THE EVERBEST WIVES: 31

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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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: 30

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 30

Durgesh Saåīdah Yåqūb
Durgesh Nādirah Moåīn
Durgesh Tahajjud Zahīr
Durgesh Åādilah Nadīm

I sat down beside her on the bed.
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, are you okay?”
Why wouldn’t I just leave her alone?
“What the hell do you think?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, still talking from her pillow.
“I think you’re upset.” I was going to say something more to that but Saåīdah Yåqūb cut me off.
“Let me alone, Durgesh, please!”
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, I think things are getting weird between us and I don’t want that. For what it’s worth I’m willing to pretend this didn’t happen. It’s not worth losing our relationship over.” I proposed gravely.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t answer immediately.
What did I mean ‘pretend it didn’t happen’ anyway?
It was still going to be lurking at the back of her mind whenever she would see me.
Nothing can’t just reset everything.
On the other hand I wasn’t reacting nearly as badly as I could be, so that it was something.
I could have been angry, or pitying, or even disgusted with her instead of trying to work things out.
The least I could do was play along.
“M’sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s alright Saåīdah Yåqūb, you can’t always help….”
Saåīdah Yåqūb waited for me to finish my sentence, but instead I abruptly rose and walked out of the room.*

I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs.
I’d heard the girls go upstairs earlier and a bit of laughter, yet I had no idea what the two of them were getting up to.
I was about to find out.
I felt one set of hands on my shoulders and a soft kiss was placed on my left cheek.
Another set of hands, another kiss and then I heard high heels on our hardwood floors.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and his daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, were now both standing in front of me with big, naughty grins on their lovelyardent Musalmān faces.

Nādirah Moåīn was standing there in a gorgeous, mauve bra and panty set with silver stiletto heels.
Her daughter was wearing a tiny white peignoir and her heels were white to match.
I assumed they had been shopping earlier that day and wanted to show me their new finery.
I’ve seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, in sexy clothes before.
They were a very open family.
They hated other backward Musalmīn very much.
“We have a proposition for you, Durgesh,” Nādirah Moåīn said to me, sitting down on one side of me and resting her head on my shoulder.

“Yes Daddy, we do,” Tahajjud Zahīr said as she sat down on the other side of me and mimicked her Ammī’s actions. “Do you want to tell him Ammī, or shall I?”
“Tahajjud Zahīr,” I said patiently, “how many times I’ve to tell you that I am not your ‘Daddy’. You are your Abbū’s daughter. I lack X chromosomes that are necessary to father a daughter.”
Tahajjud Zahīr looked at me naughtily.
“Daddy, I have myself seen my Ammī, Begum Nādirah Moåīn, fucking you. You know it.”
“Your Abbū is a damn fool. He never allowed your Ammī to suck him.” I said angrily.
“Therefore you allowed her to suck yourself?” Tahajjud Zahīr said sarcastically.
“Ask your Abbū who allowed her to suck me.” I said gravely.
Tahajjud Zahīr smiled cunningly.
“I know. Abbū has confessed to me after all that he himself had requested you to let my Ammī suck yourself.”*

