ass and pulled my hips down.
He kissed my inner thighs gently.
Finally, he planted a deep kiss directly on the fat lips of my creamy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
“Ahhhhhh…” I moaned.
I sucked his Uncut Hindu Cock wildly, trying to take most of it inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.
The head of his Uncut Hindu Cock touched my throat, and for a Moment I was afraid that I might gag.
I eased it out a little and sucked it hard.
I would have loved to take his full length inside my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, but it was too big for me to take it completely.
Anyway, later, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt would take his complete length with much ease; I thought with relief.
I began humping my hips up and down.
I forgot what I had been doing and enjoyed the new feeling… so terrific it was almost mind-boggling.
I lowered my head and resumed sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock more fervently.
Durgesh was gyrating his hips below me.
He began pumping his Uncut Hindu Cock into my mouth as if fucking a Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
His motions were gaining Momentum as he fucked his Uncut Hindu Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth harder and faster.
I knew if he continued like that, I wouldn’t be able to stop my climax.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
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.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
16. A Deep Conflict-1
17. A deserving unfaithfulness
18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
20. Yåqūb Family-1
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
26. The three pregnants-1
27. The three pregnants-2
28. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
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. The Extent
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
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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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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
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2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
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13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 2-Of my Musalmān enemies-1The Punishment to my enemy: 4
Posted: March 18, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl 2 CommentsThe Stunning Musalmān Houseladies
2: Of my Musalmān enemies
Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat
Chapter 4
An unwanted affair
Ammījān and her son
Life is strange.
So many things happen in our lives over which we have no control.
Sometimes, these events are so unplanned, so unintentional, that they leave you baffled.
I went through some strange events that threw my life into an endless wave of lust and debauchery.
I had a nice loving Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ålī; who loved me a lot, and five beautiful kids whom I adored.
I had everything that a woman needs to call herself happily married.
Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have imagined having an affair with another man, and that Durgesh.
However, it happened and I couldn’t stop it.
My licentious affair began with my own Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh.
My only sin was that I loved Muħammad Ålī, and married him.
Muħammad Ålī’s only sin was that he was an adopted son of Muħammad Ħasan,Durgesh’s arch Musalmān enemy.
Here, I would like to add that it was kind of forced onto me initially, but later, I must admit, I too began enjoying it.
Yes, I’m sorry to admit that Durgesh is perhaps the best man in the Universe, who can fuck a Musalmān beauty to even more than her hearts content.
My relationship with my Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh; is continuing.
Now my husband, Muħammad Ålī, also knows about it.
I have been regularly sleeping with two men in a single house: with my lawfully wedded Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ålī; and when he’s not home, with my horniest Hindu father-in-law.
I was only seventeen when I got married.
My husband Muħammad Ålī, who is just one year older than me, was the adopted son of Muħammad Ħasan. Muħammad Ålī was not good in studies.
He floundered repeatedly in his exams.
When he failed thrice in his class, his father Muħammad Ħasan, a shrewd businessman, withdrew him from school, and hired him in his own sweets shop.
Muħammad Ålī liked working at the shop more than adding two plus two in school.
He soon learned most of his father’s successful business secrets.
However, he had a major weakness: he was extremely bad with numbers.
For some time, Muħammad Ħasan entrusted him with all the responsibilities of running the shop, but soon realized his son’s inability in handling finances.
He went back to looking after the sales himself, and Muħammad Ålī was assigned the task of supervising the production of sweets.
Muħammad Ålī, a meek and introvert youth, never expected more than that.
He was content with what he got, and never complained about playing second fiddle to his father.
My father had a small grocery shop at the outskirts of the city selling daily goods and utility items.
Earnings weren’t very good to support a family of six, my parents, my three sisters, and myself, but we were managing somehow.
Abbu knew Muħammad Ålī’s father, he was just an old acquaintance, nothing more than that.
One fine day, Muħammad Ålī’s father visited our house looking for abbu. They met and talked privately. After Muħammad Ålī’s father left, Abbū came inside and happily announced that Muħammad Ħasan was asking my hand for his son.
Everyone was surprised. Why would a wealthy person like Muħammad Ħasan like to marry his only son to the daughter of a poor shop owner?
The news spread like a jungle fire in the small town.
