Ved Nagar: 56
Posted: May 24, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, 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 Iqbāl, Muħammad Ůsmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Taufīq Fātimah Leave a commentVolume 2
Chapter 56
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
I repeated.
“What’s your proposition, Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was terse,
“I haven’t any.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was still watching his wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass that had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick to the hilt.
“Sitting tight sometimes doesn’t pay even a dime.” I smiled at Muħammad bin Qāsim still enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried entirely into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s perfect Musalmān ass.
“Let me see it myself.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed cunningly.
“You have a hundred thousand dollars at stake, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, “HVSI Group of Companies has authorized Durgesh and me to sign a compromise with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company on its behalf. Since Durgesh is a blind supporter of us Musalmān Beauties there are some shareholders in HVSI Group of Companies who wanted the agreement to be signed by me too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah grimaced.
“Bosh and nonsense. If Durgesh were really supporting us Musalmān Beauties blindly, he would never have opposed your Seven Movements, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I can’t believe there are such fools among the stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies who credited you more than Durgesh even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sophisticatedly.
“Who the hell is asking you to believe me, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah? Never believe me, if you don’t want to. Nevertheless it doesn’t change the legal status of the agreement that it must be signed by both of us. I’m representing Musalmān Beauties stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started back and forth motion now enjoying the anal sex she needed very much.
Right from the beginning, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew very well she wasn’t a normal woman.
But are the most of the other women normal?
Hell, no.
They are hypocrites actually.
Both the men and women are hypocrites actually.
At least most of them certainly are.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is not a hypocrite at all.
That’s why they criticize her so much.
They criticized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for her love for anal sex.
But the fact was it was only her fantasy.
She tried to do it with her first husband.
He called it a sin and refused her to oblige.
She had laughed.
“You can’t do even what is not a sin for you, Iqbāl. Can you?”
Muħammad Iqbāl was stunned.
He couldn’t believe his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was telling him sophisticatedly that he was not competent in sex.
Allah!
What a shameless woman!
“Muħammad Iqbāl, your sisters suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis. Isn’t that a sin? They compel Durgesh for anal sex with them. Isn’t that a sin too.”
Muħammad Iqbāl laughed ironically.
“I never knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, my shameless sisters are your ideals. You always criticized them. It was natural consequently, for me, to think you don’t have such a sinful desire.”
“I say you are not competent even in what you think moral sex.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said patiently.
She never knew it could lead Muħammad Iqbāl to suicide.
Hell, the idiot could have divorced her instead.
Couldn’t he?
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was her second husband.
But he was too a hypocrite.
Most of the persons, men and women both, are hypocrites.
They praise other hypocrites.
They never praise an honest and sincere person.
Durgesh is the third man in her life.
But he is perfect.
He invaded her anal virginity without any infinitesimal shade of guilt.
What a man.
What a perfect man.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Sometimes, half a loaf is better than no bread, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. Sometimes a poor compromise is better than a good lawsuit. Now then, Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Al Taufīq Al Fatimah looked at her husband.
Was Durgesh right?
Is Muħammad bin Qāsim really trying to frame his own murder on her?
Had he really married Al Taufīq Al Fatimah on impulse?
Now, his ambition to have her as his wife is fulfilled, he is repenting his ‘wrong’(?) decision taken on an impulse?
Is he really trying to kill two birds with a stone?
“Give me ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting.”
“Ten thousand dollars?” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted, “Are you crazy?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“It’s a hundred thousand dollars deal. HVSI Group of Companies is paying one hundred thousand dollars to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah for that island. Why can’t I get ten percent of it for signing a quitclaim deed?”
“That’s too much.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled bitterly.
“To me, it is ridiculously small. I think there is oil on the island.”
“What do you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. “He isn’t the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company any more, you are.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim immediately held her head high and said,
“Prañav , I think Muħammad bin Qāsim is right. We deserve at least ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting from HVSI Group of Companies. Our quitclaim deed is necessary for HVSI Group of Companies to get proper title on the island.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“I agree with my wife.”