I watched Muħammad Zahīr as if he had gone crazy.
“Are you sure?”
“There isn’t another option, Durgesh. Nādirah Moåīn wants to suck me and being an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān I can’t allow her. It’s a sin in Islam. Gunāh-e-åzīm.”
“And you kiss her Musalmān Cunt, lick her, tongue fuck her even. Isn’t it a sin too in Islam? Gunāh-e-åzīm?” I asked Muħammad Zahīr sarcastically.
Durgesh, I couldn’t satisfy her sexually. It was so shameful to me that I tried to finger fuck her. Nādirah Moåīn was too angry to allow me to finger fuck her. She asked me to kiss and lick her Musalmān Cunt to bring her to her orgasm. It was our Shab-e-Ůrūsī, our golden night. I didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied. I tongue fucked her.”
“You always tongue fuck her when you can’t satisfy her?”
“What the hell anything else can I do?” Muħammad Zahīr said desperately.
“Muħammad Zahīr, why can’t you satisfy her sexually? Are you impotent?”
“Certainly not, certainly not. But don’t have enough sexual lust to meet hers.”
“It’s only a psychological problem and…”
“It’s a religious problem.” Muħammad Zahīr interrupted me.
I looked at him stunned.
“What the hell. You want to say Islam doesn’t tell you to satisfy your own wife sexually?” I asked furiously at length.
“Please, don’t get me wrong, Durgesh. It says. Islam tells us Musalmīn to satisfy our Musalmān wives sexually but there’s a limit of every thing after all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m helpless in tongue fucking her, but I’m not helpless in allowing her to suck me too.”
“Why not?”
“I’m already suffering from immense guilt. I can’t afford to do one more sin. My heart would fail.”
“I see.” I eyed him scornfully, “Your heart would fail if you allow her to suck you, but your heart would never fail if you allow her to suck me?”
Muħammad Zahīr watched me scornfully himself.
“What’s the matter? Aren’t you already fucking most of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies of your other Musalmān friends? What the hell is new I’m asking you to do for me?”
“Nothing.” I said bitterly, “Go ahead. Tell your wife, my Nādirah Moåīn Bhābhījān, she can suck me. Okay? Pleased now? Now, will you please get out of my room?”
Muħammad Zahīr smiled.
“Sorry Durgesh, thank you. But you must have realized until now, even much before, very much before it, you are not born to maintain any platonic relationship whatsoever with any woman that’s beautiful enough to desire you.”
I was stunned again.
“What? You mean, you mean Nādirah Moåīn Bhābhījān herself asked you to allow her to suck me?”
Muħammad Zahīr laughed ironically.
Truth is stranger than fiction, Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
“She is tired of my tongue fucking now too. She needs the real thing now, your Uncut Hindu Lund, between her immensely beautiful Musalmān legs.” Muħammad Zahīr laughed bitterly, “Congratulations.”*

