The Everbest Wives: 35

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 35

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr sat at the kitchen table thinking about how the last three weeks have been since Durgesh moved back home after her father in law deserted her entire four extremely beautiful mothers in law.
“They are trying to cuckold me to themselves and their Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover Durgesh.” Muħammad Zahūr had charged them.
“The ever impotent has run away ultimately from his marital duties.” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s mothers in law told to the Press in their joint Press Conference.
Cuckolding the Musalmān husbands to their Hindu lover and themselves wasn’t any crime/evil in Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was running her ever ambitious Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, proudly aggressively.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just had the sense that there was a sexual tension building between us and although in one way it troubled her, it excited her in ways Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just could not understand yet.

Deciding to see if it was just her imagination or was there really something going on, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr thought maybe she could see for herself if Durgesh was feeling the same way.
Hearing me working out down stairs, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr tried to think of a way to see if I might be having the same sexual feelings about her as well.

I curled the weights as my mind drifted about seeing my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, in those skintight jeans that she seemed to be wearing more and more lately.
As I considered that Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, might be doing it on purpose, I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund get rock hard just picturing her tight little Musalmān ass in my mind.
At night, I would manage fucking the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women who resembled her.
Was it only a coincidence?
Didn’t Durgesh hope Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would come in some night and catch me?

Finally, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr heard me coming up the stairs.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr leaned against the wall holding the curtain rod in her hand, waiting for me, her new father in law, to come into the room.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr spread her legs and arched her gorgeous Musalmān butt up in the air.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel her heart racing and all misgivings Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, might have had were being over ruled by the throbbing between her legs.

“Dad, could you help me for a minute.” She yelled out to me.

I rounded the corner and could not believe what I was looking at.
There was my ‘Bahū Bégum’, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, with her gorgeous Musalmān butt arched up and I swore I could see her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot outlined in her jeans.
I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund get rigid.
I hoped Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would not turn around and catch me in this position.
She was already trying to seduce me desperately.
Seeing I too was erect for her would definitely enhance her efforts to get me sexually.
Here in Everbest Wives Creations, incest was a virtue not any evil at all.
The citizens of the Everbest Wives Creations had legally free sex rights almost.
It was considered the ultimate love and intimacy between a father in law and daughter in law that was highly respected, praised, admired and honored even publicly if they have sex too mutually.
“Unfulfilled sexual desires always bring jealousy, hatred, conspiracies and gradual destruction in an otherwise excellent family. The Everbest Wives Creations are principally against such stupidities.” The everywhere respected leaders of the Everbest Wives Creations said.

“How can I help you?” I asked courteously.

“Just come behind me and hold the rod while I slide the curtains down to the other side.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said respectfully feigning innocence even.
Apprehensively, I came up behind her, feverishly trying to think of thoughts that would kill my erection.
Feeling like I was almost safe, I felt my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass pushing back into my Hindu male groin.
Almost instantly, my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund sprang back to being rock hard again.
I knew Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, must have felt it too.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund right through her jeans. She new Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was soaking between her legs as well.
Part of her was afraid but another was like an animal in heat.
Now Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, knew despite my ever-righteous attitude, actually both of us were having the same feelings.
She smiled triumphantly.
She was the President of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah here, in Everbest Wives Creations.
They were determined to manage me to surrender to incest practically as much as it was possible for them.
They wanted me to fuck my every Musalmān Bahū Bégum, etcetera forever.
It was a challenge for them that I was still against incest so much.
“Well, if you’re done working out, I think I’ll go next.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said to me.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr pulled on her sheer black leotards and looked in the mirror.
At forty-one, my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, still had a great figure, a little on the slim side Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr told herself but better than being over weight.
With her curly brown hair and slight frame, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could easily pass for her early thirties.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr looked at the shorts and T-shirt Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr always wore over her leotards and the thought all of a sudden crossed her mind not to wear them and just go out in the living room where I was and let me see her almost naked.
Looking in the mirror again, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could see her nipples sticking out and her crotch clearly showed the outline of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr shivered with excitement trying to decide if she had the courage to be so daring.
My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, slid her fingers between her legs and just stroking herself slightly brought her the answer Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was looking for.

