The Durgesh Obsession: 5

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The Durgesh Obsession

Durgesh

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Chapter 5

Durgesh Al Tayyabah Al İmrān
Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb

I still didn’t get the words out but my hand was not resisting her movements to use it to loosen the towel.

She let the towel drop to the floor.
Naked.
She put my right hand on her beautiful left Musalmān breast, encouraging my hand to move, massage and feel, helping the fingers to sense the touch of the nipple.
She could see my other hand wanting to join.
She picked it up and raised it to her other breast and left me alone for a few seconds to play.

“You already know, when a woman gets excited,” and here she put her hands over my right hand again and guided the fingers, “her nipples become bigger and more erect,” encouraging him to squeeze them, feel them, see if they would grow any more at your touch. It’s like when you are sexually aroused, your Uncut Hindu Lund stands up stiff. Correct?”
And here she unashamedly looked down at the ever present bulge in my towel,
“And for a woman it is her excellent ever erect proud Musalmān tits that stand up stiff.”

I was trying to work out if hers were any bigger or stiffer than when I’d first seen them down her dress,
“And another way you can tell if a woman is getting aroused, is when she is feeling quite moist down here,”
And she moved the hand down and guided my stiff Uncut Hindu Lund into her wet Musalmān pussy.
I instantly looked up into her eyes for confirmation that what I was feeling was something that was “quite moist.”

She said nothing and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund back and forth over her Musalmān clitoris,
“This is the clitoris. It is like a woman’s penis, and mmmmm it feels so good when you rub it with your Uncut Hindu Lund like that. Keep experiencing like that even with your unjust Musalmān friends’ unsatisfied Musalmān wives and you’ll be a very good lover, always utmost popular among us needy Musalmān houseladies. Mmm not so rough all the time. Mmmmm that’s better, you really can get a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman wet. You know, would it be ok, I mean you said before you didn’t mind, I mean can I, you know, hold your Uncut Hindu Lund with both hands?”

I said gravely, almost robotically, mind trapped in the middle of other passions,
“Yes. Sure. Certainly. You are always most welcome. You have already sucked it. What’s there to hesitate now? Go ahead, enjoy. It’s alright with me too, if it’s alright with you. You are the one to decide our relationship now, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān Bhābhījān,”

Girl-in-a-lolly-shop became girl-with-a-Eīdul Fitr-present and the wrapping around me was off in a flash.

She could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
I’d got brave enough to push it deepest.
She was looking down, admiring the view of my Uncut Hindu Lund visiting her Musalmān Choot.
The way her Musalmān Choot held it, she couldn’t help but think it looked like she was operating an oversize joystick.

She leant the joystick to the left, to the right, up till her hands touched the belly and down till she could feel the resistance of a stiff erection.
“You know, men like the feel of their Uncut Hindu Lund being stroked up and down,” I offered as advice.

“Oh do they?” half mocking and amused that I was saying it like she might not know.
She watched herself feel its firmness as she squeezed low on the base and pulled both hands up to the head; I’d got so close to cumming a few times earlier that a bead of precum was eased up the shaft.
She’d never been overly fond of the taste of cum, but precum was a different matter.
She’d sucked quite a few Uncut Hindu Lunds in her time until they exploded cum into her beautiful Musalmān mouth or on her face as she backed away – she just didn’t want to let them go if she thought there was another drop of precum.
She wasn’t sure if it was the sweetness or just that there was always such a limited amount.
It was like an exotic luxury, always served in excruciatingly small doses leaving you wanting more.
“Well, you know what I think; I think this has been up long enough now and that you need some help to make it go down. Lie on the bed.”

I lay down smiling, knowing it would take so many strokes to make me cum.
I could hold on and make it last.
I couldn’t believe it was true.
She was going to stroke me till I cum.

It wasn’t true.
She had no intention of stroking me till I came.

Morality, near death, had looked up through her one good dying eye and seen the precum and the look on Obsession’s face, and made a faint dying wish
“Please, don’t do that to me.”

Obsession kicked hard, a stiletto heel piercing an instant death through the heart of Morality,
“Don’t worry bitch, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān wants a bigger prize than that this time.”

She straddled me, guiding the fantasy of her life into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole until the full nine inches buried deep inside her.
That first intercourse lasted how long none of us remembered, neither cared to.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān fucked me wildly as if she would fuck me now in the same way till she exists.
I caressed her beautiful Musalmān buttocks, kept smiling and let Al Tayyabah Al İmrān fuck me nonstop madly.*

While all was addressed, Al Saåīd Al Wahāb felt bad that he would not be available for the weeks before I had to leave.
Hugs, tears, and tender Moments were spent prior to Al Saåīd Al Wahāb leaving.
Now it was Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and myself.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would act quickly to make me the man of the house.
Just thinking about me flooded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even to this day.

Al Saåīd Al Wahāb left early Friday morning, heading out by car to the new client.
During the day, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ran errands, got groceries, had a facial, and readied herself for the planned seduction later this evening.
Arriving home, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started my favorite light dinner, dressed in a very short floppy, flowing skirt, tub top, and began the dinner.
I arrived from a day out with my needy Musalmān houseladies.
I invited Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb to stay for dinner, letting Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb know my needy Musalmān houseladies had plans for right after dinner.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb agreed, no need to do something out of the norm.
The way my needy Musalmān houseladies reacted to me, I flirted from the get go.
Compliments flowed, I busied myself setting the table, standing close behind Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb to watch Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stir, poured a glass of good white wine, made conversation as I sat at the table and watched.
I grinned numerous times as my needy Musalmān houseladies made comments, even calling me a FILF indirectly.
I waved my hands frantically.
“My needy Musalmān houseladies, she knows that acronym,”
I laughed as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned bright red.

“Allah, Ms. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, we are sorry,” My needy Musalmān houseladies apologized.

We had a great dinner.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb even teased the young Musalmān houseladies about the change in their routines once their relationship with me began.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb addressed they would make their own decisions, and live with their own consequences of those decisions.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb commented about how hot my needy Musalmān houseladies would be, experiencing life, free from their not understanding Musalmān husbands as well.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb cautioned them, even shaking her finger at the young Musalmān houseladies in a mock stern Moment.
“Keep your pants zipped, until Durgesh is with you.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb instructed.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb excused herself, headed into the kitchen to grab some cake and ice cream.
Standing at the counter, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt a body saddle up against her backside, a hard unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund pressing softly against her extremely beautiful plump heavy perfect round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Glancing quickly over her shoulder, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb found my needy Musalmān houseladies, looking, hesitating, not quite sure what was going to happen next.
They were pushing me on Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.

“Durgesh’s needy Musalmān houseladies, are you thinking about me,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inquired, teasing me verbally. “Don’t do this, Durgesh’s needy Musalmān houseladies,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said sternly. “I’m flattered. Honestly, but I don’t think so sweetie,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped away, moving quickly around me to enter the dining room.
A minute passed, my needy Musalmān houseladies returned.
“We’ve got to run, Durgesh,” they stated looking directly at me.
“Call you tomorrow,” my needy Musalmān houseladies told me. “Thanks for dinner Ms. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” glancing her way, and they were out the door.

I looked at Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, my eyes searching for some explanation.
“Do you know what that was about,” I asked.

“I believe they made you a pass at me,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said softly. “I did not respond the way they hoped,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued, taking a long, slow bite of cake.
I smiled.

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I’m so sorry,” I said gravely, “They should not have done it. Sorry, they made my Hindu organ to invade your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān private parts.”

“Durgesh, I’m flattered actually,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb explained. “It’s just not expected or wanted,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb finished.

“I understand why they would make me a pass at you,” I stated. “My friends all think you are as hot as I am, myself.” I smiled.
“Really,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb drew the word out, contemplating her words. “I’m an old married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stated flatly.
“Not bad for an old married Musalmān woman,” I stated.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed my bowl, stood for an instant, and headed into the kitchen.
In that split instant, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb glanced at my Hindu crotch, finding my pants tented, pointing directly at Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb focused on my crotch, glanced quickly back at my face.
I noted her focus.
“Up for a movie tonight,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hollered over her shoulder.
“Sure, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, please excuse me for a moment,” I went to the washroom.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb made some popcorn to munch during the movie.
I soon returned.

As we retired to the media room, I brought a nice glass of wine, the popcorn, and a soda for Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb plopped down on the couch, snuggled into the cushions.
I started the movie, and sat down next to her as always.
Wiggling my shoulders, I expected a backrub, a normal interaction while watching movies.
The hero was a nice looking man, and the movie showed several sequences where he was shirtless, lifting weights, and sweaty.
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, do you think he is sexy,” I asked.
“Absolutely dear,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb responded, rubbing my back.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb let her nails trace little scratches over my skin.
I leaned back beside Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
Her hand dropped to her thigh, resting against my thigh as well.
With fingers bent, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb trailed her fingers back and forth over my leg, up and down my thigh to my shorts.
Nothing was said, we munched and watched the movie in silence.
In one sequence, the Hindu hero had a rather intense sex scene in the semi-darkness with an attractive Musalmān young lady.
During that Moment, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug her fingernails into my thigh, squeezing firmly as a twinge of lust crossed through her sex, making me groan.
as I imagined her position, imagined her impaling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on my rigid Unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund, and felt her hips wiggle as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would do in driving the rigid flesh deep into her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb groaned out loud.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb excused herself, ran to the bathroom embarrassed by her reactions in front of me.*

Upon returning, I had rewound the sequence, and started the movie again just prior to the sex scenes.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lay down on the couch, stretching out with her head on my thigh, also a common position we shred many many times in the past.
As the scene passed again, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb squeezed her legs together, and watched intently as the scene finished.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb caressed my thigh from mid thigh to my knee as I caressed her hair, neck, and shoulders.
To her surprise, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund under her head, on the inside of my thigh.
Hard, extending down my leg, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel my hard Hindu meat almost throbbing, flexing hard along side her beautiful ardent Musalmān head.
Her fingers traced high under her cheek, under my shorts, stretching to reach up my thigh, nails dragging over the sensitive skin.
She bumped into my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund head softly, covered by my boxers.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb moved against my Unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund head so softly, inadvertently, wanting to tease me, but not to acknowledge my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund.
“Eishān,” I whispered, just barely audible.
My hips arched upwards slightly.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pulled her hand back down, away from my rigid Unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt my hips relax as I sank back into the cushions.

My hand slid down her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, sliding quickly over her side, brushing the side of her tit.
My hand hesitated, waiting for her response to decide what to do next.
I moved my hand further down her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to her waist.
I caressed her abdomen, my fingers pointing down, sliding under the waistband of her shorts and panties.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb held her breath, sucking her stomach in.
My hand stopped movement, pulling out.
I rubbed her back for several minutes more as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb casually stroked my Hindu male thigh.
We did not speak, but watched the movie in silence.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb moved to sit up, placing her hand on my thigh.
Her ardent Musalmān fingers wrapped around the girth of my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund under my shorts as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pushed up.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb gave the slightest of squeezes, feeling the firmness, the softness of my flesh through my clothing.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb straightened her flowing skirt, raised her arm and looked at me.
“Your turn sweetie. Put your head on Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, your friend’s needy Musalmān wife,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stated.
I scrambled to lie down on the couch, putting my head high on her thigh.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stroked my hair softly as we watched the movie.
My hand rested on her lower thigh, in front of my face.
Durgesh caressed slowly, moving up and down her thigh. My fingers dipped deep over her thigh, reaching down to the inside of her thigh.
My fingers would stretch to trace my nails on her other thigh as her legs were close together.
Trailing fire, I would slide my fingers up her thigh, using my nails to rake the skin softly.
I would drive the fingers up past my head, just slightly under her skirt.
Each time I did this, the material of her skirt bunched upwards, exposing more thigh for me to feel and caress.
With each upward movement of my hand, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took a deep, slow breath, wanting me to push hard, to drive my hands into her crotch, to feel how damp her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was, to feel her engorged lips.
Her ardent Musalmān clit was protruding from between her lips, aching for my Hindu male touch.
But with each pass, I slowed, pulling my hand back down.
It got to be a game, in her mind, her hips almost arching, her thighs trying to spread, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot opening to capture my probing Hindu fingers.
In reality, her hand caressed down my torso with each caress from me.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dipped her fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts slightly, nails teasing my Uncut Hindu Lund so slightly.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb moved to my hip, pulling hard on my hip bone, sliding her fingerstips into the crevice between the hip bone and abdomen as I slid my hand up her thighs.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would scratch me as I pulled my hand back, making sure I knew the effect I was giving Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, my friend’s needy Musalmān wife.
The movie progressed slowly, but our time raced. The movie ended far too quickly.
“Time for bed Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told me.*

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was tired.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was horny.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed to cum.
“Ah Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” whined I.
I made no effort to move, caressing her thigh again.
“You smell good, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I quipped, turning to kiss her bare thigh as I pushed myself up to a sitting position.
Her mind raced.
Her musky smell?
Her perfume?
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb panicked, moving to stand quickly.
“Night honey,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said, leaning to me.

I jumped up, pulling Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb close, wrapping my arms firmly around her shoulders, mashing her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body against mine.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel my Hindu hardness pressing against her Musalmān abdomen, rigid, standing up under my shorts.
Wrapping her arms around my waist, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pulled my body tighter against her, wiggling her shoulders, driving her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body tight against me, pressing my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund hard against her body.
Without thinking, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned to me, pulled my head down to her, her extremely beautiful utmost lovely utmost attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth brushing my Hindu male lips quickly.
“’Night, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb whispered, pushing back away from me.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned, bent at the waist to grab her slippers, exposing her long legs as her skirt road up her thighs, and moved to the door as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb headed upstairs.
Turning to look, I was stroking my crotch through my shorts.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb moved quickly up the stairs to her room.*

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could hardly breathe.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot had flooded!
Her brain was cursing herself, begging her to go rape Durgesh, to grab my swollen Hindu member, to suck my magnificent Unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund head into her extremely beautiful utmost lovely utmost attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Drive her tongue into my monsters eye, to lick the Hindu precum from my tool, to jam my Hindu manhood down her Musalmān throat.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to grab me by the hair, to pull my face into her wet slit, driving my mouth onto her clit.
Oh fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to wash my face in her flowing juices.
Her hand reached into her wet crotch, her panties were soaked.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb jammed a finger between her lips, thrust across her engorged clit, mashing her back and forth quickly.
Her knees buckled.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned to sit on her bed, her hand pumping back and forth across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her finger thrashing her clit.
Closing her eyes tightly, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pictured me, on my knees, my head firmly attached to her lips, my Uncut Hindu Lund thrusting in and out of her wet Musalmān hole.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb attacked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with both hands, pulling her lips wide open, mashing her clit hard, and thrashing it back and forth fast.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb probed her wet hole, sticking her fingers deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, driving two as deep as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could penetrate her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and flick her clit at the same time.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lay back on the bed.
“Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb whispered. “Fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, your friend’s needy Musalmān wife, dear,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb growled, “They say if you know someone needs you, you always do the needful.”

Closing her eyes, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pictured me between her legs, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips wrapped softly around my Uncut Hindu Lund as I fucked her deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My hands firmly holding her, my Uncut Hindu Lund fucking the sensitive Musalmān flesh back and forth hard, fast.
“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb growled as her orgasm approached. “Fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, your friend’s needy Musalmān wife,”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb breathed audibly.
Her first orgasm washed over her, consuming her mind, all thought gone, a purely sexual satisfaction warming her insides, radiating from her sex and spreading out through her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Her breathing stopped, her hips arched, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbed.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued to flick her clit hard, slowing only to allow a breath to be inhaled.
As Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb held the next breath, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb again thrashed her swollen clit, faster, harder than before. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ached.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed to cum again.
Seconds passed, a second orgasm washed over her, raising the bar, flooding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with more juices.
Her fingers penetrated her slick cunt quickly, driving two deep as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued the assault on her clit.
Her breathing was now ragged, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was gasping for a breath as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thrust her fingers in and out of her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund.
“Allah! Oh fuck,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grunted as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb slammed her fingers deep into her swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb squeezed her legs together, grinding her fingers deep, feeling them press against her hard clit once again.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pinched her clit hard, tugging, pulling on the sensitive flesh.
Seconds more, a third orgasm pounded through her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, causing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to throb uncontrollably.
“Oh fuck, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb whispered loudly. “Fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, your friend’s needy Musalmān wife,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pumped her fingers in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb rolled to her stomach, raising her extremely beautiful plump heavy perfect round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the air, forcing her hands deep into her crotch.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb humped up and down her fingers and hands as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thrashed her screaming Musalmān cunt.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb screamed into the pillow.*

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb did not know how long Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thrashed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but her hands, wrists, and bed were soaked from her flooding vaginal Musalmān juices.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never fucked herself so thoroughly.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ached, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed to be pounded by me immensely.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed a good, hard fucking by myself.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed me.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed me to fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, my friend’s needy Musalmān wife.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body screamed for my unique legendary utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Unut Hindu Lund.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot took control of her thoughts.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stripped her clothes from her ever excellent extremely beautiful plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb slinked over to her door, cracked it open, putting her ear to the crack, listening.
No sounds.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb tiptoed down the hall, standing outside my door.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb listened in the darkness.
Nothing!
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb massaged her throbbing Musalmān cunt, rubbing the clit softly, stroking the length of her slit.
She didn’t know how Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb expected to hear anything.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was screaming so loud in her head.
“Beg Durgesh to fuck you, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”
“Beg Durgesh to fuck you, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”
“Beg Durgesh to fuck you, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, you idiot,”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb held her breath, turning the handle to my room.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pushed the door open a couple of inches, listening in the darkness.
I was not snoring, but the room was dark.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb listened closer, trying to hear movement of any kind.
Maybe I was fucking someone, thinking of Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, my friend’s needy Musalmān wife.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb betted Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb crossed my mind.
Did I want to fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb?

Chapter 6
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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 Durgesh Obsession: 4

Posted: June 15, 2014 | Author: | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Durgesh Obsession

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 4

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb
Durgesh Al Tayyabah Al İmrān
Al Saåīd Al Wahāb
Durgesh Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah

Al Saåīd Al Wahāb had a large contract arise out of state.
It required him to spend the next 8-weeks at minimum 1500 miles away.
While all was addressed, he felt bad that he would not be available for the weeks before I had to leave.
“Sorry, Durgesh, I know you come here for me, yet…”
“Hey, Sālé Miyān, Al Saåīd Al Wahāb, you are quite mistaken. I never came here for you. Actually your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are so beautiful that being a Hindu I can never resist their exquisite feminine charms.”
Al Saåīd Al Wahāb’s eyes were suddenly full of immense gratitude, immense indebtedness and consequent tears.
“Please, take care of them. They are crazy for you. The ever rotten Western Culture has rotted their character worst. Those who are unmarried, hate immensely to marry anyone. Those who are married want to cuckold their ever moral Musalmān husbands to themselves and you. Every Musalmān family is suffering from this worst family sex crisis now. Our Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womankind hate even to listen to us.”
He hugged me helplessly, put his helpless head on my shoulder as if he wasn’t a grown up man at all, a child instead, and wept.
“Take it easy.” I assured him, patting him on his back, “I am here. You have called me for them. Forget them now. This was never your field. You are ever so pious that even at our earliest childhood when you found your elder sister lost her head to seduce you you rushed to me to help you.”
“It was entirely Ammī’s fault. Bājī saw Ammījān straddling on you shamelessly, entirely nude, and fucking you fiercely.”
“Al Saåīd Al Wahāb, I always differed with you in the matter. We both were eighteen then. Your Ammī was thirty six only. Your Abbū never understood her. He was too busy in his business, in making money, visting abroad every now and then for months even…”
“You always favor my Ammī, Durgesh, but I could never understand why you? You were half her age, as if a son to her yourself.”
“Al Saåīd Al Wahāb,” I said cruelly, “Your over devotion to piety and sanctity had never allowed you to understand the cold and hard cruel facts of life. Your Ammī was suffering from immense depression. Your Abbū had neglected her so much that she thought she wasn’t beautiful at all. I found her trying to commit suicide.”
“I know. You have told me that always, but why Durgesh, why? Even if Abbū was neglecting her she could have divorced him. Couldn’t she?”
“In that case, she had to leave her children too. It’s not as easy practically as you think it’s rationally.”
“Consequently Ammī undressed herself, undressed you and straddled you fucking you madly while you were as if her son yourself?”*

I slapped Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah.
I hadn’t another option to bring her to her senses.
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah was dumbfounded.
She couldn’t believe I could even slap her ever.
I was her son’s, Al Saåīd Al Wahāb’s friend, as if a son to her myself.
“You…you slapped me?” Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah was startled.
“Yes, I slapped you.” I said to her curtly, “That’s what you needed now.”
“How dare you? You…”
“I’ll slap you more if you don’t come to your senses. What the hell were you doing? Killng yourself?”
“Durgesh, my son, you can’t understand. Leave me alone, plase.”
“I won’t. You are vulnerable now. You aren’t to be left alone.”
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah laughed ironically.
“Don’t try to act as my husband. You are my son’s friend only.”
“If it needs me to be your husband to protect you from yourself, well, let me be your husband as well.”
“What? Are you crazy? You would be my husband? You Just Eighteen Just Adult Hindu friend of my stupid son, you would be my husband? Do you even know what you have to do for it? Can you give me what a husband gives to his wife? I need it badly. My never understanding Musalmān husband has gone abroad once again even without touching me. I’m burning like hell between my legs. Oh, what’s the use? Get out. Leave me alone. You can’t understand even.”
“I do understand.” I said gravely.
“What?”
“Divorce him.”
“And leave my children forever? Can I survive without my children ever? And it’s not easy for a mother of six children to get another competent husband at her thirty six.”
“Well, you never look thirty six, neither a mother of six children.”
“Durgesh, don’t flatter me, I say. Leave me alone. I know what I look like.”
“What you look like?”
“I look like hell. Horrible.”
“Who the hell told you it?”
“My own husband. Need any more evidence of my further incompetence as a married woman? Now, get out.”
“Ammī, please,”
“Yes, that’s what I am. An Ammī. An Ammī of six children, the eldest being eighteen. Not a beautiful woman anymore.”
“Nonsense,”
“Durgesh, you are flattering me, but I know my true state. My own husband has shown me the mirror.”
“The hell he did.”
“Let me die, Durgesh, please. I can’t bear it anymore. He didn’t even touch me since two complete years. I need it very much. You can’t understand.”
“But I do.”
“Durgesh,”
“Your husband is a liar and impotent. If not previously impotent, he is now. You are still stunning, a dazzling Musalmān houselady. Even…even I’m crazy for you.”
“What?” Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah couldn’t believe it.
Suddenly Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah realized she was still in my adult masculine arms.
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah realized once again that I had an immense erection for her.
It was trying to penetrate her already between her still burning legs.
And Allah, what a penis I had!
It was far bigger, far thicker and far stronger than that of her never interested Musalmān husband.
Was she crazy to believe her ever unjust husband?
Why not let Durgesh fuck her, if Durgesh is so erect for her?
But Durgesh is a Hindu.
Hell, let him.
But Durgesh is even her son’s friend.
So what?
He is himself erect for her.
Isn’t he?
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah suddenly felt immensely proud of her dazzling Musalmān beauty.
Her husband was certainly a liar, damn fool and impotent.
Even a Just Eighteen Just Adult Hindu young man is immensely erect for her.
Okay, Durgesh, you win.
I am ravenous.
You want to change our relationship into a Hindu husband and Musalmān wife?
Not a son and Ammī anymore?
Okay.
Fuck me you Hindu young man, as much as you want to.
Allah, you’ve already cupped my heavy Musalmān buttocks in your Hindu male palms.
You forgot you call me ‘Ammī’.
“Leave me,” Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah whispered, “I won’t suicide now.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Say ‘I promise you, Durgesh, my new young Hindu husband from now on’.” I smiled sweetly into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes.
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah couldn’t believe her own ears.*

Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah had just gotten back from work and wanted to change out of her city clothes before we left.
She was tired and moving a bit slowly.
Teenagers are well known to inhabit an alternate dimension where different rules on the passage of time apply.

After pacing downstairs for several eternal minutes I called out crankily,
“C’mon, Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah, we’re gonna be late!”

Her voice floated down to me, patient as always, “Just a couple minutes, sweetie – I’m almost ready.”

I don’t know what possessed me at that Moment, but Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah’s answer wasn’t satisfactory.
I clomped up the stairs and barged into her bedroom.

Her bare back was turned to me and she was only wearing a pair of plain, high-waisted, pale blue cotton panties.
Her skin was alabaster, without a single blemish and her rounded Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān buttocks were simple perfection, smoothly contoured and flawlessly curved.
The elastic leg holes of her briefs were snugged right into the crease where the back of her thighs met her buttocks, seeming almost to lift and display her excellent Musalmān bottom.

All of this registered in the split second before she began to turn in surprise, a vision tattooed into my memory with a hot needle, dipped in the darkest of inks.
As she turned, reflexively bringing her arms up to cover her breasts, one hand lagged by the slightest of Moments and I saw her nipple.

It was a rosy peak, rising out from the flesh of her breast not like a nubbin, but more of a pink, Hershey’s kiss, ever so slightly larger.
To my eye it was as her back and behind, free of any imperfection.

By the time she finished turning, I smiled.
I wasn’t blushing at all.
Why the hell should have I?
I had saved her life.
Hadn’t I?
Now Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah was mine.
Only mine.
Not even her bloody Musalmān husband’s that left her to commit suicide.
A lot of my blood was rushing somewhere between my legs, very quickly.

It was a good thing that my jersey wasn’t tucked in at the time, as I was suddenly sporting, the strongest, most tingly woodie ever.

Eyes flashing, Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah held her arms tight against herself, not realizing how the pressure of her self-embrace pushed her excellent Musalmān breasts upwards, inadvertently emphasizing her immensely attractive Musalmān cleavage.

My Uncut Hindu Dick got harder.
“Allah, Durgesh!” she shouted in anger. “Don’t you ever knock? How dare you barge into my room like this?”
“Sālī, you forget you are my wife now and I’m your new husband that saved you from committing suicide, Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah,” I smiled bravely.
She fell from her seventh sky at once.
Allah, is the Just Eighteen Just Adult Hindu boy really serious?

“Standing here staring at me is NOT going to speed this process up, young man,” she said acidly. “Now, git!”
Instead of going out, I walked confidently to her.
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah could not believe my audacity.
“Stop!” Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah shouted once more.
I winked at her, took her in my arms once more and kissed her on her lips fiercely.
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah was dumbfounded.
I caressed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān buttocks.
“I’m your husband now, learn to respect me. Understand?”
“L…l…leave me, you brute,”
“Take my Uncut Hindu Lund in your hand as you did when I saved you from committing suicide.”
“That was a mistake, I say.”
“You played with my Uncut Hindu Lund yourself. I never requested you.”
“Yes, but that was a mistake, Durgesh.”
“You kissed my Uncut Hindu Lund yourself, lickd it and sucked. Didn’t you?”
“Sorry, I needed then it very much. Please forgive me.”
“You undressed me. You undressed yourself. We both were nude. You made me to lie on my back, straddled me and fucked me madly for more than one month even. It was a mistake?”
“Yes, I was vulnerable. I was suffering from immense depression. You offered me what I needed then utmost. I surrendered to my animal lust. I wasn’t in my senses. Plase, forget it. That’s not possible again. I thank you for your kindness and cooperation then. But that’s it. We’ll never repeat it.”
“I need you now, Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah.”
“Durgesh,”
“Take it in your hand. See yourself how much I need you now.”
“It isn’t possible, I say.”
I suddenly turned and marched fiercely to the door.
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah rushed after me.
“Durgesh, please, try to understand.”
“Forget me.” I said gravely, “I’m sorry that I wanted you to cooperate with me now, as I did with you.”
Al Taqaddus Al Zohrah grabbed me.
“Listen to me, please!”
“I need relief very much from the sexual tension between us. I gave you what you needed and expected the same in return.”
“Durgesh,”
“Let me seek it elsewhere.”*

I’d been trying to get adventurous with my hands, rubbing her sides, under the arms.
My fingers were audacious to go over the top of the shoulders.
Every time I got to feel just the start of the swelling of her excellent Musalmān breasts, my boldness never defeated me.
Yet it was my moral that I always returned to safe territory.
However, her comments of not minding and expecting to bump occasionally, did embolden me more and I moved in closer.
I ‘accidentally’ rested the shaft of my Uncut Hindu Lund in the beautiful enticing Musalmān crevice as long as I needed to test her – perhaps a second or two at the most.
“Mmm that feels so good. Your resting it there, I mean. Now let me do you and I’m out of here.”
And she turned around.
We took in each other’s frontal nakedness for just a brief Moment.
I gravely enjoyed the sight of her first pussy hair.
She was trying to be as nonchalant as possible and hide her girl-in-a-lolly-shop look at the most magnificent Uncut Hindu Lund she had ever dreamed of seeing.

As matter-of-factly as possible, she said,
“You have a nice member. You should be proud of it. However, now stop waving it at me and turn around. I’ll show you what a good back scrub feels like.”

I cooperated.
And smiled at the way she’d spoken when she saw my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Somehow it helped ease the tension between us.
For a split second I even forgot my raging sexual thoughts.
Only for a split second, however.
By the time she’d started on my back, I was remembering the comment the way I would remember it when I was alone with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“You have a nice member, you should be proud of it, let’s fuck.”

Meanwhile, Curiosity was listening intently to Obsession.
That sure was a fantastic Uncut Hindu Lund wasn’t it?
It was worth the wait.
You wouldn’t have known what to do with that unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund when you were dreaming of it as a girl.
It looked soooo stiff, she thought the weight of it would make it hang out.
But it just went straight up.
I was as hard as Al Tayyabah Al İmrān wondered how heavy it felt.
Hindus are excellent in sex always.
And Durgesh is the best.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed even the recent Indian democratic political revolution that Hindutv came into power, first time in Independent India, was too a phenomenon of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Revolution.
Durgesh’s Musalmān houseladies Brigade did it.
“Nonsense, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” Al Tayyabah Al İmrān couldn’t resist to contradict it, “You mean we Musalmān houseladies fucked Durgesh, and brought Hindutv in power?”
“Durgesh contradicts me?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, triumphantly.
“I myself too. It’s absolutely incredible.”
“You aren’t aware of the power of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot. What do you think my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, opened Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Clubs everywhere for?”*

I felt the soapy pad roam briefly over my hips.
I didn’t think of doing that to her.
I wasn’t obsessed to Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān was obsessed to me.
Or, at least it was what I thought then.
I felt her soapy hands come around my front, over my stomach and then up over my chest.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān even touched my Uncut Hindu Penis, even grabbed it as if she did it accidentally, unknowingly.
I smiled.
I knew it was neither accidentally nor unknowingly.
She did it deliberately, determinedly, immensely aware of what she was doing, and enjoying it very much.
I felt she was even teasing me, compelling me to lose my senses and fuck her on the spot wildly.
Why the hell otherwise Al Tayyabah Al İmrān kept doing it accidentally repeatedly for almost half an hour?
Accidents don’t happen that way, that long, that many times.
And then, after it, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān did more.
She brushed her red crimson vibrant quivering beautiful Musalmān lips on my Uncut Hindu Penis, its head, in the same way, accidentally, unknowingly, repeatedly inviting me expressly as if.
In between the accidents, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān even licked and swallowed my Uncut Hindu Penis into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Sorry,” Al Tayyabah Al İmrān smiled teasing me, “It slipped accidentally into my mouth and for a moment, I forgot you aren’t my husband.”
“It’s alright,” I smiled sweetly too, “never mind. You are most welcome.”
“No objection?”
“None whatsoever. Suck it as much as you want to.”
“You mean it?” Al Tayyabah Al İmrān asked incredibly.
“I mean it.”
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān suddenly attacked my Uncut Hindu Penis with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth ravenously.
And then she sucked me hungrily for almost one complete hour.
I smiled and winked at her.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān went wilder and sucked me more ravenously.
She did it until I exploded into her beautiful Musalmān mouth ultimately.
She thanked me with her eyes silently and swallowed my entire Hindu cum.
She hugged herself close as she did this.
I could feel her pubic hairs touching my hips – and she said,
“So, how was that, best back rub you ever had”?

“Oooh yeah, it was great, thanks.” Not wanting it to ever ever stop.
Yet I knew very well it takes courage to make fantasies a reality.
“I’ll leave it to you to wash this part, then we’ll dry off and I’ll make us breakfast.”
As she was saying that, she was moving one hand down my body.
When she said the words “this part” she cupped a hand round – well not quite all the way round – the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She measured off every inch as the hand slipped up to the tip and off the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Ok, that’s it, turn around and rinse the soap off your back, finish washing yourself. C’mon don’t dilly dally, I’m getting hungry.”

I hadn’t turned quickly.
However, at her request I turned.
She was soaping herself, hands over her nipples then between her legs.
“It’s rude to stare, c’mon, get out, you’re done, let me under the tap so Al Tayyabah Al İmrān can rinse off.”

I was watching her while I dried.
I started padding my Uncut Hindu Lund dry, cautious that if I gripped at it and toweled vigorously, it would explode with the cum I felt so desperately building inside me again.
She was out while I was finishing off my legs.

She joked,
“My goodness, that thing never went down. Did it? It must be stuck in that position.”

I’d finished and was reaching for her body with my towel,
“Do you want me to dry your back, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, my friend’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife?”

She saw through the ruse and knew my hands would quickly be drying some front bits as well.
She’d got her hands on what she’d set out to do in the shower,
“No, it’s ok honey, I’m done now, c’mon let’s go eat.”
She wrapped the towel around herself and headed out the door.
I wrapped up too and followed.

Walking down the hall together we reached the door of her bedroom first.
She was about to open her door when Morality struggled to push the pillow off her face and gloated,
‘Ahhh, her Curiosity is satisfied now, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān had seen and touched and felt my huge Uncut Hindu Lund, even licked swallowed and sucked as much as she wanted to, and there is no harm done.”

Obsession was furious.
“You sanctimonious hypocrite Musalmān bitch, how dare you get all high and mighty? Wasn’t it you only a couple of days ago saying that I was just curious too and that it would be good for my normalcy if I got to touch nipples? And now you go and touch Durgesh up all over the place and say no to him at the end, when you know he wanted to be the one doing the touching. Get what you want but don’t worry about others, that’s Morality for you.”

She dropped her hand from the door knob and followed in behind me as I was about to close my own door behind me.

“Honey, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān just wanted to say I’m sorry for doing that in there.”

“Umm it’s ok, never mind,” I smiled affably.

“I mean for teasing you. I touched your penis with my hands and Al Tayyabah Al İmrān shouldn’t have done that. You’re a grown man. Your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, should have respected that and not touched you. A man should consent to that sort of touching. To be honest with you, I touched you on purpose, because Al Tayyabah Al İmrān was curious. You have a very immensely handsome tremendously attractive Uncut Hindu Lund, err penis, it is the very nicest Al Tayyabah Al İmrān has ever seen. You really are very well endowed. You know how to use it. You make a lot of Musalmān girls very very happy indeed. I’m a bit embarrassed to say it was a dream of mine to have a lover with an Uncut Hindu Lund so nice, and I guess when Al Tayyabah Al İmrān saw yours in the shower, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān was a bit too curious. I’m sorry.”

“Um it’s ok, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, my friend’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife. Really, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, I didn’t mind, I would have consented. I was kinda curious too, you know, to know what it felt like being touched by you. So, um, thanks.”

Morality was shuffling out of bed, buoyed by a miracle cure, sneering at Obsession,
“Ha ha, take that, ‘I told him the truth and everything is cleared up’? You were wrong, it wasn’t just him. You have satisfied a curiosity. Now, you can go back to normal and no real harm done.”

Obsession couldn’t take it any more and kicked Morality to the ground.
Really sinking the boot in this time, stomping stiletto heels into the face of Morality; and taking it gently by the hand,
“You are so sweet to say that. I knew you have been with countless women. When I touched you, your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, wondered if you were curious too. I thought maybe you were curious to touch me too, because your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, saw you peek at her excellent Musalmān breasts once, but when you didn’t try to touch me, well, that’s why Al Tayyabah Al İmrān only touched you quickly with one hand. When your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, was a girl I really wanted to hold such a nice one in both hands, but when you never tried to touch me I knew it wasn’t fair if your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, was the only one being curious to touch. But I’m so glad you said you didn’t mind, you are so sweet.”

She was screaming at her impenetrable shyness wanting to break free and say something, but the ideas spinning in her head were just too many and all she could do was look at her two hands warmly holding me.

“You know, if you were curious to know what my breasts feel like, you can if you want, it would only be fair after what your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, did to you. Really, your Bhābhījān, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, won’t mind. It would make us even,”
And she pulled my hand toward where the towel was tucked in her cleavage,
“Do you want to try?”

Chapter 5
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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 Durgesh Obsession: 3

Posted: June 15, 2014 | Author: | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimat | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Durgesh Obsession

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 3

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb
Durgesh Al Shahlah Al Nazīr
Durgesh Al Tayyabah Al İmrān

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.
Somehow!
Yet how the hell?
Damn it.

And luck fell her way.
Luck?
Nonsense!
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.”

Chapter 4
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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