The Durgesh Obsession: 3Posted: June 15, 2014
It started simply enough.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb entered the kitchen after a day at work to find Durgesh between her legs, leaning firmly against his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend, pressing her against the counter by the sink.
We had not heard Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb come in, and were locked deeply in a kiss.
As Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb rounded the corner, my hips arched lower, tilted up as I pushed my sixty five years old Hindu crotch into her young Musalmān mound, pushing upwards, grinding my sex into hers.
Her hands were on my hips, pulling me hard against her.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb heard a stereo groan from both of us.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stopped dead in her tracks, a hot flash raced through her pussy as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb focused on our waists.
I humped her hard for several seconds, grinding my pelvis against hers.
“Eishān, God, Al Shahlah Al Nazīr, I want you,” I whispered.
“I’m home,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said, startling even herself.
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I smiled.
I turned away sophisticated.
The large bulge in my pants was evident as I turned away.
“You’re early, dear,” I continued, moving toward the end of the counter, tugging my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl by the elbow to follow me.
“Apparently,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb laughed.
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, it’s not what you think,” I glared.
“It’s not,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked quizzically. “Durgesh, and you Kid, I understand making out and sex,” she continued trying to smooth the discussion. “You’re over 18, Al Shahlah Al Nazīr. Do you,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb finished, turning to face us.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb tried to look stern, hiding her internal feelings.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb glanced at me.
My bulge was still visible.
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I groaned. “We gotta jet,” I followed.
“Dinner in an hour,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said, raising her voice so I would hear as we headed out the door.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reached for the counter top.
Her knees felt like rubber.
Her cunt throbbed.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed fucked.
Glancing at the clock, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb headed upstairs to change clothes.
The house was so quiet.
Her mind continued to race, thoughts of me continued to fill her mind.
How many extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girls I had sex with?
Was I doing safe sex?
I knew how to have sex optimum.
Please a woman.
Woman, hell Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb chuckled to herself.
Had Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb gotten so cynical?
Allah, God, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could not remember what she knew at her age.
When did Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and her husband start their sexual relationship?
Seniors in high school.
Yep, now Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb remembered.
Their first time was not unlike what Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had observed minutes ago with me.
Opportunity, lust, hormones, all combined to make their sex quick, unfulfilling, and painful.
They did try again though, and it got better with the years.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sat contemplating her life, their lives.
They loved each other!
They were faithful, honest, and still sexually active.
Even at her age, 36, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still had strong sexual desires.
And Al Saåīd Al Wahāb, he still lusted for Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had kept her body in shape.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb worked out religiously.
Actually, her body was as toned now as it ever was. Almost naked, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped in front of the mirror on the closet door.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked pretty damn good, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought to herself.
Her hands caressed down her body, starting over her tits, pinching her hard nipples, sliding down her torso, over her excellent Musalmān mound.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb allowed her fingertips to slide softly over her excellent Musalmān mound, over the hump to feel her lips, puffy lips hidden by her panties.
It felt so good.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb snaked a finger between her lips, feeling her clit.
I’ve got time her brain screamed.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb moved quickly to the bed, stretching out on her back, slipping her panties down, spreading her legs wide.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pushed a hand between her legs, dipping her fingers into her wet slit.
Within seconds, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was furiously mashing her clit against her body, pushing the limits of her body’s senses, needing an orgasm, a release.
Her mind flooded her senses with Al Saåīd Al Wahāb, kneeling between her legs, his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, biting her flesh, his fingers dipping into her dripping cunt.
“Yes,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb growled. “Suck me baby,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb whispered.
Her brain switched a vision of Al Saåīd Al Wahāb for a vision of me instantly.
“No,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grunted, feeling her orgasm approaching.
Her fingers moved faster over her hard clit.
“No,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb repeated, moving quickly to her orgasm.
It was Durgesh between her legs, my lips, my Uncut Hindu Lund flooded her mind.
Her body exploded into a serious orgasm.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb humped her fingers hard, grinding her clit against her slick flesh for a second orgasm.
“Yes baby,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb whispered softly, growling deep in her body.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb relaxed for several minutes, her mind turning over her thoughts again and again.
What kind of sick Bhābhījān was Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb?
