Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat:4

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

<a Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv

Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Early in our Live in relationship, Prabhā Shuklā and I both had good jobs and no kids, so we had money to spare.

We bought a big house out in the sticks and gave lots of parties.

The Brāhmañs criticized Prabhā Shuklā very much that she lived in relationship with a Dalit ultimately.

Prabhā Shuklā laughed.

“I live in relationship with a Bachhalyā. Durgesh is a Bachhalyā and the original husband of us all the Brahmkanyās and the Brahmāñīs even. We the Brahmkanyās, and the Brahmāñīs even; are made for Durgesh only, and for no one else.”

Narottam Trivedī could not bear it any more.

His own younger sister Prabhā Trivedī was also living in relationship with this Bachhalyā, Durgesh, the Muslimātramañ.

“I’m unable to understand why the extremely beautiful Brahmkanyās, and the extremely beautiful Brahmāñīs even, crave for this dirty dalit Bachhalyā. He doesn’t love them. He is obsessed with fucking the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.”

Prabhā Trivedī looked contemptuously at his elder communal Brāhmañ brother.

Sixty four years of the Independence of India even, could not change some Communals.

The Musalmīn were top of them, but the Brāhmañs were also not far behind.

Narottam Trivedī always disliked the Brahmkanyās marrying the Bachhalyās while it was the prevalent trend now.

The Brahmkanyās were fighting bitterly with the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties to have Bachhalyās as their husbands.

If it was not possible, the Brahmkanyās were living with the Bachhalyās even in Live in relationships, in a large number now.

After one particular sexy night, the two of us ended up at the end of the evening sprawled on the floor with our nude bodies in front of the fire.

The only other person left was one of her friends from University.

Umā Dīxit was a stunner.

Prabhā Shuklā had only renewed contact when she tracked her down for the wedding.

She was delighted to find she had recently moved back to her hometown.

It seemed that at University the pair was real hell-raisers.

I could believe that seeing Umā Dīxit in action.

Almost six feet tall before she put on her spike heels, she had the figure of a gymnast, well muscled with tight Dīxit Brāhmañ buttocks, flat stomach and pert Brāhmañ breasts.

She knew she looked good and dressed to show it.

On that night, she was in a very tight short skirt and a low cut blouse.

I could see through the loose fabric and knew Umā Dīxit had no bra.

Almost every time I saw her, she had on equally provocative clothing, which covered but hid nothing.

Watching her dance was quite an experience.

Dancing with her was unforgettable.

More than once she had pulled me up to dance and left, me exhausted by her sheer Dīxit Brāhmañ energy and aroused by her sensual Dīxit Brāhmañ grace.

I have seen other Bachhalyās quickly excuse themselves from a dance so that they could adjust their clothing to hide highly visible Bachhalyā erections.

Umā Dīxit of course knew exactly what she was doing and took great delight in the effect she had.

She had to win a Bachhalyā for her from the extremely sexy Musalmān Beauties.

It was not a joke.

Brother Narottam Trivedī was a foolish man.

Most of the Brāhmañs were not far better than Musalmīn even.

They thought their being Brāhmañs was more than enough.

They must be respected by every non Brāhmañ.

Nonsense.

As Musalmīn were idiots, so were the Brāhmañs too.

Actually, most of the Savarñs were the same.

Only the Shūdrs were progressing now fast.

It was natural therefore that the Savarñās were after the laborious, intelligent, practical and progressive Shūdrs.

Prabhā Trivedī had belligerently announced,

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’

Only Savarñā wife, none else, is constituted for a Shūdr.’

—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was furious,

“What nonsense, Prabhā Dīdī? We won’t allow it on any cost.”

“Are you crazy, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? We Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs and Savarñās are delivering you Musalmān Beauties all the Brāhmañs, all the Xatriýs and all the Vaishýs expressly arranged beautifully on diamond plates. Take all of them, educated, intelligent and sophisticated.”

“Educated, intelligent and sophisticated, my foot.” Kħadījah Muħammad was also furious, “Prabhā Trivedī, Don’t try to play games with us Musalmān Beauties. Your damned diamonds plates don’t include Durgesh and the Bachhalyās.”

“Well, both of them are originally made for us Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even. You can go through our history ab initio.” Prabhā Trivedī smiled innocently.

“And what about the rest of the Hindus?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked sarcastically.