My neighbors and relatives received this news with contempt and disbelief.
But, once they realized that it was true, there were mixed reactions.
Some were genuinely happy, while some were very jealous.
One of my relatives even suggested that there might be some problem with Muħammad Ålī, and my father should not accept this marriage.
However, Abbū had met with Muħammad Ålī once at their shop, and he didn’t find any abnormality in him.
He considered it as a blessing from Allah.
He was very happy that at least his eldest daughter was getting married to a rich family where she would lead a comfortable life.
Nobody really knew why Muħammad Ħasan had chosen me for his son.
I was too young to understand the intricacies of marriage.
Marriage was not a subject in which Musalmān girls in an orthodox Musalmān family like ours had any say.
All I knew that one day Abbu would arrange my marriage with some suitable Musalmān boy, and I would spend my entire life with him; no questions asked.
Therefore, when my Ammījān gave me the news, I didn’t respond very eagerly. Two days later, my younger sister took me to a corner and handed me a photograph.
It was taken in some marriage ceremony.
It showed a group of teenage boys. She pointed to a frail but handsome looking Musalmān boy standing in the center of the group.
I stared at the picture of my future Musalmān husband, suddenly overwhelmed with a strange emotion.
I had never felt like that before.
I didn’t realize then that I had fallen in love with the shy looking boy smiling in the photograph.
A month later, we got married in a lavish ceremony.
After the marriage, I got my first taste of sex.
We couldn’t meet on the first night as the ceremonies continued until dawn.
When I was finally taken into our bedroom, my eyes were drooping with exhaustion.
Muħammad Ålī was no better than me.
Both of us were dead tired. Muħammad Ålī hugged me on the bed.
He kissed me; we talked in slow whispers for some time until we fell asleep.
For the first time in my life, I slept on the side of a man whom, only a day ago, was a complete stranger to me.
It was the second night of our marriage, when Muħammad Ålī made love to me for the first time.
I still remember the feeling of utter shame when he began to strip me.
I made him switch off all the lights before he proceeded to undo my clothes. After removing my clothes, he stripped hurriedly.
In the complete darkness of our bedroom, I heard the rustling of his clothes and felt his presence only when he got between my legs.
Then his cut Cock poked at my virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Both of us were virgins.
Neither of us had any prior exposure to the opposite sex.
A married friend of mine had given me some mushy insight about this night. She had especially asked me not to stop my husband.
She had also told me that it would hurt the first time but would be great fun later.
Muħammad Ålī tried to insert his cut Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy clumsily.
After some fumbling, he was able to insert his cut Cock head into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
It tore my virgin hymen, and I cried with pain.
He stopped pushing further, but didn’t pull his cut Cock out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
After waiting for my pain to subside, he began to move his glans gently in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Muħammad Ålī fucked me with only his cut Cock head inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
It was painful at the beginning, but soon the pain began to recede, and an unusual feeling of rapture began to overwhelm my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body. Muħammad Ålī didn’t push his cut Cock further.
I could feel his cut Cock head moving in and out of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and then all of a sudden he erupted.
His hot cum spilled mostly over my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and soaked my thick bush.
It was a thick hot sticky liquid, and on that first occasion it didn’t appear very pleasant.
Muħammad Ålī immediately withdrew his cut Cock and rolled off me.
I grabbed my clothes and rushed to the bathroom.
I washed the thick gluey liquid that was sticking to my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and my dense bush.
There was also some blood mixed with the cum that oozed out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My friend had warned me about it so I didn’t panic.
Before coming out, I put my clothes back on.
Muħammad Ålī was waiting outside, still naked.
He had switched on a night lamp.
My face turned crimson with shame, but I could not avoid having a good look at my husband’s depleted cut Cock which, only minutes ago, had taken my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān maidenhood.
He stepped into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
Muħammad Ålī came out of the bathroom, with a tahmed, sarong, around his waist.
We then slept in each other’s embrace.
Next morning, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was sore.
I felt a little discomfort while walking. However, as the day progressed the pain was replaced by a gentle tenderness.
Even after the painful experience of last night, I eagerly waited for the next night.
I was longing to go through that experience again, wanted to feel my Muħammad Ålī’s cut Cock sloshing in my tender Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and then ejaculating his seeds inside my depth.