I was lying down on the couch thinking about what just happened with my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr.
She had to feel me between her buttocks and yet she did not get mad or act disgusted
. If anything, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr acted as though Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was enjoying it.
Maybe Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was just teasing me, I thought.
She could humiliate me if I did anything myself for my ever righteous attitude toward Incest.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could then easily claim practically I myself love incest despite my official antagonism to it.

I knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was probably putting on her black leotards and that long T-shirt.
How many times I wished I could see her without it.
I even hoped one day it would happen, whether I like it or not.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr walked out of her room and took a deep breath before going into the living room.
Was this all going too far Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked herself.
However, the throbbing between her legs gave her the answer she needed.
She felt as though Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was on the verge of climax if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just even stroked herself softly.

I could not believe what I was looking at, as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr came into the room.
“Have you seen my white T-shirt, Durgesh?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked me.
I shook my head, ‘no’.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned around and bent over right across from as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr looked on the love seat for the t-shirt.
I was looking right at her excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and legs, I knew she had a great body but this was unbelievable what was happening.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned around and stood right in front of me, she noticed the bulge in my gym shorts, which only added to her fever.
Maybe it was her imagination but Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just got the impression that I was huge by how it strained at the material in my shorts.
Allah!
Allah!!
Let me have him inside me, méré Maulā.

I could not take my eyes off her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch.
The black material silhouetted it clearly.
The black nylons were clearly wet, as I no longer had to guess what was going on, my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, was seducing me deliberately and I was enjoying every moment.
Why the hell shouldn’t I?
I had to break their incestuous marriages, isn’t it?

“So what are you up to?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked.

“Just going to take a shower and surf the web.” I replied.

“Looking at naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies, I would guess. But if you didn’t, I would be worried.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said, smiling, as if she was only teasing me, nothing else was there.

“Bahū Bégum,” I smiled, “I like looking at naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies and then I love to lovemaking with them too. I’m legendary for it already, you know.” I replied.
I had decided now to play her game too, myself.
She wanted to prove I’ve surrendered to incest by fucking her.
I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and save her from the ultimate ever certain consequences of her incestuous sexual relationship with her own Hindu father/brother.
In the process, it was nothing wrong if I even enjoyed sex with her.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was not expecting such a bold response.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel her excitement growing with every passing second.
Trying to act as normal as possible without betraying her true feelings, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just could not take her eyes off the Hindu bulge in my shorts.
It looked as if I had a cucumber and she figured it had to be at least nine or ten inches long, something a porn star would have, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr told herself.

“And what do you do after looking at those naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr seductively asked.

“Maybe you should come and find out for yourself.” I replied.

“Well; maybe I will do just that.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said, taking advantage of the sudden unprecedented golden opportunity proposed to her.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned and walked towards the basement, then looked back and smiled most seductively, Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, knew how, at me.
Walking down the stairs, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel herself dripping from her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch.
She dare not touch herself for fear of cumming, “not yet” my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said softly.

I showered quickly, my Hindu erection straining for relief as I dried myself.
My heart raced, I could not believe if I was dreaming or was this really happening.
I knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would be surprised by the sight of my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and could not wait to see her reaction.

Even at my prestigious sixty five, I was blessed with what most men yearned to have.
I measured my penis at just over eleven inches; my so many girl friends’ biggest fear was that it would hurt her internally, so we never really had full intercourse even.
I told them it even constricted optimum according to the depth of their cunts, but there were still some of them, that were too frightened to believe me.
Yet, the fact never worried me.
I was too big.
What would be Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s response?

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr heard the shower stop and debated what to do next.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot screamed out for climax and Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was so curious to see what was going to happen next.

I walked out of the bathroom completely naked with my Hindu erection fully exposed.
I had never been so turned on and the way Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was teasing me, I did not care if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr caught me nude.
It only added to my excitement.
I walked in my bedroom and left the door open purposely for Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr to come in and catch me nude.