Nādirah Moåīn grinned.
“I’ll do it,”
She turned my face towards hers and spoke. “Darling, you have to lose weight and you have to stop being so stubborn about it. So, your daughter and I decided to figure out a way to help you. The only thing you love more than learning and reading is sex, am I right?”
She was.
Nādirah Moåīn and Muħammad Zahīr were very passionate people and were even more passionate in the first few years after Tahajjud Zahīr was born.
They were even swingers for a while, enjoying “the lifestyle” until they simply got too busy with their careers and the raising of a child.
“So, darling, we have a proposition of a highly sexual nature. The more my Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, the more sex you get from us too. For my every 5 Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, you can have me ─ OR Tahajjud Zahīr ─ for one night of sex with no rules. Anything goes. For my every 10 Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, you can have the both of us. We’ll dress like this for you, we’ll be your slaves for the night ─ anything, understand?”
I looked over at Tahajjud Zahīr and she barely blinked.
I thought this might be some crazy practical joke but they were serious.
“Babe, I can’t do that with Tahajjud Zahīr ─ that’s incest!” I protested.
“Oh, screw that,” Nādirah Moåīn laughed. “I’ve seen Tahajjud Zahīr checking you out and I don’t blame her ─ she’s gorgeous. You are already having sex with countless Musalmān Ammīs and their daughters, what’s new there for you, Hindu Sex god?”
“Naughty daddy,” Tahajjud Zahīr giggled and snuggled in closer. “Ammī told me that a few months ago when we’d both had a bit too much wine. She thought that I’d freak out but I told her that I thought I had a wonderful Hindu father who drop-dead sexy. We started talking and over time, we worked out this little scheme. Now Daddy, are you going to be the smart man I think you are and take us up on the offer or are you going to continue hating to have sex with us so called Musalmān stepdaughters you have? Nonsense, most of your Musalmān stepdaughters and Musalmān stepsisters are already now your ever successful ever faithful Musalmān wives and you are still talking of incest with us. The hell with your ever irrational sexual Hindu ethics.”
This was, in so many words, an offer “too good to refuse”.
I shook my head and saw the faces of my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter brighten.
“Good choice,” Nādirah Moåīn said, giving me a happy nod. “We’re going to show you just what kind of things you can expect once you start fucking my needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends. Come here, Tahajjud Zahīr sweetheart.”
I watched in amazement as my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, left my side and joined her mother.
They started kissing and it was the damned sexiest thing I had ever seen between them.
I reached for Tahajjud Zahīr and she stopped kissing her Ammī for a minute.
“Uh-uh Daddy, you don’t get me until you fuck those first 5 Musalmān ladyfriends of my Ammī. You can fuck Ammī if she wants to let you, but I’m saving my body as your reward. You can watch a preview of what you might see if you fuck 10 though.”
I saw my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, remove my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn’s dainty lingerie and crawl between her legs.
She started eating her Ammī’s pussy and it didn’t look like a first-time thing either.
She laved my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn’s pussy with a skill that made me understand she’d been with other women before ─ had it been one of her girlfriends or with Nādirah Moåīn?
I really didn’t care and my Uncut Hindu Cock was rock-hard.
After they made love for a few minutes, my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, returning her daughter’s favors, she took favour on me and gave me one of the best blow jobs she had ever treated me to.
I slept like a rock that night and with a huge smile on my face.*
The next morning, I just had toast and a half grapefruit for breakfast, along with coffee.
It took me about 2 weeks to fuck the initial 5 Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn.
Nādirah Moåīn and Tahajjud Zahīr were ear-to-ear grins when I fucked Nādirah Moåīn’s five Musalmān ladyfriends.
Tahajjud Zahīr raced upstairs and I looked at Nādirah Moåīn.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” I asked her, giving her a chance to back out. “I’ll continue with fucking your Musalmān ladyfriends anyway, you know once I start something, I finish it.”
Nādirah Moåīn slapped my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Don’t be an idiot, my daughter wants you to fuck her. She’s a gorgeous young thing and if you pass that up, I’m taking your place. Go upstairs and screw my little girl and be noisy. When I take you to bed tonight, I’m going to see if I can be just as noisy as she’ll probably be.”
Being a “man of size” meant climbing stairs got me winded most times, but I think I may have neared my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr’s speed when climbing.
I went to my bedroom until I heard Tahajjud Zahīr say “In here, Daddy.”
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, was in her own room and that made me pause for a minute.
Could I really go through with this?
When I entered her room, my question was answered.
Tahajjud Zahīr was sitting in her favorite chair, the one she used to sit in when I’d read her bedtime stories.
She had looked so innocent and sweet as a child, but no longer.
She had now styled her hair and put on a bit of makeup.
She was wearing a wild black body stocking and black high heels with gold earrings and the necklace Nādirah Moåīn had bought her for her 18th birthday.
If I had any doubts about fucking my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, they vanished in an instant.
“Do I look sexy, Daddy?” Tahajjud Zahīr asked, standing up.
The body stocking left nothing to the imagination, it was sheer where it needed to be and had an opening at her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I could fuck her while she wore it if I so desired.
In heels, she was close to my height.
Tahajjud Zahīr threw her arms around me.
“I’m going to be a total slut for you tonight Daddy, if that’s what you want. I’ll suck your Uncut Hindu Cock and you can fuck me from behind or I’ll be on top ─ whatever. I’m honoring my promise, Daddy. Tonight, you get anything you want. But go easy on me Daddy, I’m not as strong as you are.”
I decided to test that out for the rest of the evening.
I picked up my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s, slender daughter and carried her to the bed.
The thought of fucking his sexy baby girl on her own bed was kinky enough to get me half-way stiff already.
I began removing my clothes and Tahajjud Zahīr smiled with every article I took off.
“You’ve still got superb muscles, Daddy,” she smiled at me. “You’re going to be quite the Hindu stud when you fuck all the needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends of my Ammī. I may not want to stop fucking you by then, Ammī might have a bit of competition.”
I hadn’t thought about that until that moment.
Once I fucked all the needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn, would I still be able to fuck both of these women or would life return to normal?
I shunted that thought to one side and let my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, crawl on top of me.
“Kiss my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh darling,” she grinned. “Kiss my fucking cuntand then I’ll take you halfway around the world and back. I’m a great fuck Durgesh darling, you’re about to find that out. Even though I’m still a virgin.”
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr’s lurid comments were better than Viagra, but it was her body that was the real turn-on.
Easily as beautiful as her still-sexy Ammī, Tahajjud Zahīr’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was shaved and tasty.
I kissed it from top to bottom and could have kept going all night if she hadn’t fallen away from me, gasping for air.
“Allah Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my GOD, Durgesh darling, you are wonderful,” Tahajjud Zahīr panted. “I think this deal is gonna be as good for me as it is for you. You made me cum Durgesh darling, you wonderful Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties, us Musalmān houseladies, you made me cum. Now let me see if I can’t do the same thing for you!”
“Hey, you two, you’re making an awful racket!” I heard Nādirah Moåīn call upstairs, teasing us both.
“It’s all our Hindu fucker Durgesh darling’s fault,” Tahajjud Zahīr called back down and then, she moved close to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She took it in her tiny hand and examined it.
“What a lovely Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh darling, it’s so thick and firm. I’m just going to make it a bit bigger and then, we can fuck. I’m finally going to fuck my handsome, darling Durgesh darling.”
I remembered what Nādirah Moåīn had said earlier ─ had this all been a ruse so that my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and daughter could share me?
Who cared?
I was coming out of it on the winning side either way one looked at it.*