“Nonsense,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “I advise Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī to pay four thousand dollars for your quitclaim deed. Take it or leave it. Take it and then step out of the picture.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim stiffly shook his head.
“Okay,” I smiled disarmingly, “I will instruct the escrow holder to accept a certificate of title, subject to the provisions of an outstanding oil lease. I don’t think Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has any leg to stand on. I think I can get an injunction prohibiting you setting foot on the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly.
“Jījū, you may get the injunction but it won’t become final until after it has gone through the Supreme Court.”
I smiled sweetly.
“No problem, Sālé Miyān. I think HVSI Group of Companies has enough money for that. More than you can even dream of. You would have to sell so many of your companies to meet the legal expenses for it. We have enough idle money to meet such unprecedented legal expenses. I don’t care how long the litigation takes. Just so I keep you off the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was still smiling cunningly.
“Suppose I win it?”
“You let your legal department prepare an opinion on that. If their opinion collides with your opinion, go ahead and take any legal steps you may see fit. I’m very much inclined to go ahead and complete the deal.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass very much.
How lucky she was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really her best friend.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew about the sexual fantasies of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled.
“How communal are you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?”
“What do you mean?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Muħammad Iqbāl was your first husband. Wasn’t he?”
“Yes, sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at her quite perplexed.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is your second husband.”
“Yes.”
“You have already married twice.”
“So?”
“Nothing. The point I am getting at is you married both the times Musalmīn.”
“So what? Isn’t it natural? I am also a Musalmān. Therefore…”
“Not natural.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cut her short, “Most of the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, as beautiful as you are, would have preferred a Hindu husband instead of a Musalmān husband again, once she had the bitter experiences from a Musalmān husband.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was brilliant enough to understand what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was suggesting.
“Durgesh?”
“Why not?”
“Is it possible?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sighed incredulously.
“To make anything possible the first necessity is to self-hypnotize that it is possible.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in awe.
“To self-hypnotize?”
“To self-hypnotize.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her splendidly.
“And if it is impossible?”
“Nothing is impossible in the world, you fool. What do you think, was it possible for me to get a Hindu husband who had self-hypnotized himself that he was my stepfather?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was dumb founded.*
She pushed her gorgeous buttocks back in my nude Hindu lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis once more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“My brother in law, my dévar, has paid Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband, to protect himself and his family from me and my supporters. Can’t you understand Durgesh has staged a show to pull the wool over our eyes as well as on the eyes of the law?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“You mean Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is alive?”
“Durgesh can’t afford to let him murdered on his own ship.”
“And the shot fired from the revolver?”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, if you are not yourself playing a part in the play, why the hell can’t you understand? There’s only one person who could have fired it.”
“Who?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife skeptically.
“Your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“You mean he shot himself?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked furiously.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed enjoying the nonstop back and forth movements of my extremely rigid Uncut Hindu Penis in her brilliant smart Musalmān ass.
“Not himself. He just fired one shot in order to establish his fake yet still legal death. Our legal wizard, Durgesh, planned his legal escape in this way from us. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had already fired one shot out of the gun that he left on the dresser for the wife to bring when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned her. Now then, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, had to work his timing just right. He had to wait until he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol coming along the deck. As soon as he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol there, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, thoroughly coached by Durgesh, thoroughly rehearsed even, because it is Durgesh’s own ship, had to ‘struggle’ and ‘sway’ in a peculiar manner and then topple overboard. Am I right, Durgesh darling?”*
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her Musalmān ass until only its head was inside then penetrated it once more so forcefully that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t help except to jump.
But I had already anticipated her reaction.
I jumped with her too, penetrating her entirely.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I’m dead.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus screamed in extreme anal ecstasy, “The hell you don’t love anal sex. You are wonderfully and absolutely amazingly expert in anal sex too. Allah, you are killing me. I can’t bear it there any more. You Hindu scoundrel.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly pulled away her ass, positioned the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis between her quivering throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and thrust.