“You mean Shūdrs? Well,

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’

Only Savarñā wife, none else, is constituted for a Shūdr.’

—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157”

Prabhā Trivedī winked at them cunningly.

“Prabhā Dīdī!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gritted her teeth, “it won’t be so easy as you think. Okay, we’d war with you on the battle field.”

“You are forgetting the Shūdr Kanyās and the Shūdrāñīs.” Prabhā Trivedī kept on smiling, “You have already to accommodate or fight with them for Brāhmañs and Savarñs Live in relationship Partners. According to Manu Smr’ti, actually they have to marry the Shūdr Kanyās and the Shūdrāñīs too. ”

“The hell with your Manu Smr’ti.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouted, “Did you hear, Prabhā Trivedī Dīdī?”

Prabhā Trivedī laughed triumphantly.***

Pāndu Karosiā knew very well that even though Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī were Communist Brāhmañs, the traditional Brāhmañs still believed it was their humiliation.

They were so Communals.

He was always prepared for the bad news that Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Joshī could leave him anytime to join my bed.

Durgesh would never do that for traditional Brāhmañs.” Madrī Chatterjī smiled to Pāndu Karosiā.

Durgesh can do anything to keep the self dignity of his Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partners.”

“They have nothing to do with us.”Kuntī Pandit also seconded Madrī Chatterjī.

“Yes, they do.”Pāndu Karosiā said, “I’m surprised why Durgesh hasn’t done something degrading to us already. You have given three sons to me, Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī has given me two sons. While I had to change my 1008 Brāhmañ secretaries how many times, I can’t even recall it.”

Kuntī Pandit smiled.

“Because Durgesh had fucked them?”

“Without any exception. He thinks I’m a bad guy and I don’t deserve any woman companion whether Brāhmañ or else.”

“Why do you want Brāhmañ women as your sex partners?”Madrī Chatterjī teased him, “To satisfy your communal sexual lust?”

“Why shouldn’t I? The Brāhmañs have always humiliated us sweepers.”

“Well, you are not sweeper now. You are Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Indrprasth Creations.”

“But our forefathers were really sweepers once.”

“What difference does it make?”

Pāndu Karosiā couldn’t answer it rationally.

Arjun Karosiā could not believe his ears.

Brahm Pānchāl Creations had announced Swayamvar of Draupadī Pandit ultimately.

Draupadī Pandit was extraordinary beautiful.

They said Draupadī Pandit already had her sexual relations with me.

Yet, still the Swayamvar was announced.

“Mom,” Arjun Karosiā asked his mother, Kuntī Pandit, “You said you’ve watched your niece, Draupadī Pandit, fucking Durgesh herself.”

“Yes, so what?”Kuntī Pandit smiled, “Durgesh was fucking me when she suddenly entered my bedroom.”

Arjun Karosiā had, as if fallen from sky.

“What? Durgesh was… Durgesh was fucking youuuu?”

“Yes, me and Madrī Chatterjī both, simultaneously.”

“So,…so dad is mistaken that Durgesh hasn’t done anything mischievous with you and Madrī Joshī Mom?”

Kuntī Pandit laughed.

“Arjun Karosiā, my dear boy, act your age. You are twenty eight already. Durgesh fucked us after our marriage with your dad, even before our Suhāg Rāt, our Golden Night, with your dad.”

“Hey Paramātmā.”

Kuntī Pandit smiled triumphantly,

“We both are extremely beautiful and Durgesh couldn’t afford not to fuck us.”

“Hey Prabhu.”

“Why are you so surprised? Doesn’t our Brāhmañ beauty deserve Durgesh’s lovemaking with us?”

Arjun Karosiā was surprised to find that his Communist Brāhmañ mother was hurt somewhat finding her own son was not paying optimum tribute to her exquisite excellent Brāhmañ beauty.

Arjun Karosiā immediately controlled himself.

He was trying to see his Communist Brāhmañ mother in her true light, perhaps for the first time.

How different she was from other traditional Brāhmañs.

Yes, even traditional Brāhmañ ladies did not speak truth always to their husband.

Yet, cheating their husband was not so normal for them, as it was normal for Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī.

Had Communism elevated their character from other normal traditional Brāhmañ ladies?

Arjun Karosiā did not think so.

Kuntī Pandit was proud of the fact that Durgesh fucked both of them and their husband Pāndu Karosiā didn’t believe it.