My friend’s little girl sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock with gusto and I had to hold off from cumming in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Fortunately, years of practice with her Ammī had taught me a few tricks in that regard.
She pouted a little and then, she went to grab a condom.
“Don’t need those sweetheart, but good for you for thinking of it,” I told her.
She chuckled and nodded.
A few years after she was born, Muħammad Zahīr made sure that Nādirah Moåīn and he couldn’t have any more kids.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s beautiful daughter straddled my waist and then lowered her model-perfect body on to my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
She pulled the top of the body stocking away and I got to pinch her gorgeous, peach-perfect tits with the coral-pink nipples.
She was sighing and letting out little mewls of pleasure as she rode her horny Durgesh darling.
I was groaning myself because for the first time in over a decade, I was fucking a extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy that didn’t belong to my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and it was so damned tight!
I spent a few hours in bed with Tahajjud Zahīr and I think she might have learned a few things from me.
I fucked her doggy style and we showered together before I said good night.
I went to my own room, threw on a robe and went downstairs to my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn.
She was wearing a very satisfied smirk on her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
“That was only the beginning,” Nādirah Moåīn chuckled. “Wait until you see what happens when you fuck the next five, we Musalmān Ammī and Musalmān daughter are going to blow your fucking Hindu mind.”
We tried to watch TV for a while but we couldn’t keep it up.
The pair of us were simply too horny.
Nādirah Moåīn and I ended up going upstairs and fucking until 1 AM.
I hadn’t seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, this aroused in years.
It was a very bleary-eyed Durgesh who walked to his office the next morning and this time, I was glad of the morning chill.
I think it helped snap me awake.
I saw the smile on Tahajjud Zahīr’s face and once again, I believed she might have known more than she was letting on.*

It took me about 3 weeks to fuck another five Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåī.
The girls were practically giddy throughout dinner and we barely made it through the low-fat dessert Nādirah Moåīn had prepared before they ran upstairs.
I loaded the dishwasher while they prepped for me.
I nearly broke a few plates because all I could think about was what was waiting for me upstairs.
Even then, what awaited me surprised me yet again.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, was all in black leather, from head to toe.
Her daughter was in white and looked innocent and fresh.
“The little slut told me she’s been fucking my lover,” my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, hissed through clenched teeth. “I told her that it wasn’t fair and she’d have to service me before I let her back in bed with you again. Don’t you think that’s only fair, Durgesh?”
I had no idea my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, had Dom fantasies, none at all.
I nodded and sat in a wingback chair to watch what was going to happen next.
It was then I noticed there was a tiny silver leash attached to a collar around Tahajjud Zahīr’s neck.
The Musalmān girls were going all out; I honestly believed they were having as much fun as I was ─ maybe more!
“Eat my cunt, you bi-sexual, sexy little bitch!” Nādirah Moåīn snarled as her daughter proceeded to do just that.
It was the second time I had seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, eat extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and it was just as thrilling as the first.