As I waited eagerly, I sensed a wetness seeping between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips.
It was very strange; I had never felt like that before.
I was dying to get laid again.
I felt ashamed of my lustful thoughts. That night, I took the entire length of his cut Cock inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was still sore from the previous day’s adventure, but I didn’t stop Muħammad Ålī.
He continued ramming his cut Cock into me and after some effort it was completely buried in my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depths.
Muħammad Ålī fucked me in a slow rhythm until he erupted inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, filling it with his hot seed.
This time, his hot thick cum didn’t feel bad inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, I rather liked the feeling of his cut Cock jerking and erupting inside me.
After that day, we fucked almost daily.
With time, we lost our inhibitions and indulged in sex more often.
As a result, I was pregnant after two months and became an Ammījān within a year of my marriage.
I always considered Muħammad Ålī to be the perfect man for me; but he had a very meek disposition.
He was completely overshadowed by his father’s arch Hindu enemy, Durgesh’s towering Hindu personality.
Muħammad Ħasan, though loved his son, was a very dominating father, because my husband was the only person he could dominate.
Otherwise, not only Durgesh, even each and every woman in the household, dominated Muħammad Ħasan.
Throughout, his childhood he had been critical of his son and as a result, Muħammad Ålī’s personality remained subdued.
He could never face his father, nor Durgesh consequently, for anything whether it was right or wrong.
He silently accepted any commands given by his father and Durgesh, both.
Muħammad Ålī once told me that he hadn’t even seen my picture before our marriage.
His father arranged his marriage and informed him.
I was chosen as his son’s wife because Muħammad Ħasan believed that a Musalmān girl from a poor family would always be at his mercy and would never pose a threat to him.
I also feel that to some extent, my father-in-law was right in this belief.
I was brought up in a family where women had no say in the day to day functioning of the household, and no surprise that I too believed that.
As time passed, Muħammad Ålī got busier with the shop.
The old man began to give him more responsibilities to please Durgesh.
However, he kept the final control in his hands and never let my husband take full responsibility of his business.
I had nothing to complain about. Muħammad Ålī was his only son and the rightful heir.
Above all, I was leading a life I could never have imagined in my life.
I had a loving husband and a beautiful girl child.
I couldn’t have asked for anything better from life.
After the birth of our first daughter, the frequency of sex dwindled as I became a busy Ammījān tending to the needs of a tiny tot and Muħammad Ålī got busier in the shop.
Over the years, the frequency of our sexual encounters dwindled further. Muħammad Ålī and I never observed any kind of protection during our lovemaking, and so, by the end of tenth year of my marriage, I was Ammījān to five beautiful daughters.
Many things had changed over the last ten years.
I was now a fully grown Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman in my late twenties.
I was no more a cute, skinny petite dove like the one I used to be at the time of my marriage.
I had put on some weight.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tits had lost their original firmness yet they were still erect proudly.
Even Bearing five daughters had left NO scar and NO fleshy hump around my tummy.
My small taut Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks became somewhat swollen, and my thighs appeared fleshier.
These all things made me more beautiful day by day, and more voluptuous.
I was happy and contented with my life.
My husband still loved me very much, and he never failed to praise how beautiful I looked.
I had every reason to believe him.
I loved my husband very much and no thought about any other man ever occurred to me.
Not until I began to notice changes in my Hindu father-in-law’s, Durgesh’s behavior.
My Ammījān-in-law was sleeping with Durgesh many years before my marriage, as if Muħammad Ħasan was not her husband, Durgesh was.
Therefore, I was the only woman, except my mother in law, in my house other than a maid who visited our house in the morning and afternoons to clean the house.
My Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh; was very fond of me.
He took good care of me, and my family.
He played with my kids, bought them gifts and toys, paid for their school, and their other expenses.
He did everything a good grandfather would do for his grandchildren.
Unlike my father, my husband’s father was quite liberal and he let me enjoy lot of freedom in the house.
I too treated him like my Abbu.
Durgesh was fifty, but appeared much younger than his age, not more than thirty.
I must admit that he was good looking and well maintained for his age.
Muħammad Ålī once told me that his Hindu ‘father’, Durgesh; loves his Ammījān very much, and has an extra ordinary interest in sex.