My Uncut Hindu Penis vanished into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely now.
“Fuck me in my Pussy now, okay, you Hindu rascal? What the hell were you after? Rip open wide my ass itself? Naughty naughty.”
I laughed and continued fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus now in her Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, she continued to tell her theory about what I had done.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to fire a shot and be in such a position that just as Al Zohrah Al Bittol leaned over the bow of the ship, Al Zohrah Al Bittol would look down and see Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim even call Al Zohrah Al Bittol by her name so that there could be a positive identification. Remember our legal wizard, Durgesh, never leaves any legal loophole. When he wanted to support and protect Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family from me and my supporters Durgesh did it a perfect job. No loopholes anywhere whatsoever.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā everyone looked at me as if I were a ghost.
Only Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Zohrah Al Bittol and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl were looking at me dumbstruck in awe.
Chapter 57
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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: 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
Ved Nagar: 25
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Chapter 25
Durgesh Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās
Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī
The Yacht
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed.
“My secretary can take care of it. Why the hell the ever greatest Durgesh is worried of it?”
“Okay. Let’s talk about something else.” I smiled, “Would you care to tell me what figure you received for the movie rights, for instance?”
“The media insists that I got one million dollars cash for you and one million dollars cash for myself too separately.”
I smiled.
“Well, we both know that’s not true. Even the media couldn’t surmise what the exact heavy remuneration we received for the movie rights.”
I entered.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās squeezed my hardening Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
“The media surmised but has been bribed to keep mum about the actual figure.”
“By you?”
“Sure, but not directly, through Shankar Mahāpralayankar instead.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās winked at me, “The media could double cross me, but not Shankar Mahāpralayankar.”
I laughed.
“Getting smart, don’t you?”
“The law of mutual inductance is working, Hindu Piyā.” she winked at me.
I squeezed her buttocks.
“What about the royalties?”
“Well,” she said, “royalties from the hard cover edition have been very satisfying, you know. However, the paperback edition that’s coming out is going to be the main source of income. It’s no secret, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. I have been given a guaranteed royalty for a period of ten years, payable in ten annual installments.”
“You think the book will be selling for ten years?”
“Why not? I think the book will be selling even more. It’s not only a book on sex. I have deliberately studied your writing style and tried my best to imitate you. It’s a book on humanity, Hindu Muslim Unity, Ved Nagar, Parapsychology, Eīshān Vigyān, Para humanity, etcetera.”
“You seem to be quite confident.” I smiled, “Your corrupt politician Musalmān husband, Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī, didn’t feel humiliated? He didn’t object that you have boldly written a book about your extramarital affair with me?”
“We aren’t living in a feudal era anymore.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed, “If he doesn’t approve of my love life with you, he can ask for divorce. What the hell any more can a husband do to his wife on her extramarital affair?”
I watched her.
“Not legally. You are right.”
“Not even illegally. I have eaten milk and rice with Shankar Mahāpralayankar from a common plate. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is now my milk-shared brother. I put even Raxābandhan on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wrist. Shankar Mahāpralayankar has warned Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī already. If he doesn’t approve of my extramarital affair with you, Shankar Mahāpralayankar would never mind if he divorces me. But if anything sinister happens to me,Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī will sign his own death warrant thus.”*
I smiled.
“Very smart. I sympathize with poor helpless Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās smiled at me cunningly.
“Planning to write other books?”
“Not so certain, yet.”
“Don’t you want to follow even your such a spectacular success?”
“After a while, perhaps. Nevertheless, you know, people essentially are hypocrites. They love to lecture about morality, but they love to read about immorality.
“An attractive young Musalmān woman writes a story about her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān heroine whose clothes keep coming off. The Musalmān female writer describes the resultant consequences in detail.
“The people are shocked.
“But that’s the point.
“People love to be shocked.”
I didn’t say anything.
Only smiled.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās kept speaking in the same flow.
She was too enthusiastic now to stop.
In addition, why the hell shouldn’t she?
She married Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī when she was not as capable, as popular, as understanding, as smart and as resourceful, as ingenious, as she was now.