I had already called Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan before I went to shower.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was waiting for me there nude.
She was incurably proud of her ever excellent ever athletic nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The more I fucked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the more confident and proud of her nude body Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.
I could feel myself throbbing between my legs. I was almost ready to fuck Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan when I saw Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr standing in the doorway.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could not believe what Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was looking at.
I had the biggest Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund she had ever seen.
It went straight up and just appeared to be almost up to my chest.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to touch herself and it took all her control to just stand there and not do it.*
The fact was Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr herself had an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah origin.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had ultimately managed to establish an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in almost infinite creations.
She herself never approved of Everbest Wives Creations ideology.
Her father was a Brāhmañ, not a Vedic Monotheist Dvij Hindu.
Only her Ammī was an ardent Musalmān.
Whenever Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr had given voice to a girlish dream of irregular moral, her solemn orthodox Brāhmañ father, an omnivorous reader of Purāñs, Rāmāyañ and Mahābhārat, would repeat verbatim the words,
“Morals, romantic adventures she wants.”
Then lowering down at Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, he would recite the wisdom of Someone:
“Morals, not adventures. Never. Adventures are an indication of inefficiency. Good explores never have them.”
As a consequence of this paternal foresight, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s formative years had been boundaried by tangible disciplines:
The clock at the bedside, the budget in the bureau drawer, the schedule on the kitchen wall.
These rigid lessons had stood Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr in good stead during her attendance at the HVSI University of Administration in Ved Nagar, during her first administrative jobs in Ved Nagar, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah creations and Everbest Wives Creations ultimately.
Especially when she was offered a job by Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was surprised.
“But I don’t believe in the fundamental doctrine of Everbest Wives Creations.” She said, “I don’t want to marry my father/brother. I never approved of a Brāhmañ husband.”
“What?” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was surprised, “Do you want a Musalmān husband?”
“Durgesh says a Musalmān husband is not as dangerous as the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah creations and Everbest Wives Creations declare them and publicize heavily.”
“That’s why Ved Nagar is still the ultimately advanced resort for Pseudo Musalmīn even.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said helplessly furiously. “There isn’t Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah exclusively. Even a Musalmān can be chosen as a husband in Ved Nagar and Hindu creations. Even Hindu Muslimāt creations tolerate the existence of Musalmān husbands in a noticeable number.”
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr laughed.
“Well, there’s actual Democracy in Ved Nagar and these Hindu creations. They have religious Democracy there.”
Democracy? My foot. That’s chaos actually. No male must be allowed to have another religion except Hinduism and no female must be allowed to practice another religion except Islam.”
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was smiling gracefully.
“Why?”
“Why? Don’t you know yourself? It constitutes Ashvinātam couple, that’s the only scientifically perfect couple, none else.”*

I was past feeling inhibited and I swiveled my chair so it faced Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr directly.
I felt no embarrassment as I pulled nude young Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down my shaft and slid it into her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The full length of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever smart ever young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr quivered as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr watched me fuck her as we both looked at each other.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr pictured in her mind what it would feel like, if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr rode up and down Durgesh’s Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was sure that’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan actually, took her place right now.
Her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch felt as though it was on fire pleading for release.

It went on for hours in various positions, until I could feel myself on the verge of cumming, closed my eyes, and fucked extremely beautiful Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, myself faster and faster.
Having Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr standing there watching me fuck her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, for hours, in countless sex positions, was the most exciting thing I could ever remember doing.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr did not just catch me; Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was watching and waiting for my cum to shoot out of my eleven-inch Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.

Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr without even realizing it, moved closer to me.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to see me shoot my white Hindu cum out of that giant Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.

When Sinhdév Ākāsh, her husband, was with her, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would wait for Sinhdév Ākāsh, her husband, to cum and right at the last moment Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would wrap her lips around his head and take it all into her mouth.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to do it now and fought herself from getting on her knees and sucking me dry.

I felt the first of five spasms as I shot my semen into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I could not believe how much came out and momentarily forgot that Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was standing right next to me watching every detail of my orgasm into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.

.

I opened my eyes, yet wasn’t surprised how close Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was standing to me.
I expected it from her.
I could see the camel toe in her leotards and knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was on the verge of her own climax as well.

Her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was on her knees with her excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Musalmān ass wide-open and looking back at the camera.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr realized Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was about her age as well.

“So; you love fucking Musalmān Beauties wide open.” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr said.

“Especially when they look like you.” I answered, still pounding into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was clutching my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund entirely embedded into her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, smiled triumphantly at Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr.

I slid my hand slowly up her leg.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr froze as she felt the approaching fingers caressing her up towards her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, ardent Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr did everything Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could do to close her legs and not let the Hindu intruder have its prize but realized that her legs betrayed her as she opened wide for my hand to have its way with her.

I could not believe I was fingering my own Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, as I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund start to harden again into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I had plenty of practice with her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and knew exactly where to go to bring her to her own climax.

Chapter 36
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam