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


The Everbest Wives: 34

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 34

Durgesh Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an

I noticed Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an immediately, walking up Market Street towards me.
Dressed in a knee-length flowery cotton skirt and an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, under which her obviously bra-less excellent Musalmān breasts swung freely, with shoulder-length fair hair, and carrying two bulky shopping bags.

“Those look heavy,” I said. “Can I give you a hand?”

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an smiled at me gratefully.
“Thanks — that would be nice! It’s too hot to hump things around!”

Our fingers touched as I took the bags from her — as she leaned towards me slightly I got an even better look at her heavy excellent Musalmān breasts, and I felt my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund stir.

“You’re right — it is hot.” I nodded towards a pub on the corner: “If you’re not in a hurry, how about a drink to cool off?”

“Umm — just what I need — a nice cold lager!”

It was quite early, and the pub wasn’t crowded.
I bought the drinks while she found a small table in a corner.
We dumped her bags and sat down.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an smiled at me, toasted me over the rim of her glass, and then took a long swallow.

“Looks as though you’ve been busy shopping.”

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an shrugged her bare shoulders. “I wanted to get out of the house and — take my mind off.”

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an sighed. “It’s not always easy, re-marrying a much older man. He — well, let’s just say he can’t always do his duty. It’s getting worse lately — I try hard, but it doesn’t seem to do any good. Last night, I — I wanted it desperately, but it was no use. I worked on him with my hands, my mouth; everything … the only thing that gets him going is telling him about the men who’ve had me.”

She took another swallow of lager, and when she put her glass down our fingers touched again, but she didn’t remove her hand.

“One benefit is that I — get to do it ultimately, but not always when I need it, like last night.” Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an shuddered. “I played with myself, but it’s not the same …”
“I told you when you married your Hindu father, not to surrender to the incestuous marriage. After Anashvinā, it’s incest that destroys the manhood and sexual potency too fast to resist even.”
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an sighed.
“I never believed it. I think the Everbest Wives Creations are right in their basic historical research that except you Hindus no other human society initially opposed incest. Incest provides Everbest husbands to womankind and Everbest Wives to the mankind.”
I smiled patiently.
“Then why are you complaining about your father husband?”
“I had to marry him, Durgesh. Why the hell don’t you understand?”
“Because his original wife, his Musalmān sister, divorced him? You forget that the reason she gave to the divorce court was his sexual incompetence optimum, wasn’t it?”
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an sighed.
There wasn’t any use of arguing with Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Durgesh hated incest absolutely.
He and the other Vedic Hindus still preach against incest.
The Everbest Wives Creations are absolutely incestuous creations and Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an is the personal secretary to the President of the Everbest Wives Creations.
From her earliest childhood, Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an remembered, she had been raised by entirely incestuous parents of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah origin.
They believed in the virtues of incest as Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was the deliberate democratic choice of Everbest Wives Creations.
The Everbest Wives Creations needed support of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan for its own survival.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Living in Relationship with her own Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, who was already Living in Relationship with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Nafīsah Al Salmān.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan supported the Everbest Wives Creations but she insisted on Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah necessarily in Everbest Wives Creations to enjoy Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s support and security.
Everbest Wives Creations surrendered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah proposal for its own survival.
Durgesh could not convince his own Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, not to be the guardian of Everbest Wives Creations.
Yet, he wants Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an to oppose incest.
Nonsense.
Durgesh must understand Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an could not oppose the very basic policy of Everbest Wives Creations.
How the hell could she?*

I studied Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an’s body, especially her full excellent Musalmān breasts.
I could see her nipples prodding against the thin cotton of her blouse, and again my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund stirred involuntarily.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an must have seen me staring.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an eased the blouse down another couple of inches, baring more of her excellent Musalmān breasts and the deep valley between them.
Evidently, Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an was seducing me.
Wasn’t she?
My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund stood up proudly.
Well, I was never ashamed of it.
Why the hell should I?
I know, the overethicals always criticize and even condemn me for it.
I think actually they are jealous of me.
However, isn’t their jealousy to me ever irrational?
What I was getting even they can get, if they really wanted it to have ever.
The women like Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an only want to satisfy their ever-natural sexual needs.
They come to the men like me, only to get satisfied sexually, for nothing else.
Naturally, they would go to the man who can give them what they needed to the extent to cross even marital boundaries.
To preach them that it isn’t ethical would never solve their problem.
It’s quite natural for them to hate such stupid preachers.
What these stupid preachers think of them?
They don’t know it is unethical?
They know it’s unethical.
Nevertheless, their physical need is always greater when they decide to cross their marital boundaries.
You may hate them as much as you please.
But you can never stop them from doing it.
It’s their natural physical need.
No preaching is its alternate for them ever.
No preaching can change the natural human requirements ever.

I looked up.
Our eyes met, and I let my fingers stroke hers lightly.
“I know what you mean about being frustrated. I just have a difference of opinion about incest with my girlfriend. She got angry and marched out of my bedroom leaving me there quite unsatisfied sexually. Once herself satisfied, she damn cared about my own satisfaction too.”

Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Why? What was wrong?”
I shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. She was so — immature, I suppose. Very giggly, self-conscious, almost prudish. I prefer older women, more experienced, who know what they are doing, and what they want.”

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an swung her legs sideways from under the table, and crossed them.
I glanced down, and dropped my hand to her thigh — Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an stared at me for a moment, and tugged her skirt up several inches, so that my palm rested on her bare extremely beautiful Musalmān leg.

“I too prefer older experienced man — who want to do things to me …”

At that moment, her phone trilled.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an rummaged in her bag, giving me another view of her lovely rich Musalmān cleavage, and held the phone to her ear, staring into my eyes.

“Hello? Yes, dear. Yes … I’ve finished shopping, but I don’t know when I’ll be home. Why? I’m with — a man, that’s why … we just met in Market Street, and we are in that pub on the corner of Fātimah Street, the Rose and Crown …”

Our eyes were still locked, and Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.

She laughed.
“I don’t know. I’ll ask him!”

She held the phone aside.
“He wants to know if you’re going to fuck me! Are you?”

I looked at her quizzically.
“What do you think?”

