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