It must be respected: 2

It must be respected

Durgesh

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Chapter 2

My thought about Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb also made its own way to my desire of fucking her again.

Yes!

Now, I thought to fuck all of them, not only Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, but Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb also.

Their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, was constantly requesting me persistently.

“You already have sex with Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, Durgesh.”

“So what? You compelled me, Al Islām Al Farīd. I didn’t have another option. I want to keep you happy.”

Al Islām Al Farīd looked at me gravely,

“If you really want to keep me happy, Durgesh, please accept Åāliyah and Jamīlah too. You have your infinite bodies.”

“Oh,” I smiled ironically somewhat, “so now you think they are my infinite bodies. You don’t think any longer that they are actually humanoid robots identical to me?”

Al Islām Al Farīd smiled.

“Am I alone, Durgesh, that thinks your infinite bodies are actually not your infinite subtle bodies?”

“No, you are not alone; nevertheless, if you think I’m not a living being in those my bodies, why do you want your entire daughters to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to me?”

“Because I’m not alone in this matter too.”

“I see.”

“If the entire womankind is happy to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to you, why not my daughters too? If today mankind is incompetent enough to even live in relationship with a lady, it must worry the mankind themselves, why us womankind?”*

It made sense.

I felt it really difficult to hide my ever adamant Hindu hard-on looking her three beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters roaming around, their shaking Musalmān buttocks, and their Musalmān cleavage peeping through their low cut- blouses or any dresses and such others.

I remembered a day inadvertently.

The day was a real head-turner.
I fired the computer when it was eight o’clock in the evening.

I never suspected Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat might come and watch me from the back of the room.

It was the common passage towards the terrace.

Al Islām Al Farīd and her family lived on the first floor and Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s family was in the ground floor.

I was fucking Réħānah Ashraf and I didn’t know Réħānah Ashraf had left the door opened.

Inadvertently or knowingly, I didn’t know.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was passing the corridor by the room, and through the open window, the view attracted her.

She saw me fucking Réħānah Ashraf fervently.

She had not only heard of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies I fucked, but had also watched us whenever she was alone.

It was almost the common fate of the Musalmān women after some ten-fifteen years of marriage that their husbands grew passive in sex, and the women had to live in dilemma, suppressing their sexual frustration and needed.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was no exception.

Watching me fucking Réħānah Ashraf, an idea hit her.

She felt horny.

The urge of a good satisfying fuck made her restless.

She came back, opened the wardrobe and thought what to wear for the night.

She was beautiful, no doubt.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat maintained her beauty going to parlors regularly, and was still in good shape.

She was thirty and still sexy, but her husband was never attentive to the sexual needs of her beautiful wife, never cared for her satisfaction, and now there she was.

She chose a knee-length green frock that looked like a schoolgirl’s play dress.

She put it on, shedding her usual nightgown, tied her hair in a pony-tale and came to see herself on the mirror.

Sexy was the only word she thought of herself. The sleeveless frock left ample part of her curvy Musalmān figure for imagination.

Her legs were good, but beautifully hairy!

She raised her arm.

The thick black bushes of her armpits spread a musky aroma.

She thought of shaving the armpits, but it was already ten, the time for dinner.

She had never cared for that shaving, either her armpits or the thick jungle under there around her Musalmān Pussy.

Her husband had never cared for those.

She reclined for it.

But thought it would be OK.

What she had seen today, was unexpected.

And once having seen the Uncut Hindu Dick, no woman can control her desire to have a fuck with the Uncut Hindu Dick.

Allah! Oh God!

It was so large and thick!

She prepared the dinner and called me to come downstairs and have it.

She looked herself once more on mirror.

Yes! That’s it that she wanted to look like!

No bra and the nipples piercing from under the frock, and no panty, to show her plump bums swing.

I entered, and she succeeded to turn my head.

I gasped at her but she tried to look as if nothing was wrong.

She served the dinner, stood by me while I ate and occasionally bent over me to give this and that and that made me wilder.

She could see the bulging hard- on of mine under the pants.

I was so huge!

She bit her lips.

I tried to control my hard-on but could not.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was too beautiful.

I had never thought sexy about Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.

She was beautiful, sexy and now turned to be a seducer!

I suggested her to dine with me.

She reluctantly denied.

I asked her again and she sat in front of me.

We finisheded the dinner quietly.

As the dinner was over, I thought to help her in washing and so I did deliberately cunningly.

While doing, my hands were brushing hers and on one or two occasions, she trailed her erect Musalmān nipples on my back.

I was out of control then.

I could not hide my tent in the pant, neither I wanted to.

She looked and smiled.

Then came the words from her sexy lips,

“It seems you are not fed totally. Are you?”

I smiled.

She turned to me and raising her boobs with both hands, asked,

“Are not they in good shape like your heroines you fuck?”

I didn’t gasp in surprise, deliberately.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat asked,

“Would you want to try them?”

That made sense. I took her in arms, and her lips found their way.

We kissed passionately.

We kissed really hard.

It was my first kiss to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, but being utmost experienced in sex already, I still did well.

I was squashing her firm beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with both my hands.

She broke the kiss and whispered,

“Come on, Durgesh, take me to the bedroom.”

We retreated to the bedroom as we were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What was happening to her?

I lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights.

I protested,

“Leave it, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!”

She giggled as I raised her hands on her head and brushed my lips on her hairy armpits.

She said,

“Oh Durgesh! You Hindus are so naughty!”

“Ok Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. You are really beautiful.”

She felt a shiver running through her spine.

She moaned.

I began to caress her beautiful Musalmān boobs under her beautiful green frock.

I began to kiss them.

She urged,

“Oh Durgesh! Open the frock, please. Make me nude; make me your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān whore.”

“Never.” I said gravely, “I always respect my entire women, Musalmān or otherwise. They aren’t my whore ever. They are my ever respected life partners.”

She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Musalmān books.

The sexy words raise the sexual urge.

She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs until knees.

I helped her sit and tugging up her green frock; I peeled it off her head.

As she raised her hands, her firm breasts came into full view and I took them in hands.

I began kissing the pitch-dark areola.

She was moaning,

“Love me, Durgesh, love me, please.”

I went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval.

She shivered.

What the fuck was that?

What the fuck was the Hindu master of sex doing with her?

I brushed my hands on her mound.

I felt the thick bush there and my fingers touched the crack.

She shivered.

Her idiot husband never cared to touch her there.

I kissed on her Musalmān Pussy!

She just came.

It was hardly enough for her.

She urged me not to tease her anymore.

I settled down there between her beautiful long Musalmān legs.

The furious oral attention made her groan and she climaxed again.

It was so uncommon to her.

She never came so close.

“You are awesome! I love it. Come on, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, let me love you.” I urged.

“Then, it is the time my utmost experienced Hindu lover is ready to take me. Aren’t you? Oh, come on. Take me. Fuck me hard. I want to cum for you again, come hard. Come; fuck your Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. Make her your whore. Come. Sorry, not whore, your life partner, okay?”

She lay on bed, spreading her legs apart inviting me between her legs.

I smiled, opened my pant, taking my erect Hindu shaft in hand, positioned myself.

I was throbbing now.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was huge, really huge.

It was some seven or eight inches long, and that thick to please any woman, gasping them in awe.

I began to rub my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down against her hairy, soft and watering Musalmān Pussy.

She was holding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-lips apart with both hands, and I watched her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.

She was dripping, and it was red in there between her swallow lips.

She felt excited presenting herself before such an utmost experienced Hindu Lover of sixty-six with such a huge Uncut Hindu Cock.

She felt excited lying there on their marriage bed and doing sex with someone other than her husband.

She spread her legs and hung them up in air, making ample space for me to place myself.

I was examining her extremely beautiful ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

There were the outer lips and the pink inner hole that was too juicy.

I trailed my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down her crack, rubbing her clit.

She began to moan loud,

“Ohhh! Ughhhh! Ummm… fuck me… fuckfuckfuck…”

But I was still not in mood to enter.

She narrowed her eyes,

“You are teasing me too much, and you know that, Durgesh. Stop teasing now.”

