The Everbest Wives
Eīshān! God, and now Al Kāynāt Al Islam, who looked so much like her Ammī herself, wanted to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Eīshāno Vishvvédasah! God knows, Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun! How she had managed her teenager Musalmān girlfriends to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund .
The girl was miraculously extraordinary smart.
Even at her eighteen only, she was a PhD and a respected instructor in Ashvinātam Relationships.
I had sex almost 24x7x365 with extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies respectfully.
I never needed to destroy my platonic relationship with Al Kāynāt Al Islam for sex.
I was already taking beautiful Musalmān women home, fucking them while she was in the next room.
There wasn’t any problem.
Not only my opponents, even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Lady Brigade was advertising it 24x7x365.
Eīshān! I’d never thought Al Kāynāt Al Islam would be my next score.
“Only a blow job,” I muttered. “Just until you cum. She’s out of her mind.”
Yet, I couldn’t deny the fact that my Uncut Hindu Lund was hard now.
I turned on the TV to ESPN. I didn’t care who was playing or what the sport was.
I was never interested in damned sports.
Yet, I needed something to distract me.
I don’t know why didn’t go to Stavan.
It would have been the best.
Was Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s crazy obsession more powerful?
As powerful as to affect my Bhogchakr even?
I don’t know.
Eīshān! It was the sports illustrated swimsuit special!
Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Girls were running around on the beach with photographers snapping pictures!
Eīshān no doubt was helping Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I turned off the TV, moving to the bathroom.
I stood in front of the toilet, unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled out my ten inches of thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was standing straight up, the helmet red and angry at my mistreatment of it.
I gazed along the shaft.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam wanted to suck it.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam wanted to suck it.
Yet, what was new in it?
Haven’t all of them already done it?*
It had been a year almost to the day since I had left home.
For me it had been a year of picking up casual sex therapy patients and families on the brink of breaking only due to sexual problems not attended scientifically, practically and prudently, instead of traditionally and emotionally erroneously, as I roamed around the country.
All the time I roamed, I was longing for home and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
Yet now, as I approached home in my new Mercedes, I was filled with apprehension.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and I had agreed to separate and had no contact whatsoever for the whole year in order to be sure that what she wanted was I, and no one else, despite my being the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
The relationship she had briefly begun was so potent and yet so hazardous that she needed to be utterly secure in my love.
I had every knowledge of what had been happening at home and to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
I did even know I had left her in a distressing situation, since she insisted on it adamantly, despite my every effort to explain to her why it shouldn’t be done.
Had it not been for Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb’s strong resolve that we must have the year apart I might never have left her.
A few days before making the journey home, I had telephoned Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
That too we had agreed upon.
That was to make sure that I wanted to come home, and that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted me to.
“Things, feelings, change in the course of a year,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had said, “and we need to be sure. I’m still immensely afraid of your ever over humanity and morals for inhumans even. ”
One thing I had learned from the telephone call had been that at last the philandering Waħīdah had left Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and was now living with a girl I had met while on a “business trip” to the Philippines.
I thought that this would make things easier for Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, and me but I thought I had detected a note doubt in her voice when I said I was returning home.
Nevertheless, she had agreed that I should return now.
As I drove the last leg of the journey, my mind wandered back to the night it had all begun.
“No,” I thought, “that was not when it began.”
That night had only been the culmination of what had been brewing between us for at least four years.
It was the almost inevitable outcome of love, vulnerability and opportunity.
I recalled the time when at the age of twenty one Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had first become aware of me as a sexually desirable man.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb came upon me when I was standing near a divan.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb must have seen me like that many times, but this time it was different.
I was wearing my shorts only Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never seen me in before.
As usual, I did not look my age, which at that time must have been about sixty one or two.
What struck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb very forcibly was the quiet radiance of my manly vigor.
It was still the athletic body, the way my hair fell loosely and naturally fell on my forehead.
The confident black eyes, the warmth and sweetness of my smile that seemed to give me an aura of enchantment.
No doubt, I had not anticipated being seen dressed like that.
Waħīdah had been away on one of her alleged business trips, and she wasn’t to know that the sex therapy sessions were completed and the sex therapists sent home early.