The two of them really were a whirlwind of blonde hair and sexy, leggy bodies as they girl-fucked.
Nādirah Moåīn stopped short of fucking her little girl with a dildo ─
“She needs a real Uncut Hindu Cock,” Nādirah Moåīn said to me ─ but they did everything else and not once did Tahajjud Zahīr seem to fall out of character.
If there were an Academy Award for sex, my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, would have taken home an Oscar.
“Hey, don’t I make the rules around here?” I said to the Musalmān girls. “I know what I want; you two Musalmān whores get over here and give me a double blowjob, right now!” I commanded.
I saw two sets of gleaming blue Musalmān eyes and I knew that I had caught on to their little ploy.
Finally I was getting what I had wanted since the beginning, two sets of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān lips on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was really exciting to see my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter sharing my Hindu load and knowing that the games had only just begun between us.
Once I had cum, they changed into pretty lingerie and did another set of girl-girl loving for my viewing pleasure.
I was rock-hard in under 15 minutes and when my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, climbed on top of my Uncut Hindu Cock, Tahajjud Zahīr seated herself on my face.
I could easily see my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter kissing and fondling as I fucked Nādirah Moåīn.
Nights like this were going to work off even more poundage, I was certain of that.
The next five Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn led to my having a night of sex with Tahajjud Zahīr that included her first anal.
It’s not really my favorite but she asked me to fuck her gorgeous Musalmān ass.
“It will make me yours completely, Durgesh darling,” she told me with her brilliant Musalmān eyes shining. “You’ll be the only man that will ever have been in all my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān holes.”
She also did a strip tease reminiscent of the Nancy Callahan character in the move SIN CITY.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, got fucked that night until she howled and she finally passed out from sheer exhaustion.
My friend’s gorgeous Musalmān wife did the rest of the work herself later that night and Tahajjud Zahīr wasn’t the only one to be exhausted that night.
I could not go to work the next morning.
I needed to sleep more, but even that was entirely embedded into Tahajjud Zahīr’s tight beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Getting worn out at home, boss?” Åādilah laughed as she handed me a juice.
More than ever, I was certain she knew what was going on.
It was hard to concentrate on writing when I had two sexy wild Musalmān women living with me and another just inside my office.
The next threesome confirmed something I’d suspected all along.
After we’d finished dinner, the Musalmān girls went upstairs.
I was just reading when the doorbell rang. There stood Åādilah Nadīm in a white trench coat.
“The girls said they might need backup tonight, boss,” she giggled as she opened the coat. The sexy Musalmān brunette was wearing just a tiny peek-a-boo bra and thong with heels.
She went upstairs and I could hear delighted squeals and soon, moans.
I thought this was supposed to be MY party, so I hightailed it up there to see Nādirah Moåīn screwing Åādilah Nadīm with a dildo while she was eating Tahajjud Zahīr.
It turned out my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, had been having a lesbian affair with Åādilah Nadīm months before all of this had started.
I still don’t know if they included Nādirah Moåīn or if that all happened later and I don’t care.
I only cared that my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock got a lot of action that night and at work the next day, I fucked Åādilah Nadīm on our lunch break.
It’s been over two years now since all of this began.
I’ve fucked almost 80 Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn and still screwing my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, and wife and Åādilah Nadīm, as well as some of Åādilah Nadīm’s friends, Tahajjud Zahīr’s college classmates and a few of Nādirah Moåīn’s single or divorced friends also well.
The sexual activities didn’t stop once I achieved my goal even.
Well, I knew it already.
It wasn’t any news to me, however.

Chapter 31
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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: 29

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 29

Hidden Intentions
Durgesh Saåīdah Yåqūb

I was Saåīdah Yåqūb’s older brother.
Of course, not real, her real brother’s friend instead.
It was unfortunate that Saåīdah Yåqūb’s real brother had left them.
Saåīdah Yåqūb knew it was all her Ammī’s fault.
Was it really?
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, her Ammī, was a young woman still, after all.
“She should have married someone, Saåīdah.” her brother was furious, “How the hell can I bear my Ammī is a live in relationship partner of my own friend?”
Saåīdah Yåqūb watched him gravely.
“What’s wrong in it?”
Durgesh is my Abbū.”
“Oh, hadn’t our Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, married our Ammī when she was Just Eighteen Just Adult and our Abbū was fifty six?”
Saåīdah!”
“Certainly you are not telling me that Abbū could marry a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty but the same Musalmān Beauty can’t do it, when it’s her turn. She isn’t fifty six even. She is only forty two.”
“Are you crazy? Everyone is calling our Ammī a cougar.”
“So what? Isn’t Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī a cougar? Isn’t Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad a cougar? Isn’t Doctor Rābiyah Altamash a cougar? Aren’t a large number of working sophisticated filthy rich Musalmān Beauties cougars now? If our ultramodern sophisticated society is still respecting them, what the hell else our Ammī is doing?”
“I don’t want to argue with you. I can’t bear that my friends tease me calling Durgesh my Abbū.”
“Well?” Saåīdah Yåqūb watched her elder brother with burning eyes, “What the hell you want? Distribution of our ancestral businesses and property? Tell expressly. Come out with your real vile hidden intentions.”*
Saåīdah Yåqūb never told Salmān Yåqūb, her brother, what her own vile hidden intentions were.
But there was a reason behind it.
For a long time she herself had a crush on me.
She favored her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, not because she was broad minded ab initio.
She had seen me fucking her Ammī actually.
Allah, what tremendous lovely nude pair her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, with Durgesh made!
Saåīdah Yåqūb honestly realized, first time, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was not made for her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb ever.
She was made for Durgesh actually.
What if Durgesh was thirty four?
What if her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two?
If the fifty six years old Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb could marry Just Eighteen Just Adult Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, entirely unashamed of himself, why the hell forty two years old her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, can’t fuck thirty two years old Durgesh?
Saåīdah Yåqūb knew Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, her Abbū, was old now.
He was fifty six already when her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Now, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two.
She was entire twenty four years younger when she was married to her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb.
Now, her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, was eighty years old.
He had stopped having sex with her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, when he was not even sixty.
Her parents enjoyed sex with each other only for one year.
One year?
Saåīdah Yåqūb overheard her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, telling Durgesh that her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb failed even in their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their very Golden night.
her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucked Durgesh first time then.
Was Durgesh only ten years old then?
And her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucked a ten years old Hindu boy to extinguish the sexual fire between her legs?
Saåīdah Yåqūb couldn’t believe it.
Had the entire other adult males died already?
Yes, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
She could have compromised on an eight years younger Hindu boy even.
Moreover, Durgesh was a hypersexual boy ab initio.
It is said Durgesh was fucking extremely beautiful adult Musalmān Beauties too as early as he could fuck a girl/woman.

Nevertheless, her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, was eighty.
What’s wrong there if her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucks an eight years younger Hindu male?
Her brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb, is communal.
He is jealous of his Hindu friend, Durgesh.

Well, none could say her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two.
She looked ten years younger than her real age.
Durgesh thirty four.
her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, thirty two.
What a perfect match!
Isn’t it?
To hell with her ever communal ever selfish brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb.*

I was pretty much the worst guy she could possibly be attracted to as far as Saåīdah Yåqūb was concerned.
Moreover, it was possible that I wasn’t interested in a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty while other almost infinite Musalmān Beauties were trying their luck with me.
Her own Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was providing immense sex to Durgesh.
Wasn’t she?
Moreover, her Ammī’s real sisters, her cousins, her Bhābhījāns and her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends were also serving Durgesh sexually with their ever gorgeous ever glamorous ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent female Musalmān bodies.
Why the hell Durgesh would pay any attention to a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty, Saåīdah Yåqūb, then?

It wasn’t just that Durgesh was completely unattainable, that was pretty common for crushes as far as Saåīdah Yåqūb could tell.
It was always having me around, never getting a break from the fantasies floating around in Saåīdah Yåqūb’s head.
Every time she met me in the hallway coming out of the shower with my hair still damp and a towel wrapped around my waist, every time she watched me swimming laps in the pool in our backyard, thoughts would surface in Saåīdah Yåqūb’s head and drive her crazy.

I really was good looking, it wasn’t just Saåīdah Yåqūb who thought so.
Saåīdah Yåqūb’s friends talked about it sometimes, occasionally admitting their own crushes on me, but of course Saåīdah Yåqūb could never tell them how she felt.
That was one of the worst parts about it.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had nobody to talk to.

Moreover, despite all her persistent denials, Saåīdah Yåqūb still felt some inherent guilt that Durgesh was a Hindu and she, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, was herself dreaming of Durgesh.

The guilt had been really bad when Saåīdah Yåqūb first realized how she felt about me, but that had faded over time.
These days the main concern she had as she lay in bed at night masturbating to images of mine was that someone would find out.
In Saåīdah Yåqūb’s mind that would be disaster.
Who would ever want to hang out with Saåīdah Yåqūb if they knew something like that about her?
Especially Durgesh himself.
I was a pretty good older brother to her, an optimum replacement of her real brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb.
Once I grew out of constantly picking on me but Saåīdah Yåqūb was sure if I ever found out about Saåīdah Yåqūb’s crush on me, I would want nothing to do with Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Durgesh was himself already adjusting with her Ammī.
After all, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was his friend’s Ammī.
Wasn’t she?
It might be more troublesome to his morals to have sexual relationship with his friend’s sister too.

Fortunately I seemed completely oblivious to the attention Saåīdah Yåqūb paid me.
Given all the times I had caught Saåīdah Yåqūb staring at me, it was a wonder I hadn’t yet noticed.*

Saåīdah Yåqūb was lying out on a lounger beside our pool working on her tan, nothing uncommon for her during
the summer.
I was just finishing up mowing the lawn.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had of course been surreptitiously watching me whenever I came into view.
She had gotten quite good at leaving her eyelids open just enough to see through without anyone being able to tell.
And when that was too difficult she could always fall back on simply wearing a pair of sunglasses.

Eventually I put the mower away in the garage and came over to sit down on the chair next to her.
I didn’t speak for a minute or two, and Saåīdah Yåqūb did her best to pretend she didn’t even notice me.
“How’s the tan coming Saåīdah Yåqūb?” I asked.
Saåīdah Yåqūb shrugged,
“Not bad. Need more sunny days like this, it’s been too cloudy lately.”
“Should make sure you don’t burn,” I said casually.
“I’m being careful,” Saåīdah Yåqūb replied, completely failing to pick up on my tone.
“Just in case maybe we should cool you off.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb squealed as I picked her up, finally catching on to what I was up to.
“Durgesh, wait, I…”

I ignored Saåīdah Yåqūb and tossed her into the pool.
As she surfaced and pushed her hair back out of her face she saw me staring constantly at her, she started to blush.
“Could I have my top please?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked quietly to her own immense surprise.

She had been lying on her stomach and had untied Her bikini top to avoid getting a tan line across Her back.
She didn’t realize that when I picked her up but she had definitely become aware.
“Yeah sure,” I mumbled before throwing Saåīdah Yåqūb Her top.
I turned away as she put it on, giving her what privacy I could.
“Sorry about that Saåīdah Yåqūb, I really didn’t… it wasn’t….”
“I know it wasn’t on purpose, it’s okay. Really.” Saåīdah Yåqūb cooed.
She probably should have been as embarrassed as she was, probably should have been at least a little upset; Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t though.
It really was just an accident, not like I was being mean.
Aside from throwing Saåīdah Yåqūb in the pool anyway.

I offered a hand to Saåīdah Yåqūb and helped pull her out of the water.
If she were feeling vindictive, unkind, Saåīdah Yåqūb would have given me a shove toward the pool as she stood there awkwardly.
Instead Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up Her towel and headed inside.
A new fantasy was already building in Her mind.
Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get to Her room as quickly as possible.
She forced Her self to dry off properly first, no point dripping water over the floor and getting in trouble later.
Once safely inside Her room with the door locked Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked on Her bed within seconds.
Various scenarios played out in Her head as Her fingers worked furiously on Her pussy.

Sometimes I would refuse to give Saåīdah Yåqūb Her top, forcing her to climb out of the water and try to retrieve it on Her own.
I would grab Her breasts as she passed me and Saåīdah Yåqūb would pretend not to like it but she would ignore me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb would end up on the ground running Her fingers through my hair as I kissed on Her nipples and stroked Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my hand.
Other times, it went much like it actually did, only she would admit to her that I liked seeing her breasts.
Saåīdah Yåqūb thought impishly that she would offer to let me feel them and eventually she would.
Saåīdah Yåqūb would just stand there as I felt her up, then our eyes would meet and Saåīdah Yåqūb would kiss me.
It would be gentle at first, then her tongue would press into my mouth.
My hand would hold Her head firmly against mine.

Somehow we always ended up fucking beside the pool, that was the part that turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on the most.
Saåīdah Yåqūb came three times just thinking about it and eventually had to stop masturbating for a while.

As she lay on Her back waiting for Her breath to return to normal she looked over at the clock beside Her bed.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had been at it for almost an hour which was a pretty long time even for her.
Her hand lazily stroked the side of Her thigh and worked its way back to her ardent Musalmān clit.
Saåīdah Yåqūb just had to hope she didn’t overdo it and pass out from dehydration or something, that would be extremely awkward.*

Saåīdah Yåqūb was talking to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān on the phone when the story slipped out.
“You mean Durgesh actually saw you topless?”
Saåīdah Yåqūb hadn’t actually decided whether she should tell anyone about it, but Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was Her best friend and Saåīdah Yåqūb knew she would keep it secret.
“Yeah. It was kinda funny actually when I realized what I did. I was so embarrassed,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said winking at Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
“Do you think its going to be awkward between you guys?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān asked.
“Nah, I don’t think its a big deal really. Durgesh probably doesn’t even care except that he might be mad.”
There was a pause on the other end.
Saåīdah Yåqūb almost thought they might have gotten disconnected.
“I dunno Saåīdah Yåqūb, Durgesh might have been embarrassed because he liked seeing you, y’know, topless,” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān said hesitantly.