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an spoke into the phone again.
“He asked me what I think. I think he will! What? Oh, quite good-looking … he’s got his hand on my leg, under my skirt, and he keeps looking at my tits …”

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an sighed. “Yes, of course I’ll tell you. Yes, everything. No, I won’t forget anything — do you want me to take bloody notes or something? Yes, OK. “Bye.”

“Well, that’s got him interested. This evening might be better!”

I gestured to her glass.
“Do you want another drink, or shall we get going?”

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an smiled.
“I’m getting going already!”

I picked up her bags.
“My car’s just round the corner,” I said, and watched her excellent gorgeous Musalmān bottom swaying as I followed her out of the pub.

I held the car door open for her, getting a glimpse of an extensive expanse of bare smooth Musalmān thigh, and put her bags on the back seat.
I opened my door and climbed into the car beside her.
She turned towards me.

“I won’t mind being kissed,” she breathed.

I slipped my arm round her bare shoulders and kissed her.
Her lips were soft and warm.
I tasted her lipstick.
My free hand found her full excellent Musalmān breast.
It was firm but yielding.
I fondled it gently, rubbing my thumb over her stiffening nipple, not caring if anyone walking by looked in the car window and saw us.

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an wriggled her legs, rubbing them together as Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an returned my kiss eagerly.
We kissed like that for a minute or two, and then we broke apart.

“That’ll do for a while. Now, please let’s get going — I need it badly — I want to get my clothes off, and be naked …”

I started the car, and glanced down to see her put her hand up under her skirt and finger herself, baring her thighs in the process.
I forced myself to concentrate on my driving — it wasn’t easy, with an attractive Musalmān woman masturbating beside me, her bare shoulders, now well out of her blouse, gleaming in the sunshine, her legs parted, with her skirt practically up around her waist …

Eventually we arrived safely.
as I turned off the ignition she threw herself at me again and kissed me wildly, gripping my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund through my trousers.
I retaliated by putting my hand between her still widespread squirming legs.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an moaned in my mouth, gripping me harder, as I discovered her soaking wet panties.

Somehow, we got out of the car.
I picked up her bags and walked up the path with her, while she hung on to me, trying to twist in front of me to kiss me.
Her blouse was off by the time I got the key in the lock — I looked down at her lush bare excellent Musalmān breasts, and rubbed the palm of my hand over them roughly — Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an moaned again, and Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an was unfastening her skirt as we went inside.

I closed the door behind us and put her bags down in the hall.
when I turned back her skirt and panties were off as well, and Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an stood looking at me wearing nothing but her high-heeled sandals.

She practically hurled herself against me, grinding her excellent ardent Musalmān body against me, trying to wrap one leg round my hips as she kissed me hungrily.
I ran my hand along her thigh, gripping her soft bottom and pulling her tighter against my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
then I pushed her back against the wall, her leg still wrapped round me.

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an started to hump herself against my thigh, raising and lowering herself as I crumpled her breast roughly.
We kissed wetly, our tongues entwining.
I smoothed my hand along her leg from her bottom to her foot, fondling it and playing with her toes before sliding my hand slowly back up, to push it between our bodies to stroke the wet, swollen lips of her ravenous ardent Musalmān vulva.

I was tempted to take my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund out and fuck her right there, jammed against the wall, but instead, I kissed her lightly and broke away.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I grunted hoarsely, as she leaned back against the wall, her arms widespread, and her excellent Musalmān breasts rising and falling as she gasped for breath.
I reached for her hand and pulled her away from the wall.
I thought Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an was going to fall — her body jerked limply towards me, her eyes seemingly unfocussed, and I let her kiss me again.

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an seemed to gather herself and took a deep breath.
She briefly bent to scrabble in her bag for her phone.
I put my arm round her excellent athletic naked Musalmān body and guided her to the staircase as we began kissing again.
We got up the stairs a step at a time, kissing and fondling each other.

We sucked at each other’s mouths, wetly, and I saw saliva trickling down her chin — hers or mine I didn’t know, or care …

Somehow we got into my bedroom, and it was her turn to push me against the wall as we struggled to get my shirt off, still kissing.
I broke off from undoing buttons to fondle her excellent Musalmān breasts, and then Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an started fumbling with my belt.
Together, we pushed my trousers and underpants down over my thighs.
I kicked off my shoes as Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an sank to her knees, easing my clothes down further until I could step out of them, and she pulled off my socks.

Then she kissed my rigid Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, rubbing her face against it and fondling my balls.

“You’re so handsome,” Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an murmured, running her tongue along the shaft of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and kissing it again.

I lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an lay back and looked at me, parting her legs.
I buried my face between them, kissing her there passionately.
She cried out, her body jerking.
I realized that Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an was already in the throes of an orgasm.

I moved my mouth higher, over her fluttering belly, and finally kissing those lovely excellent Musalmān breasts, my tongue circling her nipples, feeling the stippling of her large aureoles before biting her nipples.
She groaned.
“No — I love that, but I can’t wait any longer. Do me now, please, oh, please!”

I eased myself up on top of her, and she hastily guided my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her, and then Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an lay back, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips… I started to fuck her, slowly at first, and then faster and harder.
I, too, was desperate, and it was all I could do to hold back.

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an was grunting, moaning, her body writhing beneath me, and I felt her body grow damp with perspiration.
I kissed her excellent Musalmān breasts and her mouth as I fucked her.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an raised her legs, so that I could penetrate her more deeply.
Lifting her hips to ram herself against my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, she was ravenous.
I jammed it into her.
Clinging to me, sinking her nails into my arms, arching her back to grind her excellent Musalmān breasts against my chest, Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an was enjoying our extramarital violent lovemaking.
I fucked her, fucked her, and fucked her.
It went on wildly nonstop.
Neither of us cared how long.
Only my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was pistoning into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot violently.
Only her vaginal muscles were gripping it ravenously, twitching around it impatiently and sucking it nonstop.
It went on for hours.
We both were wild now immensely.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an had washed my entirely embedded Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund several times with her fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal juices.
Ultimately, I myself exploded into her.