I really admired him for being so.
However, his recent activities revealed a darker side of him.
He had been entrusting more and more responsibility to my husband.
His business was flourishing; the shop was doing very well.
Father-in-law saw the opportunity and opened a branch of his shop in another part of the city.
It increased Muħammad Ålī’s workload as he was looking after both establishments.
It kept him busy with little time for the kids and me.
Muħammad Ålī’s father stopped visiting his shop altogether, and began to manage his affairs from the home itself.
He appointed a cashier at the shop to help Muħammad Ålī with the finances. Father-in-law began spending more and more of his time at home with his arch Hindu enemy almost always present there.
He didn’t have much to do, so he began spending more time with the kids. When they weren’t home, he spent his time sitting in his room watching some television program or some movie on his player.
He was very fond of Bollywood and Hollywood movies.
Recently, he had purchased a brand-new DVD player.
Every other day, he would bring home some borrowed disc from a nearby shop and watch it with kids, or sometimes with the whole family.
He had a good collection of DVDs of his own.
He had given me his old DVD player. Often, I used the player during the afternoons for watching movies while waiting for the kids to return from school. Although it started with subtle hints, I began to notice the way Muħammad Ålī’s Hindu ‘father’ looked at me.
I caught him, a number of times, staring at me in a peculiar way.
He began to seek excuses to visit the kitchen every now and then.
I normally spent most of my time in the kitchen or in my bedroom.
Often, I found him coming to the kitchen on one pretext or another and trying to talk to me.
At times, I found him staring at my bosom with a lecherous look in his eyes. One day, he accidentally kept his hands over my shoulders.
He immediately withdrew it, but such accidents began to happen very often. There were certain occasions when I felt his eyes boring into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān cleavage.
Sometimes, when I passed near him, I had a strange feeling that he had been ogling my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks. He started bringing gifts for me very often, sometimes rather expensive gifts.
Initially, I was happy with his gestures, but later I got suspicious.
He was very careful about his actions. Whenever Muħammad Ålī or the housemaid was home, he kept himself confined to his room, pretending to be reading some magazine or watching a television program. As soon as the kids were off to school and the housemaid left for another house, he would appear at the kitchen door asking for something.
We live in a spacious three room house that my father-in-law built long ago. The front door opens to a wide corridor, which passes between two big facing rooms, one is my bedroom and other belonged to the kids.
The corridor opens into a spacious veranda and to an open courtyard after that.
The kitchen is situated after my bedroom and its doors open to the veranda. Facing the kitchen, on the other side of the open courtyard, lies Durgesh’s bedroom.
My bedroom initially belonged to my father-in-law, however, after my marriage, he gave us his bedroom and he took another bedroom.
The two bedrooms in our house have attached bathrooms.
There is also an additional bathroom situated just after the children’s room.
It opens to the veranda.
The common bathroom is a small one. Usually, it was kept locked and was rarely used.
The other major change I noticed in Durgesh was that he stopped using his own attached bathroom.
He began taking his showers in the common bathroom.
It was very strange.
It gave him ample opportunity to roam around the house wearing only a towel around his waist.
Often, I found him deliberately lurking here and there in the veranda in his seminude state, especially when we were alone at home.
I found his actions little suspicious but tried to ignore him.
I never expected that a man of his age, and his reputation could be harboring ulterior motives about his ‘own’ daughter-in-law.
I was more confused because for the last ten years he had been a perfect gentleman, never giving me a chance to doubt his intentions.
One afternoon, after the housemaid left, I was alone at home.
I fed the two young kids and left them sleeping in my bedroom.
After a while, I heard him calling me from his room.
When I went there, he was lying on his bed in a vest and a tahmed, sarong.
He told me that he was feeling some pain in his back and asked me to rub a pain reliever on his back.
He gave me a tube of pain reliever.
I took the tube.
He immediately got up and removed his vest.
He was now half-naked standing in front of me.
I had seen him roaming around the house, wearing only his tahmed; but never before had he taken his vest off in front of me.
My face turned scarlet with embarrassment.
Notwithstanding a small potbelly, he had a rather good physique for a fifty-year old.
Durgesh didn’t seem to notice it.