I had simply been relaxing for a while and enjoying the new garment I had bought the day before.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had a brief glimpse of my Uncut Hindu Lund that seemed to her like a strongest steel rod, Allah. A
l had hastily drawn the towel over my crotch and smiled saying, “I didn’t expect you to be home so early, my child.”
Yes, that was where it had begun, but there it might have remained had circumstances not dictated otherwise.
An over religious Musalmān husband was breaking her heart.
She was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman who needed love and emotional warmth and that love and warmth she found in me, and in receiving she also gave.
Even so, it might not have culminated as it did had she not been at a vulnerable stage in her life.*
Over the years, following that incident, we both became aware that her feelings for me went beyond the filial, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had even confessed them to me.
This at least cleared the air and removed some of the fears that often got with such feelings.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had claimed that her feelings for me were perfectly natural and often occurred between daughters in law and fathers in law.
That’s why Islam had seen it necessary not to prohibit adopted son’s wife on the so called father in law, by marrying Ħazrat Zaynab bint Jaħsh razī Allāhu tålā ånahā with Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t believe it.
Peeking through the crack in the bathroom door at my unique legendary utmost experienced enormous Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Penis.
It was the finest unique legendary utmost experienced enormous Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Dick Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had ever seen and it was mine.
I was furiously fucking her best friend, Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had deliberately sent in the bathroom entirely nude.
Both Al Waħīdah Al Qādir and Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān were twenty eight, brilliant, smart, PhD and extraordinary beautiful.
It had been for about three hours while Al Waħīdah Al Qādir watched.
Durgesh was fucking Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān for three hours nonstop.
What a man.
Now Al Waħīdah Al Qādir could understand why her own Ammī was so crazy for me.
The sixty five year old ever-young Hindu man deserved kudos.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir felt her body arouse, felt her nipples press out behind her bra and her sex tingle as her insides moistened.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t look away as I manipulated my nicest Uncut Hindu shaft into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān’s tight Musalmān Cunt proudly.
Well, Durgesh, the Anant MuslimātRamañ Hindu really deserved the pride.
Durgesh was really a miracle himself.
He never looked his age.
Anyone could bet Durgesh could be anywhere between twenty eight to thirty five.
Not any more.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t believe my Stavans, my Trishapt, nonstop, could really do such wonders.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir waited with baited breath for the climax, knowing I had to be close from the look of my matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.
Not to mention the expression on my face, and how my legs tightened, lifting my waist.
My matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock was poking out along with my balls, as my waist stroked to and fro the impressive Hindu tool.
It had to be eight maybe nine inches, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t be sure.
Suddenly I leaned forward, went up on my toes and exploded into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān’s tight glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt.
My Hindu cum shot into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān.
The first rope left a trail from the utmost depth of her Musalmān Cunt to my convulsing matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock.
Burst flew from her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir heard me grunt, stroke hard again, sending another rope out of my Hindu shaft.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was awestruck with my power and Hindu potency, never seeing that much cum before in her life.
Nonstop Trishapt Sādhnā?
Was it really due to it?
Despite her immense obsession to me, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir still couldn’t believe it.
If a Sādhnā, a spiritual practice only, can do such immensely incredible wonders, why the others don’t do it?
Doesn’t every man want to be as capable in sex as Durgesh is?
Durgesh is certainly an exception in several matters, including his matchless sex prowess too.
He doesn’t want to tell the mystery of his incredible success everywhere.
Why the hell should he?
Who tells these things to others to lose his/her matchless status ever?
Isn’t it Durgesh’s exclusive privilege too?
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir swore a good seven long blasts painted the inside of Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān and a large puddle formed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb by the time I was done.
Her young extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth watered, her sex quivered and dripped.
All that glorious Hindu cum going to only her best friend not even a little to herself, made Al Waħīdah Al Qādir jealous and sad.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir imagined me shooting that huge Hindu load in her young Musalmān mouth, how it would fill Al Waħīdah Al Qādir to overflowing before Al Waħīdah Al Qādir swallowed it down.