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an shrieked, biting my shoulder, clawing my back, slapping herself against my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, twisting in my arms as I continued to pump my Hindu semen into her, seemingly endlessly.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an stared at me wildly, her hair plastered across her damp face as we kissed violently.
I felt her fingers tangling in my hair, her body grinding against me, hearing her breath rasping in her throat, and then she fell back limply, her excellent Musalmān breasts heaving.
I kissed her nipples, feeling her heart racing as Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an squirmed, panting, her body racked with uncontrollable spasms …

Her phone trilled.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an reached out, her eyes closed, fumbling for it.

“Yes? Of course it’s me!” her voice was husky, and with her free hand, she felt for my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Yes, he’s just fucked me. It was fantastic — his stuff is trickling out of me … yes, of course I’ll tell you everything, dear … listen — he’s fucking me again …”

She held the phone close to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, swallowing my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund ravenously again, sucking it loudly …

Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an spoke into it again. “No, not yet, dear — I’ll be home soon, but he’s going to fuck me again you’re listening to yourself … No! Don’t touch yourself! Save it for when I come home! Yes … yes … ‘bye!”

She dropped the phone on the floor.

“You are going to fuck me again, aren’t you?”
“Try to stop me,” I winked at her, smiling.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an laughed.
“Try to stop you? Never. Start pistoning me once again, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu love. Now, I know why we entire Musalmān Beauties, why we entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are crazy to fuck you shamelessly. You deserve our such ever obsession to you.”

I started pistoning Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an once again, smiling triumphantly, proudly.

Less urgently, this time, lingering over kissing her excellent Musalmān breasts, rubbing my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund over her body, fondling her with my hands, and eventually easing my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an stared at me, biting her bottom lip as I started to move inside her.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt wonderful — wet and warm, gripping me when she tightened her muscles on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
We kissed as I fucked her slowly, and this time we were able to make it last even longer than previously.

We must have fucked for, infinity as if, until I felt the pressure rising in my loins.
She felt it too, responding with increasing insistence, and once again, her hips rose to meet me.
Her skin was still slippery with perspiration, and it was difficult to hold her as she began writhing.
I was afraid I might slip out of her, but Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an solved the problem by wrapping her legs round me.

We kissed passionately, our mouths working on each other, and then I erupted into her.
She gave a little choking cry, clutching me, forcing her body against me, kissing me frenziedly until it was all over.

We lay in each other’s arms, kissing gently, her hand fondling my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, my hand fondling her excellent Musalmān breasts and buttocks, until Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an sighed and eased herself up.

“Time to go …”

We went downstairs together, and I reluctantly watched her climb into her clothes, adjusting her blouse so that it only half-covered her excellent Musalmān breasts. I offered to drive her home, but she insisted on phoning for a taxi.

I stood in front of her as Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an waited for the cab company to answer, my hands around her to cup her excellent Musalmān buttocks, kissing her neck and her bare shoulders, pressing my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund against her soft Musalmān Choot.

We stayed like that until the cab arrived, and then she kissed me goodbye.

“Let’s hope that husband of mine hasn’t wanked, because it’ll finish him for a couple of days at least. If he has, I might come back for another round more!”

I grinned and kissed her beautiful lips.

“Well, you always know where to find me, Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an!”
“Every beautiful Musalmān houselady does,” Al Ħāfizah Al Qur’an smiled gracefully, “that’s not satisfied sexually by her incompetent husband. Thanks for being available to us ever.”

Chapter 35
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Everbest Wives: 33

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 33

Durgesh Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was on her knees, eyes fixed on my massive unique legendary Uncut Hindu erection.
“I promise I can make you scream with this, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.”

As I presented the monstrosity, she took in every graphic detail – the wrinkled sack where two tennis-ball-sized testicles held the promise of indefatigable Hindu potency, the alabaster barrel wrought with tortuous blue streaks that throbbed rhythmically, and the head, a purple clementine, that drooled with a menacing hunger.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor knew in her gut, evidenced by the sight before her and my unfaltering confidence, that I was certainly right.
Face flushed, eyes wide, and mouth dry, the 36-year old housewife felt a heat in her belly and a tingling in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, her Hindu husband wasn’t Durgesh after all.
He was better than Musalmīn.
But there was no comparison of Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar with Durgesh, the ever successful dream lover and dream fucker Hindu of the Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
It was a humiliation to be dependent on Durgesh again for sex.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor never imagined sex was so important for even herself.

Quickly losing control of the situation, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor pretended that she hadn’t heard me.
Fighting through the lump in her throat, she managed to mutter,
“Uh… sorry Durgesh, I didn’t hear what you said.” She smiled weakly, “Guess ‘your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’ is getting old.”

The weak attempt to defuse the situation failed.
Completely serious, I replied, “I know you heard what I said.”
I stepped closer, the pungent, yet undeniably male aroma from my Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund coaxing a burst of fluid from Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s ever young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot that soaked her panties.
I looked down into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ever-ardent Musalmān eyes,
“And I do mean my every word always. You know I always keep my promises.”

My unyielding gaze made Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor shudder imperceptibly.
She couldn’t believe that I, her ever-handsome ever young Hindu lover, could reduce her, a fully-grown highly educated ardent Musalmān woman, to an awestruck teenage Musalmān girl.
No less than five minutes ago, an errant Hindu lover had confidently asked Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor to look under my bed for a lost trinket.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor even playfully scolded me and mussed my hair.
Now, my ruse to reveal my physical gifts successful, a Hindu man stood large over an ardent Musalmān woman, demanding her surrender.
Yes, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor loved Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
She was absolutely against any Musalmān woman marrying any Musalmān male.
In fact, she hated personally even entire Musalmān mankind so much, she herself invited Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to open her Seven Movements branches everywhere in her Everbest Wives Creations.
She herself was the President of Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement here in the Everbest Wives Creations.
The movement wasn’t needed actually here in Everbest Wives Creations anywhere.
It was absolutely illegal here for any Musalmān woman to marry a Musalmān.
Such a marriage was void ab initio legally everywhere in Everbest Wives Creations.
A Musalmān woman could marry only her Hindu father or Hindu brother, none else.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said,
Only a Stavak Uncut Hindu Lund is eligible to penetrate any Musalmān Cunt, none else.*

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor stammered,
“Swee… sweetie… I… we can’t. Now, I am a married woman to a Hindu. You know.” Fighting every voice in her head enjoining her to succumb, she blurted out the only rational defense she had, “My husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar … Allah, my husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar.”
The thought of her spouse brought along a torrent of guilt and fear,
“I love my husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, and I could never. We’re happily married.”