“If someone notices the bestsellers,” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās continued to say, “and bothers to analyze them too carefully, s/he can’t miss to find that most of the sex books written by attractive women…”
“Why?” I interrupted teasing her playfully.
“Well,” she also became mischievous, “Because we women are sexier than you men.”
“Well, our Hindu studies too tally with your realization, but no one would believe you.”
“That’s right. I know it. That’s why I say the people hypocrites. They know so many cold and hard truths, yet they are too hypocrite, are at least too afraid, to accept them to themselves even when they are alone.”
“You are right.” I said gravely.
“Thanks. I was telling you that most of the sex books written by attractive women, whose photographs look very seductive on the dust jackets, are the stories that sell in big figures.
“Women readers love to read about sex more than the male readers, because most of us women are more hypocrites in this matter than you men. Our most hypocrite social system is responsible for it. It requires more morals from women than it requires from you males. You are praised everywhere, envied, and even role modeled, even by movie and television personalities and stars; because you have fucked most of the Beauties exist anywhere anytime, whether they are Musalmān Beauties or otherwise. However, Sidrah Aħmad is termed even a slut by most of the persons for she isn’t a One Man Woman. What a double standard. What a horribly hypocrite society we have.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās spit away in a dustbin.*
I watched her gravely.
Her husband, Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī, was listening to her attentively yet he didn’t want to come to the hall.
He hated both his wife, Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās, and me.
He hated his humiliation very much.
He was himself a man.
He has his own self-respect after all.
Didn’t he?
How the hell could he tolerate his own wife’s extramarital affair with me?
Yet what the hell could he do?
His wife was now smarter, shrewder, more capable, more resourceful, and more prudent and had even too much more money now, still flooding in more and more to her.
He couldn’t win her.
He was left too far behind his wife.
Only because she had a cunt and Durgesh fucked her.
He was a damn male.
He couldn’t get that easy money.
Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī heard.
I was saying.
“Our present society is not actually homogeneous, Tasbīħ. It’s a heterogeneous society. Every Democratic society is bound to be a heterogeneous society.”
“So?”
“We must understand, for our own benefit, that we can’t have a common standard strictly, even if we want to do so. We are bound to have not only double standard but a multi standard society actually, whether we accept it boldly or not.”
“Why?”
“Because we are a Democratic society. We have to respect the standards the other persons have, whether we like them or not. I respect Sidrah Aħmad’s philosophy of life that she is ambitious to have sex with almost every Hindu male, though I’m strictly a man that actually respects and praises One Man Women.”
“Hey, I never knew that. Aren’t Sidrah Aħmad and you close friends, as close as you have sex mutually too?”
“So what? I think, perhaps, I don’t have any woman friend that isn’t as close to me as we have sex mutually. Even the women in my relations, even the Houseladies of my friends and foes have sexual relations with me. So, why not Sidrah Aħmad? What the hell has she done to harm me or other human beings?”
“Your friends don’t hate you that you enjoy sex with their own Houseladies?” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās smiled.
“Some of them do.” I accepted, “Some of them have severed even their friendship with me and they are my worst critics and/or enemies too now. But they are helpless because as soon as they severe their friendship with me, their Houseladies turn also against them, and start ridiculing and humiliating them themselves.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās watched me in an honest and sincere abundant admiration.
“I’ve never met anyone like you Durgesh. You are unique.”
“Thank you.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan had also been invited.
It was called a yacht, but actually, it was a large ship having almost every facility, Ved Nagar itself had.
Muħammad bin Qāsim represented Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company there.
The ‘yacht’ glided smoothly up the bay.
The throb of the big Eīshān Vaigyānic motors and the thrust of the propellers gave the sense of grand power underneath.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan realized that Eīshān Vigyān is succeeding largely whether Pseudo Musalmīn liked it or not.
It was succeeding despite a grand hatred of Pseudo Musalmīn.
The Musalmān Beauties were utmost fervent to greet it.