He still thought they were his loyal Communist Brāhmañ wives.

Loyal?

My foot, Arjun Karosiā thought.***

Other Brāhmañ Wives and Brāhmañ girlfriends were less happy, although some were amused by their Bachhalyā partner’s discomfort, especially those dragged from the room a few minutes later for a robust quickie in a quiet corner.

Others saw her, and frequently described her, as a lowlife tramp.

Such people were not invited to our parties again if Prabhā Shuklā had anything to do with it.

At work, she had a similar impact, although she wasn’t quite so outrageously dressed.

Normally she wore a trouser suit.

Had you seen it on a hanger, it would have looked suitable for a Bachhalyā, but once she was wearing it, any thought of masculinity, other than your own, vanished.

The jacket would emphasize her slim waist then flare out over her broad Brāhmañ buttocks.

It was almost always cut short, emphasizing her hard firm Shuklā Brāhmañ backside, each cheek clearly defined by tight fitting trousers.

Typically she wore the jacket buttoned, fastening just below her Brāhmañ breasts.

I could never see a bra, but somehow the Brāhmañ breasts would be uplifted, making them even more magnificent, with a deep cleavage.

Meeting her for coffee in town was always fun.

When she walked in, my eyes would follow her across the room as if magnetized and not a few Brāhmañ Beauties too.

She simply oozed her Shuklā Brāhmañ sexuality for me from her every Shuklā Brāhmañ pore.

Prabhā Shuklā knew it but would blithely ignore all the looks and stride over to me, bending forward to hold my head in one hand before kissing me on my Bachhalyā lips, flashing her Shuklā Brāhmañ cleavage at me as if by accident, but we both knew better.

I could feel every eye on me then, radiating sheer jealousy and hatred from Communal Brāhmañs  that I, a Bachhalyā, was the one with her, the one she touched.

On this evening, we lay sprawled on the floor with our nude bodies, staring into the fire.

The party had finished long ago, but we were comfortable and still had that pleasant buzz that comes from just great nonstop sex, taken at just the right interval.

I was especially relaxed, with Prabhā Shuklā on one side and Umā Dīxit on the other, their heads leaning against my shoulder.

Whichever way I looked, I saw a sexy Brāhmañ Beauty.

From my angle, I had a splendid view of Umā Dīxit‘s Dīxit Brāhmañ breasts,

They were standing firm without any sign of sagging.

Looking the other way I had a similar view of Prabhā Shuklā’s, slightly larger but softer and fuller.

Umā Dīxit’s skirt had slid up, so that almost her full length of leg was exposed.

I could just see the briefest sign of her panties.

Prabhā Shuklā had on a long soft summery dress, very sheer and I could see her long firm legs through the soft fabric, again with the tiny triangle of her panties visible.

I could have sat there all night, my arms around these glorious Brāhmañ Beauties but the music stopped.

Neither of them made any move.

Then Prabhā Shuklā nudged me to change the DVD.

Reluctantly I got up, and moved to the DVD player.

I turned round to ask what they wanted and saw that the two of them had shuffled up leaving me no room.

They lay back against the sofa, arms around each other, Prabhā Shuklā resting her head on Umā Dīxit’s shoulder with her eyes closed.

I left them to it and put on something soft and smooth.

As I turned back, I saw that Prabhā Shuklā was idly playing with the fabric of Umā Dīxit’s blouse. It had come out from her skirt and rumpled up exposing her firm flat midriff.

“Hey Bhagvān.” said Prabhā Shuklā suddenly, “you’ve got a belly button ring. Let me see, let me see.”

“That’s not all.” giggled Umā Dīxit. “I have other piercings too.”

“You, Dīxit Brāhmañ bitch, Show me, show me. Show our Bachhalyā lover simultaneously.”

Umā Dīxit unbuttoned her blouse and took it off altogether, to reveal that her left nipple had also been pierced.

“I also have one here.” she said, pointing to her Brāhmañ crotch.

Prabhā Shuklā’s eyes widened.

“What? I have to see that. Didn’t it hurt?”

Umā Dīxit looked over to me, still holding the DVD case in my hand, with pride, then at Prabhā Shuklā.

“Are you sure?” she asked significantly.

Prabhā Shuklā nodded excitedly, her lips parted and slightly engorged, her breath coming quickly and her nostrils flaring.

“What about you, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā?” asked Umā Dīxit, looking at me.

I simply spread my hands and shrugged before pointing at Prabhā Shuklā.

“It’s her call.”

There was no way I was going say no to this gorgeous Brāhmañ creature stripping off in front of me.

Yet, they called me only Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam!

Wasn’t it a tyranny on me?

Umā Dīxit stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor, before stepping out of the tiniest pair of briefs I had ever seen on her.

She turned to face us, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic Dīxit Brāhmañ hair before gently spreading the lips of her Brāhmañ Pussy and exposing a ring through the hood of her Brāhmañ Clitoris and two others through the Brāhmañ labia.

I winced, but Prabhā Shuklā sat up with fascination.

“Can I touch?” she asked her voice husky.

I recognized that tone, it meant she was highly aroused.

Umā Dīxit simply nodded, breathing harshly.

Prabhā Shuklā knelt in front of her.

Neither of them were looking at me, Umā Dīxit was watching Prabhā Shuklā intensely while Prabhā Shuklā had her whole attention on the rings in Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips.

Umā Dīxit sat down on the sofa, legs spread wide.

Prabhā Shuklā reached out and gently twisted Umā Dīxit’s nipple ring.

Umā Dīxit cupped one of Prabhā Shuklā’s Brāhmañ breasts in her hand and tweaked the nipple.

Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples were very sensitive and doing that normally moved her very quickly into high gear so I was surprised and not a little turned on to see the same thing happen when a Brāhmañ Beauty did it.

Prabhā Shuklā moved closer, looking up into Umā Dīxit’s face then drew it down towards her and kissed her deeply.

The two pulled apart again, breathing hard.

Prabhā Shuklā sat back on her heels and gently parted Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips before leaning forward again and blowing across the clearly engorged Brāhmañ Clitoris.

She flicked at the Brāhmañ Clit ring and Umā Dīxit shivered with pleasure.

She leant forward and flicked again at the ring, this time with her exquisite Brāhmañ tongue.

I could see it flicking in and out, probing into Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy, working at each piercing in turn.

Both of them were breathing heavily by now and fully aroused.

I could see a flush spreading across Umā Dīxit’s neck and down across her Brāhmañ breasts.

I moved slightly to see better and could see that Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples were hard and full, standing out like marbles.

I rarely saw her so aroused.

Without looking at me, Prabhā Shuklā stood and pulled Umā Dīxit up from the sofa and led her to the door without a word.

It was as if I had vanished from the room.

As they went out, Umā Dīxit looked over her shoulder and held out her hand for me to follow, which rather proudly I did.

Prabhā Shuklā led Umā Dīxit up the stairs.

I stood back and savored the view as they went, arms around each other’s waist,

Prabhā Shuklā was caressing Umā Dīxit’s tight naked backside.

It was an entrancing sight, and I knew that even tonight, I was not to be just a voyeur.

We got to the bedroom, Prabhā Shuklā still watching me, entirely focused on Umā Dīxit.

She threw back the covers on the large bed, took Umā Dīxit’s hand and pulled her down so that they lay side by side, facing each other.

From my position, I could see them hip to hip, groin to groin, Brāhmañ breast to Brāhmañ breast, face to face.

I stiffened as they slowly caressed each other, each movement mirrored by the other.

Umā Dīxit ran her fingers lightly over each of Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples in turn while Prabhā Shuklā gently squeezed Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ breasts in her hands before running her hand down Umā Dīxit’s flat firm stomach and sliding a finger gently between her legs, teasing at the Brāhmañ Clit ring.

Umā Dīxit was panting already.

She lay back, parting her legs to allow Prabhā Shuklā’s questing, probing fingers to work their way further into her.

Prabhā Shuklā drew them out then kissed and tasted them one by one before gently feeding them back in.

I watched with pride as Umā Dīxit writhed with pleasure, her skin flushed, nipples hard and Brāhmañ labia swollen.

I knew they both were craving for me, actually, for a Bachhalyā.

Most of the Brāhmañ Beauties were craving for the Bachhalyās now, fighting bitterly with the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.

They had to.

Musalmān Beauties were not leaving even the Bachhalyās for the Brāhmañ Beauties.

They wanted to invade the exclusive territories of the Brāhmañ Beauties even.

Brāhmañ Beauties, naturally, had to fight furiously with the extremely shameless extremely ravenous Musalmān Beauties to keep Bachhalyās to themselves.

It was the question of their own existence.

They had already given their Brāhmañ males to Musalmān Beauties.

How communal the Brāhmañ males were.

Where they wanted grossly impractical morals from Brāhmañ Beauties, they were falling head on foot for entirely shameless aggression of Musalmān Beauties on themselves.

The entirely useless Brāhmañ males with the Brāhmañ Beauties were fucking Musalmān Beauties as if the bears had gone mad.

Well, the Brāhmañ Beauties had no complaints.

They had their Bachhalyā lovers even more aggressive on their own Brāhmañ genitals.

I could take no more so stood up and undressed, freeing my rigid Bachhalyā shaft, swollen almost to bursting and began stroking it gently in time with Prabhā Shuklā’s own increasingly frantic fingering.

By now, Umā Dīxit was trembling and I watched as an orgasm grew to possess her whole Dīxit Brāhmañ body.

She threw her head back, keening in ecstasy.

Prabhā Shuklā did not let up though and kept her at this level for several minutes before slowly allowing her to subside.

She didn’t stop entirely and soon had Umā Dīxit groaning with pleasure again, her body rigid.

Prabhā Shuklā brought her to orgasm four times more, before relenting and letting her collapse exhaustedly on to the bed.

I watched in amazement as Prabhā Shuklā, admittedly a very passionate Brāhmañ Beauty, showed such skill in bringing her friend to such heights of pleasure.

“Now it’s my turn.” said Prabhā Shuklā.

Umā Dīxit looked at her wide-eyed.

“I don’t know if I have the energy,” she gasped.

“Nonsense — a good orgasm gives you energy.” Prabhā Shuklā threw herself back on the bed, legs apart.

I could see she was thoroughly aroused, her Brāhmañ labia as engorged as Umā Dīxit’s and her chest was flushed.

Umā Dīxit sat up and looked across at me.

Bachhalyā Piyā, Durgesh, I hope you are enjoying the Brāhmañ show. Yes, we are the coldest women they say, but you can see yourself. We are not coldest even for you. The Brāhmañs blame us for their own impractical pseudo moral demands and shortcomings.”

Umā Dīxit laughed, before kneeling and gently stroking Prabhā Shuklā’s Brāhmañ breasts, pinching one nipple while kissing the other, tongue swirling around the erect nipple, lapping at the soft skin just under each Brāhmañ breast before gently blowing on the engorged nipples again.

As she bent forward to do this, her Brāhmañ bottom rose up, exposing her own Brāhmañ Pussy, still warm and moistly pink from her exertions.

As she kissed and tickled her way down Prabhā Shuklā’s body, I watched her Brāhmañ buttocks swing from side to side.

In the end I could stand it no longer and stood up, moving towards her.

Prabhā Shuklā saw me as if for the first time and seeing her glance my way, Umā Dīxit looked back and saw me hovering, my Bachhalyā Lund standing to attention.

“Go on then.”

Waiting no longer, I seized Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ buttocks as they swung in front of me before thrusting my own swollen Bachhalyā Lund hard into her soft moist Brāhmañ Choot, feeling the Brāhmañ labia rings rubbing against my highly sensitized Bachhalyā shaft.

She cried out and redoubled her efforts to bring Prabhā Shuklā to orgasm as I in turn pumped away at her.

I was so aroused by now that I fucked both of them furiously one after another.

“Hey Bhagvān— Hey Bhagvān.”Both Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit were madly pushing their glorious gorgeous white Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude male Bachhalyā lap, swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund into their Brāhmañ Choots, entirely unashamed of them.

Their Brāhmañ Cunts were sucking my Bachhalyā Lund ravenously.

I fucked Prabhā Shuklā nonstop for hours.

She was on her knees and I was hammering Prabhā Shuklā from her behind.

At first Prabhā Shuklā herself was aggressive.

She pushed her buttocks back in wild savage movements for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes defeating even me in my lust for her.

Her lust for me was fiercer.

But, after all, Prabhā Shuklā was a Shuklā Brāhmañ Beauty.

She couldn’t compete with my immensely ever increasing Bachhalyā lust for her.

Her Brāhmañ lust for me soon satisfied, nude I rode on nude Prabhā Shuklā.

“Hey Bhagvān— Hey Bhagvān, no Durgesh, please. That’s more than enough for me. I’m not your ever ravenous Musalmān Beauty. I’m your Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partner. I can’t have so much aggressive nonstop sex with you. Fuck now Umā Dīxit, please.”

I smiled agreeing to grant her request.

Suddenly Prabhā Shuklā screamed as she came and as she came so did I, thrusting hard into Prabhā Shuklā, slapping my hips into her cheeks, letting everything go at once.

I heard Prabhā Shuklā call out too, then she collapsed under me and I came out.

I immediately poked my Bachhalyā Lund into Umā Dīxit’s eagerly waiting Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

Umā Dīxit’s arms were wrapped around her, clasping her tightly.

She smiled at me,

“Thank you, Durgesh, my Bachhalyā Piyā.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mérī Jān.” I kissed Umā Dīxit on her beautiful quivering Dīxit Brāhmañ lips and started fucking her furiously, resuming my pace.

Umā Dīxit was also aggressive at first, but after twenty or twenty five minutes at the most, Umā Dīxit also surrendered to me.

I fucked Umā Dīxit also nonstop wildly as I had fucked Prabhā Shuklā.

I fucked them alternatively.

But even then, they couldn’t accompany me any more.

Prabhā Shuklā called her Brāhmañ friends first to help her to satisfy her Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was startled,

“My husband will kill me, Prabhā. You should have told me on the mobile.”

“Hey, you requested me to share Durgesh with you.” Prabhā Shuklā rebuked Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.

Extremely beautiful Brahm Mahimā Sharmā blushed.

“Yes, I did. But—”

“But what?” Prabhā Shuklā scolded Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.

“Well, I never thought you’d really share Durgesh ever with me.”

“Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, you idiot. Why did you request me for what you never wanted to do? I need help from you to satisfy Durgesh. We both are exhausted. And Durgesh still needs a Brāhmañ Cunt.”

Brāhmañ Cunt?” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was blushing, “Why Brāhmañ Cunt especially? Let me call Ghazālah Siddīqī. She’d love to satisfy Durgesh. You know Ghazālah Siddīqī raped Ram Chandr.”

“Ram Chandr Bhaiyā? Nooooooooo. Ghazālah Siddīqī raped him? Hey Bhagvān the Maryādā Purushottam Bhagvān Ram of today is raped by our modern Shūrpñakhā? Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī, he’d never forgive you. ”***

Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl watched me gravely,

“Well, Ghazālah Siddīqī is not the ever first Musalmān Beauty who raped me.”

“I see.”

“How did you know?”

I couldn’t tell him that his own wife had told me that.

I had surmised till then that any such revelation to him might destroy Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s marriage with him.

Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl was one of those Hindus who lived in imaginary world of their own mental creations.

They wanted their own houseladies to be Bhagvatī Sītā Rāvañi Paulastý whether they themselves were Lord Ram or not.

The revelation that his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, had even only expressed her desire to share me with her friend and Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā, could destroy Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s marriage.

The fact that his own sister Prabhā Shuklā pushed his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, on nude me, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s unprepared quivering Sharmā Brāhmañ lips brushed against my Bachhalyā shaft, would certainly could be harmful to Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.

My Bachhalyā shaft was anointed with Prabhā Shuklā’s Shuklā Brāhmañ vaginal juices, my Bachhalyā Vīrý and Umā Dīxit’s Dīxit Brāhmañ vaginal juices.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s Sharmā Brāhmañ lips when brushed against my Bachhalyā shaft, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth inadvertently opened in wild surprise.

It resulted in my entire Bachhalyā Lund entering her Sharmā Brāhmañ mouth involuntarily to her throat.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā gagged.

She never had any penis before in her mouth.

Neither she had ever imagined she’d have any.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā hated it very much.

No oral sex, please.

The Musalmān Beauties, Christian Beauties, Jew Beauties and other Beauties not only did it, so many of them even loved it.

Well, the bitches loved anal sex even.

Hey Bhagvān!

Yes, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā is modern.

Ultra modern even.

Yet, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā could never imagine sucking a penis or having it in her sacred Brāhmañ ass.

Hey Bhagvān!

Can’t they even imagine Western Culture without, oral sex, anal sex, lesbians, gays, and etcetera?

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā didn’t know she had swallowed my entire Bachhalyā Lund into her exquisite excellent Sharmā Brāhmañ mouth and without realizing what she was doing, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was sucking it passionately.

Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both looked it, looked at each other significantly and smiled.

They started undressing Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.

They didn’t know Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was not doing it in her senses.

She was actually thinking against it furiously, while practically she was herself sucking me fiercely as if in trance.

It had gone to almost half an hour, Prabhā Shuklā’s Bhābhī and friend Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was sucking my Bachhalyā Lund madly, wildly and savagely.

She was so engrossed in her thinking that Brahm Mahimā Sharmā never realized even her Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā and her Nanad’s friend Umā Dīxit were undressing her for me.

When Brahm Mahimā Sharmā realized it, it was too late.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was also nude now as her Nanad Prabhā Shuklā, I, and her Nanad’s friend, Umā Dīxit was already.

She was as if fallen from sky,

“What — what did — why the hell did you undress me?”

Prabhā Shuklā laughed,

“It’s alright, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī. We promise we’d never tell it to Ram Chandr Bhaiyā. Just help us, yaar.”

“What? What do you mean? How dare you?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t tease us, please. You’ve already sucked Durgesh for almost half an hour. Now go ahead and fuck him.”

With this, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit lifted nude Brahm Mahimā Sharmā up and made her to sit on my Bachhalyā Lund.

“Noooooooooooo.” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā protested, “Nooooooooo, please.”

But my throbbing Bachhalyā Lund was already into Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s already wet Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot.

It slipped easily right to my groin.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was startled and dumbfounded.

She never even imagined it could happen ever.

Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit laughed and started raising Brahm Mahimā Sharmā up and down on my sky rocketing Bachhalyā Lund.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was straddling on my nude waist.

My Bachhalyā Lund was growing longer, thicker and stronger into her ravenous Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot, with every passionate penetration.”

“Your brother would kill me, Prabhā Shuklā, Umā Dīxit, what are you doing? Stop it.” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā shouted.

But Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both could see very well, her Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot was ravenously greeting my Bachhalyā Lund into her.

Her words and her body did not tally.

To test it completely, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other, conspired in their eyes mutually, silently, and raising Brahm Mahimā Sharmā and making her to sit on my Bachhalyā Lund, swallowing it entirely, for twenty minutes more, they slowly removed their hands.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was again in trance.

She continued her up and down movements, even increasing the pace, all the while protesting it,

“Nooooooooooooo, no, please, Prabhā Shuklā, Umā Dīxit, what are you doing? Stop it, please. I can’t cheat your brother. I can’t cheat Ram Chandr.”

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was fucking me fiercely now, passionately, madly and wildly.

Umā Dīxit watched her incredulously,

Prabhā Shuklā, is she really in trance?”

“What do you mean?” Prabhā Shuklā was all alert suddenly.

“Can’t she act to be in trance?”

“Why? Where’s the need?”

“Yes, I think so. There isn’t any need for her to act to be in trance. But watch her. How naturally, how savagely, your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, is fucking your Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner.”

“Well, I’d be damned.” Prabhā Shuklā exclaimed, “You are right.”

“Watch her pace.”

“It continues to increase with every penetration.” Prabhā Shuklā said, not looking at Umā Dīxit.

“Every Bachhalyā penetration.” Umā Dīxit winked at Prabhā Shuklā, “Your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, herself wanted to fuck your Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner fiercely in her subconscious.”

“True, but I can’t blame her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý duly blackmailed Durgesh to fuck her. Brahm Mahimā Sharmā is at least better. Isn’t she?”

“That was another case.”

“Was it?” Prabhā Shuklā smiled sarcastically at Umā Dīxit.

“Of course. Ammījān wanted a son from my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý. Brahmānand Bhaiyā lacks Y-chromosomes. To save her marriage, what else my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý could do? I do appreciate her bold step.”

“Yet, she isn’t pregnant even yet.” Prabhā Shuklā smiled sarcastically.

“Hey, what do you mean? You sound somewhat sinister.” Umā Dīxit smiled significantly.

“My dear dumb girl, your Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý has stopped sleeping with your Brahmānand Bhaiyā. Hasn’t she?”

“She is angry with him.”

“Why?”

“Brahmānand Bhaiyā didn’t leave her another option except to blackmail Durgesh.”

Umā Dīxit, idiot, Hasn’t Brahmānand Bhaiyā openly announced that he doesn’t need any child at all?”

“Because Ammījān was already doing what he had to do.”

“Why are you so against your own brother?”

“He never helped his helpless wife, my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý. He could have fought with Ammījān for his wife’s honor. Couldn’t he?”

“You mean Brahmānand Bhaiyā never opposed Ammījān?” Prabhā Shuklā asked incredulously.

“I think your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, would fuck Durgesh now till infinity.” Umā Dīxit was suddenly furious.

Prabhā Shuklā also watched her wristwatch.

“Hey Bhagvān, she is fucking Durgesh for seven hours already. ”

“And—she is still in trance.” Umā Dīxit commented wryly, “she is still protesting us not to force her.”

“Should we shake her out of her trance?” Prabhā Shuklā asked.

“Why? Let her fuck him till she wants to.”

Umā Dīxit, you idiot, I’m serious.”

“My Brāhmañ Cunt now again needs his Bachhalyā Lund.”

“Hey Bhagvān, Umā Dīxit—”

“Well, I can’t help it.”

“Okay, fuck Durgesh when Bhābhī is finished with him.”

“I don’t think she’d ever finish.”

“Nonsense.”

“Want some lesbian sex?”

“No,” Prabhā Shuklā retorted, “I also want Durgesh inside me now.”

“After me.”

“Okay, after you. I’d wait.”

“Till infinity?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so impatient.”***

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā continued to fuck me even after five hours more.

She had stopped protesting but her fierce fucking had gone fiercer with every penetration.

I was alert now.

“Call Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, Prabhā Shuklā.” Suddenly I said.

“What?” Prabhā Shuklā almost jumped.

“She is enjoying now.”

“She is enjoying ab initio.”Umā Dīxit said curtly, “Hey, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī, now finish your game, please. You are not alone here. Moreover, Durgesh is not your Live in relationship Partner. He is your Bachhalyā Nandoī only.”

I watched Umā Dīxit gravely and called Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ myself.

Prabhā Shuklā looked at me as if I had gone mad.

“You think there is some psychopathic problem?”

“It’s not normal.”

“The bitch is taking her revenge.” Umā Dīxit announced.

“Revenge?” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ watched her carefully, “You’ve done something wrong with her?”

“Well, she is our sister in law.” Prabhā Shuklā explained, “It was only some mutual teasing. We teased her. Now, Umā Dīxit thinks she is teasing us instead.”

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was suddenly all alert,

“Tell me everything, please, right from the beginning. Don’t skip even an infinitesimal detail.”

“Farīdah, you mean—”

“I doubt what you suspect is true.”

“Farīdah.” I was dumfounded.

Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other, then Prabhā Shuklā asked suspiciously,

“What do you suspect, my Bachhalyā Piyā?”

“Let the Doctor check her first.” I said gravely.

After a thorough checking of three hours, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ announced.

“What Durgesh suspected is absolutely true. She has gone in trance to a no return level.”

“What?” Prabhā Shuklā was startled, “A no return level? What do you mean?”

Umā Dīxit was watching Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ incredulously.

“She did not want to fuck Durgesh. But you made her straddling Durgesh and to fuck him. She didn’t want to oppose her Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā. Her subconscious fought with her consciousness. Her subconscious constantly opposed but when you both constantly kept on what you were doing, ultimately her subconscious has surrendered. Now, she has another level of normalcy.”

“Another level of normalcy?” Prabhā Shuklā was suddenly all alert now, “What do you mean?”

“Her subconscious has now accepted that it’s natural that she fuck Durgesh. So she is doing it blissfully enjoying its every moment very much. But the problem is that her subconscious refuses now to return to previous state.”

“Whaaaaaat?” Prabhā Shuklā was as if fallen from sky.

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ announced gravely,

“I’m sorry. It’s now dangerous to her life if Durgesh stops fucking her. She needs nonstop Durgesh’s Bachhalyā Lund in her Brāhmañ Cunt now. We can’t afford it out ever.”

“What?” Umā Dīxit shouted, “Shāshvat Maithunyog? Nonstop lovemaking forever as Param Purush, the Absolute Man does in Param Vyom, the Absolute Space?”

“I’m very sorry, but— but that’s right.”

Chapter 5

——————————————-
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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