“Bullshit. I know he can’t satisfy you, at least as much as you need. I advised you not to have any incestuous marriage. Even Hindutv can’t cure incestuous destructions. “I calmly intoned.
“Yes, you said,” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said curtly, “but I never believed you. None the hell does ever. Incest is a bliss. Incest is the utmost necessity for survival of the humankind. Your Vedic Hinduism is the only religion that is against incest ab initio. Islam says incest was allowed by even Allah Rabbil åālmīn, otherwise the human race had ended with Ħazrat Ādam ålayhissalām and Ħazrat Ħavvā ålayhissalām. Even Ħazrat Ādam ålayhissalām married so many of his real daughters, allowed his sons to marry the rest of their real sisters. They were the Everbest Wives for them. There wasn’t another man or woman for them.”

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was flabbergasted at my casual dismissal of her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar.
Her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, had always been a loving husband, and until now, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had been sure that I revered her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar.
Besides, while her spouse was no lothario, he was a patient and caring Hindu lover.
With this rational defense, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor regained some authority.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about! My husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, is a wonderful Hindu lover.”
Yet, even as Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said that, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s words rang hollow somehow.
She couldn’t ignore that the years had produced a mismatch between her husband’s waning libido and her increasingly desperate desire.
Durgesh always insisted.
“Even Hindutv can’t save incestuous persons from their ultimate disaster. Incest destroys manhood, potency, if not immediately, ultimately.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and the entire Everbest Wives Creations never believed it.
It opposed even the diplomatic political relations with Hindus and especially with Ved Nagar.*

I smiled, noting the lack of conviction in Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s denial.
Years of covert reconnaissance on Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s and her husband’s marital bed had given me a keen insight into Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s sexual proclivities.
Yes, her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, used cunnilingus where his tiny penis and insignificant stamina had failed.
Hell, he might have even given her a rare climax she didn’t have to fake.
Yet, it were the small things that neither Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor nor her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, wished to acknowledge, that were the most interesting:
The innumerable nights when concupiscent Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was denied by her tired husband, her silent boredom and disgust as the fat old man on top of her thrust away, the dissatisfied way she clamped her legs sometimes, the frantic way she fingered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy during an “orgasm” trying to scratch an itch that just couldn’t be reached.
“I know, from first-hand experience, what a completely satisfied woman looks like. In the past five years, I’ve not once seen you satisfied.”

The initial shock of learning that I was a Peeping Tom was overridden by her own sexual needs soon.
It should have been obvious, she realized, perusing my black eyes, long still black hair even at my sixty five, handsome nose, sensuous lips, and square jaw; yet, she had always seen me as her innocent Hindu lover.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt a twinge of jealousy and an itch deep inside her belly as Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor saw a vision of My tan, muscular arms wrapped around some shrieking floozy, my shiny quadriceps bulging as I mercilessly fucked her.
The middle-aged Musalmān Beauty felt as if she was going to pass out.

“First-hand experience?”

‘Plenty. Recently, more and more of them have said I’m easily the best they’ve ever had. I’ve been training hard for this day, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.”

Allah! Oh God, it was premeditated.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor began to shake.

I knew she was mine again.
I took her tiny hand, and with meeting no resistance, placed it on my Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
The temperature difference between her cool hand and my warm babymaker made me hiss softly.
As if by instinct, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s fingers curled around the base of my massive Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund – she gawked at how much length and girth still remained.

I wrapped my hand over hers and began stroking.
I moaned softly,
“Aren’t you curious Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor? Don’t you want to know what a man twice as long and wide as your husband feels like inside you?”

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor watched with morbid fascination as the colossal glans disappeared and reappeared within the skin of my shaft.
The itch in her womb was now unbearable.
“Yes,” she croaked out.
“Stand up.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could barely feel her legs.
I had to help her up.
Without a word, I slowly undid the ribbon on Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s robe.
I then slipped it off her shoulders, causing the green garment to pool on the floor.

My breathing quickened as I saw unobscured the body I had secretly missed for the last five years.
My eyes began at the small, arched feet, complete with pink nail polish and moved onto her round calves.
I couldn’t help but smile at the soaking white panties and beads of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy juice running down Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s milky-white thighs, confirming her obvious arousal.
The pleasurable vision continued up over a surprisingly toned stomach and onto the black lace bra that barely held a pair of formidable udders within. Her rapid breaths made the large pale orbs rise and fall under her flushed chest and taut neck.
“You’re still beautiful, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor ,” I whispered.

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor observed as I triumphantly studied her undulating Musalmān breasts, my impossibly large Hindu shaft thickening further, jumping impatiently, and spitting a burst of clear pre-cum.
It was evident that the handsome sixty five -year-old before her wanted – no, needed – her middle-aged Musalmān body and she felt a strange sense of pride, even as the fear and ache within her intensified.

I stepped closer, and Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt a warm, wet prod below her belly-button.
She would have looked down to confirm that it was my Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, but she was currently hypnotized by my unflinching gaze as I bent in to kiss her.
I grasped her small waist in my hands, pushing her towards her bed, and closed the gap, giving her a deep, sensual kiss that both confirmed my obvious experience and the lack of passion in her marriage.
As our tongues danced, My Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund traced a line of warm precum on my partner’s stomach and my hands expertly unclasped her lace bra.
When the long kiss ended and I let go, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, now breathless, felt her knees buckle and her gorgeous Musalmān ass plop down on the bed, watching as her bra fell on my Hindu erection and slid off.
She fell back on her elbows, her flushed chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

The erotic sight in front of me sealed my resolve, as I took off my shirt.
I heard Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gasp as Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gazed upon my prominent deltoids and muscled chest that tapered down in a ruthless V to my hips.
She nearly drooled when Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor saw my Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund lightly slap the stomach.
How could this utmost capable Hindu, this picture of virility, be related to her flabby, effeminate husband?

I advanced upon the bed, my formidable figure towering over the half-supine Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.
“Lie down on your back. Spread your legs.”