How could Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb even imagine Durgesh having sex with her?
Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb jumped up, dressed, and headed down stairs.
It’s funny how an obsession clouds the mind.
Over the next days, weeks, and months, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb watched me carefully.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb purposefully made chances for her confrontations of me, checking my shorts for stains, checking my sheets, observing my hours, my dates, and my phone calls when possible.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grew to know when I had a sexual release, or she believed I had sex.
My manner, my temperament, my mood all changed.
But for a super Hindu stud, I seemed to have very little actual sex here.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb even found herself looking through my clothes to find cum stained boxers.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would inhale my musky odor in my dirty clothes.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grew jealous of my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriends.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb watched as we played, touching, caressing softly, anything that indicated more intimate contact could be expected.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb encouraged me to get to the gym, work out, spend adequate time in my studies, and actually ready myself for the rigorous requirements of my ever utmost important ashvinātam sex life.*
Curiosity was whirring through my mind.
Did Al Tayyabah Al İmrān see my Hindu erection for her?
Of course she saw.
What did the Sālī think when she saw?
Does she know what got it hard?
Should I say something, like does she know I saw her excellent ever erect proud Musalmān tits?
Gee, they were great.
I wonder what her ardent Musalmān pussy looks like.
Yes, it was an ardent Musalmān Cunt.
Despite her ever suspecting Musalmān husband had charged her of infidelity with me, despite he left her, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān was never unfaithful to him.
She never tried to seduce me, though I was always available to her in her own home.
I controlled myself always.
She was extremely beautiful.
Her husband, my friend, was really a damn fool that couldn’t understand her loyalty ever.
I never saw her Musalmān Choot.
I tried to see but couldn’t.
If I’d seen it I probably would have fucked her straight away.
Gee, those nipples looked soooo good.
I wish I could fuck her.
I am going to fuck her twin sister, Al Jalīs Al İmrān, however, once more in the shower, to control myself from fucking Al Tayyabah Al İmrān Bhābhījān.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān’s mind was also processing a vision.
Morality sat up in her death bed and said,
“Well, you can certainly say you’ve seen a magnificent Uncut Hindu Lund now, that should satisfy Curiosity.”
“Shut up you, stupid bitch,” said Obsession and threw a pillow over the face of Morality, “you think that counts as seeing a magnificent Uncut Hindu Lund?”
“Wait, I’ll join you,” she said and almost ran down the hall to join me.
“WHAT!?” I said, sure I didn’t hear what I thought I heard.
Maybe Al Tayyabah Al İmrān said nothing at all and it was the fantasy playing in my head that I heard.*
I became concerned about the needy Musalmān houseladies suffering from unwanted celibacy almost due to this or that reason.
The reasons differed apparently in each case.
But actually there was only one scientific mathematical reason they didn’t know.
Their Bhogchakr was better than their Pseudo Musalmān husbands.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb encouraged me nonstop.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb often imagined Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend, noting how I touched them, how my hands would massage their neck, back, legs, and even chest when Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would sneak a peek to discreetly catch us in some sort of torrid passion.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb placed my hands on her body at every opportunity.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hugged me, pressed her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body against me with great caution.
Her extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nipples would grow hard, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot would flood at the thought of me, my hands, my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund.
And with the changes of weather, fewer clothes were worn, increasing her desires for this hot, ever young Hindu piece of meat.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb imagined the size of my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund.
Stamina, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could bet I could fuck like a bull, hammer her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy, and come back for more before her orgasm had even diminished.
Durgesh was the best fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could ever imagine.
And Allah, did Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb masturbate?
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb flooded more panties than ever.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was always on the prowl.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was obsessed, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund into her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She had lied to me,
“We Musalmān houseladies behave as your proud Musalmān wives to threaten the criminal Musalmān elements that they would have to face you if they ever irritate us.”
Actually Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew the most of the Musalmān houseladies enjoyed the fantasy very much thus publicly.
They even touched my Uncut Hindu Penis and brushed their excellent Musalmān ass against it under this pretext or that.
It wasn’t just an act to fool the criminal Musalmān elements.
It was what they enjoyed very much deliberately actually.
They never acknowledge it.
Yet, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew it’s a blunt Goddamn Truth.
Al Saåīd Al Wahāb never even questioned her increased need for his penis.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grew very aggressive, jumping me at least 2-3 times a week.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grew randy, needing hard, fast, uncomplicated sex, pounding her sex to submission.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed my cum in her mouth, on her tits, sprayed over her face, in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, shoved deep in her extremely beautiful plump heavy perfect round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed my Hindu cum.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb kept Al Saåīd Al Wahāb drained now.
He loved it, calling her his sex slave.
He never even suspected Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never enjoyed him.
She always enjoyed me instead, fantasizing me there replacing him in her fantasy.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb did her bidding, all the while switching Durgesh for her husband in her mind.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grew more obsessed.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed Durgesh’s Unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund, my thrusts, my penetrations, my Hindu cum in her extremely beautiful utmost lovely utmost attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her extremely beautiful plump heavy perfect round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
How could Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb tell me?
How could Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb seduce her own husband’s ever loyal ever moral ever humanities Hindu friend?
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed a plan, but none came to her ever obsessed mind.
One year passed thus, completely.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grew sick inside.
The love of her life, Durgesh was leaving her.
And taking my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund with me, her dream penis.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was growing desperate.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had to have me before I left again.
Yet how the hell?
And luck fell her way.
Her ever increasing Bhogchakr, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never even knew.*
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān was beside me at the bathroom door, opened it and beckoned me in.
“Come on, my shoulders and back muscles are so tired, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān just needs a back scrub to liven them up.”
She was already turning the taps on to adjust the temp,
“Don’t be embarrassed, honey, I noticed your towel and I know you had an erection. It’s normal. Most men wake up in the morning with a hard-on and usually it’s gone by the time they get out of the shower. It’s natural. Al Tayyabah Al İmrān won’t look. I’ll have my back turned all the time,”
And with that she lifted the dress over her head, stepped under the water and faced the wall.
“C’mon, help these old bones wake up,” she said, reaching behind her to put a scrubbing pad and soap into my hand and lifting her arms up to rest on the wall in front of her.
I was in a daze and rested the un-soaped pad between her shoulders, all the time staring at the excellent naked Musalmān ass, naked Musalmān back, naked Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, my friend’s extremely beautiful wife, naked dream.
She looked over her shoulder into my face and laughed,
“Don’t be silly, you’re not even in the shower, do Al Tayyabah Al İmrān has to turn around and take that towel off you, or are you going to get in here and do this right?”
“NO, I’ll do it, but you have to turn around.”
“No problem”, she faced the wall and felt an exhilarating rush of goose pimples crawl all over her when she felt me splash in behind her.
“Make sure you soap up the pad first, and then gently scrub up and down and around the sides of my back and over my shoulders. Yes, like that, that’s good.” She smiled impishly, cunningly.
As if saying,
“So, the ever over moral Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are still loyal to your ever over moral Musalmān friend? You still think I’m his wife and call me ‘Bhābhījān’? You never thought I am separated from him due to no fault of mine. I am suffering through involuntary imposed celibacy. I too may need you sexually? Okay, now fuck your Bhābhījān, you dumb Hindu.”
After a few more words of encouragement, I got into a rhythm that really was relieving the stress and enlivening her skin.
All the while taking in as much of the nakedness as my eyes could swallow, wishing my Uncut Hindu Lund would go down but not knowing how it ever could with what was in front of it.
I even moved my hips back and forth a few times to fuck the four inches of air that separated my Uncut Hindu Lund and her back.
Her excellent heavy perfect round firm plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, I could rest my Uncut Hindu Lund in the ass cleavage if I moved forward only a few inches.
I was thinking of just that, how I could ‘accidentally’ touch her with my Uncut Hindu Lund, when she moved a little and did exactly that – bumped her back onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Oh, err sorry” I said taking the blame.
“That’s ok honey, it’s not a big shower and I expected we’d bump and touch occasionally, Your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, doesn’t mind, no big deal, you’re doing such a good job there on my back, Your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān really doesn’t mind. Let your Uncut Hindu Lund touch my bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cleavage. It’s all right. Never mind.”
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