He lay on his bed on his stomach, and pointed to a region in his lower back and asked me to apply cream to it.
I sat at the edge of his bed.
I squeezed the tube, took a large gob of white cream between my fingers and began rubbing it over the affected area. Durgesh closed his eyes and rested his head over his folded hands.
I rubbed the paste over his aching back in silence.
Then I noticed that his tahmed was tied in such a way that a small part of the crack of his ass was visible.
I began feeling uncomfortable.
My face turned red but out of respect for the old man, I continued rubbing the cream on his back.
It went on for about five minutes.
Finally, he asked me to stop and told me that his back felt better.
I got up from his bed and proceeded to go out of his room when he turned on the bed.
Even in my rush to leave his room, I didn’t miss the massive tent formed in the front of his tahmed.
Ashamed and terrified, I rushed to my bedroom, locked the door, and sat on my bed.
I was stunned.
My heart was beating fast.
I could hear my heart beats hammering in my ears.
I was now sure about my Hindu ‘father-in-law’s intentions towards me.
The old man wanted me.
I was horrified at the thought.
I was brought up in a very strict and conservative Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān family. Although my parents let me study, my education was in an all-girls school.
My Ammījān never let me out without wearing a burqā.
I wasn’t allowed to talk to any boy from the neighborhood.
The only man in my life was my husband Muħammad Ålī.
I loved him; although at times, I felt sad for him not being so smart like his Hindu ‘father’.
All ten years of my marriage, Muħammad Ålī had been a very good husband and I never felt any inclination to think about any other man.
Now, after a long period of a happy married life, things were beginning to change.
My Hindu ‘father-in-law’ was trying to seduce me.
I was afraid and perplexed by his behavior.
I didn’t know what had gone into his head.
He had always been a father figure to me.
It’s true that he never gave Muħammad Ålī full power over the shop, and he remained in control of all affairs and showed no intentions of retiring.
However, he did everything that a good father could do for his family.
He looked after all of us very well.
At times, he got upset with Muħammad Ålī, sometimes even lost his temper but he never said anything to me. He helped me in every possible way to make my life comfortable.
I didn’t know why he was behaving in such a manner now.
I thought about telling Muħammad Ålī about the incident, but later decided against it.
I didn’t know how he would react to this news.
He was very afraid of his father, and Durgesh both, and I had never seen him taking a stand against them, even when he was not wrong.
I was afraid that father-in-law would call me to his room the next day, therefore, when he informed us that night that he would be out of the city for some days, I was relieved and happy.
I was probably imagining too much, and everything would be fine after his return.
He was visiting a nearby city to attend some marriage ceremony in his friend’s family.
Durgesh returned three days later.
The children were at school and Muħammad Ålī had already gone to the shop.
After freshening up, he called me into his room.
I was a bit apprehensive, but I went.
He was standing by his bed with his briefcase lying open on the bed.
He was rummaging through its contents.
I used my chunni, a scarf, to cover my head and went near him.
Durgesh took the clothes out of his briefcase and produced some small packages.
“For the children,” he said as he handed me the packages.
I took them.
Then he pulled a few DVD cases out of his bag. “I’ve brought some new movies, like to watch?”
“No… I’m not free now.” I was eager to get out of his room, “I’ll watch later.”
“I’m not asking you to watch it now.” He smiled.
He handed me one DVD from the pack and put the others into his TV cabinet. “Keep it… Watch it when you’re free. I know you like movies.”
I silently took the DVD, left his room, and took a deep sigh of relief.
Maybe I was wrong about my Hindu ‘father-in-law’.
I went to my room and put the DVD in my cupboard.
I decided to watch it later in the afternoon. Durgesh took his shower. Surprisingly, he didn’t use the common bathroom.
He washed in his own bathroom. When he came out of his room, he was fully dressed.
I was in the kitchen cooking lunch.
“I’m going to the shop.” He spoke from the kitchen door, “Is lunch ready?”
“Yes.”
He sat at the dining table.
I served him food.
He ate ravenously.
He looked happy.
Once or twice he looked at me but didn’t talk much.
He seemed to be preoccupied with something.
When he left after lunch, I locked the door.
I fed Rehaanah and Shama, and left them playing in the veranda.