The woman who had adorned my nude male Hindu lap before her incestuous marriage, yet refused to allow me to fuck her after it, followed my imperative without hesitation.
I pulled down her panties and effortlessly rolled them off her legs, finally gaining once again access to a treasured vault she kept secret even from me for past five years.
The ample hair that covered the area was golden, not abundantly found, and the red, engorged, slobbering clam below held the promise of a warm, wet, and soft downy grip as I pounded it relentlessly for hours.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor found herself shivering and fought to control her excitement.

I stepped between her legs and laid my Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund on her stomach.
I groaned,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor… look how deep I’m gonna be inside of you.”

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor stared with disbelief as the mammoth head drooled a warm pool on her belly a good inch above her navel.
“This Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund is going to tear my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womb, once more from now on, in half,” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor thought to herself somewhat morbidly.

The thought of her womb brought another concern to mind. “Shou… shouldn’t we use a… a condom, Durgesh?”

I had no intention of dulling sensation during a fuck I’d been dreaming of once more for five years.
I needed to feel every bump, crevasse, and grip within the woman of my Hindu dreams.
Moreover, I found the idea of impregnating Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor now quite arousing – her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, certainly hadn’t been had been up to the task of producing a second Eldridge child.
I grabbed my Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and began stroking Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s flushed, puffy labia with my glans.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor moaned, My ministrations simultaneously providing relief and stoking the heat within her.
She was losing her mind.

“I don’t have one, and we both know none of your husband’s will fit me. I can go buy some magnums at CVS tomorrow. Do you want me to stop?” I smiled Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lundily, knowing my question was rhetorical.

“No!” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor almost yelled at me. “I mean… you… you can pull out, right?” Any rationalization would do.

I met her halfway and lied half-heartedly, “Whatever you say, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.”

A silence fell over the room; female panting and the ticking of the clock above the headboard the only audible sounds.
Both partners knew what was coming next, and Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s eyes pleaded with me to move forward.
I wasn’t going to let Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor off that easy.

I smiled,
“Tell me what you want Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.” I stopped stroking, producing a whine of resentment from Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.

“Allah Allah! God damn it. You know what I want. I… I want… I want you. I want you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command.” I lifted her milky white calves, placing them on my tan, broad shoulder, and walked forward until my legs touched the edge of the bed, partially folding Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor on to herself.
Then, I aimed my swollen glans within the warm Musalmān cleft and began pushing in.
Despite the ample lubrication from both partners, the resistance was significant, and the middle aged housewife cum politician hissed and gritted her teeth as I desperately sought to return where I once was almost ever.

“Ssssss… Durgesh …honey… Durgesh ! Ugh… it’s not going to ssss… fit!”
“Sālī, shut up. It fitted once optimum. Didn’t it?”

However, with the perseverance that Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had always enjoyed in me, I was again able to finally work the prodigious crown of my Hindu manhood inside, causing a few inches to slide in with little resistance.

“Ooooh! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! MY GOD! Durgesh, I can’t do it – you’re too big! YOU’RE KILLING ME,” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor sobbed, as the few inches inside her stretched her beyond imagination.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor looked down at, was horrified at, how much of the thick Uncut Hindu Lund still remained outside.

Knowing from previous experience that the transient pain would be well worth it for her in a few Moments, I ignored Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s protests and positioned myself for the impending assault. I bent forward and rested on my locked arms, further folding in Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, until my eyes gazed into hers, my head in between her outstretched legs.
In this position, the middle-aged outstanding Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty was completely at my mercy – all Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could do was grab my sinewy forearms and hold on for the ride.

The 38-year old outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, pleaded with her eyes, completely submissive,
“Darling… please… you don’t need to go any deeper!”

I was no stranger to that line.
“Yes I do. Trust me, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor. You’ll be thanking me in just a bit, once more.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor nodded – even in agony, the housewife cum politician still needed the itch within her soothed.

With measured force, I used shallow thrusts to excavate deeper and deeper within.
Each my Hindu thrust produced a litany of reactions from Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.
A quick jab would yield a reflexive grunt; a slow, deep one would make her eyes go wide and Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor would whimper; and deliberate rolls of my hips would produce hisses.
One particular thrust, after about halfway in, caused her to reflexively put her hand on my abdomen to impede my progress – I smiled, knowing that I was now deeper than her husband had ever been inside her.

“Allah! Oh God… sweetHEART!… it… feels aahhh… like you’re in my throat. Ssss… you’re in sooo deep!”

As I continued to bury myself in Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s honeypot, my expertise slowly nulled the pain of the intrusion, converting it first to a strange pressure, and now to a tingling that Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had never experienced before, for five long years.
I also noticed this sensory melioration – Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s vocalizations turned softer and sweeter, her white-knuckle deathgrip on her arm changed to a soft caressing, and her previously absconding hips now began thrusting upwards with my rhythm.

I looked down to assess the physical status of our union.
My Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund slowly, but methodically, sunk in and out of Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s ever young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my prodigious girth vigorously stretching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
As the pipe ascended, the previously submerged portion slick and glistening, it acted as a plunger, bringing up with it a quantity of clear fluid, the aroused quim’s response to its burly assailant that trickled down her thighs and spilled onto the already soaked bed.
Sweat drenched both participants and a musky smell hung over the bed. The lecherous Hindu relished the combination of the raunchy sights, heady smells, and feminine whimpers none else could now ever experience.

Finally, with half an inch to go, My glans made light contact with Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s cervix.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor froze up as she felt an unprecedented sensation – the soothing of that ache deep within her.
As I withdrew, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor became desperate, panting with her mouth open and begged me for relief.

“No! Sweetie, Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Hindu, please – come back! I need you where you were! Please!!”

I smirked and thrust back in just shallow of what Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor needed.
I repeated my cruel tease, now adding clitoral stimulation with one of my hands to really drive the ardent Musalmān woman beneath me insane.
My conquest was nearly complete.

“Tell me you’re my woman, once more, now for ever, no separation anymore now. Tell me you don’t love that pencil dick loser you married. You tell me that, I’ll give you what you want.”

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor sobbed and clawed at my chest, lost between the man she owed so much to and the Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Hindu man that she now needed. Yet, as the pleasure from her nub grew and the fire within her remained unabated, she knew Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had no choice.
No matter how much Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor loved her husband, my magnificent Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and my prowess as a lover rendered anything before moot.
Any moral high ground Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had, collapsed.

“I’M YOUR WOMAN! Once more for ever! THAT PENCIL-DICK LOSER MEANS NOTHING TO ME IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU! I, PLEAASSEE!!!” She desperately wrapped her legs around me, trying to push me back in.

Satisfied at my domination, I began a merciless assault that combined rapid, medium-depth thrusts with continual clitoral stimulation, and with a timing that had made me indispensable in countless bedrooms, I drove in fully, my pubic bone slamming into her mons.
The fat crown of my Panjvaqtah-Namāzī-Saåūdī-Årab-Wahābī-Musalmān-Pussy-Pleaser, firmly rubbed into Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s cervix, firmly scratching the itch she had borne for five years.
At the same time, her clitoris and ever young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot both climaxed.
The result was the most intense orgasm of Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s life.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… ALLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…..GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor screamed.
Her back arched, her legs tightened their grip on me and shook uncontrollably, her nails drew blood in my back, and her eyes rolled back into their sockets.

I expertly maintained pressure while thrusting and rolling my hips, maintaining the paroxysm.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor continued to grunt, shake, and shriek for at least another five minutes.

I slowly pulled out, causing another pool of fluid to slosh out of her stretched, battered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and dribble onto the soaked bed. Panting, euphoric, completely satisfied, exhausted, and nearly delirious, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor fell back on the bed.

“That was amazing, sweetheart. You really did keep your promise.”

To her surprise, she heard laughter. “I’m not done yet.”

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor looked up, bemused.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor then realized that I was still rock hard.

“I’m not satisfied. Hell, I haven’t even really fucked you yet, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor. Your husband won’t be home for another five hours – I promise I’m going to make you scream another ten times.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was dumbfounded.
“And as you already know, I always keep my promises. Now, get on your hands and knees.”

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor stared blankly, jaw agape.
She felt that familiar itch inside her again, and then the utmost experienced Hindu penetration once more, as soon as Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor obeyed me.
Now, for ever?
Allah!
Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled ultimately enjoying to be my mare once more.

Chapter 34
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


THE EVERBEST WIVES: 31

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 31

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr
Durgesh Jacqueline Lincoln
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī

He smiled sophisticatedly.
“The one, I am fucking now, is my mother, my Ammī.”
All my five extremely beautiful mares watched the ‘animal’ suppressing their immense surprise.
He was fucking his own real Ammī, proudly, as I was fucking all the five of them.
“She sucked me when I was only a small boy. Whenever she bathed me, she always sucked my penis. My father is her real brother.”
“Where is that great person now?” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī controlled herself with tremendous efforts so that she could keep her infinite hatred for him, away from her voice.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, pulled her still glorious nude Musalmān bottom from her son’s Hindu male lap, let his penis out of her still tight Musalmān Cunt.
It was shining from the reflected light his Ammī’s vaginal juices were reflecting from his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
All the five of my extremely beautiful nude mares were controlling themselves with immense efforts.
Allah, these entire creations think it’s the ever best love between a mother and her son.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr thought.
Are they crazy?
“My Brother? Well! He has his own daughters now to take care of.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, “they are adult now themselves. They too need his masculine attention.”
“I understand.” Padminī Bhārgav cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed her arm.
“Your Excellency,” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī tried to smile energetically, “you requested that you want now your Just Eighteen Just Adult young girls to be inaugurated by Durgesh, on their eighteenth birthday. Why such a departure from your long established tradition, if I may ask?”
Padminī Bhārgav cooed again,
“I too want to know that, Your Excellency, if you don’t mind.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, and stared at her harshly.
“It is the only condition we’d allow Ved Nagar to open its embassy in our Creations. You have already accepted it. Otherwise we have never allowed your delegation, at all.”*

It was the most surprising factor for Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor that none of us had any weapon with us.
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb had already told her that she could manage everything.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor believed Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb blindly.
She was in Makkah Mukarramah when Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had died.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself saw with her own eyes how Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made the impossible possible.
She was the Chief Wife of then Oil King of Saåūdī Årab, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
He had compelled Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb to marry him despite she hated him.
She boldly unzipped me in her husband’s funeral and gave me a grand blowjob under open sky openly to disgrace Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī’s funeral.
Moreover, she made entire four widows and fifty two real daughters of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī not only to do the same with Durgesh, but have open oral, vaginal and even anal sex with Durgesh.
It was a great celebration of her husband’s death she celebrated.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor still remembered, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb came their in her Cadillac Limousine, and so did the other entire Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
Each of them owned their own Cadillac Limousine.
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had himself gifted them those wonderful Cadillac Limousines in his lifetime.
Yet, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made all of them to disgrace the funeral of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
She still remember each and every word that Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb
Said in her announcement when the religious police of Makkah Mukarramah tried to stop it,
Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our Guard of Honor to this shaitān.
What a lady!
What a grand lady!
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had managed to bring her to Everbest Wives Creations.
She needed her.*

Despite what Saåīdah Yåqūb had said she didn’t do a very good job of pretending nothing was different.
I was the one watching her now instead of the other way around.
It wasn’t just paranoia.
She had watched me long enough to notice me doing the same to her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for a while, again hoping that time would take care of her problems for me; but of course it didn’t.
“I thought you said things weren’t going to change,” I said abruptly as we were eating breakfast.
“What?” Saåīdah Yåqūb looked up at me confused.
“Look, I know you made things all weird but could you at least not stare at me so much.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed away from the table and headed to her room without giving me a chance to respond.
She was getting upset more easily these days.
What she really needed was to talk to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to call Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
She picked up almost immediately and agreed to come to Saåīdah Yåqūb for a few hours.
She said she would bring her swimsuit so that they could hang out by the pool.
Saåīdah Yåqūb headed back to the kitchen.
She was surprised to find that I was still sitting there.
Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m sorry. I did say I would pretend it never happened, but I can’t. It is dangerous to your health, morals and character. I can’t let you destroy yourself.” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up her dishes as well as mine and set them on the counter.
“Fine, whatever,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said.
Strangely it didn’t bother her so much once I said it out loud.
Now, at least there was a certainty to it now.
“I too can’t stop thinking about you, even in my dreams.” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, “I don’t know how you put up with it.”
That did stop me.
This was taking a very different turn from what I expected.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Her hand was developing a slight tremble it got when she was nervous.
“What do you think?” she controlled herself somewhat.
Despite she was Just Eighteen Just Adult Saåīdah Yåqūb was a brilliant student of human psychology as her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān herself was.
That’s why she didn’t weep when she found her husband failed right there in her Shab-e-Ůrūsī, her very Golden Night itself.
She punished Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb by immediately fucking me right there before his eyes.
Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb was shocked and horrified.
He had never imagined he had married a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lioness.
His newly wedded Just Eighteen Just Adult wife cuckolded him to us both right there in his Golden Night.
“I mean you’re beautiful, Saåīdah Yåqūb.” I smiled, “I know I shouldn’t but I keep picturing you naked on your bed.”
I was standing right behind Saåīdah Yåqūb.
She turned around toward me.
“Don’t mess with me, don’t you dare,” she whimpered.
“Never. I’m not.” I smiled, “Never be afraid of me.”
I brushed her hair back out of her face as we looked at each other.
We moved to each other at the same instant and her eyes closed as our lips met.
It was so much better than all the times she had imagined it.
My strong utmost experienced Hindu arms wrapped around her glorious Musalmān back and pulled her close as our kiss seemed to go on and on.
She was aggressive in kissing me with all her femininity.
It was long passionate ashvinātam kiss of not a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girl, of a fully grown Musalmān woman instead that understood what was right for her and what was wrong.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had grown mentally more as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had when she seduced me deliberately to revenge her own Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.*

Suddenly Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed me away and backed off.
She looked at me uncomprehendingly, vacantly, blankly, and took a hesitant step toward me.
“I’m sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb, you shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
“What the hell? Why not? It’s okay by me still now, it’s really okay.”
“I’m already sixty five. You compelled me to respond to your immense aggressiveness.”
She took another step but I backed off further.
The momentary happiness that had been building inside her was crashing down now.
Why was Durgesh doing this to her?
Damn Durgesh.
She fled upstairs.*

Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān showed up shortly after and found Saåīdah Yåqūb with her arms wrapped around her knees still on the kitchen floor.
Saåīdah Yåqūb told her everything about what happened with me, all the details as best as she could remember.
She didn’t say anything until Saåīdah Yåqūb finished.
“You know you can stay with me for a while if you want, until this blows over,” she offered. “It might help to get some distance from Durgesh. You are in love with your own Ammī’s Hindu lover. Well, you are not alone. So many of us Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties have done it. Most of them are living now happily with their Ammīs as their co wives.”
“Thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, I think I’m okay though. Maybe this was what I needed, a sign that I need to stop obsessing over my ever over ethical Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.”
She wasn’t really feeling as good as she pretended to be but Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t want to worry Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān too much with her problems.
They put their bikinis on and went outside where they lay down on two of the loungers that were side by side.
It didn’t take Saåīdah Yåqūb long to notice movement in one of the windows on the second floor of the house.
I was still keeping an eye on Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was more necessary now after she kissed me so long, so aggressively, so unashamed of it.
“Allah,” Saåīdah Yåqūb muttered.
“What?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān responded.
“He’s up there watching us, even after what I just did. Probably thinks I don’t see him.”
To her credit Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t look straight toward the window to give away they knew I was there.
Instead she casually stretched out and moved her head enough to get a look at the window.
“Are you sure? I don’t see anything,” she said.
“Trust me, he’s there.”
“He is taking care of you, I’m sure.”
“Idiot, the best way he can take care of me, is to fuck me, doesn’t he know?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said scornfully, “He is acting as if my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt is not a cunt, a burning furnace instead that will burn his damn Uncut Hindu Lund entirely into dust, once it’s there inside.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“You are desperate that Durgesh hasn’t fucked you already.”
“Well, what the hell I lack, yār? I watched him fucking my Ammī, her sisters, her cousins, her friends right since I didn’t even understand what it actually was. I was fascinated. The fascination turned into obsession and immense love gradually eventually. When? I don’t know. The way Durgesh handles us, the way Durgesh fucks us Musalmān Beauties, is just beyond even our wildest imagination. What’s wrong there if I want him to do the same to me? Isn’t it natural?”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“The multi zillionaire Hindu playboy thinks we are still immature when we are Just Eighteen Just Adult. We can’t differentiate between infatuation and love. He thinks we are actually infatuated to him. We don’t understand the gravity of sex life.”
“Even if it is so, why can’t he just fuck us and forget,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said furiously, “as we do in his damn bright opinion?”
“Well, he thinks sex is a divine thing. It should never be taken so lightly.”
“Damn him. I blamed the Musalmān Beauties who raped Durgesh once, not now. He deserves to be raped constantly. He is too proud of his unique legendary sex prowess.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān looked at Saåīdah Yåqūb quite stunned and horrified.*

An idea was forming in her head.
If I wanted to watch them, then they would give me what I wanted.*

Anyone could judge Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor if s/he wanted to, but Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was never ashamed of herself.
If Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt for one second that her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, who was nineteen, by the way-wasn’t participating willingly, then Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had put an end to it. To the contrary, her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had always given every sign of enjoying their sessions and had never spoken a word to Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor of having second thoughts.
All the proof Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor needed was to see and feel the steel hardness of his Hindu erection when Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, were alone together and the incredible sensation when her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, cum inside her wet ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Now, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor couldn’t really say whose idea it was in the beginning.

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had never talked about it.
Maybe it just happened and wasn’t anybody’s preconceived idea.
However, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could say this from her perspective: There were several times in the years leading up to the first time they had sex where Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor lusted after her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, even while I was always fucking her wildly.
But that first day?
She didn’t wake up thinking,
‘I have to screw my son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, today.’
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was forty-one and, yes, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor admitted to being more than a little concerned about whether Durgesh still find her attractive.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor never wanted to live on Durgesh’s sympathy.
She still loved me exclusively, but she married her Hindu brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, despite it, didn’t she?
I looked at Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gravely.
“You’d promised me, Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, not to marry your real brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, if I never release you from my nude Hindu male lap.”*

Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and flipped over onto her stomach.