In her musing, she almost got caught watching because we were done cleaning up and about to exit.
If it weren’t for me kissing her best friend, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir would have been.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir darted away down the hall to her room and shut the door behind her, horny as hell.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir called me Durgesh even though I was thirty seven years elder to her and her best friend too.
This was the first time Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had caught me fucking anyone.
That was too because she deliberately planned and managed it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir knew I did it 24x7x365.
It was not any bloody secret even.
Everyone knew it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir lucked out this time and found the door cracked.
Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān deliberately managed it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir got the show of a lifetime.*
I could not imagine even doing this, thinking about Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s mouth sliding over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
How the hell had this happened?
I came home tonight from work to relax.
Now, I was in the bathroom, fucking a beautiful Musalmān houselady as usual, after Al Kāynāt Al Islam asked to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She wouldn’t even know what to do with this much Uncut Hindu Lund anyway, little virgin Musalmān girl, trying to lick it, asking me how it was going to fit into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth.
I started thinking about her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān Choot next.
I had to.
She must be so tight. It’d probably hurt both of us going in.
I remembered a year ago, she came home at 5:00 a.m., stinking of booze.
She was drunk as hell as I got her into bed, still dressed.
She’d been wearing a skirt and I caught a glimpse of her panties.
There had been blood on the crotch.
I thought that was the night she’d had her cherry popped.
I guess she was just on her period.
Even now, I could see my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding between those tight, pink Musalmān lips, strangling my Uncut Hindu Lund, watching those big green Musalmān eyes of hers open and close as she got penetrated.
“Damn it,” I whispered. “Get it together. She doesn’t understand anything.”
I stopped fucking one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends.
It was more than obvious Al Kāynāt Al Islam herself had sent her to find out my recent psychology about her ‘need’(?).
I was not going to cum to into her friend having the thought of Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I refused to.
I was stronger than that.
I took a cold shower.
In addition, it helped.
If you need to stop fantasizing about fucking someone you don’t want to, took a cold shower.
The cold water will deflate your Penis as if you’re in a monastery.
In my room, I redressed in sweat pants and a white t-shirt, staring at myself in the mirror.
I had to talk to Al Kāynāt Al Islam, sort this out.
She had to know I wasn’t angry with her, yet quite disturbed, naturally.
She was just caught between a rock and a hard Uncut Hindu Lund, but it was not going to be my Uncut Hindu Lund that did the job.
“Cupcake?” I said as I opened her door.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t get my matchless fabulous utmost experienced immensely loved Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock out of her mind, falling on her bed with her hands already down her pants.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was very wet and her clitoris was erect, begging to be played with.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir rolled over on her tummy and began to grind on her clit with both hands, rolling her nubbin between her fingers, slipping up and down in her juices.
The pleasure grew quickly, her breathing became rushed as her arms pressed her breasts together, smashed on the bed.
The euphoria spread through her body the more Al Waħīdah Al Qādir played and tightened her ass, grinding harder on her clit until the wave crashed over her body, drowning her in bliss.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was so wet after her orgasm Al Waħīdah Al Qādir needed to change her panties.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir stood up, her legs wobbly and took off her shorts, pulled her panties down, letting the cool air find her wet Musalmān pussy and excited clit.
It felt good, sending shivers through her body and hardening her nipples again.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir thought about how good my matchless fabulous utmost experienced immensely loved Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock would feel deep inside of her.
She’d never had anything near my size and Al Waħīdah Al Qādir know they said size doesn’t matter.
Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t stop thinking about putting that to the test.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir found herself playing again, half naked in her room with two fingers in her wet Musalmān tunnel when a knock on her door scared the shit out of me.
“Don’t come in! I’m not…” Al Waħīdah Al Qādir started to say but the door opened anyway.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir turned, covering up, and in poked my head as I removed my headphones to talk.
“Durgesh! Leave me alone, at least. Get out!” Al Waħīdah Al Qādir screamed.
She forgot even how to behave with me.
Yet she realized it as soon as she committed the mistake.
“Sorry! One of my bad moods! I need privacy very badly now.” she said, shutting the door very fast.
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