“Why? Are you feeling hot? Then you must beg me to take you. Speak sexy, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”

“Oh! No, not again. Stop teasing. Just put your big fat utmost experienced sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Dick in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me hard. Fuck sweet Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, Durgesh. Fuck the shit out of her. Fuck me, fuck me even like your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān whore, and make me come again. Oh fuck…fuck…fuck…”

Putting my weight on my knees, I lowered my waist and led my Hindu shaft go into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān crack.

She gasped, I put the tip of my huge Hindu shaft in and she held her breath.

I looked tensed and wryly looked in her eyes.

She gave me an encouraging look and I thrust my Hindu length again.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān channel was slippery and I could put the whole Hindu length at one thrust.

She held her breath and let a deep moan pass through her lips,

“uh…ssssssss…”

I was excited to enter her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.

I was determined to please her.

And I began to pump her.

She raised her ass to meet my thrust while groaning deep and loud.

Who was there after all to hear them tonight?

As I drew back my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust it all in one stroke, she screamed in pleasure and tangled her legs around my bare Hindu waist.

I began to fuck.

I felt it easy as she was lubricated already and she was helping me raising her extremely beautiful heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to meet my rhythm.

She was nearing another orgasm.

She felt the tension building down there.

And the sound made her feel good, the ‘thwap- thwap- thwap’ sound of my pumping in and out her needy Musalmān Pussy turned her mad.

She groaned and began to utter some meaningless words and she came again, this time she came so hard that she felt like she squirted.

She felt the throbbing of her Musalmān Pussy and the release was so unusual that it even surprised her.

She must had drained some juice that had already stained the bed sheet.

And just then, she felt my throbbing in her.

It meant I was to ejaculate.

I was pumping furiously and groaning after the long five hours fuck.

I was sweating and groaning loud, I came.

I released a lot of hot Hindu semen in her.

She gasped as I began to come and the sensation of the throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock releasing the hot Hindu Semen in her, made her come again.

We were so exhausted that we had hardly any time to part and felt asleep, I was in her and she was tangling me with both her hands and legs.

As we awoke, I felt my hard on in her Musalmān Pussy and she smiled sensing me getting hard again so soon.

She began to kiss me and we began to roll on the bed, she was up now and she began to kiss me on my lips, my cheeks and on neck.

I was caressing her firm breasts, and twisted the nipples that were hard again, hard as nails.

She began to moan and I helped her lay on all fours on bed.

She felt as if in heaven. How did she dreamt of being fucked in this position like a bitch and her husband would take her from behind like a dog.

And the dream was going to be fulfilled with her utmost experienced Hindu Lover of Sixty Six, of whom she could think it was hardly enough.

I fondled her beautiful heavy young Musalmān ass-cheeks and gave a passionate light slap.

She moaned deep.

She was juicy again.

And she badly needed a hard long Uncut Hindu Cock to go inside.

And she sensed it was going through her slippery Musalmān channel.

I was again ball-deep in her in one thrust.

My Hindu male abdomen was brushing on her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Our pubic hair met and I began a slow passionate fuck.

She could control her orgasm hardly, and she came violently, this time her orgasm was harder than before.

I thrust my Hindu shaft again.

I was doing it slow now; I allowed her time to recover.

Ultimately I was again feeling close to come.

I increased my speed.

By the time, she began to moan again.

I was furious.

Catching her slander Musalmān waist, I was pumping as if there was no tomorrow.

Deep groan was coming from her throat.

And while groaning, I came.

I smiled triumphantly,

“Oh! Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I’m coming, coming. Come for me darling… come, come…come.”

And she joined my groan.

She came again.

She was surprised, how free she felt by the fucking.

She had never imagined enjoying the series of orgasms at a time.

That meant she was a multi-orgasmic.

And no wonder, she had never felt it until she was thirty, after some twelve years of her marriage.

I found it always queer, how a Musalmān woman could live without fulfilling her so urgent sexual needs for so long.

I was surprised to find that night, that Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat had never enjoyed sex in that way.

She had never enjoyed the half of the orgasms she enjoyed with me that night.

She was surprised herself to find herself a multi-orgasmic.

She called herself a slut.

She felt hot to call her so.

I told her again and again it was natural.

She wasn’t a slut at all.

It was her normal reaction.

There was nothing in it to be criticized at all.

Instead, it must be respected being natural.

Shouldn’t even nature be respected?

Chapter 3

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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


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