“It guarantees and establishes our own too much required and ever demanded freedom and importance.” Nafīsah Salmān had warned him, “I know you are a great man, but we Musalmān Beauties are getting more from Durgesh and/or other Hindus than you Pseudo Musalmīn can even offer us. Al Qur’an Al Kareem doesn’t say not to marry non-Muslim males. Al Qur’an Al Kareem is never communal. It says only:
‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221
Durgesh is never a polytheist by any damn standard anyone may use, neither the other Vedic Monotheist Hindus are.”
“I agree with you, Nafīsah Salmān, word to word.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the great man of the time, said, “but what the damn difference my agreeing with you makes? Not even the slightest.”
“And you think we Musalmān Beauties should care for it? Have we damn cared ever of Pseudo Musalmīn? Are you suggesting us Musalmān Beauties too to turn communal as the Pseudo Musalmīn, after Yazīd Malåūn, turned in a hateful large number? We fought with the damn Yazīd Malåūnists ever and we would still continue our Jihad against them. If the Pseudo Musalmīn have surrendered to Yazīd Malåūn forever, damn them. We would keep fighting against Pseudo Musalmīn too with Durgesh and/or other Vedic Monotheist Hindus, with us. That’s what our daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, is proposing as Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. What the hell else she is doing?”*
The teakwood decks, mahogany trim and comfortable deck chairs gave the passengers a sense of luxury, a quite enjoyment of the good things of life.
As Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī let me pilot around to meet the various guests, the lady lawyer realized that the multi zillionaire could hardly have selected a more propitious, a more favorable, occasion for compromising a potential lawsuit with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
Most of the guests knew the ship, or yacht, whatsoever the guests wanted to call it, was actually a personal gift to me from Dévarshi Sadan of HVSI.
Brahmarshi Sadan of HVSI had gifted me a personal spaceship.
Maharshi sadan of HVSI had gifted me a personal latest hover HVSI limousine.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
She knew the gifts were actually the exhibition of the Eīshān Vaigyānic, scientific, and financial power HVSI Group of Companies possessed globally today.
The personal gifts to the Chairman indicated the power the HVSI Group of Companies enjoyed now.
She had tried her best to convince her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, not to fight with HVSI Group of Companies.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was furious.
“HVSI Group of Companies is supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan blindly.”
“Oh, you don’t approve of it?”
“Her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, doesn’t approve of her proposed Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“She is now the new Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“I know. Moreover, I know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is after either purchasing the oil island or taking it on lease too as she has leased nine islands already.”
“For her Seven Movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī reminded him.
“She is establishing her damn Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah there.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted, “Can’t you see?”*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī understood very well.
I not only did the environment make for friendly good feeling, but in the background, there was always a suggestion of financial power on my part sophisticatedly, yet ingeniously.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī acknowledged Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
The fact that Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī wasn’t only related to the Al Muħammad Al Qāsim family, being an elder sister of Muħammad bin Qāsim, but she was even representing Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company legally, had brought a glimpse of latent hostility in Muħammad Ůsmān’s eyes.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī noted it and smiled.
The damn fool didn’t deserve to lead any Company whatsoever.
He was unable to hide his inner emotions, even courteously.
How could the stupid survive in the corporate world of constant nonstop business strategies and Diplomacy?
Muħammad Ůsmān, evidently, didn’t relish the idea of having lawyers checking on him.
I had gone the limit to have everyone aboard who was at all interested, even to Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah and her daughter, Shāhidah Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was bubbling with youth and vigor, for a change.
Everyone who knew him, had never seen Muħammad bin Qāsim, in such a happy mood.
He was actually an incurable pessimistic.
It was really a surprise that he was bubbling with happiness, now.
Taufīq Fātimah, Muħammad bin Qāsim’s dynamic Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, met with me with even more bubbling youth and bliss, her husband was bubbling with.
She was twenty-eight, PhD, and definitely a lot smarter than Muħammad bin Qāsim was.
It was more than evident, Taufīq Fātimah married Muħammad bin Qāsim for his money, rather than for anything else.