My other three kids, Shahidah, Sakina, and Parveen, were at school and were not expected until three.
I looked at the wall clock; it was showing 1:00 pm, enough time to straighten my aching limbs.
I thought I would take a brief nap.
I slipped in my bed and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I remembered the DVD that Durgesh had given me.
I am a big movie fan also; therefore, I dropped the idea of sleeping.
I took the DVD out of my cupboard, switched on the television, the DVD player, and inserted the disk into it.
I took the remote and settled on the bed.
I adjusted the pillows beneath my back to put myself in a comfortable, reclining position and then pressed the play button on the remote.
The television screen flickered for a few seconds; then it began to show the legal warnings. I pressed the fast-forward button, waited for few seconds and again pressed the play button.
My eyes went wide open with shock and disbelief.
Along with the credits, the screen showed a naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman lying on a sofa.
A Hindu man with a gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock was fucking her hairless Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy while she was gripping, and sucking the Uncut Hindu Cock of another Hindu male.
In my panic, I simply forgot to use the remote, immediately jumped off my bed and switched off the television.
Then I stood there shivering violently.
I had never seen such a wanton display of sexual acts before.
I had heard about porn movies; and I was vaguely aware of the fact that in such movies, fucking scenes were shot from very close quarters.
However, what I just saw appeared simply disgusting.
Gradually, the trembling was replaced by anger.
I was furious with Durgesh.
The old man was playing games with me.
He had deliberately handed me a blue film DVD.
Seething with anger, I decided that I would confront the old man, and if he refused to improve his ways, I would report the incident to Muħammad Ålī.
I could not let this go on forever. After making up my mind, I took the disk out of the player and put it back in my cupboard.
My daughters arrived from school, and I got busy with them.
The kids ate their food, and then all of them went out of the house to play with their friends, leaving Shama, the youngest one, and me alone in the house.
Durgesh arrived at about five in the evening.
When I opened the door, he smiled at me, and then went directly to his room.
I waited for some time.
I was furious with him, but now when I was about to face him, I started feeling nervous.
I went to my room, took the CD from my cupboard, and waited there for some time, breathing heavily, trying to overcome my nervousness.
Finally, I came out of my bedroom.
I crossed the veranda and the open courtyard and knocked on his door.
“Come in.” He asked from inside.
I went inside.
He was sprawled on his bed, the remote was in his hand and he was continuously changing channels.
He looked at me. “What’s this?” I asked angrily showing him the DVD.
He stared at it then looked at me, puzzled.
“What did you give me?”
“A movie…” He tried to smile.
His smile made me even angrier.
I had never been so angry in my whole life.
I could feel tears swelling in my eyes. “You call this a movie?” I threw the DVD on his bed.
He picked up the disk in his hand.
His face wore a look of deep surprise. Again, he stared at me as if he couldn’t understand why I was shouting at him. Then his eyes went wide.
I had enough.
I could not control my tears.
I knew I would start crying, so I immediately turned and began to walk out of his room.
“Suraiyah, please stop.” He called me as he jumped off the bed.
I didn’t stop and walked hurriedly toward the door.
He rushed close to me and held my hand firmly.
“Let me go.” I cried trying to release my hand from his firm grip.
But, I was no match for his strength.
“Look Suraiyah.” He said apologetically, “It’s just a mistake. I didn’t give it to you deliberately.”
“Let go of my hand.” Angrily, I tried to free my hand from his grip, finally succeeding in getting out of his clutches.
I ran out of his room, and scurried to my room.
Durgesh followed me.
I quickly locked my room from the inside.
I heard his footsteps approaching the door.
Then he knocked lightly.
I didn’t reply.
“Suraiyah, please listen to me.” He was almost pleading, “I didn’t do it knowingly.”
“I don’t want to listen to anything. When Muħammad Ålī returns, then we’ll talk.”
“Please… Suraiyah… Don’t tell anything to Muħammad Ålī. Believe me, it was not intentional.”
“Please go,” I shouted from inside, “I don’t want to talk to you.”
There was a silence for some time.
“Look Suraiyah… I bought it for myself. I gave it to you by mistake… You must believe me.”
I realized that if I continued answering his calls he would not go away.
I kept silent.
Finally he spoke,
“Okay… If you don’t want to listen… I’ll go. But think hundred times before you tell Muħammad Ålī about it.”
I heard him move away from the door, and then there was silence everywhere.
I was in no hurry to open the door.
I rubbed my eyes to wipe the tears.
I remained in my room until my daughters returned.
Durgesh was locked inside his room.
I washed my face and began preparing dinner.
I pondered what had happened this afternoon.
I didn’t know whether my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ was telling the truth.
But, after much deliberation I decided to give him a chance.
Muħammad Ålī came at around eight.
Durgesh was careful enough to open the door of his room before the arrival of Muħammad Ålī.
Still, he stayed inside his room watching television.
When dinner was ready, I sent Parveen to call him.
He came back and said that grandpa was not hungry.
I didn’t press further and served the dinner to Muħammad Ålī and the kids.
Muħammad Ålī was a bit surprised by his Hindu ‘father’s absence from the dining table; but he was tired from the day’s work. He ate hurriedly and went to the bedroom with the kids.
I collected the dishes from the dining table and dropped them into the sink.
Then I went to my bedroom.
Before entering the room, I looked in the direction of Durgesh ’s room.
He was still awake.
I could hear the sound from his television emanating from his room.
I went inside my room and locked it.
Things were back to normal for a while.
Durgesh resumed his normal routine the day after, however, he was subdued.
He talked very little with me or with anyone and spent most of his time with the kids.
It appeared that my threat had worked.
I was happy that he was not troubling me now any more.
I avoided him completely and spoke with him only when it was necessary.
At times, it was a necessity as he was the master of the house.
All the earning from the shop went to him only.
He didn’t pay a single penny to Muħammad Ålī.
Therefore, if I needed anything, I had no other option than to ask him for money.
This situation didn’t last for very long.
Gradually, Durgesh returned to his nasty antics.
One day, I found him roaming around the kitchen with only a tahmed on his body, and an unmistakable bulge in front of his crotch.
When he saw me, he smiled gleefully and went to the common bathroom.
I was annoyed but knew that it was futile to talk to him unless he did something nasty.
I avoided him by mostly remaining inside my room.
If for any reason I had to go to his room, I made sure that I left it as quickly as possible.
After the previous incident, I was somewhat assured.
Durgesh might be a horny old man, and probably he was having the hots for me, but he would never like to be exposed in front of his ‘son’.
Therefore, I was sure that he would not dare touch me.
As far as his horny behavior towards me was concerned, I thought it would be better to overlook it.
One afternoon, after having finished cooking lunch, I decided to retire to my room.
My daughters, except Shama, were at my parents’ house, spending their winter vacation.
“Suraiyah…” I was about to open the door to my bedroom when I heard his voice.
“Yes.” I replied loudly.
“Please come here…”
“In a minute…” I said reluctantly.
I went into my room and waited for some time hoping that he would not call me again.
After about five minutes, he called me again.
I walked over to his room.
Durgesh was lying flat on his stomach.
As usual, he was wearing only his tahmed.
His face was grimacing with pain.
“What do you want?” I pulled the drape covering his door to one side and asked.
” It’s hurting very much.” His hand touched a place at his back, “Please…” His eyes wore a pleading look.
I recalled the incident which took place a few days ago.
I was about to refuse when he moaned loudly.
I relented.
I sat on the side of his bed, took the cream from him and began applying it to his back.
He closed his eyes and relaxed.
I applied it for about five minutes.
None of us spoke anything.
Finally, I asked,
“Is it okay?”
Father-in-law opened his eyes and looked at me,
“Its better, you can go now.”
I stood and began to walk toward the door.
Father-in-law tried to get off the bed.
All of a sudden, his leg got stuck in his tahmed, and he stumbled.
He gripped the bed’s headrest to support himself.
As he tried to keep his balance, his foot pulled his tahmed, and the loosely tied cloth fell off his waist.
I stared at him; my eyes went wide with horror.
Durgesh’s tahmed was lying near his feet.
He was standing beside his bed without a stitch of clothing on his body.
His uncircumcised mammoth Hindu manhood was sticking out of his dark crotch like a flag pole.
I was dumbfounded with shock.
I wanted to cry, but nothing came out of my mouth.