Her comment freaked Saåīdah Yåqūb out for a second.
She was worried that Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān somehow found out about Her fantasies.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t actually know anything, she was just speculating.
It might even have just been a joke except that it didn’t seem like something she would joke about.
“Yeah right, I’m sure Durgesh wants to see me naked,” Saåīdah Yåqūb shot back, hoping Her pause hadn’t been too long.
“Whatever you say. But it does happen Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m just saying.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb chewed on Her lip as Her mind raced.
She didn’t seem to be bothered by the idea of me wanting to look at her.
The question was whether she would be bothered by what Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to tell her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was so tired of keeping it secret that the opportunity was too much to pass up.
“Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said slowly, “I want to tell you something, but it has to be a secret. You can’t tell it to anybody, ever. And I really hope it doesn’t freak you out.”
“I promise Saåīdah Yåqūb, cross my heart.”
She sounded intrigued, excited even.
Only because she didn’t know what Saåīdah Yåqūb was going to tell her; the best Saåīdah Yåqūb could hope for, after that, was indifference.
“I kinda… have thoughts about Durgesh. Like bad thoughts. Where he’s… naked and stuff.” Saåīdah Yåqūb knew she was making a mess of what Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to say.
It wasn’t coming out right.*

She replied.
“Oh, yeah. I figured,”
It took a moment for her statement to sink in, I couldn’t even comprehend its significance.
“Wait, what? You knew?”
That was bad.
That was very bad.
Not that she knew so much, she clearly wasn’t all that upset.
But she had never told anyone as far as she could recall.
It meant it must be obvious how she felt.
Fuck, maybe everyone knew.
Maybe they were all laughing about it behind Her back.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was just the girl with a crush on her own Hindu Stepfather.
Moreover, she couldn’t even keep it a secret.
“Yeah, sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb. I’ve been pretty sure for a while that something was going on there. You know how I say you talk in your sleep? Well Durgesh’s name comes up a lot when you’re dreaming. Among other things”
Saåīdah Yåqūb was relieved to say the least.
If Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān had only worked it out because of what Saåīdah Yåqūb said in Her sleep then Saåīdah Yåqūb was probably safe.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was the only person who had slept in the same room with Saåīdah Yåqūb for a long time.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t have to worry about anybody else knowing.*

The talks with Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān helped a lot.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t feel almost so alone anymore.
All the worrying she’d done about telling Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān seemed silly in hindsight, since she was nothing but supportive toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
If Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān felt anything negative toward Saåīdah Yåqūb at all, she had never showed as much as even a hint of the same.

The rest of Her life remained pretty consistent.
Saåīdah Yåqūb still fantasized of me and masturbated too much.
I was worried now.
It wasn’t good either for her health or morals.
Soon it might appear on her character even if it wasn’t cured.
Should I fuck Saåīdah Yåqūb?
If she wants me, let her too have me?
What the hell difference would it make to me?
Even my Practical Chief Wife now was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, once my stepdaughter herself.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad had almost given their active charge to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Haven’t they?
If even my Practical Chief Wife today was once my stepdaughter, if a large number of my Live in relationship Partners now were once my stepdaughters, what’s wrong there if Saåīdah Yåqūb also joins them?
I must think of her character.
Must not I?

Saåīdah Yåqūb was unsurprisingly awkward around me at times, particularly when she was sunbathing.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for the most part since she assumed everything would get back to normal soon.

Everything did not, however, get back to normal.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was usually really good about keeping Her door locked when she was feeling horny.
Someone would have caught her masturbating long ago even if I would haven’t.
Obviously Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t quite as meticulous about it as she should have been.*

Saåīdah Yåqūb was just coming down from yet another self-inflicted orgasm when she saw me standing in the doorway.
My hand was still on the doorknob.
We stared at each other fascinated, as we shared a moment of ultimate intimacy, for what seemed like hours.
“I thought I heard my name…” I smiled boldly and looked at her.
“Allah, youuuuuuuuuuuuu? Get out!” Saåīdah Yåqūb shouted, finally reacting to the situation.
She pulled her blanket over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī naked Musalmān body even though it was too late to do much good.
Then she pulled it over her head before burying her face in her pillow.
Hiding couldn’t help but she couldn’t think of anything else to do.
The floorboards creaked quietly as I approached the bed.
“Go away!” Saåīdah Yåqūb tried to yell but her words lacked the proper force.
Tears were welling up in her eyes.
I knew her secret now.
I heard her saying my name.
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Fuck me, Durgesh, please!!!”
Allah!
Yā Allah!
Rabbil Åālmīn!

Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t remember doing it, but it could easily have slipped out while she was cumming.
I definitely knew Saåīdah Yåqūb was masturbating when she said it too.
Maybe if she’d had clothes on at the time I could have passed it off as something else, but getting caught naked with her hand still lying on her cunt was pretty humiliating, and enormously embarrassing too.

Chapter 30
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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