“Hey Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, can you do my back?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked as Saåīdah Yåqūb undid the string on her top.

She smiled, understanding immediately what Saåīdah Yåqūb was up to.
“You’re bad,” she said even as she moved toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.

Her hands rubbed the sunscreen delicately over Saåīdah Yåqūb’s back, being far more thorough than necessary.
Saåīdah Yåqūb folded her arms under her head and closed her eyes as Saåīdah Yåqūb let her work.
She wasn’t shy about where she touched.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān spent a long time on Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gorgeous Musalmān ass before finally finishing off on her legs.

“You want me to do your front too?” she asked.

“I think maybe you’re enjoying this,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said with a smile as she turned back over.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted.

Saåīdah Yåqūb pulled her bikini top off and dropped it on the ground beside Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān sucked in her breath softly as Saåīdah Yåqūb’s naked Musalmān breasts were uncovered right in front of Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Neither of Saåīdah Yåqūb and Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was particularly into girls, but Saåīdah Yåqūb had to admit Saåīdah Yåqūb was kind of enjoying the attention, and if Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was having fun too that was fine with Saåīdah Yåqūb.

Once again Saåīdah Yåqūb closed her eyes and let Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān proceed at her own pace.
At first she traced the faint tan lines that had developed on her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts from always being covered, but soon she was rubbing them with her entire palm.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had to know what they were doing by now, but that was okay.
The main thing was to show Saåīdah Yåqūb what Saåīdah Yåqūb was missing.

Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān eventually moved onto her stomach before finishing off on her legs again.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān leaned down to Saåīdah Yåqūb’s ear before Saåīdah Yåqūb got up, and whispered to Saåīdah Yåqūb.

“Think that’s enough?”

“Mm-hm, thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb whispered back.

As she was straightening back up she paused and leaned back toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Her lips brushed Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gently then pulled away again so quickly Saåīdah Yåqūb barely understood what happened.

“Just for good measure,” she said as she returned to her seat.*

Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t bother locking her door that night.
If Durgesh came in, it would mean Saåīdah Yåqūb had gotten me, and honestly Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t really care if I caught Saåīdah Yåqūb masturbating again.
It would bother me more than Saåīdah Yåqūb anyway.

Sure enough just as Saåīdah Yåqūb was getting ready to go to sleep, the door swung open followed by her dream man, me. Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t even fazed this time when I saw that Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked.

“You’re not playing fair, Saåīdah Yåqūb,” I said.

“All’s fair in love and war, my dear Hindu Stepfather.”

“And what is this?” I asked, clearly staring at her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts.

“Right now? Love and War. Both.”

It turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on to have me watching her openly with no pretense between us.
Saåīdah Yåqūb could feel, Saåīdah Yåqūb was close to getting everything Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get.
My sixty five years utmost experienced Hindu eyes followed her hand as it strayed back down to her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and stroked it softly.

“You know we can’t, right? There’s stuff we just can’t do,” I said.

Saåīdah Yåqūb was trying to convince herself as much as me that I was in her room was evidence enough Saåīdah Yåqūb was succeeding.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to see how far Saåīdah Yåqūb could push me.

“If you’re gonna stay, you have to let me see your unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund,” Saåīdah Yåqūb told me boldly.

“What?”

“I don’t mind if you want to watch me nude, masturbating myself, but I’m determined that I won’t allow you get a free show.”

I controlled myself as her finger slipped into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
If I stayed there, it would be a victory for Saåīdah Yåqūb and we both knew it.
Yet, the question was whether Saåīdah Yåqūb had enough willpower left to let me leave.
What the hell her reaction would be?
It was even more than obvious now to me that it wasn’t mere her infatuation for me now.
She might be Just Eighteen Just Adult, but it was her exclusive love for me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb really loved me exclusively despite Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
It would never be good for her to masturbate anymore imagining my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Let her see it now.
Saåīdah Yåqūb needed it very much.
Yes, Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yes, I’m sixty five now.
But it was now only myself that could satisfy her sexually, none else.

“It’s just looking,” I said, trying to convince Saåīdah Yåqūb. “No touching or anything. Just watching each other, that’s all. Okay? You won’t do anything more?”

Abruptly I reached down and undid my belt.
Saåīdah Yåqūb tried not to smile triumphantly too widely, but it was difficult.
Soon my pants were around my knees and I sat down confidently on the bed beside Saåīdah Yåqūb, trying to find a position that let her see me without getting too close.
Saåīdah Yåqūb saw I was almost fully hard already just from watching Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Saåīdah Yåqūb felt her ardent Musalmān clit throb as it finished stiffening before Saåīdah Yåqūb.

It was the first time Saåīdah Yåqūb had actually seen my unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund even after all the times Saåīdah Yåqūb had imagined it.
Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting so wet that her finger was making squishing sounds and Saåīdah Yåqūb soon added a second.
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed my Hindu erection as Saåīdah Yåqūb played with herself and began stroking it.

Chapter 32
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The everbest wives: Index

The everbest wives

Durgesh

Index

Chapter 1: No Hindu, Please!

Chapter 2: Only Hindus, Please! The discovery

Chapter 3: I do hate hypocrisy

Chapter 4: In the Moonlight

Chapter 5: I still love, Durgesh, with immense pride

Chapter 6: Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

Chapter 7: She loved me all along

Chapter 8: My dad’s new Musalmān wife

Chapter 9: She needed me extremely

Chapter 10: Hell, I Revolt

Chapter 11: Scintillating Ammī and daughter

Chapter 12: Now entirely secured and safe

Chapter 13: The women in my life

Chapter 14: The Beaming Knowledge

Chapter 15: A Secret Smile

Chapter 16: A deserving unfaithfulness-1

Chapter 17: The three pregnants-1

Chapter 18: The three pregnants-2

Chapter 19: We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

Chapter 20: After the death of my husband

Chapter 21: Her Brilliant decisions-1

Chapter 22: Her Brilliant decisions-2

Chapter 23: Her Brilliant decisions-3

Chapter 24: Her Brilliant decisions-4

Chapter 25: You are the best. You don’t know

 Chapter 26: The Everbest Wives

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41
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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