Durgesh immediately bent forward and picked his tahmed from the floor, and wrapped it around his waist.
His massive Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared behind the thin cloth, but a big tent in front of his crotch remained.
I dashed out of his room, crossed the courtyard scurrying to my bedroom. Hurriedly locking the doors from inside, I slumped on my bed.
My whole Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body was shivering violently.
I closed my eyes and tried to catch my erratic breathing.
As I closed my eyes, the naked figure of my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ began dancing in front of my eyes.
Terrified, I forced my eyes open. When I got back to my senses, I tried to review the events.
I was confused.
The way it happened, it appeared almost natural.
I saw him stumble; I saw the way his tahmed got stuck in his foot and then slid off his waist.
But, he had an erection, a massive erection.
My face turned red just by thinking about it.
Did he plan it?
I could not decide.
I had no doubts that my father-in-law was still entertaining amorous thoughts about me.
It meant he had gone back to his old ways.
“He needs another rap on his knuckles.” I thought angrily.
I decided to confront him again.
I was about to open the door when I heard the sound of the telephone ringing. Before I could go out, father-in-law took the call.
He listened to the caller on the other side, then said, “Wait for me… I’ll be there soon.” I heard him go back to his room.
I remained inside my room waiting for him to return.
After a while, I heard his footsteps approaching and then stopping at the door.
“Close the door, I’m leaving.” He said, and then he was gone; no mention of the recent episode.
I came out of my room and closed the front door, went to the veranda, pulled an easy chair, and slumped on it.
My mind was in turmoil.
I contemplated how to stop his evil advances.
Should I tell everything to Muħammad Ålī, or should I talk with father-in-law again and warn him again?
I was in great dilemma.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy for me to convince Muħammad Ålī that his Hindu ‘father’ was sexually interested in me.
He won’t believe me.
No one would believe such an allegation.
His Hindu ‘father’ was a well respected man in the society.
After much deliberation, I decided that I would confront the old Hindu man again.
I would give him a final warning.
He must stop his perverted ways; otherwise, I would have no other choice than to report it to his son.
I hoped that my threat would work this time as it had worked last time.
The old man would never like to face his son.
I waited for him, but he didn’t return. At three, my daughters came back from school and I got busy with them.
Father-in-law returned at eight in the evening along with Muħammad Ålī.
It appeared that there were some urgent work at the shop, and therefore, Muħammad Ålī had asked for his help.
I cooked and served dinner.
We all sat at the dining table and ate. Repeatedly, I found father-in-law staring at me.
My face was flushed, and I could not meet his leering Hindu eyes.
At night, I was restless.
I was shocked of what had happened in the morning; I even felt disgusted. However, watching a naked Hindu man had aroused me.
That night, I desperately needed Muħammad Ålī; I wanted him to take me in his arms, strip me and fuck me hard.
I suddenly realized that he hadn’t fucked me for quite some time.
I wanted to snuggle into his body just to make sure that I was protected.
But, he was tired and completely oblivious of my state.
He slept immediately.
I tried to sleep, but sleep eluded me.
Every time I closed my eyes, the whole scene began playing like a movie in my mind: father-in-law’s tahmed falling off his waist and his throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock suddenly getting exposed.
A hot blooded mammoth rod with a bloated uncircumcised head.
Why was he so interested in me, a Ammījān of five?
A man of his status could easily get a bride, and nobody would raise an eyebrow. In a society where a man is always considered young, he could marry a girl even younger than his own daughter, then why me?
Did he find me attractive?
I closed my eyes again, and as it happened before, his naked thick Uncut Hindu Cock appeared before my eyes.
I felt a mild tremor running through my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.
Dampness began to seep between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips. Shocked, I opened my eyes.
My heart was beating fast.
I could even hear it.
I cursed myself for the sudden lustful thought that crept through my mind.
I stared into the darkness unsure about what would happen the next day.
My mind was so occupied with my encounter with my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ that I never realized when I drifted to sleep.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
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.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
16. A Deep Conflict-1
17. A deserving unfaithfulness
18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
20. Yåqūb Family-1
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
26. The three pregnants-1
27. The three pregnants-2
28. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
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. The Extent
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
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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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More 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 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
21.Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 