She had golden hair, gray blue eyes and a friendly unspoiled manner.
I saw that cocktails were served.
“No business of any kind, please,” I smiled the warning, “Not until after dinner, if the honorable guests don’t mind. Then all of us concerned will sit down at the big table and discuss the matter in a friendly environment. No bitterness, however. I warn everyone. We are educated persons and we should act and behave mutually in a civilized manner. Any uncivilized act from anyone may cause him/her a great trouble, I warn everyone, please. It’s the first and last warning, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s hope I would have nothing to cause you trouble, because if I would have to, it would make the concerned person wish to die instead. Sorry for the hard talk, but it was necessary to warn you for once and all. Now, let’s relax and enjoy. My staff will take care of you all. Please don’t hesitate to tell them for anything you need. You are honorable guests of the Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies. Enjoy it optimum, please.”
I took them around on a tour of the yacht, showing them the various staterooms, mechanical gadgets and lounging rooms.*
I moved over to stand at the rail ultimately some time later.
I let the brisk breeze tingle me into a feeling of physical well-being.
We had left the bay behind and were now within the confines of the river.
The banks were less than a mile apart.
The pilot was guiding the ship between spar buoys that marked a rather treacherous channel.
The ship was moving forward at half-speed skimming through the water as smoothly as a game fish in a cool pool.
The day had been hot, dry, and cloudless.
Now, it was pleasant hot, not a scorching one.
Neither it was cold now.
The sky above was still a clear, deep blue.
I heard motion behind.
Then Muħammad bin Qāsim’s voice said.
“Jījū, you alone? What a miracle.”
I smiled.
“What do you mean, Sālé?”
“Not even a single sister of my infinite ones, is interested in you now. Isn’t it amazing?”
“You requested me to meet you here alone.”
“That’s right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely now, “Jījū, I think someone is trying to poison me, and deliberately trying to implicate and frame Taufīq Fātimah.”
“Yes, I myself suspect it.”
“Has Taufīq Fātimah talked with you about it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked me enthusiastically.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, we only tease each other. We don’t have any extramarital affair mutually.”
“Well, I’ve seen her grabbing your Uncut Hindu Penis and you playing with her boobs and buttocks.”
“She is a successful Hollywood heroine, isn’t she?”
“She says she has done some porn movies with you.”
“And you believe her?” I laughed, “Idiot, she is either only teasing you or boasting.”
“You haven’t fucked her?”
“If you really care about these things, why the hell you married a Hollywood Star?”
“Well,” Muħammad bin Qāsim hesitated.
“What?”
“You’ll laugh at me.”
“As if you care.”
“Yes, I do. I respect you, Jījū, very much. They call you ‘Nīlkanŧh’. I think it’s true. It needs too much manly vigor and indisputable bravery to give a chance to the women who have gone off track, either due to this way or due to that way.”
“It’s a drastic change in you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. Congratulations. Now, I think I should myself respect you.” I smiled at him appreciatively.
“You don’t need to. Instead, I need your help.”
“Yes?”
“Someone is trying his/her best to poison me and implicate, frame, Taufīq Fātimah.”
I watched him.
“You suspect anyone.”
“I’m not actually a real son of my present Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. I am an adopted son.”
“I know.”
“I am actually his cousin’s son. My real Abbū expired and my Ammī married my elder uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“I know that too.” I said patiently.
“I suspect some of my legal sisters now; my real cousins however, don’t like the idea of sharing their father’s property with me.”
“I see.”
“Keep this information to yourself, please. Abbū and Ammī, if they knew it ever, would be immensely depressed of my nudist feminist legal sisters/ real cousins.”
“Don’t worry.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim extended his hand to me.
He held a sealed envelope in him.
“This is my affidavit stating that ‘if something happens to me ever, due to poison or otherwise, and it appears that my wife Taufīq Fātimah is involved, it’s only because she is framed up. I am dead sure that my wife, Taufīq Fātimah, isn’t responsible in any manner for my death.’ Would you assure me to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die?”
Chapter 26
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam