GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 31

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 31

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

It was never an injustice to Brahm Padminīs.

It was the only justice that could and must be delivered to the entire Brahm Padminīs.

A few moments passed, and I began the awkward process of helping her off the table.

My member slipped from her lips and she automatically clinched herself in response, seemingly missing my presence.

She smiled again, and this time I saw it.

I grinned back.

We embraced.

She was more propped by me than anything, and I helped her over to the living room, where we both collapsed onto the sofa.

I kissed her softly but repeatedly at her cheek and lips, and she managed a few kisses in return.

Arundhatī Joshī and I didn’t really talk.

We just quietly recovered together.

Eventually, she told me she had to go on to bed.

We both climbed the stairs together.

At the top of the stairs, we faced each other.

It was dark.

It was quiet.

I brought her into my arms, and we embraced.

I could feel her exhale completely in my arms and press into me.

She could feel my strong arms wrap and cuddle her.

She eased back from me.

She had to go to her bedroom.

I looked down at her, and her face started to mine.

Our lips met and neither held back.

We kissed deeply.

When we finally parted, we both smiled to one another.

We said goodnight.*

Arundhatī Joshī awoke groggily.

She struggled to orient, as she could sense something was happening to her.

She started understanding there was a rocking motion in the bed.

Even though at first she was dazed, she realized there was movement at her vagina.

She felt sex there.

Was she dreaming?

She almost spoke my name, but she then gathered that she was in her own bed and in her room.

She searched for her bearings.

As she thought and looked around, it hit her.

She was on her side and the pushing was coming from behind her.

It was Vinod Sharmā.

It was Saturday morning, and Vinod Sharmā had entered her and was having sex with her.

Arundhatī Joshī fought the initial impulse to stop him.

Then, she worried inwardly for a response.

She was shocked and just speechless.

As she started to speak over her shoulder to Vinod Sharmā, she heard him grunt heavily.

He stiffened and she knew instantly what this meant.

He climaxed intensely.

He had gotten off strongly, she concluded.

But, she found herself much less than thrilled.

Right away, she felt guilty knowing why she wasn’t thrilled.

First, it was because it had mostly happened unbeknownst to her.

Mostly though, there was a guilt.

It wasn’t I there with her, nor the excitement she felt for me.

Vinod Sharmā stroked at her hair.

“Wow. That was great.”

She didn’t move or speak.

His voice had been shaky before.

Vinod Sharmā caught his breath and tried to compose himself better.

He had not acted as he intended.

He awoke with an erection, and he immediately had become concerned about keeping it.

It wasn’t her fault, but he simply did not feel the attraction or desire that he once had for her years ago.

He had felt to her first, thinking he’d stimulate her awake, and then he had touched wetness at her lips.

He had thought her already aroused.

When he had put himself to her to rub her, he had pushed on into her and started.

“I got carried away.” He tried to explain.

She just nodded back without words spoken.

Vinod Sharmā cuddled her, and he brushed at her hair.

“You are a beautiful and special woman.” he resolved to make things better even if it meant getting some kind of prescription. “I may not always show it, but I do appreciate you.”

Arundhatī Joshī was absolutely stunned.

She reached a hand over her shoulder to him and squeezed at him.

He started breathing heavier and in moments he was snoring.

Arundhatī Joshī‘s mind started reeling.

As much as she hated to think it, she knew she wished he hadn’t said those things.

Could he sense she was drifting away from him?

Is this why on this morning, of all times, he had decided to share like that with her.

He never did that.

When she was sure he was sleeping again, she slipped from the bed.

She went downstairs to make coffee, have a cup and clear her head.

What a weekend.

In a hungover and emotional fog, Arundhatī Joshī rummaged about in the kitchen, made coffee and sat down with a cup.

It was hard to know where to begin with sorting this out.

She winced.

A couple of things she was certain about.

First, she was crazy and stupid to permit what had happened with me.

There was no understating just how wrong and unintelligent her choices had been.

But just as clear to her was how she felt.

She felt deeply and convincingly emotional for me and excited by me.

Any number of thoughts, from Friday night’s party to Saturday morning to Saturday night, showed her how much she cared about me.

As she sat there, she knew she felt such a love for me.

She squeezed her eyes and released them at her next thought, as she regretted just how truly she also felt about me as a man.

From her looking to me when we kissed Friday night to when she first surrendered to me in bed Saturday morning, there was no denying that she thought of me now as a man.

And, as so very wrong as it was, she thought of me as a lover.

I had brought feelings and sensations from within her she could not ever having remembered felt.

I aroused her, thrilled her, and consumed her.

Our time together and the way I had been with her had combined to make her feel something she had never felt to this extent.

The feeling included intense desire.

I made her feel that she wanted me badly and needed me.

And not just emotionally, but she needed to feel me physically and to make love to me.

Arundhatī Joshī felt at her core a need to give herself to me.

She had not ever felt this way.

She briefly wondered whether she didn’t need to just break away from both of the men in the house and try to ascertain her thoughts more objectively.

The things she was thinking were so unusual and extraordinary that perhaps she just needed time.

She smirked wondering if she even wanted to be away from me in order to decide.

Arundhatī Joshī looked up startled from her thoughts, seeing me pop into the kitchen.

She beamed when she saw how very happy I was to see her there.

She couldn’t help but show how happy she was to see me too.

“Good morning,” she said it in a low full voice.

Her face glowed.

I came straight up to where she was sitting, and I bent to where I could hug her.

I kissed her deeply and passionately.

After some passionate deep kissing, she pulled back.

“Wait, wait.” She stopped me.

I was standing next to where she was seated and I was very aroused.

I started dragging at my shorts, and she gave quick shakes of her head, indicating ‘no’.

It didn’t slow me in the least.

My hand drew my penis from my shorts in front of her face, and when she realized just what I was doing, she visibly tightened.

“Wait Durgesh, I don’t know. We should talk.”

I figured she was just acting coy, much like the night before.

I persisted.

I held my thick Bachhalyā erection in her face.

“No, not right now, Durgesh,” she said it pleadingly, conveying perhaps that the choice was mine.

I grinned down at her, and she gave me a torn look back.

She dropped her view to my hand.

I was fully engorged and there at her face.

There was a wanton aspect of it being right in front of her like that.

I edged my fist just a bit up and then just barely back, and she watched intently.

Her face didn’t move to avoid me, but her eyes looked back to me questioningly.

“Aw, c’mon.” My tone made her seem unfair. “Are you serious? Are you going to leave me this way?”

My hand tilted her face to me and I bent and kissed her again.

She watched my face as I stood back straight, and I told her,

“here.”

I brought my cock in my hand and I put it to her lips.

Once more she tried to pull back, but I cradled her cheek and lodged its Bachhalyā thickness at her Joshī Brāhmañ lips. … She opened her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth to me while looking in my Bachhalyā male eyes.

She heard me groan deeply as I worked my Bachhalyā thickness in her exb Joshī Brāhmañ mouth.

She reluctantly started to suck on me and move her head.

She felt my combined hardness and smoothness, and she started to react between her legs.

After a few more moments, the dynamic shifted.

It went from my urging to instead her moving her mouth on me.

Her head swayed and her mouth and lips massaged at my thick Bachhalyā cock.

We both knew she was getting more into it.

Much more into it.

‘How can I be this excited again? Is this really because of me?’ She asked herself as she felt both our urgency.

Soon I was groaning continuously, and she was humming.

Naughtily, Arundhatī Joshī anticipated what it’d feel like when I started releasing into her mouth.

She drifted a hand between her legs and started feverishly stroking there.

“WHAT?” The word is screamed and Arundhatī Joshī cannot understand at first what has happened.

For a moment more, my thick, hard Bachhalyā cock is nestled deeply in her Joshī Brāhmañ mouth as she looked at the side of the room.

She saw Vinod Sharmā standing with his face flushed and eyes wide.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” “WH… .”

She yanked her head back and I started frantically trying to pull my shorts up.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I was desperately saying to Vinod Sharmā, and everything seemed to slow down to Arundhatī Joshī as it unfolded.

It was almost as if she were witnessing something she was not actually present at.

The sequence was deliberate and surreal.

Vinod Sharmā grabbed his head with both hands and screamed.

He looked over to the counter where the kitchen knives were at, and then looked straight at me.

I shouted, “No, no, no,” as Vinod Sharmā started lunging to where the knives were.

Suddenly, I moved toward the counter, too.

Before I can take a second step though, I froze in place.

My stopping in place riveted Arundhatī Joshī‘s attention back to Vinod Sharmā.

Vinod Sharmā had reached the counter, but unnaturally he ricocheted off the counter and collapsed to the floor.

When he laid out on the floor, he was staring straight up and he was clutching the left side of his chest.

He coughed and choked, and just as suddenly as he had started, hd completely stopped.

Then, he lay there motionless.

“CALL 911! CALL 911!” Arundhatī Joshī heard me shouting it, but she couldn’t move.

She saw his eyes, and she knew he was gone.

She also knew she would never, ever get that sight of him, and what she had caused, out of her mind.

The next several days blurred by, and she could barely function, rarely talked, and just felt deadened to an extent.

The authorities did inquire, and she told the truth.

Of course, it all made sense.

She and Vinod Sharmā had had sex earlier that morning, and they had drank most of the weekend.

She didn’t see it coming, and she absolutely couldn’t believe he died of a massive heart attack on their kitchen floor.

Everyone felt sympathy for her.

Everyone saw that she was beside herself, apparently from such grief.

She had told the truth alright, but she didn’t tell the whole truth.

There was nothing asked about she and me.

There was nothing to ask since everyone knew we were friends, and both had suddenly lost Vinod Sharmā.

So, there was no mention made of the fact that Vinod Sharmā had heard strange sounds coming from the kitchen that morning.

It was never told how he hurried down the stairs, already concerned as he feared someone must have been hurt from the kind of sounds he was hearing.

He had rushed into the doorway of the kitchen, and it had been as if he had struck a horrible wall that stopped him in his tracks.

There he saw his wife and me.

At first, I looked like I wasn’t the matter, because I was standing straight and seemed animated.

Everything changed when he focused to where his wife was seated at our kitchen table.

She was sitting facing our table and angled to where Vinod Sharmā was standing, but Arundhatī Joshī‘s shoulders and face was turned to her left side.

Her right hand appeared to be in her lap, and her right hand was clasping at something.

Positioned very close to her left side was my torso and waist.

Vinod Sharmā had fixed his attention to his beautiful wife’s face.

Her mouth was open and her lips wrapped a thick and erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund that was pumping urgently between her Joshī Brāhmañ lips.

One look was all it took to show Arundhatī Joshī was moving her face towards me as fervently as my hips were bucking into her face.

Her expression was one of exquisite pleasure.

There was an onslaught of friends and family around in the days between Vinod Sharmā’s death and his funeral.

Everyone was very supportive.

The entire time passed as a flash to Arundhatī Joshī.

Then, just as suddenly as the friends and family had gathered, it seemed they quickly dispersed.

By the time of the evening after Vinod Sharmā’s funeral, the house had cleared out.

The house was still and quiet, and Arundhatī Joshī and I decided we had to go have dinner to decompress.

Arundhatī Joshī did most of the talking.

She spoke in a detached and halting manner, as if trying to explain to herself and to me.

I heard beneath her words a desperate coping of sorts.

“It was a lapse to be sure, a horrible and terrible lapse, but a lapse.” She had sounded scared but also as if warming to her justification as well.

She sat close to me and spoke quietly.

“No one meant for him to die. …”

I considered whether maybe it was just a way for her to carry on.

I tried my best to assure her.

Neither of us had wanted this or even imagined this.

It was a horrible, horrible accident.

That night after dinner, we returned home, and we both decided to turn in early.

We found ourselves standing upstairs in the hallway awkwardly starting to say goodnight.

She looked at me directly and asked evenly,

“Why don’t you stay with me tonight?”

I looked a little surprised and even tentative.

“Um, I don’t know. Are you sure?”

She gave a couple of quick nods of her head.

“Yeah.”

And with that, I ambled into her bedroom with her.

I felt an unsteadiness with the day that we had endured.

I saw her go into the bathroom, and I decided I’d just be present and go with however she felt.

I stripped to my boxers and I climbed into the bed.

I was lying there, bare chested and sitting propped up somewhat when she came out of the bathroom.

She saw me there in bed, and she stopped.

We looked at each other, and I wondered whether maybe I had misunderstood and somehow shouldn’t be there after all.

I found myself very concerned.

“Uh, is this okay?” My voice sounded very worried and doubtful, and Arundhatī Joshī relaxed her face into a smile.

She moved slowly to the bed in a night shirt that covered almost to her knees.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She ran a hand through her hair, and she got into bed and to my surprise she curled up next to me.

“I am so glad you are here. I need you tonight.”

I kissed the top of her head which she had put at my chest, and I stroked at her hair.

“I’m glad you want me here.”

“Listen, I know this is weird. It is.” She moved a hand to my chest and her fingers drew circles on my bare flesh there. “But I want you to understand. I’m feeling so very fragile right now, you know?”

“Yeah, sure.” My voice was low.

“I’m sure you are too.” She kept her fingers at my skin.

“Yeah, I am. I guess I’m still numb.”

“Me too. Very.” She sounded like she was about to cry as she squeezed out her next words. “I just hope you don’t hate me.”

I immediately reached to her face and opened it to me.

She had lines of tears that had started and the eyes of someone utterly unguarded.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I consoled in as calming a voice as I could muster, “don’t even think that. Not for a second. I wouldn’t ever hate you. I couldn’t ever hate you.”

I went to her face and kissed her fully.

I pulled her into a hug to my chest.

She hugged me back.

We kept our embrace and she eased back with me as my torso had to go back for support, our position at first too strained to keep.

We ended up with her half over onto me.

She put a hand on my chest and looked into my eyes.

“I love you, Durgesh.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“I love you, too.”

When I said it, her face perked and I saw her eyes dart about my face, but mostly at my eyes and mouth.

She drew a breath and then she leaned to me, kissing me gently but fully on my lips.

I kissed back, but when she didn’t pull away, I was a little surprised that she was being affectionate this way.

I was awestruck when she used her lips to open mine, and she moved her tongue to mine.

She kissed me passionately, and it was completely unexpected by me.

The feel of her lips and tongue, together with her increasing movements at my mouth, stirred me against all better judgment.

I just couldn’t help it.

As we continued kissing, she shifted to try to get better positioned atop me, and when her leg moved over my waist, she felt a certain, unmistakable hardness.

She broke our kiss, but didn’t move far from my face with hers.

She continued her leg on over me, but rather than just lay against me, she moved her entire body astride me.

She stared into my face as I watched her lower to my waist.

I tried hard not to react when I felt her at my skin.

Because she was sitting higher up on me from our kissing, her crotch met my skin at my stomach.

It was obvious by the feel of her that she wasn’t wearing anything under the night shirt.

She shifted just a bit, and then I felt the slightly prickly stick of pubic hair and the unique slickness of her natural moisture.

She moved her hips barely, and I wondered if it was intended to make sure I felt her dampness.

She seemed to watch for a reaction from me, but I didn’t reveal one.

“I am feeling so raw right now.” She said it in a loud whisper and it sounded dramatic.

Her feet seemed to tuck closer to my sides where she was straddling me, and she raised herself on her arms that went to each side of my head.

She closed her eyes briefly and then half opened them.

“Is it okay if I tell you I need you right now?” She still whispered.

I nodded slowly and noticed her full lips staying parted.

Her half closed eyes and slightly opened lips finally conveyed to me that she was actually very aroused.

She may have meant emotionally she needed me, but it didn’t seem like that was all, I now understood.

I reached up to her arms and I moved them to my chest, where each of her hands came to rest up on my skin.

She closed her eyes again and I watched her gulp.

She opened them to see my eyes as she shifted her weight onto her left hand at my chest.

She lifted the right hand and she brought it down our bodies between us.

When her hand reached my boxers and deftly entered inside, my face no longer stayed expressionless.

I furrowed my brow and gave a wince, as she took me engorged into the opening between us.

She opened her mouth wide as if to react with me and she made the slightest of grins, knowing she had affected me so.

Then, she looked at me intently as she said more.

“Two things.” She breathed the words.

My reply was fast. “Yes!”

She stared deep into me and spoke her request slowly and seriously. “I want you inside me, and… I want you to keep your eyes with mine. Okay?”

“Yes.”

She backed downward toward me, and we kept fixed on one another.

She held me steady between us as she placed her hips where she wanted them.

When my head mashed to her lips, we both shook.

“AH!” I exclaimed as I felt her rotate her hips.

In return, she grunted softly as she worked at my Bachhalyā hardness with her Joshī Brāhmañ wetness.

Our eyes stayed, and there was an intensity to it that surprised me and excited me, seeing her every reaction and expression.

“Oh! OH! Oh, Durgesh!” Arundhatī Joshī let out as she moved onto me more, driving herself onto me, and causing her lips to go just past the head of me.

Poised there, she surprised me yet again when she reached to her shirt and shed it off herself, exposing her breasts and hardened nipples to me.

My hands immediately went to them and clutched them, as I watched her own eyes almost close shut with the sensation of my hands squeezing and manipulating her full bare flesh.

I still marveled at her large, thick nipples, but I felt them and rubbed them rather than look to them.

When she started moving again, her face changed expression from a stillness to more and more emotion and contortion, as she was forcing herself down on me.

She fought to keep her eyes to mine, and I saw how she showed the change she felt as I went deeper into her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a silent ‘oh’ as she wiggled herself and pushed.

I savored her now familiar Joshī Brāhmañ sheath that was grasping me and seemingly milking me.

I struggled to keep my eyes on hers, as she rested her weight on her hands on my chest but moved her hips more and more.

She was getting more used to me, and it enabled her to get more into it.

She was raising and lowering herself, and each time her face reacted in some way to the sensations inside her.

She squatted more onto me and her head tilted back somewhat, but her eyes stayed level with mine.

Her eye brows arched and her face expressed what looked like pain when she went even further down on me.

She felt a plunging of me into her that filled her fully.

“UUUUNNNNNGHHHHHHH! Ungh, ungh, ungh!” She was loud with her grunting coming from within her throat.

I liked seeing and hearing her primal reaction of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund deepest inside her.

I started to buck with my hips but didn’t.

I wanted to see what she would do on her own.

“C’mon,” I urged her on.

She made an inner squealing-kind of sound at my prompting her like I was, and I grinned at her.

She drew her lips together, batted her eyes and then sucked in a breath, as she appeared to ready herself for different motion.

I kept her full breasts in my hands and squeezed up, mashing them to her and evoking a pant from her.

She brought her head just down and looked at me as if she were boiling, and I felt her hips jerk.

I grunted my own reaction when I felt her beginning a back and forth sway with her hips.

The feeling was so different and unexpected that I arched my back and wondered if I’d explode just from that.

She saw she had affected me strongly and it incited her.

She furrowed her brow, grew intense with her stare to me, and she picked up her pace.

I was astonished.

She was working her hips back and forth with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund buried deeply in her, and she was panting with her effort.

Arundhatī Joshī was riding me.

Her hips bucked at me hungrily.

I moaned at her exertion.

My getting overwhelmed thrilled her, and she tried to go even harder on me.

We were both getting louder with throaty noises back and forth.

There was no doubt to either of us now that she was full on fucking me.

She kept her pace, but she eased backward some, giving herself more of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund inside her, and this was all it took.

Her Joshī Brāhmañ thrusts on me and her willingness to sit down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund while she was riding me together shoved me over the edge.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed and shook with an orgasm that washed over me with repeated contractions. “Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me, Arundhatī Joshī!!!”

As my face looked frantic and delirious to her with my extended climax, she felt herself succumb and come with as much intensity as she could ever remember having had before.

Her mouth fell open, and her bottom lip quivered, as she felt my kicking and releasing together with her own spasms deep within her.

We both panted and tried to catch our breath.

She eased forward and lower upon me, softly collapsing, and as she did, her full breasts met my still heaving chest and pressed me.

She brought her lips to mine, and we again kissed for a while.

Soon, her head rested at my chest, and we both lay spent.

Arundhatī Joshī was still straddling me, and I was still halfway enmeshed into her.

She liked that we were still joined and I was still inside her, with her Joshī Brāhmañ walls still clinging to my Bachhalyā girth there.

“That was unreal.” My voice was low and disbelieving. “You were so… good.”

She smiled.

“I loved it.”

She traced a finger around one of my nipples as she pondered a moment.

Then, she moved her head a bit to see me as she said softly her thought.

“Know what?”

I grinned back.

“What’s that?”

“I will fuck you whenever you want, Durgesh.”

I grinned even more and kissed at the top of her head.

She put her head back to my chest.

“I mean it.”

We stayed in a heap for several more moments before we finally thought to move again.

I had to go to the bathroom, and we very carefully disengaged from one another.

She watched me get out of bed, and as I walked towards the bathroom, she couldn’t resist staring at me.

Even flaccid, I hung down between my legs heavily, and it swayed with my steps.

I turned back and caught her looking, and she smiled sheepishly.

When she turned onto her back, her thighs rubbed, and the clear sensation of wetness was coated where both of our juices had gone onto her thighs.

She self-consciously reached there, and she felt about.

She couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was me.

She withdrew her hand as I came back to bed and to her.

We wrapped into each other, and while she started to talk to me more, I was soon snoring away. She sighed and smiled to herself and let herself drift to sleep as well.

The next morning the two of us quietly and somberly prepared, and went to see the lawyer.

There wasn’t much said or really to be said.

As we traveled to the office, Arundhatī Joshī thought over again how she had answered what was asked of her by others.

She had essentially answered the truth asked of her, but she carried that weight of the whole story.

I and Arundhatī Joshī knew the whole truth, and that was more intimate knowledge we both shared with each other and no one else.

We both sat together listening to Vinod Sharmā’s friend and lawyer.

During the meeting with the lawyer, I tried to act friendly and talkative, but it was as if Arundhatī Joshī was still dysfunctional.

She was quiet and still numb, it seemed.

She did muster one reaction though.

There was an emotional outburst that was part laugh and part sob at a disclosure the lawyer made to the both of us.

The lawyer described it professionally and gently, but there was the sense that I had hoped the revelation would provide whatever comfort that it could.

The lawyer was meeting with us to talk about Vinod Sharmā’s estate.

There were several details to cover.

But significantly, I wanted Arundhatī Joshī to know there was at least one thing she didn’t have to worry about any more.

Vinod Sharmā had left three separate life insurance policies, and Arundhatī Joshī was the sole beneficiary of all three policies.

Arundhatī Joshī was going to receive three million dollars.

There was only one condition however.

Arundhatī Joshī had to live in relationship with me.

Arundhatī Joshī smiled and fulfilled the last wish of her husband.

That was what she herself was dying for.

Her late husband had actually gifted her everything she needed immensely.

Three million dollars and me.

Arundhatī Joshī never needed anything else.

Vinod Sharmā really loved his wife, Arundhatī Joshī, very much.

Chapter 32

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 30

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 30

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

She drifted down to her knees.

She brought her hands to my jeans, and as she undid them and worked the zipper, she glanced back up to see the utter pleasant shock on my face.

She pulled my engorged Bachhalyā shaft from my jeans and the thickness again amazed her.

Her fist worked around me and she stroked at me.

She hadn’t felt this emboldened, or this invigorated, in years, she knew.

She glanced up.

“Do you want this?” Her voice was meek but clear.

“Yeah!” My response was quick and sure.

We both chuckled.

With her still looking up into my face, she kissed the head of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Her right Joshī Brāhmañ fist moved determinedly on my Bachhalyā shaft.

We both knew she was shocking me with this, but we both also knew she was liking doing this and being shocking.

She kissed my head again, and as I moaned and looked down at her, she opened her mouth wide, pushing it down over my head and to where several inches went into her extremely beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth.

She started sucking at me fervently, with her small fist pumping away at my length.

Her cheeks were reacting with each stroke of me she made.

I wasn’t going to last long and we both knew it.

I gripped her hair in my hands, and I started showing that I was close.

I narrowed my eyes and my brow tensed.

A sudden familiar sound startled us both.

The grinding sound of the garage door sliding open reverberated.

She flashed a panicked look at me.

“Hey, hey, hey! That’s Vinod!” Arundhatī Joshī snapped.

Much to my pleasant shock again, she didn’t even slow.

She just kept looking back at me and pumping me into her mouth.

She may have even picked up her pace, but otherwise she continued to suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

A car door slammed, yet my face never twisted even a bit with concern.

“We have to stop.” I urged.

The kitchen door opened downstairs and swung closed.

“Honey, I’m home.” Vinod Sharmā’s voice called out from downstairs.

Arundhatī Joshī still did not take me out of her mouth, and now I seemed to be pulling at her hair.

My eyes gave a look like I was surrendering to something within me.

We could both hear Vinod Sharmā at the foot of the stairs, and I spasmed violently, exploding into Arundhatī Joshī‘s mouth.

First, one full stream of my Bachhalyā sperm shot into her Joshī Brāhmañ mouth and throat, and then two more quick loads spurt about.

My body contorted and a third spray released.

Arundhatī Joshī gazed up at me with half-closed eyes.

Her Joshī Brāhmañ lips were still around me.

Steps could be heard making their way up the staircase, and Arundhatī Joshī let my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund pop out of her extremely beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth.

The long, thick member remained semi-hard and a last release spilled into her Joshī Brāhmañ mouth.

I worked my jeans up and started fastening them.

I looked at Arundhatī Joshī, and she looked unsteady on her feet as she gave me a mischievous smirk and wiped at her mouth with two fingers.

Vinod Sharmā could be heard getting to the top of the stairs, and I watched Arundhatī Joshī dab the two fingers between her lips, licking them clean.

I watched in utter pleasant shock, as Arundhatī Joshī opened my bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

I stood at my door and watched Arundhatī Joshī go the few feet to where Vinod Sharmā was heading into their bedroom.

“Hey honey,” Arundhatī Joshī said to Vinod Sharmā, as she tilted Vinod Sharmā’s face towards hers.

Arundhatī Joshī planted a big, full kiss on Vinod Sharmā before Vinod Sharmā walked on into their bedroom.

I stood looking at Arundhatī Joshī pleasantly dumbfounded, as she looked back to me before joining her husband in their bedroom.

Arundhatī Joshī made a point of looking in the direction of my Bachhalyā crotch, and then she smiled.

She pointed to my jeans and then made an up and down motion with her fingers.

I looked down to see what she was referring to, and I then realized my jeans were unzipped.

I looked up and back at Arundhatī Joshī, who smiled brightly to me before ducking into the bedroom.

After the tumultuous Saturday, we all went to dinner together.

Vinod Sharmā drove, and Arundhatī Joshī was in the passenger seat, while I quietly rode in the back seat.

Vinod Sharmā talked golf, as Arundhatī Joshī peered out the window.

She felt a swirl of different emotions about the last two days.

She especially felt regret at having pulled the stunt she did just earlier, when she had gone up and kissed Vinod Sharmā once he got home.

That was stupid and wrong.

She rationalized it to herself by thinking about how elated she had felt at finally having had passionate sex with me, after years of her and Vinod Sharmā barely touching.

Even though it was with me, which was a whole other set of problems itself, it was still not justification for having done something so devious.

She swore to herself she would make it up to me.

The car was almost to the restaurant as she was also shocked, as well as delighted, that she had even let herself do some of the things she had done.

Sure, she had fantasized about different acts or such, but she had never really been a daring partner.

Not at all.

To have done the things she had in the last two days simply shocked her.

As we pulled to the valet, she flipped her vanity mirror down to adjust her makeup.

She used the opportunity to look in the mirror to the backseat at me.

I was looking ahead and clearly fixed in my own thoughts.

She felt jarring guilt.

She felt the guilt for having been the way she was at the party with me, and then she wrestled maddening guilt at the notion of having had sex with me.

Maybe she was going insane, she thought.

But just as she had already done in her previous reflections on the day, where she had kicked and thrashed herself inside for having had sex with me, her thoughts at once went to the both of us together.

It was like she looked at me in two totally different ways.

She knew she had to have some malady, she figured, but she looked at me as a Bachhalyā on one hand, and on another, she viewed me as this ever young, virile man.

She further justified clearly I was experienced with even Brāhmañ women already.

I had not been an unwitting victim, she believed.

I had pursued her, just as she had accepted my advances.

She also repeatedly thought of herself as pathetic in a way.

She could no longer claim to be a good friend’s wife.

She could never claim this ever again.

Plus, it was likely she had unalterably changed her relationship with me to where there would be at least some negative consequences.

All of these rational thoughts replayed in her head, but as if on cue, her focus shifted.
She stood, straightened her skirt and looked over at me who was also standing and looking over at her with a grin.

Yes, it was all of those things alright, but she still felt the way she did.

She loved me, and… well, she wanted me.

She felt a chill as we all went into the restaurant.

She held her head up, but she gave it a small shake in bewilderment.

All appeared calm and collected, but as we walked in together, she did so with the knowledge that her exchanged glance with me had made her wet.*

At our table, all the three of us soon were downing drinks.

Of course, I juices only.

Vinod Sharmā had his first of probably many Scotch and waters.

Arundhatī Joshī ordered her favorite Chardonnay, and I stuck with my usual juices.

There was a comfortable atmosphere despite the morning’s confrontation, as Vinod Sharmā and I talked up the football games going on for the weekend.

Arundhatī Joshī didn’t really join in the conversation, but she didn’t really mind either.

She took a devious enjoyment in sitting back and observing us.

Vinod Sharmā spoke as he understood I was conditioned to do, and that was authoritatively.

He’d learned long ago to think and feel confidently and it had served him well.

Plus, I was his friend.

He felt good speaking to me with assuredness.

Of course, Vinod Sharmā knew what the games meant for the teams involved, and Vinod Sharmā felt good about my view of who would do well.

I delighted in sharing this with me.

I had always felt there was an inconsistency with how interested my friend was in even talking to me.

He’d soak this up, even if at times Vinod Sharmā seemed kind of… smug.

I smiled to my friend and nodded.

I also occasionally stole looks at my friend’s wife.

I was amazed.

I saw this composed, elegant young woman, the same image I had observed for years.

But now, I also saw this young woman who looked just slightly steeled to where she was avoiding the visibility of layers that shouldn’t be seen.

One layer was a restlessness that contained an appetite.

This was a layer she didn’t want detected.

It was a layer that made her incredibly more interesting and desirable to me now.

For herself, Arundhatī Joshī wondered how these guys could care so much about such a meaningless thing as the football games.

Her glass never left her hand as she savored each drink of the white wine.

She couldn’t help but marvel somewhat at me, as I showed absolutely no discomfort or inhibition at the table at all.

Here I had just spent some of the day betraying my friend as severely as I could, and I seemed utterly unfazed.

She choked at her wine as she realized the exact same thing could be said of herself.

Both men looked concernedly over to her, and she waved us off.

We resumed our conversation effortlessly, as she resumed her thoughts on my lack of concern as well as her own.

In her mind, she and I just cared for each other deeply.

It was so intense that it was like we were compelled to show it physically, she told herself.

And, she concluded that this must explain my ease with the situation as well.

After a couple of more drinks and the appetizer, Arundhatī Joshī found herself looking more and more at me.

When I’d return her look, I gazed back with a look Arundhatī Joshī adored.

It was a cute but desirous look as well.

It was hard for her to believe, but exactly what she wanted.

She admonished herself that she needed to be careful, but part of her didn’t care.

She made herself participate more in some of our talk, but she started feeling that Vinod Sharmā was just acting too… smug.

It agitated her somewhat.

During the meal, Vinod Sharmā took stock of the evening and felt a sense of contentment.

I liked and admired his wife, regardless of whether he still found her desirable.

Their comfort and security with one another was one of the best things he valued.

As far as his other needs went, he had solved that issue some time back.

Just like on this particular Saturday, his routine was golf with buddies.

He inwardly grinned knowing his Saturday routine also always included the stop by his favorite massage therapist on the way home.

There was that hour of alone time and relaxation that always culminated in the young Musalmān woman finishing his massage in a delirious release that left him sated.

This never failed to calm him and make Saturday evening that much more enjoyable, knowing his every need had been met.

This evening was no different.*

The car ride home from the restaurant was quiet and subdued.

Everyone had eaten well and had enjoyed drinks throughout the evening.

Everyone was also lost in his/her own thoughts.

Once home, Vinod Sharmā and Arundhatī Joshī made their way straight to the kitchen for night caps to take upstairs to bed.

I went to my room to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts.

I was looking forward to watching the end of the football game on TV.

Arundhatī Joshī followed Vinod Sharmā back upstairs, and she found herself excited with an idea she’d come to over the course of the evening.

She changed clothes into a nice teddy while Vinod Sharmā readied himself for bed in the bathroom.

This would be her chance to make things right with Vinod Sharmā, she figured.

Vinod Sharmā stepped out of the bathroom and directed himself straight to the bed.

Pulling back the covers, he heard Arundhatī Joshī speak to me from where she was standing across from him before getting into the bed herself.

He saw the black teddy and grinned.

“Hey baby,” she purred and she tried to give a sly grin.

Vinod Sharmā chuckled.

He continued pulling himself into bed.

Arundhatī Joshī slipped under the covers beside him.

She slid over to him, and he felt himself brace as she did.

“Sweetheart, you look great,” they both knew there was a ‘but’ coming.

“I’m really beat tonight, you know? I mean, we partied last night. I played golf all day. Then, all the drinks and food tonight. I got to get some sleep, that’s all.”

Arundhatī Joshī patted at her hair trying to seem unaffected.

“Hey, I understand. Don’t worry. I can help you get to sleep, you know?” Her hand went to his side and rubbed him.

Vinod Sharmā shifted in bed, effectively moving from her.

“Tell you what, let’s hold that idea till in the morning. We’ll do just that. I’m beat tonight.”

Arundhatī Joshī flopped over onto her back on her side of the bed. She stared dejectedly up at the ceiling.

Then, she popped out of bed, shrugging off the nightie and pulling on her satin robe.

“I’m going downstairs for a drink.”

She pulled the door loudly shut, as she stormed from the room.

She tugged the robe tightly to her body, and she tried to compose herself as she descended the stairs.

Incredibly, she had gone from feeling buoyant and bright to weak and insecure in Vinod Sharmā’s swift rejection of her.

Just calm down, she told herself.

Propped on the sofa and engrossed in the football game, I noticeably brightened when she entered the living room.

Arundhatī Joshī beamed right back at me.

She was very grateful for my reaction.

“Hey,” she looked at me, then the TV and back at me.

“How are you doing?” I asked with a warmness in my tone.

“I’m okay.” She sat in a chair facing the sofa and she tried to show interest in what I was watching. “Who’s winning?”

I answered, but it was completely lost on her.

She nodded absently and acted like she was watching along with me.

I went about trying to explain to her how the pro football teams played Saturday night games when December rolled around, when they typically would not previously in the season.

Arundhatī Joshī listened and looked at me, but she didn’t seem genuinely interested in the subject, only in holding my attention.

I grinned appreciatively at her.

Arundhatī Joshī stood and walked to the kitchen.

She went to refresh her glass, knowing full well she should stop and leave well enough alone. There was a haze from the night’s indulgence that she was aware of and decided to continue to fuel.

She drank her wine and paced a couple of steps in the kitchen.

She found herself standing in front of the sink where a large clear window overlooked their back yard.

Arundhatī Joshī stared longingly out the window.

Her thoughts jumped around.

She could make out her reflection very well in the clean glass of the window.

She saw a younger woman that she wondered about.

She had this self-image, but she wondered now whether it fit.

She doubted her looks any more, and now she began doubting even her own judgment.

Hadn’t she made a huge mistake?

What could she be thinking, having these feelings about me?

Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā.

Was she just desperate?

Was she just starved?

She drank more of the wine from her glass, and she gave an answer at least to the last question.

After the day she just experienced, she recognized that she had been missing a lot.

It was just the truth.

And, if she was being really honest with herself, the affection, and the sex, was still a need for her.

An important need, she admitted.

Against her better judgment, she thought about me and our time.

She took a deep breath as she thought about how I was and how I had made her feel.

She had to admit I had made her feel like she hadn’t in a very long time, if ever.

She silently stirred at how very well I had been with her.

Then, as if on cue, I materialized in the reflection of the window, and she saw I was now standing there behind her.

At first, neither of us spoke, even though we both acknowledged each other in the reflection with our looks to each other.

The tension was palpable.

Here she was downstairs with me.

She had come downstairs, leaving Vinod Sharmā upstairs in bed asleep.

She had come downstairs and found me here. And… She had stayed.

Arundhatī Joshī studied her glass for a moment and swirled it about. “Is the game still on?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the score now?”

“I don’t care any more.”

She smiled at me in the reflection. “Good answer.”

I looked at her intensely.

“Why aren’t you in there watching it?” There was a hint of challenge in her tone.

“Because you’re in here.”

She chuckled at this. “Mmmmmm, even better answer.”

She pulled a long taste of her wine.

Then, as if thinking better of our banter, she added, “You should go back to your game.”

“I don’t want to.” My hands went to her arms and traced up.

I started massaging her shoulders, and she seemed a little surprised.

At first, she tried hard to act indifferent.

She seemed to resist showing any reaction.

This was what she should do.

“Well, you should.” Her tone was thin and unconvincing.

I brought my hands back down her arms, and I leaned much closer to her.

She saw in the window how my head moved closer to her own.

“We can’t be that way again.” She said it quietly. Resignedly.

I opened my hands wide and went from her arms to her sides still massaging her.

She closed her eyes at my touch.

“You’re crazy. This is wrong.” She was even quieter than before.

No conviction was behind the words.

My hands glided wide over her belly and she wavered as she watched my hands on her, mentally noting how wide my hands were.

Her belly felt on fire from me.

She then felt me press to her from behind, my body was solid and straight.

There was definitely a bulge down there, too.

“Please… stop.” She was completely unconvincing and her words flat.

I paused like I might stop.

She froze in place.

A moment passed where she seemed to think.

She reached out and put her drink down, then reached with her hands to me.

We both saw me smile in the reflection.

“You are such a beautiful woman.”

“I wish that was true.”

“Of course it’s true.”

I put my hands to the satin belt of her robe and I waited letting her see what I was doing.

My hands drew a line over the belt out in each direction and back again, as her hands followed atop mine.

Her hands lightly gripped me, as if to discourage me.

I then raised my hands, and I smoothed at the satin robe, as I brought my hands higher up her Joshī Brāhmañ young torso.

We watched the material of her robe crease as the hands went up.

“I should go to bed.” She said it like she was commenting about someone else.

Her hands stayed at my arms as my hands reached to trace at the satin of the robe high on her chest.

I pressed at her robe, and she felt the lines I made over her breasts underneath, before going on to circle her chest with motions that went around the points of her robe where her nipples tented it.

My fingers rubbed the satin against her so that her nipples felt the satin press them and then release.

Impossibly, I was making them harder and more pointed with my caresses there.

She drew a sharp breath at my motions, and I lowered my face and spoke softly into her ear.

“Do you want to go to bed? Is that what you want?”

She raised her arms to put her hands in my hair up and behind her.

With this I dipped my head and started kissing her neck and over onto her shoulder.

She sighed and whispered.

I continued to kiss and lick her shoulders.

She clenched her eyes and opened them to see my hands pull the part of her robe where it crossed at her chest.

I just tugged it apart.

The robes’ sides backed away from each other, and the bare skin of her chest displayed in full view of the both of us.

Her breasts hung openly and fully, bottomed with the protruding pointed nipples I had teased when they were covered.

My hands came to them and held them, lifting just slightly.

Her entire body swooned a little at what I had done to her, as she acted unsteady.

Looking at her, I said more in her ear.

“You don’t want to go to bed, do you?”

There was a muffled sound from her.

I straightened my stance, and her head rested more back against my chest but still gazed forward at our reflection.

My hands moved again.

One swipe at the belt finished unleashing it, and my hands pressed at the open hips that appeared.

She sucked a deep breath at seeing her Joshī Brāhmañ mound uncovered as I had done, but then she grunted the breath right back out at what I did next.

My left hand stayed pressed to her hip, and my right hand crossed her skin at her waist.

I draped my hand to where it traveled from her waist to her Joshī Brāhmañ crotch and I unhesitatingly gripped her Joshī Brāhmañ sex in my Bachhalyā male palm.

We both felt her slick crease take in my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund easily.

“AHHHHHHHH!” She exclaimed at my entry.

As if reflexively, she brought her hips backwards.

This moved her crotch as if to leave my Bachhalyā Lund, but it also drove her bottom at my hard bulge.

I pushed back at her and held.

“Oh, Durgesh!” She yelped at me.

I couldn’t believe how wet and hot she felt to my touch.

When she bent forward and moved herself against my Bachhalyā hardness, I felt myself strain onto her Joshī Brāhmañ bottom pushed to me.

Overcome with her reaction, I brought my left arm under around her waist.

I maneuvered her around and away from the counter.

I had her wrapped in my arm and my hand holding her, as I physically brought her across the room to the kitchen table.

I forced her to the table, her back still to me, and pinned her there.

In one swift push, I had her bent over the table.

Her hands went out by her sides and braced herself.

She didn’t pull back up or slide in either direction away.

I saw no resistance from her at all.

I hovered over where I was rendering her bent over the table.

She slumped in a sprawl right in front of me.

We both heard her take a sharp gasp, when I flipped her robe up over her back from behind.

The next sound was a soft cry from her.

The gym shorts easily lowered to release my full erection.

I slid a foot of hers sideways, leaving her legs spread wide and further flattening her onto the table.

Arundhatī Joshī grunted, “Durgesh“, but I didn’t yield or slow in the least.

My left hand left her back where I had first thought I might have to hold her, and it went between her legs.

She reeled from my left hand reaching to her crotch and manipulating her there, fingers prying at her and opening her.

She felt lightheaded from the surprising physicality of it all, and she twitched anxiously under me.

With her lips worked open, a thick plunge pushed her forward and her upper body traveled up the surface of the table.

Desperately, she gripped to brace herself, as her body lifted impaled and defenseless.

Waves of tingling charges and profound pleasure washed over her, as she felt her helplessness at my Bachhalyā thrusts.

Her mouth fell open but silent, and her head tilted up and forward.

I thrust my hips and felt her warm Joshī Brāhmañ walls close and grip me.

I watched as her Joshī Brāhmañ ass bucked upward and took added pleasure that I was jerking her up and forward as I was.

I was working at her and pushing. Vigorously.

“UUNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” The moaning came from her throat as I pumped at her.

I held her by the hips and the slapping of Bachhalyā male flesh against Joshī Brāhmañ female flesh filled the room.

Arundhatī Joshī couldn’t believe how hard and thick I felt pistoning in and out of her, and she writhed uncontrollably.

I felt as hard and excited as I could ever remember being, with her lying out below me and my having my way deep inside her.

Her body jerked about with each pump from me.

My balls felt heavy right away and I wondered how long I could last.

Arundhatī Joshī shook her head back and forth and relished the fullness of me there.

She had never been taken as thoroughly as this.

Lightness and more spasms shot through her as she struggled to contain herself from screaming loudly.

She was bucking more and more as yet another orgasm rocked her.

As she shook violently, I was set off into my own.

Seeing her body shake as it did pushed me over the edge, and I grunted and shot into her.

I pushed and made a grinding effort at her as though I was seeking some finish even deeper within her.

With my hips forward and my back hunched I slowed to a stop.

Arundhatī Joshī still had her hips elevated and was impaled on me as she tried to catch her breath and her emotions.

Her chest was mashed to the table top and her palms were flat on it.

She let her head softly ease to rest on the table’s surface as well.

She at once thought of how she must have looked at me.

Her legs were spread lewdly.

She even felt her cheeks at her bottom open given the width of her legs being apart.

Her entire upper torso and arms were still pushed forward and the robe dangled about in disarray.

She had to have looked ravished.

Nevertheless, when she thought of how I even still felt to her, lodged within, and how exquisitely taken every part of her felt, she couldn’t suppress a big smile.

I had wildly fucked her.

Being a Brahm Padminī, Arundhatī Joshī had never even imagined it could be done to her too and yet Arundhatī Joshī could survive the ever wild Bachhalyā male attacks.

Durgesh was always right.

He, perhaps only he, knew perfectly how to fuck a Brahm Padminī optimum keeping her survive even then.

It was an art.

And Durgesh was the only master of this art.

That’s why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.

Chapter 31

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GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 29

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 29

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

Then, we had been clothed, but it had been startling.

Now, I was exposed, and it was even more so.

Without looking back downward, she followed in her mind her hand being drawn by my straight down between us.

I placed her Joshī Brāhmañ palm on my Bachhalyā shaft, and Arundhatī Joshī at once noticed how hard I was.

I carefully made her Joshī Brāhmañ fingers encircle me, and we both heard her audibly gasp.

While she had seen my Bachhalyā girth, her hand wrapping me now showed her just how endowed and very thick I actually was.

She again clenched her eyes, and she gave a little shake of her head.

No, she thought, there was no way this ‘thing’ was going inside of her.

Arundhatī Joshī was a Brahm Padminī.

She was extremely beautiful but she lacked sexual hunger as much as even her husband Vinod Sharmā needed.

Her mind spun with her thoughts.

She had never had such an experience, she knew.

Her mind searched for some kind of a reference, and all she thought of was a large fruit or a club.

Suddenly, there was another sensation though.

I brought her hand up and down slowly, and Arundhatī Joshī was then stroking me.

She felt her fist hold onto me, and it hit her that she did so to make it feel good for me.

She felt her Joshī Brāhmañ body flush at this realization, and there was dramatically increased warmth again inside her.

She flashed her eyes open and up at me.

I still had this intense, determined look on my face.

I looked down at her and I didn’t seem to be reacting.

Arundhatī Joshī sensed some kind of power or control about me, and it flooded her even more.

She had me in her hand stroking me, and I wasn’t showing a thing.

I maneuvered over her, while her hand held me, and she felt me move my hips back.

I eased forward and she heard herself cry out feeling the head of me at her Joshī Brāhmañ labial lips.

She immediately brought her legs back towards her to where her feet planted flat behind her buttocks.

She was suddenly keenly aware at how very open she was to me.

I moved further forward, and she yelped with her lips being splayed by me.

I stopped and I savored how tightly Arundhatī Joshī gripped at me.

Her hands frantically pressed on my stomach as if to stop me in place.

I gave her a moment and I kissed her.

She kissed me back, and then she spoke very softly. “Please… please be gentle. I am a Brahm Padminī. You are a Bachhalyā.”
With my face very close to hers and our eyes gazing into each other, I answered her and nodded.

“Yes, absolutely I will. And don’t worry. The enire infinite Brahm Padminīs are originally made for me. I know very well how to deal optimum with you Brahm Padminīs.”

She kissed me several times.

She rubbed her hands from my stomach to around my sides and then up to where my shoulders were.

One hand went to the back of my neck and cradled me there, while the other went into the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head beside hers.

She nestled her cheek to mine, and then I felt her legs move again.

This time she brought her legs straight back, and she tilted her hips up.

I felt her thighs grip my sides, and her feet came to rest at my back.

The realization that she had readied herself for me sent a charge through me and I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  stiffen even harder lodged at her Joshī Brāhmañ labial lips.

I started my hips forward and I could sense her lips cling to me and pull inward as I moved slightly into her.

She started with what sounded like an ‘ahhh’ in her throat as I flexed forward, and she instantly felt herself stretch with me as I moved into her.

Her Joshī Brāhmañ Brahm Padminī body was pushed upward on the bed as I gave her more, her head tilting back and her scream getting louder.

I stopped deep inside her.

Arundhatī Joshī drew a sharp inhale.

She grunted, and I wondered if she could feel me plant myself better on the sheet.

When she had taken a couple of breaths, I brought myself barely back but then thrust much more than before, and this time she screamed and shook violently.

I held her, and I felt her inner Joshī Brāhmañ walls convulse on my hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Her whole Joshī Brāhmañ body pulsed several times before I tried to move again.

Once she seemed to adjust, I moved back and then thrust again.

Her head tilted further back as her upper body writhed underneath me.

Her hands clutched me.

She moved her hips to try to create more space but she was filled.

I moved just off her chest to speak to her as she was panting at my ear.

I asked quickly.

“Are you okay, my darling, Arundhatī Joshī?” I wanted to be sure.

“I’m your friend’s wife.” Arundhatī Joshī whispered.

“Nonsense! You are my Joshī Brāhmañ Salhaj. You are entertaining your Bachhalyā Nandoī. In this Infinite BrāhmKalp now, it’s your moral duty, mérī Jān!”

Her head nodded a couple of quick times.

“Yeah, yeah.”

I withdrew myself by half and stopped to wait.

She still clung to me inside.

Her legs tilted to come further back.

I went slowly.

I moved forward, and her head responded with her body taking me in.

She seemed to release some tension with getting more used to me.

She felt herself still overwhelmed and seemingly impaled with me, as thick and as hard as I was inside of her.

I stayed moving only slightly as I shifted up and back some, her wet Joshī Brāhmañ walls feeling so very warm to me.

Though going only a bit at a time, I was still going back further and inward more deeply with each stroke, and she was moaning and writhing even more.

I didn’t think I could go more carefully when she again started to shake and whisper under me.

I kept moving but I spoke into her ear.

I was concerned.

“Want me to stop?”

I noticed her freeze with my question.

She thought for a moment, and then her own hips started moving more with mine.

“No, no, no. Never! Jut keep doing what you are doing with me.” She answered and moved with me.

I felt relieved and I also felt rejuvenated.

I looked at her face which I could see at an angle from where she still cradled me.

“No?” I asked it teasingly this time.

She grinned slightly back to me.

“Noooo. Keep fucking your Joshī Brāhmañ Salhaj, my dearest Bachhalyā Nandoī.”

I knew she was getting more used to me and I moved more inside her.

I increased my pace.

She still reacted to my powerful Bachhalyā thrusts with her Joshī Brāhmañ body being pushed forward each time, but she wasn’t seemingly out of control any more.

I liked how much she was getting more and more into it, her hips moving more against me now.

I looked at her, drawing her attention to my face.

I liked how she was moving with my Bachhalyā thrusts each time.

“Tell me.” I said it with a firmness.

She looked at me a moment unsure.

“Wh… , what?” Her face was rocking up and back based on my moving in her.

I spoke a little louder to her and it was obvious I was teasing her.

“Tell me what you want.”

With her face still reacting with each stroke from me, she smiled back at me.

She spoke very urgently to me this time.

“I want… I want… you… to fuck me.”

I picked up my pace, and she spoke in broken phrases back at me.

“Please… please… please fuck me, okay?”

Her extremely beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth opened widely as I propped my arms straighter and moved more weight onto my hands.

My hips gave long, full strides that started with my head at her lips and pushed deep into where my base would get close to her lips and my balls slapped at her.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She exclaimed as my hips started slapping faster at her.

I loved it when she moved her legs wide and higher, her legs swaying back and forth high in the air with the strokes I gave her.

“YYYYEEEEEAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” I grunted down to her, another wave washing over her that made her clench her eyes shut hard.

Once this orgasm subsided, I eased myself back and I took each of her calves in my hand right above the ankle.

She looked directly up and at me startled.

I moved her legs to where they could rest on my chest and now her excellent exquisite Joshī Brāhmañ butt was lifted off of the bed.

“OOHHHHH!” Arundhatī Joshī sounded shocked by this, and I started pumping quicker into her at this angle.

“Oh, oh, oh! Durgesh! Oh Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ,  Bachhalyā Piyā!” Her voice was high and shrill, and I started contorting to where both of us knew what was about to happen.

She brought her legs down to my sides once more, and I intensely moved my entire body over her, trying to thrust even more than I had.

“Yeah, yeah, Durgesh,” she urged me on.

She pushed back at me now.

“C’mon, c’mon, mérī Jān!”

I was moaning louder myself now, and I was closer to release.

She looked up at me, and this time it was her getting my attention.

She held my eyes on hers and she spoke clearly to me.

Durgesh, come in me. I want you to come in me.”

I bolted up and tensed hard, strokes still coming but slowing in pace.

I pushed against her.

She let me feel her Joshī Brāhmañ legs wrap tight to me.

“Yeah, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā, yeah, give it to me.”

I shook and screamed, as she took me in and she felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund surging deep inside her.

I slowed to a stop, and then I gave sporadic jolts of spasms as I finished my climax.

We exchanged the knowing looks of shock and satisfaction each of us felt.

We both panted, trying to calm ourselves.

Neither spoke at first.

Finally, she reached up and pulled at me, bringing me into an embrace.

We hugged tightly as I stayed lodged inside her, both of us joined.

“I love you.” I said to her.

“I love you, too.” She replied.

In the afternoon, Arundhatī Joshī tried to busy herself with the anticipation of her husband on his way home.

She felt such relief at having talked to me and I having said all was well.

She’d thought it would be, but still she felt much better knowing it was.

The fact that I had also talked to him during the day made it that much better.

She knew that we all could have a certain comfort level again, once we were altogether at home soon.

It was strange, she knew, but true.

She found herself lost in thought in the kitchen, staring out the window and thinking over her day with me.

A warmness and giddiness filled her.

She could not even remember how long it had been since she had felt such pleasure, such satisfaction.

She found herself wondering if she had ever felt that kind of pleasure.

She had felt so overwhelmed and so completely taken.

She also couldn’t believe she had let this amount of time go by without feeling such excitement, such pleasure.

Durgesh was always available to her too as well as to her much Westernized Sharmā Brāhmañ Nanads.

She decided she wouldn’t ever let life go by like that again.

Arundhatī Joshī had determined she liked sex and sensuality, and she had come to the realization that she didn’t have to do without it.

She had also made another discovery for herself. She had not worked out all of her qualms and problems with what had happened with me, and with what that meant she had done, but at the same time, she knew she should not have gone this long without physical love or appreciation.

She just absolutely should not have.

This was a consequence of both her and Vinod Sharmā getting complacent, but she knew she had tried.

And moreover, she’d keep trying.

She decided that Vinod Sharmā needed to decide what I wanted for himself and his own life as well.

As for me, she and I had talked candidly and straightforwardly later in the day.

She was surprised, and very relieved, to learn how assuredly that I said I could be trusted and that nothing would ever, ever be said about what we had done.

In Arundhatī Joshī‘s thinking, she believed me, and there was the added aspect that I would be horribly at risk if anything were learned of our time as well.

As a result, she figured that this was all actually under control.

Then, with the hopefulness that there didn’t have to be awkwardness shortly, she enjoyed a new confidence.

She kept thinking about me, and she admitted to herself that she continued to be enthralled by our tryst.

The incredible intensity she’d felt, and how very much I had thrilled and satisfied her, was something she had never known possible, and now she felt she wouldn’t trade anything for it.

As she stood lost in thought in the kitchen, she let herself wonder about something else.

As intense and as satisfying as the sex had been with me, she now had also determined that she would trust me.

Given this, Arundhatī Joshī thought of another idea.

She wondered whether it should happen again.

When she had talked to me, she had discussed it as if it was ‘over and done’.

Now, as she stood and reflected, she let herself reconsider that.

She played back over in her mind the party where it had started.

My kisses, my charm and my eagerness.

She thought of how she had come to view me as a man.

And with that thought, she let herself go a step even further.

She thought of how I was as a man.

I had such an endearing smile.

I was ever young and handsome.

She thought of how she and her friend had admired me.

‘Yes’, she was now able to admit, ‘yes Durgesh has such arms and hands’.

She smiled to herself.

She had never seen a penis anything like mine, much less felt it and felt it as I had given it to her.

Arundhatī Joshī had to admit standing there in her house that she had lost count of how many orgasms I had given her as we’d made love.

Rather, as we had made love and actually fucked.

She admitted to herself that she had let me fuck her, and she was now not only okay with it.

She had liked it very much.

She choked at her next thought.

She had actually loved it, she admitted to herself.

She knew that if it was up to her that she was going to let me have her again.

She felt dizzy at the thought of what she was concluding to herself, but it was true.

She had decided she would try to seduce Durgesh again, and if I was interested, then she was going to let me fuck her again.

Again and again.
Again and again.
Again and again.
Nonstop.

Endlessly.
She shook her head silently as she found herself moving from the kitchen to the stairs.

She smiled even though she told herself she should resist seeing me again and with Vinod Sharmā on his way home at that.

She climbed the stairs anyway.

She took several deep breaths as she walked the few steps down the hall to my room.

She took a moment to listen at my door, and upon hearing silence, she tapped my door lightly.

“Yes?” I answered.

She eased the door open and stepped just inside.

I was lying on my bed reading and looked up at her.

We both smiled knowingly at one another.

“Your Vinod will be home soon.” She held my look with her own.

“Uh, yeah. Okay.” I didn’t know what more to really say.

She continued to stand there, but her look went from pleasant to one of concern.

She looked down and spoke haltingly.

“I know what we did was so wrong. …”

I took her to be starting some sort of apology or confession of sorts, and I wanted her to stop thinking that way.

I jumped from bed and I interrupted her.

“Hey, everything’s fine.” I stood right in front of her.

My face peered down into hers.

I found her eyes showing a sparkle rather than a darkness.

I had affected her with my reaction.

“Don’t apologize.”

She tilted her head slightly as she thought of the best way to explain.

She spoke softly back.

“No, no. I wasn’t going to apologize.”

“No?” My relief was clear in my tone.

She took a step closing some space between us, and she placed a hand gently against my chest.

“No, honey. Not at all.” She took in a breath, needing some effort to explain. “Actually, I was going to admit. …Um, I was going to admit that, even though I know it was wrong, I just loved it. That’s all. I was downstairs, and I could not stop thinking about it.”

I grinned appreciatively and brought her to me.

She continued what she wanted to say even as I embraced her.

“Oh Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā, I could not stop thinking about you, really.”

She kept looking up at me, and even though I didn’t feel certain whether I should, I brought my face to hers.

I kissed Arundhatī Joshī fully, and I was relieved when I felt her kiss me back.

Her soft Joshī Brāhmañ lips were yielding easily to me, and I let my tongue enter her mouth.

I felt her moan into my mouth and I kissed her passionately.

We pressed ourselves to each other tightly and she felt lightheaded and overwhelmed with excitement.

We kissed hard, and she felt my tongue work about urgently in her mouth.

She broke free of me and pulled back.

She looked up at me, and she adored the lust and heat I focused on her.

She felt very aroused, and at the same time, she felt a compulsion to please me.

“I can’t even describe the effect that today with you has had on me, Durgesh.” Then, she seemed to decide something, and she acted on one of the most carnal of thoughts to enter her mind.

Chapter 30

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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 28

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 28

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

My abdomen was lean and defined, and she didn’t try to hide her gazing at me.

She stood still and absorbed what she saw.

No words came from either of us, but a couple of moments passed.

I watched her intently and we both knew she hadn’t just walked on out.

It was clear to both of us now that there was a distinct tension.

She spoke softly but clearly.

“We have to act responsibly here. You know?”

I just looked at her, and she felt a vulnerability with me.

Then she spoke again and immediately regretted what she chose to say.

“I have never cheated on your friend.”

She was turning again to leave when movement again got her attention.

She looked back and froze in place.

She watched my hands at my waist.

Her eyes followed my thumbs as they hooked into the band of my boxers and start them down.

She didn’t look away as I worked the fabric over my hips.

There was the black patch of pubic hair that first was revealed, but just afterwards there was the release of me at my Bachhalyā crotch as the boxers fell on away.

My long, engorged Bachhalyā shaft hung between my legs, and the large head pulsed where I was now fully exposed to her.

We both heard her gasp.

She took in the sight of me, and I savored watching the effect I had on her.

Her face tightened with intensity as it was clear she was flustered by me.

She swayed just a bit back and forth, and I wondered if she was showing some kind of indecision about whether to leave.

I felt myself twitch and harden more.

Arundhatī Joshī looked at my face and then back to my crotch.

With an unsteady awkwardness, she slipped back out the door.

I smiled triumphantly.*
I lay down and brought myself relief, thinking over the night and everything that had ensued.

I relished the forbidden nature of it all, but I especially liked and was titillated by how I had accomplished such an effect on my usually poised friend’s wife.

Arundhatī Joshī was stunned and confused in a way she

had never experienced.

She tried to get to sleep and just chalk the strange

evening up to the drinking, but the rational thoughts kept getting overwhelmed.

She went from reminding herself that she’d tried to make things right to the other part of the spectrum, where she knew she’d felt an incredible excitement at seeing me as she did.

Even more, she felt exhilarated at how turned on

she had become by all of it—the kisses, the groping and the confrontation at the end.

She tossed and turned, but eventually she had to admit to herself that she just couldn’t calm down.

In a last effort to assuage her restlessness, she let a hand pass to her middle.

Maybe she could just briefly comfort herself.

Her fingers found herself wet and hot to her own touch.

She swung her legs off the bed and launched onto her feet.

She padded her way over the carpet to the master bath, and closed herself inside.

Desperately, one hand reached to the sink counter for support, and the other hand went straight into her panties.

She stood fixed that way, as her mind reeled off the images of me standing in front of her showing her the biggest cock she had ever seen.

Her hand worked at herself in her panties.

She told herself the obvious—that I wanted to give it to her—and her head snapped back and she climaxed as hard as she had ever reached.

She gave multiple whispers as she kept herself from screaming as she really wanted.

The next morning brought the inevitable fog and hungover misery.

All three of us moved about slowly.

No doubt there were some others from the party suffering that morning, too.

But in our own household, all felt the damage from our party.

Arundhatī Joshī slowly made her way to the kitchen.

Her head pounded, and she felt queasy.

She saw me at the table and we exchanged quiet looks.

“Here, have a seat,” I politely gestured for her to take my seat, and I went to get her a cup of coffee.

She pulled her robe to her and sat down carefully. “You hungover, too?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. Sure am.” She muttered.

I brought her the coffee, and I thought of something to say to try to lessen any embarrassment from the night before.

My friend always played golf on Saturdays, and I knew he’d soon be leaving, so maybe I’d wait to bring it up until after my friend left.

As if on cue, Vinod Sharmā could be heard coming down the stairs.

He sounded like he was racing down us.

Arundhatī Joshī reacted as if perplexed by what we heard, and we both turned to watch him appear.

Vinod Sharmā charged into the room.

“Don’t let me interrupt anything.”

Arundhatī Joshī and I looked at one another, smiled boldly, and looked back to Vinod Sharmā who was clearly upset.

Vinod Sharmā’s hands went to his hips and he talked in the mimic of someone repeating what we had heard from someone else. “Yeah, Arundhatī Joshī was drunk enough she was kissing on my friend, intead of me.” Vinod Sharmā’s face contorted into horror. “I couldn’t believe what I heard. ‘Kissing’? Each other?”

Vinod Sharmā stood transfixed.

I kept smiling.

Arundhatī Joshī was sitting straight in her chair and visibly alarmed.

“What in the hell were you possibly thinking?” Vinod Sharmā’s voice rose with each word.

His head jutted with rage as he looked at his wife. “Have you lost your mind? Tell me—have you gone crazy?”

Arundhatī Joshī didn’t speak.

She just looked up at me.

Her bottom lip quivered.

Vinod Sharmā shook his head in utter disbelief and then he spat more words.

“We have to live here, Arundhatī Joshī! For twenty years, we HAVE lived here. Do you give a damn what anyone thinks of us? What in the hell do you think of yourself?”

I felt horrible yet never helpless.

I had to say something.

“Vinod, it was really not like it sounds. It wasn’t anything bad. We were just kidding around is all.”

Vinod Sharmā shot his attention over to me. “WHAT? Yeah? And just what were YOU thinking?”

Arundhatī Joshī stood from the table as if reprieved when Vinod Sharmā looked at me.

She hurried from the kitchen and off to go upstairs.

Both Vinod Sharmā and I watched her make her escape.

Vinod Sharmā continued with me.

“I cannot even begin to tell you how disappointed I am with you. I thought I understood you better. I really did.”

Vinod Sharmā stormed from the room, his disgust not the slightest bit dissipated, it seemed.

He slammed the door to the garage as he couldn’t leave fast enough.

I stood gravely now alone in the kitchen, trying to process what had just happened.

The whole situation seemed surreal.

How angry my friend was, the fact that there’d been the kissing at the party, as well as the other stuff—it all seemed like it couldn’t really be happening to him.

Yet it was, and it had.

My friend had left as angry as I could remember him, and my friend’s wife had run upstairs obviously mortified.

I tried to assess how I felt at it all, but I found myself in a fog.

As I stood there, I found an irrational feeling within myself.

Inside me was an overwhelming desire I felt driven by.

I thought of her upstairs, and I immediately went bounding up the stairs to her.

She was lying on the bed in hers and Vinod Sharmā’s bedroom.

She was turned onto her left side and facing away from me as I stood in our doorway.

I walked slowly into the bedroom and to the bed.

I paused for a moment.

She didn’t look over to me, but she did seem to bring a hand to her eyes, as if she were dabbing at her eyes.

I eased onto the bed, and she still didn’t turn to me.

I lay next to her on her side and faced her back.

I thought of what I should say or do, but I stayed silent.

After some time, I brought a hand to her back and I started just rubbing her back.

My hand moved gently over her upper back, trying to soothe her, and her shoulders did relax some with my touch.

Neither of us spoke.

I wanted to say something to try to reassure her, but I kept rubbing her instead, bringing my hand to also massage her shoulders.

I liked that we were just silently being there together.

Even though my friend had just left to go play golf in the routine he always kept, they probably both thought this risky just the same.

My friend had been very angry, and if there was a time when he might break his routine, then this could be it.

I thought it unlikely.

Arundhatī Joshī stayed still, except for the way her back responded on its own to my gentle strokes of her.

She thought of just how gentle and good my hand felt on her back.

She had several thoughts swirl through her own mind as we lay there.

She was aware she was still in a fog from her hangover, and she felt a tired and resigned effect from the drinking.

She also felt a vulnerability lying there.

My hand moved easily over her, and we both no doubt noticed the thin, smooth fabric of her robe and slip she had on.

She had a warmth pass over her as she thought about that slip.

Black and somewhat discreet, it could nevertheless be revealing if she turned over, she realized.

This thought together with her awareness of us being on her bed gave her a nervous excitement she liked but was leery of at the same time.

Just the same, she didn’t move.

She let me be there with her.

Then, as she had accepted my presence there, the dynamic changed.

Her eyes widened as she felt my hand clutch her shoulder.

She knew it felt as though I was urging her to turn onto her back.

She didn’t at first turn completely over, but she did look over her shoulder to me.

She knew she must have looked concerned and maybe even afraid when she did.

I was looking directly into her eyes, and I was showing no concern.

I seemed sure.

She was acutely aware of my confidence and also of my proximity.

I was lying closer to her than she had expected.

She felt my hand at her shoulder pull at her, and at once her shoulder was lowering onto the bed.

She kept my eyes, but she also knew that she wouldn’t for long.

She knew the robe was apart.

The black, thin satin of her slip underneath the robe curved into her cleavage and it was only a matter of time before attention went there, she knew.

She felt her nipples harden and swell.

She fought the instinct to try to cover her chest.

She opened her mouth to speak, but at first she said nothing.

Then, weakly she spoke in just above a whisper.

“We can’t be here like this.”

Her eyes looked pleadingly to me.

I looked back at her with my expression seemingly set.

She knew this look.

I looked determined.

She simply inhaled deeply.

When she sighed, she shut her eyes.

I closed the distance between us and I kissed her.

She only let the kiss go a couple of seconds before she was moving her face away from me.

To her surprise, my hand urged her face and lips back to me and I kissed her more urgently.

She focused on the fullness of my Bachhalyā male lips and the sensation she felt, and my lips parted hers.

My tongue passed her Joshī Brāhmañ lips, and she felt herself tighten her Joshī Brāhmañ mouth to my Bachhalyā male kiss.

She gave a shrill sound into my mouth and then it was like she let herself respond.

Her mouth moved about my vigorously, as she sucked at my tongue.

Emboldened by her, I kissed her harder, pushing my tongue further into where she was opening wider.

We stayed locked and embraced, twisting on each other.

As her mind swirled, my face went to her neck.

She felt my lips kiss and suck at her, as I made a wet trail down her neck.

I kept going lower to where my face met her open chest.

The kisses continued and she could feel her top being opened.

One of my hands manipulated her top to where her left breast was openly exposed.

I couldn’t help but stare at the large brown, hard nipple angled at me.

It practically covered the pointed end of her, and I kissed it there, taking its swollen texture at my lips and then strongly sucking inward to bring it straight into my mouth.

We both heard her grunt at this.

I sucked at her soft, full Joshī Brāhmañ flesh, and it was like I was trying to fit as much of her as I could into my Bachhalyā male mouth.

Arundhatī Joshī squirmed at the roughness of my taking each breast back and forth into my mouth and trying to devour them.

She panted at my urgency, as jolts seemed to shoot from her nipples throughout her Joshī Brāhmañ body.

Abruptly, she then felt my hands at her panties.

A fear seized her, and she reached for my hands as if suddenly trying to stop me.

I batted her hands away instinctively, and she started lurching up the bed as if in a panic.

We both heard her give frantic cries as if frightened.

My hands stripped her panties down and off, and she clinched her Joshī Brāhmañ legs together.

She was still panting and with her eyes clenched shut, when she realized I wasn’t moving any more.

She eased her eyes open to see me sitting back on my legs and heels and just peering down at her.

The only sound to be heard was of her breathing slowing, and she lay still there before me.

The top of her slip was still apart, and both breasts still lay open and bare.

Arundhatī Joshī thought of her waist as being similarly exposed, and I must have reached the same thought, as my eyes went to her there.

Arundhatī Joshī had brought her legs up and together during our scuffle, and she still had them pressed together.

The slip though stayed raised to her Joshī Brāhmañ torso.

Her stomach was uncovered as was her waist.

Even though her legs blocked the view of her Joshī Brāhmañ crotch, the inverted triangle of trimmed, black pubic hair was readily apparent.

Arundhatī Joshī saw my eyes stare at her there.

For a moment, she felt like I seemed contented to take in the sight of her.

It was as if I was absorbing her with my eyes.

I looked at her still erect nipples, and I brought my eyes down her body to where she had little left hidden.

My hands moved, and she flinched a bit.

She soon saw that my hands went to my own shirt.

I lifted it up and off myself.

Then, we both knew that it was she who was doing the looking, as her eyes surveyed all over my abdomen.

I was closer than the evening before, when she had seen me in my room.

This time there was a closeness that enabled her to see my skin taut over muscle and showing an apparent firmness.

I was watching her Joshī Brāhmañ female eyes follow over me, and I was still looking at her eyes when she returned to my face.

We silently studied each other.

Arundhatī Joshī became very aware of how she was lying in front of me.

This together with my bare chest in front of her, affected her.

She felt a warmth throughout, and she felt herself react between her legs.

She felt herself uncontrollably moisten her lips with her tongue.

I moved up off my heels to where I was now kneeling before her prone figure on the bed.

Slowly and assuredly, I moved my sweats down my hips.

I again watched for her eyes, and I saw her eyes widen when my sweats released myself and it jerked up and down once it was away from the clothing.

I felt self-consciously aware of how completely exposed I was to her, but even more, I had a surge of emotion from seeing her stare wantonly at my erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund bobbing before her.

Her extremely beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth had parted open and her eyes looked fixed.

She only refocused on me when my hands went to rest on her knees.

Just as my abdomen had appeared differently the night before, my crotch now impressed her more with its jutting Bachhalyā male thickness protruding in her direction.

Her belly churned with the thoughts and emotions roiling within her.

She was at once struck by my Bachhalyā maleness and by my closeness.

When my hands came to her knees, she looked back to my face and she wondered how she must have looked at me.

Her hands had been at her sides, but she brought them to rest on me at her knees.

There was a moment where we both looked at each other with her hands atop me at her knees.

Then, her eyes blinked quickly a couple of times, and we both felt her move.

Her legs slowly lowered to where we were straightening out onto the bed.

As her legs lowered and her feet moved toward me, we encountered where I was still kneeling on my knees.

When her feet reached my knees, each foot moved to the opposite side of my knees to where they would be open and apart.

She saw my eyes dart down to where her thighs relaxed.

She saw my eyes stare at her between her legs and she noticed me pulse there over her.

Then she felt herself even wetter when she moved her legs further open and away from where I still knelt.

And with that, I was moving forward and over her.

My arms propped on each side of her and she put her hands to my chest.

I felt very solid to her touch, and she sensed heat on my skin.

She lifted her head slightly from the pillow to look down our bodies and view me.

Her eyes darted from my crotch to my face and back again.

She seemed to stare as if to try to comprehend.

Several moments passed and I just waited.

I liked observing her and seeing her react.

While still looking down there at me, she clenched her eyes shut, and then she let her head fall back to her pillow.

Her chest rose and fell with her breaths.

She opened her eyes and she looked forlornly at the ceiling.

Sensing her concern, I took her hand from where she had rested it at my chest.

I was going to take her a step at the time, I figured.

I wanted to relish her reaction at each step of the way.

When I took her hand in mine, she automatically remembered the night before and how I had done the same thing.

Chapter 29

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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 27

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 27

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

Arundhatī Joshī saw her husband, Vinod Sharmā, across the way, and she was disappointed.

He seemed to be sticking with just a couple of the other men.

Arundhatī Joshī didn’t understand why it was that he didn’t move about or use this party as the occasion to mingle.

These were people they’d mostly known a good while, and she thought it best he be friendly and more open.

This holiday party was one of the social events Arundhatī Joshī always looked forward to.

She had picked out her form-fitting black dress weeks before, and her black heels were her favorites.

She liked especially when her friends noticed her choices, and she in turn appreciated theirs.

A couple of her friends were even very complimentary to her this year.

One had been so flattering as to compare her to the actress Anne Archer, and the way the actress had looked in a popular movie from years ago.

Arundhatī Joshī was guardedly aware of the comparison but didn’t say much about. She did take good care of herself, and she thought her bright eyes and full lips did accentuate whatever appeal she carried.

At 5’5″ and 120 pounds, she worked out regularly and ate carefully.

Arundhatī Joshī was proud she had maintained herself as she had.

This was regardless of whatever popular comparison was made of her to an actress.

A few minutes after nine o’clock, Arundhatī Joshī was near the front entrance of the clubhouse when she heard a newcomer being welcomed inside.

Her attention was piqued when she heard that deep, distinctive voice.

She’d recognize that voice anywhere, she knew.

She stepped quickly around a hall to the front entrance and then she let out a shriek.

“Heeyyyyyy!” She exclaimed upon seeing me.

My face brightened into a beaming smile, and I instantly embraced her.

“Hey, Arundhatī Joshī!” I answered as excitedly back to her as she had done with me. We hugged each other tightly, and those around us all smiled at our joy in seeing each other.

Arundhatī Joshī pulled back to look at me, and she talked of how I had already seemed to change.

We continued to hold onto each other as we quickly talked and started catching up.

After a few minutes, she took me by the arm.

Arundhatī Joshī ushered me on into the party and started showing me around.

Her first stop was with my friend, and while we may not have shown quite the excitement that Arundhatī Joshī and I had, it was still clear to her that Vinod Sharmā was glad to see me, their only friend in need.

Arundhatī Joshī slowly drifted back.

Shhe let me see others and mingle on my own.

She kept a watchful eye, as I easily roamed around seeing others just as effortlessly as she always managed.

She of course attributed that to herself and not to my more socially stunted and reserved friend, Vinod Sharmā.

Arundhatī Joshī also, for probably the first time, took notice of just what a man I was.

I clearly seemed more mature and more grown than she could ever remember seeing before.

I stood up straight and tall, always an imposing figure to her.

I had kept lean and athletic, and I was certainly handsome, making Arundhatī Joshī reassured that I was popular with the girls back at everywhere.

A friend of Arundhatī Joshī‘s ambled beside her and also looked over to me.

“Wow, Arundhatī Joshī. He’s really utmost handsome still at his Sixty Six even, you know?”

Arundhatī Joshī couldn’t get out a spoken response, and the truth was that she was probably a little oft put by having a friend of hers make such an adult comment about her husband’s friend.

Arundhatī Joshī just shrugged, but the friend offered more.

“I mean, he’s really the stud they claim.”

Arundhatī Joshī paused as the friend added something Arundhatī Joshī would have never expected to hear. “Just look at the arms and hands on him.”

Arundhatī Joshī half-turned to her friend and playfully slapped at her.

“Ahh!”

Arundhatī Joshī gasped at the remark and they both snickered.

But as Arundhatī Joshī turned her attention back to me, she did exactly as the friend had suggested and she took in my arms and hands.

They appeared strong even at my Sixty Six and noticeably so.

Arundhatī Joshī mentally examined my hands and she felt a queasiness inside, as it registered with her that her friend had perceived correctly.

My hands did look more handsome than normal.

She turned back to her friend and she wondered if her friend had watched her eye me.

They just chuckled to one another, and they went for another drink.

Arundhatī Joshī didn’t know if the wandering observation meant she needed more to drink or whether it signaled she should stop.

It took but an instant for her to conclude that it meant for her to have another one.

As the evening wore on, she enjoyed her friends and neighbors, and she kept her glass refilled.

She felt such an excitement and happiness that she also replenished her husband’s glass as well.

She knew she was getting buzzed, but she also knew this was one of the few parties she really let herself relax at.

Besides, we were just a short walk from home.

During the party, she kept an eye on her husband, and she tried to see for herself just how much I actually did socialize.

She found herself regretting that he didn’t seem to try harder socially.

She believed that he would get more out of things like this party if he just put more effort into it.

Much to her tipsied surprise, she also found herself keeping an eye on me.

She liked how I did make the effort, and she was sure that I and she were so very alike at how we were both so social.

More than once, she found herself just watching me.

A couple of times, I caught her watching me, too.

I would just smile over at her and give some gesture.

Whether a small wave or a knowing nod, I never failed to acknowledge her.

Arundhatī Joshī felt an unusual mix of pride in me, together with a new-found appreciation for what an impressive ever young man I had become.

She wondered if I must have overnight reached this age where I was such a man.

She partially understood her take of me was influenced by the alcohol, and she warned herself to slow it down.

Arundhatī Joshī made her way carefully to the kitchen, and she poured the remaining drink she had into the sink.

She went to rest against the counter when she was pleasantly surprised by me moving right up next to her.

“Hey lady,” I smiled to her as if we shared a secret and she found herself feeling charmed by me. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

I openly laughed, and she did, too.

Arundhatī Joshī felt herself practically blushing and she let herself imagine I was almost flirting with her.

“Well, unfortunately, yes. I have.”

We laughed more at her playing along, and she shook her head at me.

She was definitely feeling the lightness from the wine when one of the guests in the kitchen chuckled and pointed towards her.

The few guests in the kitchen looked above Arundhatī Joshī‘s head and looked back down at her again, all of them smiling at what they’d seen.

Arundhatī Joshī was perplexed at first, and she looked overhead to see what they were looking at.

She found herself looking right up at a twig of mistletoe.

She looked back down and then over next to her.

She looked up at me, and when I grinned back at her, she just kept looking up to me.

Without really thinking why, she knew she was looking at me too long.

She was sure she was confounding me by putting me on the spot with herself under the mistletoe, but I surprised her right back.

It was like I didn’t miss a beat in answering her gesture of looking to me when I moved to her and took Arundhatī Joshī into my own arms.

To her shock, I brought my face to hers and I kissed Arundhatī Joshī directly on her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ lips.

I let it linger briefly, and she heard a couple of people reacting with ‘ahhhs’.

As soon as I pulled back, Arundhatī Joshī decided she wouldn’t be outdone.

Arundhatī Joshī reached up herself now and brought my face down, and as she did, she planted a full Joshī Brāhmañ female kiss directly on my own Bachhalyā male lips.

This time Arundhatī Joshī lingered and she was surprised when I didn’t pull right away.

Was it romance?

Was Arundhatī Joshī in love with me, her husband’s friend?

When I did break our connection, Arundhatī Joshī felt an exuberant rush she didn’t expect.

She pulled my face back, and gave another quick kiss.

This seemed to challenge me, and amid some audible reactions from the guests who were watching, I kissed her right back and a bit more urgently.

This time Arundhatī Joshī thought of my Bachhalyā male lips on hers, she thought of my seemingly upping the ante, and Arundhatī Joshī decided to do the same.

Arundhatī Joshī slightly opened her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth and she let her tongue dart forward.

My tongue was there and urgent itself, and it was the sounds of louder reactions from the other guests that finally prompted Arundhatī Joshī to release me.

We both laughed.

She knew her face was flush with the craziness of what had happened.

The other guests were buzzing in the background, but all she could do was look at me and quietly shake her head in amazement.

I smiled broadly.

Arundhatī Joshī took a long, confident pull on her drink.

She could only stare at me openly and feel a giddiness.

Without saying anything more, Arundhatī Joshī headed over to the hallway.

She was still dazed as she made her way to the stairs and headed to a bathroom.

I had certainly surprised her.

She figured she had surprised me, too.

Arundhatī Joshī was still feeling a lightness from her kisses with me, as she freshened herself in the upstairs bathroom before coming out.

She checked her hair and make-up in the mirror, and she was pleasantly amused when she realized she had to re-apply her lipstick.

She was incredulous that she was using more lipstick because of kissing me.

She chuckled to herself as she carefully dabbed at her full lips with the red gloss.

When she was contented with her composed look once more, she opened the door and started back out to the party.

As she got into the hall she flinched as she came directly in front of me.

I was standing right in front of her and grinning down at her.

She started grinning right back, and she drew a sharp intake of breath when I took her by the arm and pulled her into an adjoining room.

I closed the door behind us where we were then alone.

She felt shock as I was once again bringing my face to hers, and she shocked herself when she decided to just go with what I did.

I was kissing her again, and this time it was I who was opening my mouth to hers.

My tongue entered her mouth and wrestled with hers, and she started pulling back from me, only to feel me stay on her mouth. She felt herself relent to my kiss.

She felt the same giddiness she had started to feel in the kitchen only this time it was intensified.

The feel of me and the complete surprise of it caused her to stand there and just receive my forceful, full kiss.

She brought a hand to my chest and she was about to press it to my chest when I took her hand.

She felt my mouth move fervently on her own, and she thought I was about to break the kiss since she’d brought her hand up. Instead, she felt me move her hand.

I brought it down, and in a one smooth motion it went right on top of my Bachhalyā crotch.

Arundhatī Joshī immediately tensed and she shrieked into my mouth.

She pulled at her hand to bring it away, but I kept it pressed to me.

My tongue worked about in her mouth, and she felt herself instinctively react.

Arundhatī Joshī had felt my Bachhalyā hardness in her Joshī Brāhmañ hand, and when she couldn’t remove her hand, she’d done something else instead.

Arundhatī Joshī squeezed at me there and held it, deliberately now, entirely unashamed of herself.

Hey Bhagvān! God, Arundhatī Joshī never knew she loved me as her man so much.

She never knew.

She never knew.

Yet the proof was there.

The realization of my Bachhalyā  length and thickness overwhelmed her and Arundhatī Joshī let herself move her hand up and down me as if to be sure she was feeling what she was feeling.

She then felt my hand go quickly up under her dress and between her legs.

Complete shock hit her as she felt my Bachhalyā male palm cup her Joshī Brāhmañ mound.

She absolutely could not believe I had my hand on her panties and was feeling her there.

As if the reality came in a jolt, she knew to stop.

“No,” she snapped, “no.” She yanked my hand from between her legs.

She looked to me and my face looked intense where I was clearly aroused and focused on her.

She smiled and shook her head.

I managed a smirk back.

She pushed to my side and escaped out the door, looking back over her shoulder to me as she moved away.

She wished she hadn’t been grinning as she was, but she couldn’t help it.

I grinned back as I watched her drift off to other females at the party.*

It wasn’t much longer before the three of us left the clubhouse and walked the couple of blocks home.

We arrived home.

It was as if Vinod Sharmā couldn’t wait to make it upstairs and collapse onto the bed.

Arundhatī Joshī noticed me stealing glances her way repeatedly, no doubt emboldened by what had happened between us.

Arundhatī Joshī felt a strange fascination with the feelings between us and with my Bachhalyā male forwardness, but she made herself be the responsible one and not permit it to go further.

As Vinod Sharmā started climbing the stairs, I looked at her once again as she went to follow Vinod Sharmā to bed.

She looked back at me, and there was a conspiratorial smile between Arundhatī Joshī and me.

When she kept going up the stairs to follow Vinod Sharmā to bed, I fell along behind them to climb up the stairs.

The three of us marched up the stairs.

Arundhatī Joshī felt an uneasy vulnerability knowing I was behind her and no doubt looking up at her excellent exquisite young Joshī Brāhmañ rear as she stepped.

She looked over her shoulder down at me, and sure enough my eyes had been glued to her Joshī Brāhmañ bottom.

We got upstairs.

Vinod Sharmā and Arundhatī Joshī started in one direction with me going the other.

We said our good nights.

Arundhatī Joshī again looked to a grinning me and shook her head as if in disbelief.

I kept her look as she went into the bedroom with Vinod Sharmā.

Arundhatī Joshī hadn’t yet started to undress and she felt compelled to say something to me.

She wasn’t sure what exactly, but as she gave Vinod Sharmā time to undress and ready himself for bed, she decided to go and speak to me.

Vinod Sharmā was falling into bed and into a certain stupor when she told him she’d be right back.

She mentally gathered herself to comfort me and tried to compose her thoughts as she went down the hallway.

A mix of feelings swirled within her, as she knew she had to be the authoritative voice of reason, but yet she was also still enjoying the playful side of whatever was going on.

She got to my bedroom door and she took a deep breath.

Usually, she might knock first, but she decided just to let herself in.

She quietly pushed the door open and slipped just inside.

She closed it back, but she didn’t move further, staying where she was leaning back against the door.

When she entered, I turned to her from where I was across the room.

We both froze and stared at each other.

I was in a t-shirt and boxers, and she managed to stay focused on my face.

“Hey.” She said meekly, when she had intended to come across as authoritative.

“Hey,” I responded and my voice sounded deep and rich to her.

Her mouth parted to say something, but at first no words came.

She instantly knew she’d made a mistake.

She surprised even herself at feeling so disinclined to act firmly with me.

“Um, I’m not sure what happened back there,” she started but I interrupted her, sounding clearly more certain than her.

“You’re not?” I sounded disbelieving her.

I crossed my arms and leaned back Imyself this time, using a desk in my room to prop against.

“No, um,” she hated sounding so unsteady as she heard her words come slowly.

Then, against better judgment, she let her eyes look downward and we surveyed my barely clad body.

Her eyes noted the thin boxers I had on, and there was a large, considerable lump in the middle of them.

She looked quickly back up to my face, but I was grinning appreciatively at her apparent interest.

She shook her head and tried to change her tone.

“I was out of line tonight. …”

“It was both of us who felt what we did.”

“Well, we shouldn’t have done that.” She sounded a bit more firm and resolved, she figured.

I seemed to relax my stance just a bit, as my arms unfolded and I simply put them at my sides.

I softened the look on my face and spoke as if to reassure her.

“It’s okay. Really it is. We were both into it, you know?”

Arundhatī Joshī stood more forward and the concern now came through in her voice.

Durgesh, no. No, it’s not okay. For goodness sake, I’m your friend’s wife. And… I’m married after all.”

She immediately regretted she’d added such an obvious fact, but she was feeling shaken by my attitude about this.

I leaned just forward, too.

I looked at her caringly and spoke softly as if trying to calm her. “Hey, we are both adults. And… .”

I paused and we both were aware she hung on my words for my thought.

I continued in a slightly more hushed tone.

“And we both liked it.” I grinned.

She closed her eyes at my saying that aloud, and then looked back at me and replied.

“Well, we got carried away with all the alcohol and all. But nothing like that can happen again.” She said it in a gentle way and with a slight smile, and she started opening the door to leave.

She had the door ajar, but had yet to leave, when my movement gave her pause.

She looked to me, and I was stripping my t-shirt away.

I let it slip to the floor and then I stood straight, facing directly at her.

Chapter 28

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 22

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 22

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd

I noticed that a shadow fell across my back.

Having turned 66 I was the man of the house now.

I turned towards the sun to see the bronzed legs of Ħamīdah, dressed in her skimpy tennis outfit.

The skirt of this particular outfit did not cover her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot when she was just standing normally.

When she reached up to serve, she was probably completely exposed.

As she towered over me, I blinked back the sweat that rolled down my brow, trying to get a better look at her beautiful body.

Her narrow ankles flared at her toned calves, from all that tennis at home and at the club.

Her thighs were on the large size, due undoubtedly again, to all that tennis.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot mound was quite prominent, since my nose was just inches from it.

Could I smell the rich aroma of a woman’s, leaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?

The smell of earth and plant matter from my morning work masked that rich Musalmān aroma.

The small outward curve of her tummy accentuated her wasp thin waistline.

From down here, near her exciting smelling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her breasts hung over me like a veranda on a beautiful house.

From my crouching position it was easy to see why she was the main object of my many shower sessions.

Her husband, Al Ħamīd, the president of the largest bank in town got the other city father’s to give Lubnā and me this house after Al Ħamīd was killed thwarting an armed robbery at his bank.

They gave us this 3 bedroom house on the Al Ħamīd estate in gratitude for his selfless deed.

Personally, Lubnā would rather have Al Ħamīd than this house, but life does not always work that way.

Lubnā’s luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān body shaded me from the meanest part of the noon day sun, as a heady aroma from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wafted across my nose.

Guess she worked up a sweat playing tennis on her court behind the trees, because there was a prominent wet spot in her crotch.

I reached up to wipe the sweat from my brow, when she said,

“No. Let me do that.”

Her left hand steadied my jaw turning my face towards her as she bent over, at the waist, and reached out with her right wrist and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the cotton wrist band she used when playing tennis.

Of course, this forced my face within inches of her melon sized breasts which had just been an exciting veranda.

There was a wonderful sprinkling of freckles on the upper slopes, and I could see a bit of the puckered flesh nipple before it disappeared into her lacy bra.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  was hard as a rock and pushing the front of my shorts to the limit, when I heard her say in a very husky voice,

“See something you like?”

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was now running the show completely as I leaned towards her to capture one of those melons in my palm.

“Durgesh. Lunch is on! Get a quick shower and let’s eat!” Lubnā yelled from the kitchen breaking the spell that Lubnā had cast over me and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I ripped my eyes from Al Ħamīdah’s cleavage and looked into her eyes.

An expression of loss swept across her pretty Musalmān face.

She whispered,

“Another time. Durgesh.”*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār could never forget I myself showed her the tremendous newsroom of HVSI Times, when she visited.

It was a great honor for Al Jihad Al Vaqār that I was so much interested myself to show her how the utmost popular newspaper of HVSI functioned.

“I have never seen so many desks,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said with mounting excitement.

“One thousand eight of them,” I pulled her to me using my left hand around her slim waist already, “and the newsroom is over five acres.” I scanned the room and pointed, “Look down this row to the right. About the tenth one down. You can’t miss it – it’s the only clean desk on the floor. That’s the metropolitan section.”

“For Ved Nagar exclusively?”

“For Ved Nagar exclusively.” I smiled proudly, “You know Ved Nagar is actually an infinite City that has its own City Government with several special privileges.”

“I know.”**

I got up slowly brushing against Al Ħamīdah’s thigh, hip and breast as she was firmly within my personal space and did not budge as my sweaty body rubbed against her.

Actually, I could see, hear, and feel her gasp as my shoulder and chest met her lovely, round melon Musalmān breast.

“Durgesh” from the house set Lubnā in motion as she sashayed towards the opening in the fence between her mansion and our house.

My eyes locked on those firm Musalmān globes of her, obviously toned, ass cheeks.

At the opening in the fence, she glanced over her shoulder to see me ogling her beautiful Musalmān ass.

A smirk of a smile swept across her face before she swished her ponytail and was gone.

I stacked the cinder blocks that I had knelt on beside the back step as I entered the house.

Lubnā said,

“Who were you talking to?”

I told her that Ħamīdah was shagging some tennis balls and we spoke just before she called me.

A shadow swept across Lubnā’s face before she said,

“Hurry with your shower. Don’t want lunch to get cold.”

Did she glance at my shorts and see my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund standing at attention?

I went up the stairs two at a time and hit the shower.

I wanted to take my time and relieve my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, but that would have to wait till I had the proper amount of time I needed to re-live this last encounter with Ħamīdah.

After drying, I slipped on a tee shirt and nylon running shorts.

Didn’t immediately see my flip-flops, so I went back down stairs bare foot.

When I came into the kitchen, Lubnā was standing at the kitchen sink with her hands on spread on each side of her and her head canted slightly to the right.

Lubnā was at least 6 inches shorter than Ħamīdah, who was probably about 5 foot 2 inches tall.

I slipped up behind her, quietly, placed my lips near her neck, and said, “Hi! Gorgeous. What are you thinking about?”

She shuddered and leaned back against me wiggling her tight Musalmān ass against the front of my shorts.

She always tried to seduce me either this way or that.

My lips came in contact with her neck, and I could feel the goose flesh pop up, so I kissed her and slid my lips to her ear.

She took my hands, which I had placed on each side of her, and brought them up to her breasts.

I started to pull away, but she held them firmly in place and forced me to squeeze them gently with her hands.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was back at attention and pressing between Lubnā’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks as she ground her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass against me in a circular motion.

Soon my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was sawing up and down her gorgeous Musalmān ass crack and my hands were squeezing her large, firm breasts with abandon.

She reached down, pulled her skirt above my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, and then tugged my shorts down enough so his head would rub against her panties.

In a low, guttural voice, she said,

“Yes! Fuck me Durgesh. Fuck me hard.”

On one of my pullbacks, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund slid between Lubnā’s legs and she spread them to welcome him.

It did take either of us more than countless strokes before we both came like crazy.

I squirted inside  her as I felt her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān cum wash over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund .

Lubnā sagged against me and meowed a very contented purr as I kissed her neck with my open mouth.

Like a flash of lightning, Lubnā stood up straight and pushed me back with her butt before pulling her skirt down.

She turned in my arms, and said,

“Get over there and eat your lunch, ever young Hindu man!”

A look was on her face that I had not seen since before her husband was killed.

She reserved a stern, flint hard expression for me when I committed the most grievous crime around the house.

I looked deep into her flinty eyes and she said,

“Pull up your shorts and get over there and eat! NOW!”

I walked, on wooden legs, to the breakfast nook, slid in, and looked down at my plate.

What the hell just happened?

What did we just do?

Why did it happen?

I only did what she wanted, why was she yelling at me?

I could have been eating barbed wire for all I knew.

My mind was replaying every step of the last.

How long?

She is my Lubnā. I love her without condition.

I know she loves me, but Lubnās and Durgeshs don’t do that.

No!

They do!

Every Lubnā and Durgesh do it now everywhere.

Even if some Lubnā’s husband, some Al Ħamīd comes in the way, he is removed by the System now, this way or that way.

It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

No Musalmān could have sex now even with a Musalmān woman.

No Brāhmañ could have sex with a Brahmāñī or Brahmkanyā.

A Musalmān Choot could have only an Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

A Brāhmañ Choot could enjoy only a Bachhalyā Lund into her.

Or, so they claimed.

Lubnā was only twenty-eight years old now, yet she was a widow and I had to fuck her now.

What triggered it?

I know I was horny from my encounter with Ħamīdah, but Lubnā?

She had not been out of the house since Lubnā gave her that red evening dress the year after her husband died, and they all went to the club.

Next morning, she made me take the dress back to Lubnā.

I guess Lubnā was horny too.

Too much pent up desires.

After all, she had devoted her life to me after her husband was killed. Scouts, PTA, Soccer, Football, Debate class.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār began to read this morning’s edition of HVSI Times.

She had taken it from a pile at the foyer entrance to the newsroom.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār wondered appreciating it immensely how I manage to serve mostly only positive news to my readers, viewers and audiences and could still manage to be number One.

Most of the news channels and newspapers never believed they could even survive if they didn’t serve negative news tremendously.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār skipped the SARC news and other foreign dispatches, skimmed, scanned the national news from New Delhi and concerned on the metropolitan news.

The attraction playing in Ved Nagar, it appeared, was development everywhere, mainly smart cities, seaplanes and Bullet trains.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār had become engrossed in this seemingly endless parade of the pleasure.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

She heard her before she saw her.

“Ms. Nellie Bly, I presume?” Her voice carried a lilt of immense appreciation.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s head came back.

She looked up as Bābarah Åālamgīr added.

“I’m Bābarah Åālamgīr, at your service, ma’am.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār scrambled to her feet.

She was somewhat surprised and disconcerted, unsettled, by Bābarah Åālamgīr’s immensely good looks.

She had expected HVSI Times’ best investigative reporter to resemble an aggressive ferret or a mole.

Instead, Bābarah Åālamgīr resembled an aging collegian that could easily win any damn beauty contest with excellence.

Bābarah Åālamgīr had gray eyes, absolutely marvelous gray eyes meant to take any woman immensely jealous of her and any worthy young man crazy to get her.

Moreover, as so many investigative reporters did, Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t smell any breath spray.

“I’m Al Jihad Al Vaqār – an intimate friend of your employer, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār introduced herself.

“I work for HVSI Times,” Bābarah Åālamgīr corrected Al Jihad Al Vaqār, “Durgesh doesn’t own HVSI. He is its lifelong Chairman only.”

“Yeah. HVSI is a democratic organization spread almost everywhere.”

“That’s right.”

We walked Al Jihad Al Vaqār about the endless newsroom, introducing her to a blur of receptive editors and reporters, mostly young Musalmān ladies, as Bābarah Åālamgīr tried to explain the organization of the newsroom.

Very little of what Bābarah Åālamgīr said was new to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

It was similar to the organization of her own newspaper, only there was more of it, very very much more.

I pointed out the location of the desks of the metropolitan editors, national editors, foreign editors, and the partitioned offices holding the sports desks, financial desks, culture desks.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār lingered with Bābarah Åālamgīr and me beside the copydesks, formed in the shape of a horseshoe.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched editors, most of them being extraordinarily beautiful Musalmān young ladies, sorting publicity releases and going through folders containing leads to future news events.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār followed Bābarah Åālamgīr and me into the wire room where several teleprinters pounded out news from around the Multiverse.

Most of this was from the HVSI Times’ own special correspondents, the rest of them were HVSI Press, news agency, PTI and other similar news agencies’ sources.

The flood of words pouring in dazed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

“How many words come in here every day?” she wondered.

I looked at her,

“You mean just on the wires? Or from our local reporters, police headquarters, City hall, and in general?”

“From everywhere.”

“About a million and three quarters words every twenty four hours. We print about 150, 000 of those words.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār groaned.

“How’ll a reporter ever get a word in edgewise?”

“It’s not how much a reporter gets in,” I told Al Jihad Al Vaqār, “If s/he makes it as an investigative reporter, her/his words will get in, plenty of them.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār trailed us through one department and office after another – advertising with its staff of 500, the morgue with its rows of clipping files, the reference library with its thousands of books, the picture editor’s offices and finally the composing room.

Each story came out there in computerized strips that were cut up, pasted onto boards, converted into plates that were photographed electronically.*

Lubnā came back from upstairs dressed in a cotton, print house dress that clung to her every curve without meaning to do that.

She did not speak or look at me, just slid into her place and began eating.

My mind spun like a wooden top.

When the last scrap on my plate was gone, I could not remember what I had just eaten.

I turned to Lubnā, whose face was down and said,

“When you are finished cleaning up, I want to talk to you in the living room.”

She did not look up or acknowledge that I had spoken.

I went to the living room and sat on the couch thinking about what I would say to Lubnā.

I went round and round and most everything sounded more like my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund talking than me.

I was going over everything for the 20th time when Lubnā came in.

She started to sit in the chair across the room, when I got up and guided her to the couch.

I sat her next to me and she burst into tears.

I pulled her to me, and could feel her sobbing and my tee shirt got wet from her tears.

I stroked her back in the best soothing motions I could manage while my mind boiled over with all the thoughts and emotions that I could manage. As her sobs subsided, I whispered into her hair,

“I love you with all my heart, Lubnā.”

This brought on another avalanche of sobs.

I patted her for a few minutes and then pulled her chin up and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Her eyes popped wide open, she pushed me back and said,

“Durgesh! This is wrong. I am your Bahū Bégum.”

I held her gaze steadily and said,

“No Lubnā. What is wrong is that both of us are living under this roof and we are both completely in need of sex. You need it even more than me. That’s why you never listened to me when I opposed it myself.”

“I’m sorry to suck you when you were asleep.”

“You didn’t only suck me you fucked me too wildly after sucking me.”

“You could have stopped me. You were never asleep. You were only pretending to be.”

“I didn’t want to insult you. I never insult a woman if she offers herself to me.”

“Why not?”

Chapter 23

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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 26

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 26

Durgesh Lajjā Mukherjī

Durgesh Sudhā Pandyā

Durgesh Smr’ti Kulkarñī

Durgesh Ābhā Upādhyāý

There were lots of crazy parties with women who wanted to have sex with me.

I hooked up with a bunch of them.

I’m not dating anybody seriously.

I really just wanted to concentrate on getting good women.

Although, I loved going to frat parties and certainly enjoyed loose women.

I was going to be spending the summer with my friend and his wife in Florida for the summer.

I was really looking forward to sleeping late, hanging by the pool, long soaks in the hot tub, and fun in the sun at the beach.

I didn’t plan on doing anything other than those things.

My friend would be out of town for the first month that I’ll be home.

He was doing volunteer work in Africa.

My friend was a wealthy man.

He owned ten car dealerships here in Florida.

He didn’t really work much these days.

He was more of a philanthropist.

He had always wanted to do work in Africa.

They were building a new hospital and he wanted to be involved with it.

He did say he’d make it up to me when he gets home.

Of course, Lajjā Mukherjī, his wife, would be home.

Lajjā Mukherjī was my friend’s little princess.

She didn’t do a damn thing.

I guess with her body and her looks she really didn’t have to do much.

I guess she was a trophy wife.

I wouldn’t mind having her on my arm.

She was a knockout.

Lajjā Mukherjī was thirty years old and my friend was sixty.

He really gets a kick out of her.

He treated her like his little prized Barbie doll.

I think he really gets off by it.

He bought her anything she wanted and even plastic surgery if she wanted that too.

I knew he had her breasts done, not sure she had any other work.

I often wonder if she cheated on my friend.

I didn’t know if she would.

She had a really wonderful life and I was sure she’d never want to fuck that up.

All she had to do is just look good.

She didn’t clean or cook.

He has people to do that for them.

She just had to always look like an absolute doll.

He must fuck her a lot.

I bet he popped Viagra all damn day to keep up with her.

I haven’t seen her since last summer, but Lajjā Mukherjī really makes my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund hard.

She had a hard Mukherjī Brāhmañ body.

She was very fit and always going to yoga classes.

Lajjā Mukherjī was 5’8″ and she had long blond hair, which she always put in an elastic band.

She had blue eyes and the longest legs.

Her breast implants were about a 38D.

My friend loved for her to wear very skimpy clothing.

My pants always get a little tight when looking at her body.

Lajjā Mukherjī was quite the flirt and loved to get a reaction out of people.

She loved me to want her.

It’s a whole little act that she does.

I really didn’t know if she’d really want to cheat, but I guess if my friend wasn’t around she might.

I guess time would tell.

I just arrived at the airport.

I walked over to the check-in desk and showed them my boarding pass and my airline ticket.

I checked my luggage and then proceeded to the security area.

After I was cleared, I then went to a coffee shop in the airport and bought a coffee and a magazine for the trip.

As I was waiting for the announcement to board our plane, I had noticed a lot of attractive women who were traveling alone.

Some of them were dressed to kill and I was hoping that I’d be lucky enough to sit next to one of them.

After about an hour, they finally made the announcement to board the plane.

All the passengers started to walk onto the plane.

Once inside the plane, I went to the overhead compartment and put my bag up inside the storage area.

My seat was by the window. I sat down and got myself comfortable.

I was pretty excited, one of the attracting looking babes sat down next to me.

She was really hot.

She had on a very short black dress.

She had enormous tits.

She was a blonde with blue eyes and she was really leggy.

She was really in great shape.

I knew this would be a fun trip.

I was already starting to get hard in my jeans.

It wasn’t a terribly crowded flight.

Thankfully, nobody else sat in the row.

It was just her and myself.

“Hey, I am Sudhā Pandyā.”

“Nice to meet you. I am Durgesh.”

“I am so glad to sit next to a hunk.”

“I am glad to be sitting next to a goddess.”

“You’re very sweet. I like you.”

We giggled and we put on our seat belts.

The stewardesses went over the safety instructions and then we were getting ready to take off.

The plane then got up into the air without any problems.

The stewardesses started to come around with the drink carts.

We were in the middle of the plane.

Sudhā Pandyā‘s dress was too tight.

I was able to get a really good look at her Pandyā Brāhmañ cleavage.

She had huge breasts.

I’d say she was 38D, kind of like Lajjā Mukherjī.

I was really hoping to have some fun with this babe in the air.

I was definitely wanting to fuck her and be part of the mile high club.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nobody steady. I go to college at the University of Alaska as an honorary Professor of Psychology. I was going to be staying at my friend’s for the summer.”

“That sounds lovely. I also go to the University of Alaska. I’ve never seen you there. In the fall, it’ll be my last year. I probably would continue and get my master’s degree. Nowadays, it seems you need to have that type of a degree.”

“I just finished up teaching my first year. We’ll have to exchange numbers so we can go out sometime. I’d love to see you again.”

“That would be really great. It’s nice to have interesting and gorgeous friends.”

Sudhā Pandyā put her hands on my thigh and she whispered into my ear.

“You’re really hot. I am so horny. Do you want to have some fun?”

I smiled at her with a wicked grin.

It was almost like she was reading my mind.

With that, she stood up and got a blanket out of the compartment storage.

She sat down and moved her dress up.

She wasn’t wearing any panties.

She spread her legs and put the blanket over her lap.

I then put my hand under the blanket and played with her clean shaved Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot.

She was one slutty bitch.

I rubbed her Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot and pushed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her.

I fucked her.

Sudhā Pandyā was so wet.

I was so horny and needed to fuck her.

She was smiling when I played with her Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot.

She was moaning softly.

I could see her erect nipples showing through her dress.

She obviously was not wearing a bra.

I whispered in her ear.

“Go into the bathroom. I am going to fuck you. I’ll follow you in.”

“Thanks,” Sudhā Pandyā too whispered in my ear.

I groaned.

Sudhā Pandyā was a modern Brāhmañ girl.

Infinite BrāhmKalp had made even the Brāhmañ girls so ravenous for sex with me.

No Brahmkanyā or Brahmāñī could have sex with a Brāhmañ even now.

It was dangerous to her future.

The safe bet was only to have sex with me.

Sudhā Pandyā didn’t want to lose this golden chance.

She deliberately did it.

She had put detectives on me.

As soon as Sudhā Pandyā was informed that I was on the plane she successfully managed her seat beside me.

No more Brāhmañ husband.

Sudhā Pandyā had now enough of it.

She loved Manohar Pāŧhak, a brilliant Brāhmañ young man.

He suddenly found himself suffering from his false arrest.

“The Bachhalyās have framed Manohar, Dad,” Sudhā Pandyā claimed, “Only because I love him.”

Barrister Kamal Nayan Pandyā looked at his daughter curtly.

“Leave him, Sudhā. Let Manohar live. The sooner you leave Manohar, the sooner he would come out of jail.”

“I love him.” Sudhā Pandyā protested.

“You are ruining Manohar, and yourself too.”

“I hate Bachhalyās.” Sudhā Pandyā was all tears in her immense helplessness.

“In this Infinite BrāhmKalp, the System is allowing only a Bachhalyā husband for Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even, only a Hindu husband for beautiful Musalmān houseladies etcetera.”

“I don’t believe it.” Sudhā Pandyā shouted, “The Bachhalyās are managing it. They are the ever shrewdest politicians in the entire history of humankind.”

Barrister Kamal Nayan Pandyā said sternly.

“You are killing Manohar Pāŧhak. He has already been sentenced to death penalty.”

Sudhā Pandyā surrendered.

She refused to marry Manohar Pāŧhak.

Within a week Manohar Pāŧhak was out of jail and the real culprit was apprehended.

Prem Prakāsh Chaturvedī was the second young man in Sudhā Pandyā’s life.

He suddenly found himself suffering from nonstop negative circumstances.

Sudhā Pandyā left him too.

Prem Prakāsh Chaturvedī married her friend, Shakīlah Sultān, and gone abroad.

I was Sudhā Pandyā’s third effort.

She then pulled her dress down and walked into the bathroom.

I shortly followed her and she let me in.

Once inside of the very small bathroom, we kissed deep and passionately.

Our tongues danced in each other’s mouth.

She took off her dress, I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet.

She put my cock at the entrance to her cunt and eased down on my cock.

Her cunt was so fucking wet.

I put my hands around her enormous tits and held them in my hands.

I squeezed them together and played with her hard nipples.

She put her hands on her knees and fucked my cock.

Her pussy felt so fucking good.

I bucked up inside her pussy.

I was loving her tight Pandyā Brāhmañ cunt.

“Hey Bhagvān! Oh God. I was so horny. You have the best cock. Come inside of me.” Sudhā Pandyā invited me.

I was fucking her fast.

I knew we didn’t have much time.

I let out a little moan and came inside of her wet Pandyā Brāhmañ snatch.

She then stood up and wiped the come with some toilet paper.

We kissed deep and passionately and I helped her put her dress back on.

I pulled my pants back up and she walked back to her seat.

I took a piss and then met her back on our seats.

I sat down and she had the biggest smile on her face.

“That was so hot. You have an amazing Bachhalyā cock. Thank you.”

“No problem. You’re a hot little fuck aren’t you? Do you do this a lot?”

“That was my first time. I always wanted to have sex in a plane. Thanks.”

“I had a blast. You’re one sexy babe. Hot Damn!”

I was pretty happy that we had fucked.

We exchanged numbers and agreed we’d get together once we were back.

She was just going to be visiting Florida for a few days and then she’d be back on a plane to New York for the summer.

She had gotten an internship at some fashion company.

We eventually landed and got off the plane and went through security.

I went to baggage claim to collect my bags.

I then saw Lajjā Mukherjī.

I couldn’t believe what she was wearing.

She looked so fucking hot.

She had on this little denim skirt, with a red tube top, and heels.

Her nipples were poking out of her tube top.

Durgesh, over here!”

“Hey, Lajjā Mukherjī? How are you doing?”

I gave Lajjā Mukherjī  a hug and a kiss.

She of course felt my erection in my jeans.

I just knew this was going to be an interesting day.

“You look great. You’ve really filled out. You must have been hitting the gym at college. You’ve turned into quite a handsome and strapping ever young man.”

“Lajjā Mukherjī, you’re not much older.”

We both giggled.

I was thinking she was the hottest wife on the planet.

She really could be my girlfriend.

My friend was one lucky guy.

“Let’s go home. I have a limo waiting for us.”

We walked out and got into the limo.

Lajjā Mukherjī looked amazing.

I was feeling really good since I just fucked Sudhā Pandyā in the bathroom.

But, looking at Lajjā Mukherjī was making me feel horny again.

“How is college going?”

“It was a great year.”

“That’s excellent. Your friend would be very pleased.” Lajjā Mukherjī smiled, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nobody serious. Just lots of girls wanting to hook up. I was happy.”

“I bet you’re happy.”

“You look great, Lajjā Mukherjī.”

“Thanks sweetie.”

“Do you want some champagne? Open the bottle. Let’s celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?”

“Summer, darling.”

I popped the champagne and poured Lajjā Mukherjī a flute of it.

“To a wonderful summer.”

We clicked glasses and she drank the bubbly champagne.

She had about three glasses.

I saw that Lajjā Mukherjī had shut her eyes.

I was just glancing over her hot body.

She really was one hot piece of Mukherjī Brāhmañ ass.

Eventually, we got home.

I followed Lajjā Mukherjī into the house.

“I was going to unpack and then take a shower. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“I called some of my friends to come over and take a swim. I think you’ll like them. See you later. Come down and hang out with us by the pool.”

I went upstairs and unpacked.

I then went into the shower.

While I was in there, I was thinking about Lajjā Mukherjī.

I continued washing my body and then I got out of the shower.

I wrapped a fluffy towel around myself and put my swimming trunks on.

I went downstairs and went outside.

Lajjā Mukherjī and her two friends were hanging out in the hot tub.

They were drinking and laughing and having a great time.

The sun was shining it was a rather warm day.

Durgesh, come over here. Let me introduce you to my friends.” Lajjā Mukherjī said, “Durgesh, this is Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý. This is Durgesh.”

“Nice to meet you ladies.”

“You didn’t tell us how gorgeous he is.”

“I haven’t seen him in a while. He was very tasty looking.”

“Why didn’t you sit in the tub with us?”

“You must take your bathing suit off. We’re all naked in here.”

I took my bathing suit off and got into the water.

I was pretty stoked that I was in a hot tub with three gorgeous young ladies.

I sat next to Lajjā Mukherjī and she immediately put her hand on my Bachhalyā cock.

She was stroking me.

One of her friends was on the other side and she was playing with my balls.

It didn’t take any time whatsoever for me to get hard.

I had a raging hard on.

Now I just needed to get fucked.

Any of them would do.

“You know we could really have some fun today, Durgesh. Your friend lets me have sex when he is out of town. Usually with my girlfriends. We just won’t tell him that you and I are having sex. We’re not related anyhow. I have always wanted to have sex with you.”

“I am totally for it. Let’s do it. I won’t tell my friend a damn thing.”

“We can all fuck him, Lajjā Mukherjī. Let’s all ride his Bachhalyā cock and then we can bring him into the house and have some fun.”

“Do you want to fuck us, Durgesh?”

“Fuck yes. I’ll fuck you all. Hop on my Bachhalyā cock. Who wanted to be first?”

Lajjā Mukherjī hopped up on me in the hot tub.

She put her legs on either side of mine.

She guided my Bachhalyā cock into her Mukherjī Brāhmañ pussy.

She made sure to get it all inside of her and then started to rock and move over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I put my hands all over her enormous Mukherjī Brāhmañ breasts and we shared a deep and passionate kiss.

Her other two Brāhmañ friends were making out with each other, while I was fucking Lajjā Mukherjī.

Lajjā Mukherjī’s Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot felt really nice around  my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She was really tight.

I started to buck up inside of her.

“Oh Durgesh, your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feels so good. Oh God. You’re so big. Oh fuck.”

Lajjā Mukherjī was slapping her Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot up and down over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I was squeezing on her erect Brāhmañ nipples, while we were fucking.

“Let us too fuck him.”

“You can fuck him later. He is mine right now.”

Lajjā Mukherjī’s young Brāhmañ body felt so good on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I was fucking her deep and hard.

I could feel her Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot clamping down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

“I am going to come. Oh fuck. I am coming.”

I came in Lajjā Mukherjī‘s Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot.

We kissed deep and passionately and then she hopped off me.

“Let’s take Durgesh inside. We can all suck his cock and he can lick our pussies.”

Lajjā Mukherjī laughed.

“Smr’ti Kulkarñī, Ābhā Upādhyāý, you both are damnfools. You only dream of Durgesh. You don’t know anything about him.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý looked at each other.

Then Smr’ti Kulkarñī asked.

“What do you mean?”

“We can suck Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  as much as we want. But Durgesh would never lick our pussies.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý was furious.

“Why not? We are Brāhmañ girls. We are the most cleanest of all of women.”

“Yet most coldest too.” Lajjā Mukherjī said, “Almost all of our Brāhmañ mankind is crazy to have beautiful Musalmān houseladies as their sex partners.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý looked at Smr’ti Kulkarñī.

“Our traditional Brāhmañ society is the most sexless society of all.” Smr’ti Kulkarñī accepted, “It’s the only society that despises sex as much as it crowns Celibacy in the name of Brahmcharý.”

I smiled.

“‘Brahmcharyéñ kanyā yuvānam vindaté patim’, what does it mean then?”

Lajjā Mukherjī smiled.

“That’s the problem. Traditional Brāhmañs don’t have any Vedic background for what they are doing now.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī watched Lajjā Mukherjī angrily.

“Are you changing your denomination now? You are talking as if you already belong to Durgesh’s Saur Sampradāý, instead of our Brāhm Sampradāý.”

Lajjā Mukherjī smiled.

“I’m a COMMUNIST. Most of us Bengalese Brāhmañs are Communists. Brāhmañism is actually out of date now.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī said curtly.

“Are you ashamed of yourself that you are a Brāhmañ, Lajjā Mukherjī?”

“What’s there to be proud of? Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī herself announced we Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs both need a Bachhalyā husband. She rejected a Brāhmañ husband outright for us Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even. They are most unreliable for us. They can surrender to Celibacy anytime. They can choose to Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat and opt for severities for Muslimāt. That’s what this damn Infinite BrāhmKalp is.”

We all got out of the hot tub.

Lajjā Mukherjī’s friends were all knock outs.

They all were blondes and all had implants.

I’d say they all had 38D tits.

They were all thin with blue eyes and bodies to die for.

I was pretty excited that these traditional Brāhmañ bitches were going to suck on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund now.

I have a seven inch cock. I keep my cock and balls shaved. Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý held my hand and I followed Lajjā Mukherjī into the house.

We went upstairs to her bedroom.

I kind of felt funny to be in my friend’s bedroom with his slutty Communist Brāhmañ wife and her two friends. But, that thought left my mind quickly.

“I’ll ride his face and you traditional Brāhmañ girls can suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. I want to feel my husband’s Bachhalyā friend’s Bachhalyā male lips on my Communist traditional Brāhmañ snatch.”

I got comfortable on the bed.

Lajjā Mukherjī stood up on either side of my head and squatted down.

I kissed her Communist traditional Brāhmañ Choot.

She had the prettiest cunt ever.

I had already fucked her immensely.
“Oh God. Durgesh, Your Bachhalyā male lips feel amazing on my Communist traditional Brāhmañ Choot. Fucking hell.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý and Smr’ti Kulkarñī got busy on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Each traditional Brāhmañ young lady sucked on one of my balls.

They both were on either side of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. Smr’ti Kulkarñī kissed and licked my Bachhalyā shaft on the left and Ābhā Upādhyāý did the same on the right side.

Ābhā Upādhyāý put my Bachhalyā mushroom head into her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ mouth and started to suck it.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī was holding my one ball and sucking the other one.

It felt like heaven.

“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund tastes so good.”

“Let me suck him now.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý took my cock out of her mouth and then Smr’ti Kulkarñī started to suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She brought her Kulkarñī Mahñrāshŧrian Brāhmañ mouth all the way down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  and then all the way back up.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī really did the most amazing blow jobs.

She worked her Deshasth Brāhmañ mouth up and down fast over my long ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Ābhā Upādhyāý was sucking on both of my Bachhalyā balls.

“I want to fuck Durgesh now. Lajjā Mukherjī, let Smr’ti Kulkarñī ride his face.” Ābhā Upādhyāý announced boldly.

Ābhā Upādhyāý then got on top of me.

She herself guided my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her wet Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

She rocked and moved on my stiff ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. Smr’ti Kulkarñī hoped up on my face and I kissed and loved her beautiful Deshasth Brāhmañ Choot.

Ābhā Upādhyāý was fucking me really good.

Her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot felt really nice around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Lajjā Mukherjī then pulled out my cock.

She rubbed some lube on Ābhā Upādhyāý’s Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass and slid my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass.

Now I was fucking Ābhā Upādhyāý’s beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

“Oh Lajjā Mukherjī that feels so good. Oh fuck!” Ābhā Upādhyāý closed her beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ eyes.

“You have the tightest little traditional Brāhmañ ass. Do you like me fucking you there?” I kissed Ābhā Upādhyāý.

“Oh yes, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ,  Bachhalyā Piyā. Fuck my Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass.”

Lajjā Mukherjī held Ābhā Upādhyāý’s ass and I fucked her.

Then I started to buck up inside of her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

Ābhā Upādhyāý started to orgasm around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and then I blew my load in her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

“Well that was lots of fun.”

“Fucking yes. It was a ball.”

I think we’re going to have an amazing summer. I think you’ll be our permanent boy toy now.

“How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a dream. I’d love to fuck you beautiful traditional Brāhmañ ladies whenever you want. I was sure it’ll be an awesome summer. Hell, I’ll feel like Charlie and his angels. Remember that silly show?”

We all giggled.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý got dressed and left.

Lajjā Mukherjī went to take a shower and got ready for bed.

I went to my room, watched some television and eventually fell asleep.

I dreamed of not the beautiful Musalmān houseladies I fuck usually, all the beautiful traditional Brāhmañ young women instead I fucked today.

Chapter 27

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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 25

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 25

Durgesh Urmi Upādhyāý

Durgesh Supriyā Bhārgav

Coasting to a stop in front of the house, Nishikānt Joshī was surprised to see his wife’s Green Mercedes parked in the driveway.

Urmi Upādhyāý had found work as a teller in a branch office of a big downtown bank a couple of years ago.

She was a hard worker and had already received a number of pay raises.

The hours were okay. Urmi Upādhyāý only had to work half-days on Saturday, and even that only one in four weekends.

This Saturday wasn’t on her schedule, though, and today wasn’t her day off even if it had been.

Nishikānt Joshī didn’t know why Urmi Upādhyāý was home.

It concerned him because it was so out of character for her.

He walked quickly around the side of the house and in through the kitchen door.

The door hinges were well lubricated.

After all, Nishikānt Joshī was a building contractor.

It was a matter of professional pride to make sure small repairs around the house were taken care of immediately.

Everything was well maintained.

He liked things that way.

He hated squeaks, drawers that didn’t open, windows that didn’t close right…things like that drove Nishikānt Joshī crazy.

Neither the screen door nor the kitchen door itself made any perceptible noise when Nishikānt Joshī opened them.

The couple he could see through the doorway into the living room ostensibly wouldn’t have heard Nishikānt Joshī anyway.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I were too involved with each other.

Nishikānt Joshī froze in his tracks when he saw Urmi Upādhyāý and me.

He’d never contemplated seeing his wife in my arms,  even kissing me.

And he’d surely never thought to see me cupping Urmi Upādhyāý’s bare right breast and working the nipple to a dark red erection with a rapidly moving thumb.

Urmi Upādhyāý was naked to the waist.

Nishikānt Joshī saw her blouse and bra draped across the couch just beyond her.

Her skirt was hiked up past the crotch of her pantyhose and Nishikānt Joshī could see my other hand on her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ sex.

My body hid Urmi Upādhyāý‘s hands, but her upper right arm and elbow were quite visible.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I were moving rhythmically back and forth.

There was no doubt her hand was on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and giving me a slow hand job.

Her partial nakedness said the hand job was only a preliminary.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, Urmi Upādhyāý,” I said hoarsely, “I’ve waited so long for today. Don’t tease me, okay?” My voice turned more than a little plaintive right at the last.

Urmi Upādhyāý giggled delightedly.

“Have you, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā?” she replied in a light, coquettish tone.

She was playing with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She brought her hand up to my chest and ground her lower body against mine.

“Was it worth the wait?” she asked seductively.

A red-hot fury engulfed Nishikānt Joshī.

He didn’t think; he couldn’t.

He could only react.

One moment he was frozen in shock.

With his next heartbeat, he was moving swiftly forward, striding purposefully through the kitchen and partway into the living room.

Planting his left foot solidly on the carpet, he brought his right one up in a tight arc that ended in my crotch.

At the last moment, I sensed something behind me…a whisper of Nishikānt Joshī’s shoes on the carpet perhaps, or his looming presence.

Without thinking, I moved away from a threat I had not yet properly identified and into closer contact with Urmi Upādhyāý. That was unfortunate for the woman.

She probably wouldn’t have been hurt if I’d kept still.

The instep of Urmi Upādhyāý’s heavy ladies shoe smashed into the Nishikānt Joshī’s testicles and drove his whole body forward and up.

Urmi Upādhyāý was a strong woman and she’d had a few steps to build up momentum.

It was only the steel-reinforced tip of the boot that slammed into Nishikānt Joshī’s butt but it was more than enough.

Sensitive nerve endings fired instantly, sending simultaneous pain signals to Nishikānt Joshī’s badly confused brain.

For a long moment Nishikānt Joshī didn’t have any breath to scream.

It had been driven from his body by the sudden intense pain in Nishikānt Joshī’s abdomen.

Nishikānt Joshī stumbled against the sofa and clung to it for an instant.

Urmi Upādhyāý had time to set her right foot back down on the floor and ready herself to deliver more punishment.

Her normally pleasant features were twisted into a rictus of tormented rage.

Urmi Upādhyāý took a step deeper into the living room and closer to the shocked husband.

She’d been planning to do further damage to Nishikānt Joshī in front of me but it was abruptly clear nothing more was required.

Nishikānt Joshī began to scream in a high-pitched voice that filled the room.

He collapsed to the floor and began to writhe in agony.

The excruciating pain was overwhelming, worthy of the Marquis de Sade’s most inventive tortures.

Nishikānt Joshī was unable to do anything but scream so piercingly he was close to rupturing his vocal cord.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I stood back, watching Nishikānt Joshī thrash around on the floor while the screams assaulted our ears.

Nevertheless, Nishikānt Joshī saw his wife’s breasts bounce wildly on her chest as her body jerked uncontrollably.

Her lower body was exposed, though covered by her pantyhose. He could see her palms pressed tightly against her vulva.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund was still jutting obscenely, yet still immensely attractive from my zipper.

There hadn’t been enough time for the blood to leave it.

It was still hard…still ready to be driven into Nishikānt Joshī’s  extremely beautiful twenty eight years old wife, Urmi Upādhyāý’s willing Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

The vulgar display sickened Nishikānt Joshī but something else was wrong too.

He looked down.

To his horror, he saw the bulge in his work pants.

He realized his cock was hard, perhaps harder, longer, and thicker than it had ever been before.

A deep shame overcame the anger in his mind, blanking the fury in the space between two heartbeats.

He was mortified.

His own body was betraying him.

He could not be aroused by the sight of his wife about to have sex with Durgesh, his ever successful Bachhalyā Jījū.

It wasn’t possible; he was not that kind of man.

His roars, born of renewed fury and deep humiliation, blended with the agonized shrieks of himself.

It was one thing that Urmi Upādhyāý, Nishikānt Joshī’s twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ wife and I were prepared for Nishikānt Joshī’s every potential attack already, yet it was quite another thing that his Joshī Brāhmañ penis was appreciating what Urmi Upādhyāý was doing with me.

How the hell it happened?

Does it mean in this Infinite BrāhmKalp Nishikānt Joshī’s such intense humiliation was absolutely a normal event?

Only because Nishikānt Joshī and Urmi Upādhyāý were traditional Brāhmañs and Durgesh was a Bachhalyā?
Durgesh was already fucking now the entire beautiful Brāhmañ houseladies of Nishikānt Joshī’s household.

Even his otherwise immensely sophisticated Bhābhī, Supriyā Bhārgav, argued that the Musalmīn allowed their entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies to fuck Durgesh everywhere.

If the Brāhmañs wouldn’t do the same thing, the Brāhmañs would again lose to the Musalmīn once more.

“The stupid Brāhmañs as you are, Nishikānt Joshī, would again ruin what Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu has recovered and Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī had fought fiercely to retain.”

Nishikānt Joshī had as if fallen from sky.

“Supriyā Bhābhī, you mean… you mean…”

“Yes!” Instead of Supriyā Bhārgav, Nishikānt Joshī’s elder brother, Karuñākānt Joshī, said, “Your Supriyā Bhābhī is correct, Nishikānt. You keep forgetting, it’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now. We Brāhmañs are entrusted now to greater duties.”

Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat?” Nishikānt Joshī asked sarcastically.

“Of course!”

“Bhaiyā,” Nishikānt Joshī said bitterly, “I can understand now why Brāhmañs are so devoted to advertise that it’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now.”

“Oh,” Karuñākānt Joshī said looking at his younger brother sympathetically, “Why?”

“You Brāhmañs are not interested in your so called Infinite BrāhmKalp now. You are interested actually in beautiful Musalmān houseladies who can’t get Durgesh himself for them.”

“Anything wrong in it?” Karuñākānt Joshī asked curtly.

“You were never satisfied with Supriyā Bhābhī.” Nishikānt Joshī said bitterly, “Her sophisticated behavior was never suitable to you. You were always interested, instead, in her ultramodern beautiful Musalmān lady friends.”*

Karuñākānt Joshī watched his younger brother, Nishikānt Joshī, scornfully.

“Who are you to discuss my married life activities and my sex activities? You are my younger brother, not my wife. Hinduism/Ved never allow any houseperson to interfere in the married life of another houseperson. It’s the only practical way to keep a joint family survive with ‘Modmānau Svastakau’, ‘Modmānau Své gr’hé’.”

Nishikānt Joshī gritted through his teeth.

“Bhaiyā, never accept every argument Durgesh offers, without thinking its consequences. Imām Muħammad Ħasan blundered in this way. Now he is a cuckold.”

“I don’t think so, Nishikānt.” Karuñākānt Joshī said gravely.

“What?” Nishikānt Joshī was stunned.

“I think Imām Muħammad Ħasan is one of the greatest persons of nowadays.”

“Because he has surrendered the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies of his household to Durgesh?” Nishikānt Joshī laughed ironically, “I never thought you have fallen to this level. I’m sorry to find you too salute the rising sun to this extent.”

Chief Justice Vishwambhar Sharmā Supreme Court Multiverse is perhaps too a cuckold in your bright opinion, Mr. Nishikānt Joshī.” Karuñākānt Joshī also laughed equally ironically, rather more ironically.*

Nishikānt Joshī looked at his older brother scornfully.

“You deliberately compelled Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī to have no option except to join Durgesh’s bed.”

Supriyā Bhārgav is my wife. You don’t have any moral or legal right to comment how we should behave in our married life.”

“You wanted more sex than Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī could offer you, being a Brahm Padminī.”

“And it’s a sin to need more sex than one’s wife can offer him?” Karuñākānt Joshī himself was scornful at Nishikānt Joshī now.

Nishikānt Joshī was stunned momentarily.

He could not disagree with his elder brother, Karuñākānt Joshī, now.

Nishikānt Joshī himself was educated enough to understand that the sexual need of a male or a female was actually the need of the environment surrounding them, not that of their own bodies actually.

The environment surrounding a life form whether the life form is a male or a female always needs fresh base pairs for the survival of that life form.

To fulfill this need of the environment the life form starts to have sexual need.

The more intense the need of fresh base pairs of the environment the more intense the sexual need of the life form.

Nishikānt Joshī was a Post Graduate from HVSI Multiversity.

He had seen his Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī teasing me every now and then.

He never liked it.

However Nishikānt Joshī couldn’t even stop his Bhābhī from teasing me.

They were traditional Brāhmañs.

Every traditional society has some traditions out of date it’s careless to change and update itself.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were the worst example of it.

They were too adamant to keep their outdated traditions that they refused to use their common sense even if it were against their enormously outdated traditions.

To kill the other societies for one’s own survival was a tradition among then uncivilized societies once.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were foolishly still adamant to practice it, because they never tried to understand it isn’t needed anymore.

The Democracy has not only its solution but the fair competition too to the survival of the fittest system of life.*

I had noticed Supriyā Bhārgav was always ahead of my other Brāhmañ Salhajs, the other beautiful Brāhmañ wives of my Brāhmañ Sālās, here.

The Infinite BrāhmKalp had started to project its time cycle.

Despite the fact that the ever last Kaliyug itself had its time cycle unfinished for as long as 4, 27, 000 years.

Supriyā Bhārgav always smiled at me more seductively whenever she was around me anywhere.

I understood very well it was only a generous courtesy, not any invitation, or seduction, at all.

I was the son in law of the house.

The youngest daughter of the Pragyākānt Joshī family, Shuchi Joshī, had announced,

“I’ve decided to live in relationship with Durgesh.

Everyone was stunned.

Supriyā Bhārgav tried to break the hostile silence.

“Well, I think we should talk first, Shuchi.”

“That’s a very good idea, Bahūrānī.” Pragyākānt Joshī greeted the suggestion very warm heartedly.

“Well,” Sheikħzādī Ůzrah Sheikħ smiled gravely, “Pragyākānt Joshī, Durgesh was my own boyfriend before we married. I hope you still remember it.”

“I can’t help, Ammī,” Shuchi Joshī smiled naughtily, “if you were a cougar once.”

“Shuchi,” Pragyākānt Joshī said curtly, “you must be ashamed of yourself for the comment on your own Ammī.”

“It’s all right, PK.” Sheikħzādī Ůzrah Sheikħ smiled bravely, “Our children have different morals from me. You knew about my ultramodern morals and you married me with them. They didn’t.”

“Nevertheless, Ůzrah,” Pragyākānt Joshī said curtly, “Even if she doesn’t appreciate your morals, being a Brahmkanyā she must respect at least Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt and Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat. She isn’t a child anymore. She is twenty eight years old and a PhD now.”

“Sure,” Shuchi Joshī said, “I never criticized Ammī for her past. Nevertheless, I would never allow her past to affect my own life adversely.”*

Supriyā Bhārgav regretted her decision to marry a traditional Brāhmañ almost as soon as she married Karuñākānt Joshī.

No, he wasn’t a bad man.

Instead, Karuñākānt Joshī was a very good man.

The entire Pragyākānt Joshī family was actually too good to be beneficial to themselves.

That was the problem.

Being a traditional Brāhmañ herself, Supriyā Bhārgav knew very well traditional Brāhmañs didn’t need their enemies outside.

Their overhumanity itself was a greatest enemy of all of them.

They were good to the extent to be harmful to themselves.

“We must be practical, KK.” Supriyā Bhārgav had suggested.

“You never told me you were a Brahm Padminī,”  Karuñākānt Joshī looked at her incredibly beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife gravely.

Supriyā Bhārgav watched him gravely herself.

“Nowadays it isn’t any asset to us Brahmkanyās, Karuñākānt.”

Supriyā,” Karuñākānt Joshī looked at her.

He never anticipated such a depression in his so well educated PhD Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife.

“No traditional Brāhmañ now really wants to marry us Brahm Padminīs, KK, despite our incredible Brahm Padminī beauty.”

“I know, Supriyā,”

“It was our greatest asset when we first came into existence. The entire ever first Brahm Jagdambās were Brahm Padminīs.”

Karuñākānt Joshī couldn’t say anything.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t blame the traditional Brāhmañs even.

They were also normal men.

They too wanted to enjoy their married life.

He tried to blame the Western Culture.
Chapter 26

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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 24

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 24

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

Durgesh Nanditā Joshī

Looking down and seeing Ramā Bhārgav’s musky Bhārgav Brāhmañ hole stuffed with my veined Bachhalyā rod sliding in and out was a wonderful vision.
Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā! Now I want you to fuck me harder and slower,” She instructed, “and when you’re all the way up in there, keep it in for a while.”

I fucked as I was requested.

Who was I to question?

Every slow, hard stroke was complete joy.

I knew that the rectum is full of nerve endings and several muscles and a major artery.

Done right, even the ass fucking can be great for all involved.

The muscles would account for the heavenly tightness, and I could also feel the artery pulsating.

Ramā Bhārgav was starting to talk sexy and moan.

“Fuck me harder! Ahhhhhh, yeah, ohhhhh! OOOOOOooh, fuck my Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass harder, Durgesh, please !”

“Like this?” I asked, as I impaled her elastic Bhārgav Brāhmañ sphincter with more fervor!

“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feels so good in my Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass! Ahhhhh it’s soooooo big! It’s sooooo deep!”

I kept fucking Ramā Bhārgav nonstop.

She was deliberately imitating her Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl.

But there was a difference too.

Ramā Bhārgav’s equally beautiful Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, loved anal sex herself.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl loved my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund more in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass than she loved it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even.

She asked me usually to grab her ever erect Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān boobs strongly and penetrate her from her ever glorious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass both alternatively.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl enjoyed me in both her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān holes mounting her as if she was my burrāq herself.

She enjoyed to visit her garden in this way, on her knees, I mounting Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl from her behind fucking her nonstop.

I fucked Ramā Bhārgav similarly.

None of us both was aware how much.

Time was immaterial.

It seemed to be infinity.

Then I heard the sounds.

These were the sounds of a woman near orgasm.

By this time, I was taxing her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole as hard as I was her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot before.
“AHHHHHH, I’m cumming!” Ramā Bhārgav whispered.

Her tight Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole was gripping my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund even tighter pulsating and spasming with her orgasm.

This was what pushed me over:

The thought that Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī,  would have anal sex, coupled with the thought that she enjoyed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund in her twenty nine years old young Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass so much that she could cum as a result.

My own toes started to curl and my feet and calves seized up.

My heart felt like it was going to explode.

The wonderful electricity ran from my heart down my body to my hips simultaneously with the same electricity running from the balls of my feet, up my calves through my thighs to my hips where it exploded through my own rectum, which seemed to clench up, through my testicles then finally out of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

My hips began to buck and hump involuntarily as if I was some sexual marionette controlled by an unseen puppet master pulling my strings.

I filled her Bhārgav Brāhmañ young rectal cavity with my hot Bachhalyā semen.

Ramā Bhārgav must have felt this happening.

“Yea! Yes! That’s it! Fill my Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass with your hot Bachhalyā cum!” she demanded.

I obliged Ramā Bhārgav, squirting load after hot creamy load and empting the entire contents of my Bachhalyā balls in to her naughty place and then collapsed on her back.

Still trying to catch my breath, I looked over at Ramā Bhārgav.

She was still face down, ass up, her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass covered in sweat.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole was agape like a glazed doughnut frosted with my milky white Bachhalyā cum.

I lay on Ramā Bhārgav, my entire body tingling with sensation, still recovering from the most explosive orgasm I had.

Ramā Bhārgav, too, was frozen in her position as well.

She had stopped touching her clit and now the only movements were the deep breaths she was taking.

With her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass cheeks still aimed skyward I watched her asshole’s aperture slowly shrink, like a closing magical portal to the dimension of ecstasy, as my creamy Bachhalyā jizz dripped and bubbled out of it.

I was fighting off a wave of post-orgasmic sleepiness, slowly regaining my breath.

Ramā Bhārgav smiled.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, as if boasting about her vaginal and anal acumen.

“Oh, wow, still tingling.”

“You’re super stimulated.”

“Yeah… I guess… Whatever it is, it’s awesome.”

Ramā Bhārgav emitted a sly, sexy giggle.

“And you?” I inquired, feeling the pressure of satisfying her.

“Like I said, I haven’t been fucked that hard in years, you know yourself.” Ramā Bhārgav replied, adding. “I came… Could you tell?”

“Uh, yeah sure, “I responded proudly, triumphantly.

“But fucking as hard as you can, as fast as you can isn’t always the goal, either.” Ramā Bhārgav said, and then returned to her almost professional persona. “Now, if you will excuse me,”

and she slowly and carefully retreated from the bed and me, always keeping her hind end pointed at me.

I must have had a look of some question on my face, because she answered without being questioned:

“I feel like I have a gallon of your Bachhalyā cum up my Bhārgav Brāhmañ rectum! I’d like to rid myself of it. I’m just going to wash up a bit and then I’ll be right back,” gesturing with those sexy eyes and a head motion towards a door to the bath that was off of the master bedroom.

I watched her lovely form walk to the door and then disappear behind it.

Still in shock and awe over realizing Ramā Bhārgav’s  fantasy come true, I lay there feeling like a conquering hero.

Ramā Bhārgav returned after a few moments, pulled a chair up next to the bed beside me and then turned abruptly back towards the bathroom.

I snatched her hand in mine before she could get far. Somewhat surprised, she turned halfway to face me I was still looking for some kind of connection or acceptance from this woman who’d stepped out of my dreams, and I was worried about what I took as a mixed review of my sexual prowess.

“If you just give me two minutes, I can fuck you again,” I offered. “Slower, if that’s how you want it.”

She moved my hand to her mouth and kissed it.

She looked at me with kind eyes and replied,

“‘Two?’ I’ll give you twenty!”

The way she did this made me see that she understood my ever youth and my sexual experience.

She saw my need for her approval, my desire to please her.

She knew that what she’d said would make me feel like I had satisfied her and that I was off the hook.

So, I’m good enough to earn twenty more minutes of her time, I thought to myself.

I’m good enough to wait twenty minutes to get fucked again.

Only later did I comprehend this subtle little gift Ramā Bhārgav gave me.

When Ramā Bhārgav returned, she placed a wash basin filled with warm, soapy water on to the chair that she had pulled up earlier.

She had two small wash cloths folded over her arm.

She knelt on the floor beside the bed and dipped one of them in the basin.

Ramā Bhārgav slowly and ritualistically wrung out the cloth.

She began to gently clean my cock with soft, gentle swabs of the cloth.

Her movements were slow and methodical, and she used her other hand to lift my Bachhalyā Lund and reposition it so she could properly clean it.

The slow, sensual way she cleaned my dick and balls didn’t keep me from asking naughtily.

“What are you doing?”

Patently she answered in a soft sexy voice without ever taking her hands or eyes off my genitals:

“Well, you had it up my ass, and if you were to put it back in to my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot it wouldn’t be sanitary or hygienically healthy.”

She stared at my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund as if entranced by it, softly biting her own lower lip as was her habit.

The slow, thorough way she washed my shlong and ball bag with care was evidence that this was all part of the “process of pleasure” she’d spoken of.

That thought alone made me both understand and enjoy this sensual sponge bath.

Ramā Bhārgav then lifted my scrotum and wiped the underside of my balls.

The summer breeze wafted into the room like a silent visitor and caressed my now clean, wet sex organs it felt cool and refreshing.

Then she took the other cloth and softly patted me dry.

All of this was too much, and my blood started to flow south towards my Bachhalyā crotch.

Ramā Bhārgav  moved to a standing but bent-at-the-waist position, leaning over me and still coddling and patting me dry.

She gazed at my exposed Bachhalyā manhood like a hungry person would behold a favorite meal, watching intently as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund visibly grew before her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes.

I reached up and placed my hand on the back of her leg where her upper thigh met her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttock.

I spread the lower portion of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass crack and upper thigh with the back of my hand and touched the lips of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

This caused her to stand straight up.

With eyes closed for a long second, she stood there and was speechless, clearly surprised and pleasured by my abrupt, simultaneous fondling of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ fuck holes.

Ramā Bhārgav placed her hand on mine and gingerly pulled my Bachhalyā Lund out of her orifices.

“Slow down a second. I want to out dump this basin. Then I want to lie with you and let things happen naturally.” She walked away, taking the wash basin with her.

Within a minute or two Ramā Bhārgav had returned and was lying next to me on her bed.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ body felt so smooth and soft next to mine.

“So tell me, you just fuck your clients? Or am I special?” she said with a Cheshire cat grin.

“What’s with all the questions?”

“Sorry. It’s a game I like to play. I try to read you and then see how well I did.”

I didn’t say anything, only smiled.
Durgesh, you’re a horny guy.”

“I guess so, myself too.”

She raised her sculpted eyebrows and smirked a cute little smirk.

“I watched you mentally undress every beautiful woman who walked in or out of here tonight, including Nādirah and me.”

“Well, isn’t that normal?”

Ramā Bhārgav burst into laughter.

“Yes, but you’re very obvious about it.”

“It shows the beautiful ladies that I’m interested in them. If they too are interested in me, we can enjoy sex mutually.”*

I couldn’t believe her.

“What?”

Durgesh,” Ramā Bhārgav politely said, “The problem is she can request it from someone that doesn’t deserve her.”

“You asked me for a favor, Ramā Bhārgav,”

“Isn’t it a favor?”

Ramā Bhārgav,”

Durgesh, she is my best friend,”

“She must see a psychiatrist,”

“She has seen,”

“Already?”

“What did the psychiatrist suggest to your best friend?”

“To see you, the utmost successful Sex Therapist.”

“It’s not a problem that needs a sex therapy.”

“The psychiatrist says it is.” Ramā Bhārgav said gravely, “Wājidah was raped by her boyfriend, Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”

“So what?”

“The psychiatrist says it’s not only a psychological problem. It involves sex too. So, Nanditā must see you, the optimum Sex Therapist, instead of a female psychiatrist.”

“You want me to rape your friend, Nanditā Joshī?”

“That’s the only cure her female psychiatrist has suggested.” Ramā Bhārgav said gravely.

I looked at Nanditā Joshī, Ramā Bhārgav’s one of the best friends.”

Nanditā Joshī looked at me boldly at first.

Yet, she bent her head down realizing her guilty request.

Yes, Nanditā Joshī was very beautiful.

She wasn’t a Just Eighteen Just Adult too.

Nanditā Joshī herself was twenty eight.

“Nanditā Joshī,” I watched her gravely, “Perhaps you don’t know your Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam, is one of my utmost intimate friends.”

“I’ve watched you having sex with my Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam.” Nanditā Joshī said gravely.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I exclaimed.

“My father, Tribhuvan Nārāyañ Joshī too has seen you having sex with my Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam. He has asked her to stop having sex with you if she really wants to marry my father.”

“I see.”

“Nanditā Joshī doesn’t have any boyfriend, Durgesh.” Ramā Bhārgav informed me.

“I think you should marry, Nanditā Joshī.” I said gravely.

“I’ve tried that too.” Nanditā Joshī herself answered me now, “As soon as I was Just Eighteen Just Adult, I started to get my Mr. Perfect. Yet after ten years even I haven’t found him.”

“The reason is quite obvious,” I smiled at Nanditā Joshī.

“Oh,”

“There isn’t any Mr. Perfect anywhere. You’ve searched for him for ten long years. Still you couldn’t understand it?”

“What do you mean?” Nanditā Joshī said furiously, “They all claim you are the Mr. Perfect.”

“I’m Sixty Six now.”

“Well, age is no bar.”

“Your father, Tribhuvan Nārāyañ Joshī, is ready for it?”

“I don’t need his consent.”

“Nanditā Joshī,”

“Try to understand me, Durgesh. I love you as Ramā Bhārgav does.”

“Nonsense,”

“I’m no Mr. Perfect.”

“The entire womankind doesn’t agree with you.” Nanditā Joshī smiled, “Tell me only one thing. Why every beautiful woman is crazy to have sex with you?”

“Because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Seven Movements, her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade  etcetera have advertised my sexual prowess too much among womankind. They aren’t crazy for me actually, they are crazy for that imaginary Durgesh that doesn’t exist anywhere actually.”

Nanditā Joshī laughed,

“Despite you are fucking now almost every beautiful houselady, your mythic is still not broken?”

“Well, I try to be competent sexually for them.”

“I watch my Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam, when you fuck her. That isn’t any myth. That isn’t what I have heard only. I do watch it clandestinely since ten years. You just keep fucking her enormously. Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends have also joined you both in this period.”

“And you watched them too, having sex with me?”

“Why not?”

“And you think they are crazy for me for my matchless sexual prowess?”

“You are unique in sex, yes!”

“While a large number of them are after my endless money.” I said curtly, “They deliberately lie about my sexual prowess because they get money for it from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Modern Democratic Årabia, the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade , etcetera.”

“Even if it is so, how can it help you to do what I myself am watching for ten long years? That can’t be untrue.”

“Nanditā Joshī,”

“Rape me,”

“Try to understand, Durgesh,” Ramā Bhārgav tried to explain, “Nanditā Joshī can’t request anyone else to rape her. He would blackmail her to continue. Everyone is not as kind, understanding and sympathetic to us womankind as you are.”

“Wājidah has convinced Nanditā Joshī that she enjoyed a sexual adventure very much that she never enjoyed even with the same Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. Nanditā Joshī wants to enjoy the thrill in it herself too. You are the only safe choice.”

I kept watching them.
“She wanted some degree of security but wasn’t sure how to go about it.” Ramā Bhārgav said, “Nanditā Joshī had been discussing possibilities with me and I had the brainwave that you would make the perfect rapist.”

“Thank you very much for that vote of confidence, Ramā Bhārgav.” I said sarcastically.

The girls now had a theoretical rapist and a voluntary victim, but weren’t sure how to get the show on the road.

I pushed a bit harder on why they had chosen me for a rapist.

It turned out they trusted me.

They knew I wouldn’t actually do anything to hurt Nanditā Joshī,  excluding the little matter of rape, and that I wouldn’t expect to discontinue on a sexual relationship with her afterwards. It would just be a once off rape so that Nanditā Joshī could experience it.
“So what you really want is for Nanditā Joshī to have some consensual non-consensual sex,” I told them. “The way it works is that Nanditā Joshī gives her consent at the start and can’t withdraw that consent. It doesn’t matter if she changes her mind, as I would just ignore any refusal. You would, in the initial consent, agree to certain limits. For example, you would make the consent time-frame limited. You may say it applies to tomorrow and runs for forty eight hours, starting at midnight tonight. You may also like to limit the number of times you’re agreeing to have sex in that period. You don’t want to find yourself being pounced on every couple of hours and forced to have sex. And you may want to limit what I can do. Do you understand how it works?”

“I think so,” said Nanditā Joshī. “I’d say that you can have sex with me once tomorrow and then I forget about it, but at some stage tomorrow you ravish me.”

“Close, but not quite accurate. What it means is that sometime tomorrow I would take you, even if you changed your mind and decided you didn’t want sex with me after all. I would already have irrevocable permission, and if you do change your mind you’re going to be raped anyway. And I might want you to do things you don’t want to do. What would you do if I demanded that you give me a blowjob to start with?”

Both the girls blushed at that and looked at each other.

“Um, I’m not sure,” said Nanditā Joshī. “I might refuse to do that.”

“And I’m the rapist, remember. I might not let you refuse. How would you react if I spanked you until you agreed to do the blowjob?”

There was more blushing and exchanging of glances, but Nanditā Joshī actually looked a little intrigued.

“I’m not sure that I’d like a spanking,” she said.

What the hell. I was sitting down and she was standing right there in front of me wearing a short skirt.

“Let’s find out,” I said and took hold of her arm and pulled.

Nanditā Joshī suddenly found herself across my knee.

Chapter 25

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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 23

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 23

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav 

Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Lurching forward, I buried my face in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bosom.

I was wildly kissing and thrashing my face in her tits and groping her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, bottom with both my hands kneading her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, perfectly round, firm, young, Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks.

Again taking charge, Ramā Bhārgav climbed on my chest, pushing me backward onto the bed while sliding and grinding her wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ snatch down my torso.

She was lying on top of me when we finally came to be face to face, and she planted another deep kiss on me, clutching both my wrists over my head while pinning me to the bed.

She whispered in my ear,

“It’s a process, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā.”

Then, with a pregnant pause, she whispered in my other ear,

“And it’s a process of pleasure.”

Her soft voice and breath in my ears sent shivers down my spine and gave me goose flesh.

“You must learn to relax, savor and enjoy it,” Dr. Ramā Bhārgav PhD, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī Wife, continued.

Calmed by this, I lay motionless, glad to let her lead the way.

My ego wasn’t even slightly affected.

I let those thoughts slip away as Ramā Bhārgav  took over.

As she kissed my neck, she caressed my arms and chest softly, barely even touching.

First it was the tongue, then a kiss, and then another little bit of tongue.

That was her technique as she worked her way down.

Her Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, had trained her herself.

“Never surrender to your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father’s ever utopian morals, Fātimah Jalāl,”

Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected.

“Fātimaaaaaaaaaaah Jalāaaaaaaaaaaal,” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl refused violently to accept her correction, “You aren’t Ramā Bhārgav actually. Your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, calls you with that ridiculous name. You are Fātimah Jalāl. Understand? That’s how I named you.”

Lying on my back with my legs off the edge of the bed with knees bent, feet touching the ground, Fātimah Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav?, knelt between my legs.

I felt her mouth and tongue on my ball bag.

With one long lick she went up the length of my hard Bachhalyā Lund, teasing me with her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth, and then she took every inch of it down her throat.

A new achievement for a Bhārgav Brāhmañ young lady?

The Muslimāt must be defeated in snatching away the Bachhalyās from Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

The Muslimāt should never have any supremacy on Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even in sex for Bachhalyās.

That’s how they win ever immensely capable Bachhalyās.

Her elder sisters Rudrāñī Bhārgav, Pārvatī Bhārgav, Umā Bhārgav, Durgā Sinhvāhinī Mahishāsur Mardnī Bhārgav, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, had instructed Ramā Bhārgav.

I was blasted away by this!

It wasn’t that I’d never been sucked off before, but I was still under the impression that you had to work on a girl for a long time to get her to suck you.

A blow job on a first time was a foreign idea to me.

I’d always had to wait in relationships for a long time before a girl would bestow oral pleasure upon me.

My youth and my still ignorance were apparent to me even as it was happening.

With a flat, open hand Ramā Bhārgav gingerly lifted my swollen balls from the back and gently pushed them toward the base of my throbbing Bachhalyā meatpole.

Then, taking a long, slow, deep, fluid swallow, she made my manhood disappear once again.

Down, down all the way, down deep, and then holding me there for a long second.

Coming up in ultra-slow motion.

The way Ramā Bhārgav lifted my scrotum while she made long, slow passes up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund did something to intensify the sensation.

There was no doubt this Bhārgav Brāhmañ young woman was good now with my Bachhalyā Lund  and had seen plenty of it now.

Then, all at once, she started to ratchet up both the suction and speed, bobbing her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ head more vigorously and sucking down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  with more Bhārgav Brāhmañ energy.

Or, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female energy?

Fātimah Jalāl?

Not Ramā Bhārgav at all?

After all, she learned all of it not from her father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, but from her ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl.

“If you want to remain confined exclusively to Durgesh only, it’s all right, Fātimah Jalāl,”

Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected again.

“Fātimah Jalāl, shut up! Nevertheless, never let him dominate you, not even in sex.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav’s ever profound feminist Ammī, had instructed her.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s hands were also more active.

As she sucked me, she began to caress and tickle the underside of my seed bag, slowly roaming to the little place where the scrotum ends.

This was a new sensation, and even my utmost experienced mind was getting in the way again.

Her hand held my balls, her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth owned my Bachhalyā hog, and her fingertips were inching toward my hips.

Part of me was saying to myself internally,

“You can’t let her touch your hips! You’re a man!”

Both sides of my brain came to an agreement:

They agreed to stop her hand and the blowjob as well for fear that I might cum before I got to fuck her.

Covered in sweat, I lightly directed her head up until she took my tool out of her mouth.

She looked up with her beautiful eyes and quickly got the hint.

She arose and then lay beside me.

I turned to her and asked,

“Do you want this?” as I placed her hand on my stiff Bachhalyā member.

“Yes,” she said, never looking away from me.

“Then what shall we call it?” I teased in an attempt at sexy pillow talk.

“Your cock,” she answered in her soft alluring way.

“And what about this?” I asked as I stroked the lips of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ vulva with my fingers.

“My pussy,” she replied.

Almost involuntarily I blurted out my first sexy talk.

“I want to fuck your Bhārgav Brāhmañ pussy, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Ramā Bhārgav, Fātimah Jalāl, whosoever the hell you are.”

Ramā Bhārgav just smiled and cooed.

Ramā Bhārgav. I love to remain Ramā Bhārgav. But I can’t break my Ammī’s heart even. Dad, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, says, ‘Mātrā bhavatu sammanāh’ iti Eīshānādésham.”

Feeling relaxed and unashamed to talk sexy felt liberating and free.

In fact, I liked it and loved the fact the she was getting off hearing me say those words.

She talked right back at me.

“You, the man I fuck, are older than me when all I want is your hard, experienced Bachhalyā cock. Sure, you have money, and you can keep it! I have my own money too not to be dependent on you financially. My ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, hates immensely that any of her countless daughters be ever dependent on any male whether financially or otherwise.”

I digested the immensely valuable information about Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl and her entire countless daughters whether Brāhmañ daughters or Musalmān daughters, whosoever they were.

Ramā Bhārgav hummed to me like a seductive cat.
“I wanna get fucked again and again all night,”
I looked at her.

“So you don’t mind that I’m sixty six now,” It was a grave question, asked equally gravely.
“No, I want to have you because you’re sixty six,” she too looked at me gravely.

Her dominant personality was taking control of me again.

Yet, Ramā Bhārgav herself knew she never succeeded in controlling me.

No woman however beautiful she were had succeeded ever in controlling me.

Was it because I was more Shaktimān, full of Cosmic energy, than anyone of them?

Ramā Bhārgav didn’t know for certain.

Ramā Bhārgav only knew I was never putty in her hands. She was never the boss, yet she no longer cared.

“I’m twenty nine,” Ramā Bhārgav said, shifting her beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes toward my ever handsome ever young utmost experienced Bachhalyā hard-on and gesturing at it with her chin, “and you don’t seem to mind. Why should your age bother me? It is Infinite BrāhmKalp now. Is it not?”

The room was steamed up by our sweating Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā bodies.

The glorious smell of her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot juice mixed with her perfume and our sweat hung in the air.

I spread her thick, shapely legs.

I mounted Ramā Bhārgav in the missionary position, looking down at her steaming Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, glistening with her wetness.

I slid my sixty six years old, utmost experienced legendary Bachhalyā Lund into her hot, wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, wrapping my arms around her for leverage, then launching myself into her as hard as I could, finishing the move with a hump and snap of my pelvis.

I would repeat this over and over till the end – A power fuck as hard and fast as I could.

Ramā Bhārgav needed it.

The Infinite BrāhmKalp needed it.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s moans and whimpers were spurring me on.

She hadn’t had her Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey pot slammed by me this hard in a long time, if ever.

This was hard, hot and wild sex.

It was all I knew.

As the utmost expert in the art of fucking I thought this was the best and only method in which to satisfy Ramā Bhārgav.

It seemed to be working.

Again, in my expertise in the art of fucking, I managed to find just what she wanted.

Ramā Bhārgav was a Brahm Padminī.

Nevertheless to keep optimum for the Infinite BrāhmKalp needs, not only Ramā Bhārgav, the entire Brahm Padminīs

Too instead, were trying to improve themselves constantly.

The moans and screams were nice to hear.

Ramā Bhārgav had taken over, and I felt she needed to know that I was the man and I would do the fucking.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you!” I grunted.

“Yes, by you only however, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā …. keep fucking me!” was her almost breathless answer.

Our bodies, now dripping in sweat, made a slapping sound when my hips collided with hers.

The aroma of her steaming young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  reached my nose.

“OHHHH, that’s it! Fuck my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  hard!” She could barely get the words out.

Then another series of moans and screams of passion accompanied that wonderful slapping and slurping sound our bodies made.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and balls were soaked in her ever fragrant Bhārgav Brāhmañ juices.

I continued to ram her velvet lined Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat for some time.

Now, I was in control, and she had lost her composure. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, and could not form the words to speak, only breathless moans and coos.

Wanting a change of pace, I withdrew from her and nudged her to flip over.

“I want you on your knees, Ramā Bhārgav darling! Be my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Brahm Mare.” I commanded.

Ramā Bhārgav obeyed, flipping over without a word.

“I’m going to take you from behind,” I told her in my sexiest Bachhalyā tone.

The view, from behind her, was amazing.

I entered her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and started to plow Ramā Bhārgav again as hard as I could.

After a short time we worked out a nice rhythm, where she would push her Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat back to absorb the full impact of my Bachhalyā thrust.

“My Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot hasn’t been fucked this hard by you, since college!” Ramā Bhārgav appeared to be thinking out loud.

The pronunciation of Bījāxar by Ramā Bhārgav told me she was still doing affirmations and transmissions.

No Brahm Padminī wasted her time usually.

Ramā Bhārgav too wasn’t any exception.

For someone who implied that her sex life with me was very active, Ramā Bhārgav‘s Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot was still tight.

She was facing the headboard during our doggie style romp.

After a while, without explanation, she slid forward and my tool fell out of her honey pot.

“What’s wrong?” I inquired.

“Nothing … just a second,” the words barely escaped her mouth.

She was leaning forward and reaching for something.

By the headboard, there was a nightstand with a lamp.

I thought for a second her aim was to shut or dim the lights.

Instead, she was reaching for the little knob on the drawer of the nightstand.

What she retrieved out of the drawer almost made my heart stop.

A full size tube of K-Y jelly was now in her hand, and she was handing it back to me as the moment of surprise and joy struck me like a ton of bricks.

Was this what I thought it was?

I thought I had better check first but didn’t want to scare away the moment.

Thinking quickly, I managed to play dumb:

“Your Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot is so wet. We don’t need this.”

“No!” she said, again with authority in her sultry voice. Then she uttered the words I thought I’d never hear Ramā Bhārgav say to me: “I want you to fuck me up the ass!”
I gazed upon her welcoming, sweat-soaked Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks shining like two hot buttered globes. Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, peered back at me over her shoulder, still on hands and knees while I was visually taking in the beauty of her round firm Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and its lovely crevice, following the crevice down to the wrinkled pucker of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole and her battered Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot lips, glistening and dripping with her sweet Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey.

I squeezed some K-Y on to the head of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  and slowly spread it down its length.

Ramā Bhārgav said,

“That’s fine. You need to lube up your Bachhalyā Lund, first.”

Ramā Bhārgav told me that a light massage on her lower back and bottom would help her to limber up and get loose.

I obliged.

Rubbing her waist and lower back was a sensual experience for me, too.

Especially when I worked my way to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, kneading her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks, spreading her cheeks and massaging them open and closed.

It was like playing a pornographic game of peekaboo with both of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ  fuckholes.

This allowed me a chance keeping the mood sexy and erotic.

I then got the K-Y jelly ready.

Spreading her ever beautiful young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass I rubbed her sphincter, teasing it with my finger tip looking  at beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ her asshole.

The mystery and darkness of it , the naughty taboo of it, made me hot and want to get down to business.

I squeezed out a liberal glob of it and placed it on her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bung hole, plastering her rectal pucker, caressing and spreading it in circular strokes, slowly putting more and more pressure on her asshole until the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund was in it just past the first knuckle.

“MMMMMMMMM… now we’re getting somewhere,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, acknowledged in a breathy voice.

With slow, steady pressure, I worked my lubed ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund in her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass as far as it would go.

“OHH, Ohh that’s it right there.” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, instructed. “Keep your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund there …… feel my Bhārgav Brāhmañ anal muscles relax and open slowly,” Ramā Bhārgav added, now fully enjoying the insertion. “Now your push your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more, let the half of it go inside,” she moaned.

I watched Ramā Bhārgav gravely.

“What’s that you want to destroy in this Infinite BrāhmKalp, Ramā Bhārgav, my Brahm Padminī young Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife?”

“Don’t worry,” Ramā Bhārgav laughed, “I can’t destroy your ever utmost beloved beautiful Musalmān houseladies, you know. They are still infinite times of us Brāhmañ women of yours. Aren’t they?”

I noticed that she never enjoyed anally the withdrawing of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more than the forward thrusts.

This continued until we were up to the three fourth of my Bachhalyā Lund.

Satisfied that Ramā Bhārgav‘s nether region was lubed and loosened adequately, I readied myself with more lube and was ready to mount Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, stealing another peek at her Bhārgav Brāhmañ sphincter, now visibly more open than before.

Ramā Bhārgav herself ready on her hands and knees and wiggled her Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks as if daring me to take her from behind.

I had a little trouble getting in her backdoor properly, despite my utmost experience.

Ramā Bhārgav  reached back, got hold of my erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and guided me up in to her ever beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, a procedure that always made me horny when I saw it happen.

Then, with the swollen head of my Bachhalyā Lund breaching her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, Ramā Bhārgav pushed back slowly as I pushed forward.

I penetrated Ramā Bhārgav deeper and deeper until I was balls deep, and the pink Bhārgav Brāhmañ ring of her sphincter expanded fully accommodating my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Her forbidden Bhārgav Brāhmañ passage was open and receiving my Bachhalyā tool sophisticated.

It was so tight and hot.

It felt nice.

Ramā Bhārgav looked over her shoulder and said,

“You’ll have to take it a little easier than when you were in my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, okay?” adding, “at first.” and, “when I tell you I’m ready you can go ahead and fuck as hard as you can.”

“Is that good?” I asked. “Does my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feel good up your young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass?” I smiled proudly.

“Oooooo Yeahhhhhhh,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, answered in more of a moan of ecstasy than the  actual word.

“Now tell me what you actually want to destroy here in this Infinite BrāhmKalp?” I asked mounting Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, gravely.

Chapter 24

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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 22

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 22

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

He was adamant.

His father and grandfather both were Brahmarshis in HVSI.

Why the hell Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav himself couldn’t be a Brahmarshi?

Kaikasī Chaturvedī was smart enough to understand her eldest son’s mood perfectly.

She masterminded her entire planning keeping his every potential step carefully in consideration.*

When Muħammad got engaged, it was a bit of a relief for me. Muħammad had been miserable for years after Muħammad’s wife had deserted him for me, three weeks before his Sixty Sixth birthday.

Now he seemed to be back to a vague semblance of his former self.

I was glad.

My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, had been through a lot.

It was more troublesome for me, because his wife had deserted Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah for me.

“I’m very sorry, Muħammad,” I said sincerely, “I never thought she was interested in me sexually.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah laughed.

Infinite BrāhmKalp has come. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says there were only two couples in BrāhmKalp, Brāhmañ Muslimāt and Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs. I think my wife was afraid of herself that Niranjan could not win her from me. She preferred you on Niranjan.”

“Niranjan Sharmā?”

“Niranjan Sharmā.” Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah said, “You know. He is Waħīdah’s Kħālāzād cousin.”

“Oh, yes. They loved each other perhaps since their childhood.” I remembered, “Waħīdah married you only because you were Musalmān and Niranjan Sharmā was a Brāhmañ.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah sighed.

“Niranjan Sharmā is close enough to Bhārgav

Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav now. I can’t compete even with Niranjan Sharmā.”

I had, of course, met Muħammad’s fiancée a few times when she’d stayed at our house, but after a while, Muħammad asked me if I’d be all right if Zakiyah moved in with us.

There was concern on Muħammad’s face, but it was unnecessary.

I was a quietly confident ever young man, who was simply happy for Muħammad to have found someone.

But when Muħammad came to pick him up from HVSI, I did not expect to find what I did.

When I climbed up into the back of the four-by-four, there was a dazzlingly attractive slim Musalmān redhead sitting inside, smiling at me. She was about twenty eight years old, dressed in a disturbingly low-cut turquoise top and green miniskirt.

Her legs were covered in nylons.

“Hi Durgesh,” said Muħammad.

Durgesh,” Zakiyah smiled at me, “this is my daughter, Al Jalal Al Fātimah.”

“Hi,” Al Jalal Al Fātimah had an amazing smile.

She gently shook my hand and I couldn’t help but smile seductively.

I was completely amused to female company – especially such beautiful Musalmān female company.

Musalmān females were my specialty.

Even the BrāhmKalp could not take beautiful Musalmān houseladies away from me.

Brāhmañ Muslimāt couples were normal in BrāhmKalp.

Yet, I was an exception.

Waħīdah preferred me on Niranjan Sharmā.

Didn’t she?

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav advised Niranjan Sharmā to choose another Musalmān young lady.

Waħīdah loved Durgesh.

Niranjan Sharmā was surprised.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī, she doesn’t love Durgesh. Waħīdah is opting for Durgesh either for his endless sex prowess or for his endless money.”

 Dashānan Bhārgav smiled patronizingly.

“Learn a lesson from Muħammad, Niranjan Sharmā. Waħīdah deserted Muħammad for Durgesh. Yet Muħammad doesn’t have any complaint against Durgesh. Does he?”

Pseudo Musalmīn lick the feet of their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ capable Hindu lover. The ever cuckold slaves of capable Hindus.”

 Dashānan Bhārgav smiled.

“I don’t think so, Niranjan Sharmā.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Sisters, Sujātā Sharmā, Sandhyā Sharmā, Namratā Sharmā, Kīrti Sharmā, Prabhutā Sharmā, Abhilāshā Sharmā, Nandinī Sharmā, everyone married Durgesh.”

“It’s normal.”  Niranjan Sharmā interrupted Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, “In BrāhmKalp every Brāhmañ girl is a Brāhmañ’s sister according to Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā. She is not marriageable with a Brāhmañ. The Brāhmañs are required to marry Muslimāt and Muslimāt only to devote themselves to religious severities for their entire life.”

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav smiled at Niranjan Sharmā.

“I wanted to remind you it.”

His tone was somewhat curt to Niranjan Sharmā.

Niranjan Sharmā looked at him helplessly.

Durgesh still doesn’t approve of this ever unjustified Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā. He says the Brahmkanyās must have their Swayamvar Adhikār completely.”

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav looked at him bitterly.

“Nevertheless, the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI is supporting Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, not Durgesh.”

The phone rang and she reached over to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sītā Bhārgav. It’s me.”

“Hi Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā. How are you? Nothing wrong I hope?”

“No, no, Sītā darling.  But I need you to do something for me. Are you busy, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ love?”

“I was just…” she paused and looked at the TV, “…working on something.”

“It’ll only take a few minutes, I forgot a file I kinda need for work. Can you go on my computer and email it to me. It’s -”

“Now, now, I’m not going to remember. Just gimmie a second and I’ll go to your room and pick up the phone there, ok?”

Sītā Bhārgav made her way to the second floor of the big house she shared with me and her father Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav.
Sītā Bhārgav turned on my computer and picked up the phone in my room.

I was giving her instructions but we were having trouble communicating.

“I’ve told you,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said, a little exasperated, “I don’t see a folder called ‘Work Stuff’ anywhere.”

“And you searched for the filename? You’re sure you spelt it correctly…”

“Yes!”

“Hmmm…” I muttered. “I guess I don’t absolutely have to have it…um…oh, Damn it! Of course!”

“Hmmm?”

“Oh…oh geez, sorry Sītā dear.”

“Mmm?”

“Sorry about it. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav gave a little titter of a laugh into the phone.

“Well, alright, as long as you don’t do it again. After all you are Lord Bhagvān Rām of this Bhārgav Sītā PhD.”

“Yaar, Ramā Bhārgav, your younger sister, says I’m her Lord Bhagvān Vishñu.”

Sītā Bhārgav laughed.

“Doesn’t my elder sister, Dr. Pārvatī Bhārgav, call you her Lord Bhagvān Rudr?”

I laughed too.

“Three in one?”

“All in one, you Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ.”
“Yeah, it’s just that I totally forgot something. Here’s what you need to do…” I explained to my Bhārgav Brāhmañ beloved of thirty years how to unlock the hidden and encrypted files on my computer using a password.

She sent off the email.

I confirmed I received it.

She hung up the phone and let me get back to work.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, the second eldest daughter of Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav,  was about to turn off the computer.

She hesitated for a moment.

What was there to go to except boring TV or a stack of books she didn’t really want to read, or a bed where sleep lately was elusive?

Didn’t she see something interesting a moment ago?

She opened up the list of files again.

Sure enough, there was the previously-hidden ‘Work Stuff’ folder they struggled so long to find.

And beside it some other uninteresting hidden folders were now revealed, like ‘HVSI Reports’ and ‘Bank Files’.

But Sītā Bhārgav‘s curiosity was stoked by some others:

‘Pr0n Flicks’ and ‘Pics of Slutz’ and ‘XXX Stories’.

‘No,’ she thought, ‘they can’t be. Well…well, maybe he’s just got one or two things on here…I’m sure there’s a lot of peer pressure to know a bit about that sort of thing…’

She opened up ‘Pr0n Flicks’.

The list of files was so long it scrolled down past the bottom of the screen; titles like ‘Anal Trainer’ and ‘Ass Worship’ and ‘Buttman’s Big Butt Backdoor Babes’.

She double-clicked on a file and the starting credits began to play, a rapid-fire sequence of tits and ass and cocksucking and fucking and pussy eating and assfucking and double-penetration and cum splashing everywhere and and and…

She clicked it closed.

“Oh my God,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav muttered aloud when the image had disappeared from the screen.

She went to the ‘Pics of Slutz’ folder.

As with the other folder, along with the main list of files there were subdirectories.

The one right at the top was named ‘AAAAA HOT DAMN IT – THE BEST – WHACKOFF SLIDESHOW’.

Here she found explicit, hardcore digital images.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had last peeked at a Bachhalyā Playboy many years ago, but she could tell from what was on the screen now that what was available to men had changed.

Her Bachhalyā lover, Durgesh, had pictures of beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies  and Brāhmañ houseladies even, in leather, in rubber, in lace, in chains, and of course in nothing at all.

Here were solo women, women with women, Durgesh with women, groups of women on Durgesh, and on and on and on, with every anal penetration or facial cumshot caught in explicit digital detail.

“I would have never of suspected,” she said to herself, “I would have never have known.” Then she gave a little smirk. “No wonder he likes computers so much.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav opened the ‘XXX Stories’ folder.

Among the folders I made were ‘Anal Fuckfests’, ‘Mind Control’ and ‘Ashvinātam is Best’.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took a look at the program I was using to protect these files.

She knew about computers herself.

Who doesn’t in this immensely advanced Infinite BrāhmKalp?

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw fairly quickly that it was a pretty simple program, and one where Durgesh seemed to have just enabled the basic features.

She guessed that I would change the password after tonight, so she created a login for herself, using the username ‘Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī  System‘.

Of course it was a long username.

But Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was thinking that it would have a good chance of escaping scrutiny in me the unlikely event I took a second look.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t a communal Brāhmañ young lady at all.

Neither the Brāhmañ communalism ever even tolerated in entire Golden Bhārgav Creations.

It wasn’t possible even.

Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā was the paramount constitution here.

No Brahmkanyā could be married with a Brāhmañ.

It was legally a tremendously punishable crime and morally an immensely despised great sin.

Most of the Bhārgavīs were married to Durgesh only.

Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu didn’t go through immense religious severities to marry Bhārgavīs with Bachhalyās.” Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav said furiously, “Bhārgavīs deserve Durgesh himself, no other Bachhalyā even.”

Dashānan Bhārgav was elected with even more than two third majority.

Vibhīshañ Bhārgav had argued,

“There were no Bachhalyās then anywhere when Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu had gone through immense religious severities to get infinite extremely beautiful daughters. Durgesh was the only husband available to them. Hence it’s a wrong argument that Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu didn’t go through immense religious severities to marry Bhārgavīs with Bachhalyās. He himself prepared Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, ‘Bhr’gu Shāstr Samvidhān’, constituting Brahmkanyās to marry with the Bachhalyās. There isn’t any exception for Bhārgavīs in Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, Bhr’gu Shāstr Samvidhān, that Bhārgavīs have exclusive rights on the rest of the Brahmkanyās to be Brahm Jagdambās everyone.”

Rudrāñī Bhārgav opposed Vibhīshañ Bhārgav.

She supported her utmost popular father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav.

Vibhīshañ Bhārgav was defeated tremendously.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was never communal.

Nevertheless, she was jealous of beautiful Musalmān houseladies now immensely.

They enjoyed oral and anal sex with Durgesh more frequently and more proudly than the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Bhārgavīs were no exception.

That’s why Durgesh loved beautiful Musalmān houseladies more.

That’s why beautiful Musalmān houseladies outnumber infinite times more in Durgesh’s sex life than Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.*

By the time I got home from work, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  was back in her bedroom.

She’d gone through much of the rest of my room, and found more things to pique her interest.

In the corners of my closet and in the backs of drawers she’d found recordable CD’s with suggestive labels, porn tapes and DVD’s, and stacks of magazines.

As she listened to me move around in another part of the house, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was in her bedroom behind a closed door, kneeling over on her bed and flipping through a magazine, ‘Ass-Fuckers Vol.5 No.2’, which she was sure I wouldn’t miss from my large stack.

One of her hands was between her legs rubbing her pussy, and occasionally her fingers would reach farther, to rub the sensitive crinkle of her asshole, which would make her whole body shudder.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav needed my services now tremendously.

I was sitting in the living room, reading, when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav came home from work the next day.

She was always very conservative, wearing perfect business attire; usually pantsuits that always left as little visible as possible of her neck, arms, and legs.

Her hair was always tied up in a bun or back in a tight ponytail, and her shoes were always sensible.

Not that this was foremost in my mind when I saw her, but it was the way she had always dressed since I had remembered, even back before her and her husband had split up.

Janārdan Upādhyāý married Dr. Sītā Bhārgav but never was alone with her even for a second.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav never allowed him.

“I never approved of my daughter’s illegal and immoral Brāhmañ adventure. You stay away from Sītā Bhārgav, Janārdan Upādhyāý.” He had warned Janārdan Upādhyāý ruthlessly.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav regretted her mistake of marrying a Brāhmañ.

“Your Lord Bhagvān Rām is Durgesh, Sītā Bhārgav.” Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav said his daughter coldly.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  was around the house it would usually be thick baggy jogging suits, or large shapeless sweaters and straight-leg pants.

It was as though Dr. Sītā Bhārgav were another species from the females I saw at HVSI, on TV, or in the pornography I consumed, the ones so willing to flaunt themselves and their sexuality just to get attention.

“I’m just gonna take care of some things and then get dinner started, ok dear?” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav asked.

I grunted, and out of the corner of my eye saw her hauling some bags up to her room.

Sometime later, I heard Sītā Bhārgav shuffle about in her room.

I didn’t glance over for a while, but when I did I was shocked and couldn’t break my stare.

I always thought Sītā Bhārgav had a classical face; fine lines and delicate features, a little reminiscent of the Mona Lisa, or of Greek and Roman sculptures I’d seen. She’d always worn big, practical glasses, her new pairs just like her old ones, but now for the first time I saw her wearing a sleek pair with tortoise-shell rims, that reminded me of cat’s eyes.

Her hair was sandy-brown, and at the top of her head it fell straight, but then began to curl at the level of her eyes.

She wore it untied now, and it fell around her shoulders.

Her excellent exquisite thirty years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ body, with exceptions, was slim; especially her crane-like neck, her delicate wrists, and her ankles where the contours of bone showed clearly.

But nature had also designed her body so that her breasts were large and full, and were supported by strong shoulders, and her hips and ass were big and full as well, supported by thick muscular smooth bhbr thighs.

Every daughter of Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav was a specimen of exquisite excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ beauty.
Now, she wore a flimsy wool cardigan, rose pink, with a knit loose enough to clearly show the bra underneath, and a plunging open neck that showed off much of her shoulders and the cleavage of her upper chest.

A cream-colored skirt stopped just above her knees, but had a slit up the side where I could see the top of a smoky brown stocking.

Her feet rested in shoes with a medium heel.

“Wow,” I said as I walked into her room, and then paused, searching for any other words. “Um…are we having company over or something?”

“No Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said, and turned to look at me with wide eyes. “I just thought it would be fun to dress up a bit for dinner.”

“Oh geez, I feel kinda out of it then.” I looked down to my white socks, jeans, and rock-band T-shirt. “Do you want me to change?”

“No, you’re…niiicce,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav quickly brushed her lip with the tip of her tongue, and a sparkle in her eyes made something inside me jump.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav turned away to continue her work, and I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund involuntarily pulse and twitch against the fly of my jeans.

Dinner proceeded somewhat normally, though my eyes would often wander to Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s chest, trying to make out the details of her bra, and picture how her chest would look without the cardigan draped over it.

I’d snap my head away when I became conscious of my thoughts, but then my eyes would also sometimes drift to look down through the glass table in the kitchen, looking down at Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s legs and the way she held one sleek leg against the other, and something inside of me flamed up when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s stockinged legs would rub together as she subtly shifted position.

Sītā Bhārgav didn’t give any sign of noticing, but I did notice she seemed much more chipper than usual, and always smiled when she looked at me.

I was looking out the window at the backyard when hands reached under my arms and wrapped themselves around my chest.

“Yow! Hey Sītā, you scared me!”

Sītā Bhārgav pressed her entire thirty years old, immensely beautiful, Bhārgav Brāhmañ body against me.

I felt Sītā Bhārgav’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ crotch against my hips, her big warm breasts pressed against my back. A rich, flowery scent reached, drifted my nose.

“I just wanted to say thanks for being kind to me.” She gave me a long hard squeeze. “I’m so lucky to have such a good husband.”

She placed a kiss on the back of my neck.

I froze.

We were both quiet.

A moment later Dr. Sītā Bhārgav kissed my neck again, a little off to the side of the first kiss.

Each one burned on my neck like a gunshot.

Palm flat on my chest, one of her hands began to work its way down over my stomach.

My heart hammered as I realized her hand, if it continued, would discover my pulsing ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I slammed my hips against the counter, crouching down a little so the bulge of my crotch was hidden from view.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s hand ran over my stomach, touched my waist, and then hit the counter.

She gave a disappointed sigh.

“So,” she said softly, into my ear, “what’re you doing afterwards?”

“Um…I gotta.. go to work, Sītā,” I smilrd, and glanced at the clock.

Sītā Bhārgav sighed and took her hands off my body. “Alright, I understand.” She placed a final, longer kiss on my neck, and I imagined I might have felt a little tongue.

Long after she had gone, my body missed her warmth pressing against my back.

When I got home late in the evening and turned on my computer monitor, there was a full-screen picture I was sure I had not left there.

A naked young woman, nasty lustful passion on her face, had my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund buried deep in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass.
The woman whose picture was there was Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s younger, twenty eight years old sister, Ramā Bhārgav.

Chapter 23

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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


Parkāyā Pravésh: 1

Parkāyā Pravésh

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb 

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must have heard me.

“It’s Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb on line there,” she said.

I perked up immediately.

“Okay. Thanks.” I stabbed the button for line three. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Is it a good time?” Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb said. “I tried calling your cell phone, but you didn’t answer.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I was on another call. An important one.” I frowned at the memory, but then took a deep breath and forced a smile. “What can I do for you?”

“I need help, Durgesh,” she said frankly, and I sat forward.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I bellowed, ignoring the intercom.

“You don’t have to shout,” she smiled when she appeared in the door. “I’m right here.”

“Book me on the next flight to Blacksburg, Virginia,” I said. “And have a rental car waiting at the airport. Also, call U-Haul, or Ryder, or whoever, and rent a truck for a one-way trip.”

“Are you on a white knight errand?” she asked, smiling wryly.

“My little girl needs help.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan leaned against the doorframe. “What happened?”

“Her car died and she doesn’t have a way to get home from Office. The dealership told her it would be two weeks before they’d have the parts. Damned Eurotrash imports!”

She rolled her eyes.

It was one of his frequent rants.

“Anyway,” I continued, “it’s a good time for me to go—”

“To escape, you mean,” she smiled teasing me.

“—and I’m…” I turned impish myself. “Am I that obvious?”

She smiled fondly and shook her head.

“Yeah, I guess I’m taking an impromptu vacation. But I won’t really be out of contact. I’ll have my laptop and my cell phone. Pramod can handle Raytheon, and you can handle everything here.”

She nodded.

“So I’m going to rescue my little girl.”

“She isn’t your little girl.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “She is already twenty eight and her Ammī, Al Rashīdah Al Faisal, is forty eight already. Give Rashīdah auntie some time for herself now, please. She left her husband for you when Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was actually a little girl. You’re enjoying Rashīdah auntie’s dazzling Musalmān beauty for more than twenty years now. Still you bulldoze her so much that she was complaining.”

“Nonsense,” I smiled winking at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “Al Rashīdah Al Faisal is still ravenous when I bulldoze her on the bed. Sālī, you want me to bulldoze only Jet Musalmān Beauties. Below forty only.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.

“What’s wrong in that? We need your permanently stanch, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund more into our more ravenous, more needy Musalmān Cunts than those above forty. They have enjoyed their share already too much.”

I smiled cunningly.

“That’s what my Brāhmañ and Savarñ women themselves claim that my Musalmān women have enjoyed their share already too much. Now, it’s their time.”

“Brāhm Kalp?”

“Isn’t it?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly herself.

She didn’t respond to it, deliberately.

“I’ll make all the arrangements,” she added. “Do you want me to drive you to the airport?”

I considered for a moment, but then shook my head.

I didn’t want to inconvenience her.

Besides, I needed her running things in the office.

“I’ll take a limo,” I said.

She nodded.

“I’ll have the driver meet you at the house.”

With a nod and a smile, I turned back to my computer.

I had a dozen e-mails to send before I left.

I’d also have to tell Al Rashīdah Al Faisal, but she wouldn’t care.

She and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal had a pageant in San Diego.

I vaguely recalled that it was part of the Miss California USA competition, but I didn’t give it a second thought.

Virginia was hot.

Hot and sticky.

I had already worked up a sweat just walking to my rental car.

Five minutes later, with the air conditioner on full blast, I was headed toward Blacksburg and the Virginia Tech campus.

I called Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb once I was sure of my bearings.

She gave me directions to her dorm, but I remembered the place from when I’d brought her to her Office.

She met me in the lobby and my eyes lit up when I saw her.

Unlike Al Rashīdah Al Faisal and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal—who were salon blondes—Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was dark-haired.

And while Al Rashīdah Al Faisal and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal were busty—courtesy of very expensive boob jobs—Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was petite and natural.

She was nothing like her mother or sister, and I liked that just fine.

She hugged me tight.

“Thanks for coming. I could’ve driven home by myself, but…”

“Nonsense,” I said. “That’s what I’m for. They say I can’t see any Musalmān damsel in distress ever.”

She laughed, looped her arm through mine and leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Thanks, Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt. They are right. You’re really the best.”

We picked up the rental truck and returned to the dorm, where they loaded Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb’s things.

I couldn’t imagine how she’d fit so much stuff in her tiny dorm room.

It filled nearly half of the small truck.

After she checked out of the dorm, we had dinner and spent the night in a hotel.

Her car was still with the dealer, but I arranged for us to send it cross-country when the repairs were complete.

The service manager had balked at my “request,” but the dealership’s general manager understood the unspoken threat in my voice.

The next morning, Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb and I were on the road by seven o’clock, with sausage biscuits and hot coffee.

I cringed at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s imagined reproach, but I savored the buttery biscuit and willed her to silence.

“What’re you smirking at?” Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb asked.

I controlled heating my cheeks.

“Smirking?”

“Yeah. Just now. You were smirking.”

“I shouldn’t be eating this,” I admitted.

“Because of your cholesterol?”

I nodded.

In the blink of an eye, she snatched the biscuit and began rolling down her window.

“Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb, no!”

She tossed it out, wrapper and all.

“Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb, that was my breakfast!”

“We’ll stop for an early lunch,” she said, unperturbed.

I glared at her.

“You know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s going to ask me how you ate,” she said. “And I won’t lie to her.”

“You could’ve lied this once,” I muttered, half serious, half joking.

“No, I couldn’t’ve. If you won’t take care of yourself, the women in your life will just have to do it for you.”

I wondered whether Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb had really gone through Parkāyā Pravésh.

Or was it her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ħabīb himself who had gone through Parkāyā Pravésh?*

Kħadījah Muħammad, my outqueen, my confidential secretary, my everything, smiled at me.

“Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā, an executive type is anxiously and impatiently waiting in the outer office.”

“BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā ?” I asked.

“BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “He seems accustomed to getting what he wants.”

Kħadījah Muħammad was only two years younger than me.

Yet she never looked more than thirty four.

“He wants to consult me?”

“Yes.”

“The Bachhalyās are already Vishishŧ Brahm, Kħadījah Muħammad,” I said thoughtfully, “They are almost as capable as myself.”

“Nonsense,” Kħadījah Muħammad retorted, “Nobody is as capable as you are. You have almost infinite Shaktimān, almost infinite experiences, almost omnipotent you are. The Bachhalyās are your sons from Brahm Jagdambās and their descendants only. There’s almost infinite difference in your Shaktimān and capabilities, etcetera.”

I smiled.

“Did he tell you something about what he wants me to consult about?”

“No,” Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling, “Sorry. That’s a mystery.”

“What’s the mystery?”

“All he has told me is that he is willing to pay any fee reasonable to have you a buffet dinner tonight.”

I smiled.

Kħadījah , you should have told Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā that I’m never a paid entertainer. We are busy people. It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now. We have a busy schedule today already. I see clients only by appointment.”

“I told him all that. He has come here from Brahm Ayodhyā Creations and he says you have infinite bodies.”

Kħadījah Muħammad, I…”

“As if he himself doesn’t have,”

“Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā has only countless bodies.”

“Oh,”

“You’ve already snatched away his wife, Arundhatī Joshī from him when he was Vinod Sharmā.”

“What?” I was startled.

“He hopes you owe him to help in keeping his present wife, Anjali Chaturvedī to him now.”

I was dumbfounded.*

Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me dubiously.

“I don’t think that BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā wants you as a social lion. He said he would like to have you get a feminine partner of your own choosing, and that he would like to have you observe a certain person and give him your impression of that person.”

“He said I’ve snatched away from him his wife Arundhatī Joshī  when he was Vinod Sharmā?” I watched Kħadījah Muħammad thoughtfully.

“That’s right.”

“He is from Brahm Ayodhyā Creations?”

“That’s what he said.”

“There are countless Brahm Ayodhyā Creations.”

“Sure, Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations is leading all of them today.”

I smiled.

Kħadījah Muħammad, you’ve met Arundhatī Joshī  and Vinod Sharmā both.”

“Yes,”

“Is BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā Vinod Sharmā?”

Vinod Sharmā is dead. His Ammī didn’t allow his body to be disposed of electrically. He wasn’t cremated.”

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā has the same body?”

“Certainly not. He has an entirely different ever young body. The Bachhalyās are Vishishŧ Brahm, Durgesh. They are themselves eternals as we ourselves are. It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now everywhere.”

“Yet Kaliyug has its projection still now for 4, 27, 000 years. Don’t forget it. It’s essential.”

“How the hell can I? It’s disturbing us most frequently everywhere.”

“Not most frequently, frequently only. Show Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā in, Kħadījah .”

Kħadījah Muħammad flashed me a seductive grateful smile, returned to the outer office and a moment later was back with a man somewhere in his late twenties.

He had steady black eyes that flashed out from under his smart eyebrows.

It was an integral characteristic of the Bachhalyās that they were always young, handsome and powerful.

I was their father and the Brahm Jagdambās were their mothers.

I always dreamed of to see the Dvij Hindus as young, as handsome and as powerful as the Bachhalyās were, if not better.

But the Dvij Hindus lacked the ever excellent upbringing the Bachhalyās had from their Brahm Jagdambās mothers, Brahmarshi maternal grandfathers and Brahmarshi maternal uncles.

Dvij Hindus also lacked the optimum paternal care from their Param Purush father, Vishishŧ Brahm paternal Grandfather and Vishishŧ Brahm paternal uncles.

Bachhalyās were always number one administrators consequently undisputedly.

In this Infinite BrāhmKalp, the Bachhalyās were actually ever unconquerable.

Dvij Hindus were the second one.

The traditional Brāhmañs were the third.

The Muslims were the fourth.

Infinite BrāhmKalp lacked the other societies basically.

“Your Excellency, I’m BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā from Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. I’m a businessman.”*

I smiled slightly.

“I thought so.”

“What?”

“A student of character would so classify you.”

“I see. You mean you are a student of character?”

“Any trial lawyer, any politician, likes to think that he is. If he’s at all successful he has to be. Won’t you be seated?”

“Thank you, Your Excellency,”

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā sat down across the table from me, regarded me thoughtfully, then leaned forward and put his elbows on the table.

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā’s heavy shoulders and neck gave him an air of belligerence.

“Sir,” he said politely, “that is one of the reasons I came to you despite my past experiences of you, are that you would again throw me to the wolves if there comes any beautiful lady that deserves protection more than I do.”

“I see. What’s the reason?”

“That you are a judge of character.” BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā said politely, “I need you to do some judging for me, Your Excellency.”

“You said you were Vinod Sharmā once.”

“That’s right. I suffered from a severe heart attack and couldn’t keep my life then.”

I eyed him sympathetically.

“A man should be strong enough to take anything adverse so that it doesn’t cause any heart attack to him. He is the Sun of his family, Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā.”

“My family rejected me to keep me as her Sun. She needed a better Sun, you.”

“Are you complaining to me for it, Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā?”

“I would certainly have if I were Vinod Sharmā still now.”

“I see.”

“I was a damnfool then, Your Excellency,”

“Call me ‘Durgesh’. I prefer to be called thus more. If you don’t have any adverse prejudice against it, I mean.” I smiled.

“Thank you.” BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā too smiled, “‘Durgesh’, then. I learned my lesson in the hard way. I thought a wife must be loyal to her husband,”

“Even if the husband doesn’t care to fulfill his duties towards her?”

“Well, a family needs sacrifice if we want to keep it.”

“Sacrifice from a wife always?”

“Not always.”

“Oh,”

Arundhatī Joshī, my wife then, should have divorced me if she wasn’t happy with me.”

“And since Arundhatī Joshī  didn’t divorce you, she ‘cheated’ you instead, you let a heart attack dominate you. What a manly step! Arundhatī Joshī  was the only woman for you in the entire Multiverse? Why couldn’t you yourself divorce Arundhatī Joshī , if you felt she cheated you? Vinod Sharmā, a woman appreciates a strong man, not a man as weak as you were when you were Vinod Sharmā.”

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā looked at me appreciatively.

“I accepted that I learned my lesson in the hard way, Sir. I thought you were my friend and…”

“Didn’t I advise you, Vinod Sharmā, to be more careful to your wife, Arundhatī Joshī, than you were then?”

“Well, you said I should let her suck my penis, to have anal sex with her.”

“And you couldn’t do it?”

“My traditional Brāhmañ sacraments then, never let me understand your Bachhalyā ethics.”

“These aren’t Bachhalyā ethics, BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā, these are Vedic Ethics instead. And these are never impractical.”

“I understand, now.”

“It’s your reincarnation, Punarjanm?”

Parkāyā Pravésh.”

“How? You are a Bachhalyā now. The Bachhalyās are Vishishŧ Brahm, eternals. They never die. Then how could you get a Bachhalyā male body for your Parkāyā Pravésh?”*

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā smiled.

“Sure. Who else can know more about the Bachhalyās than the original Bachhalyā that caused Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī to establish an endless Bachhalyā Empire destroying the traditional Brāhmañ Empire then forever?”

I eyed BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā scornfully.

“I hate every tradition if it isn’t scientific anymore, progressive and ‘Janébhyah’.”

“I understand.” BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā said, “I need some good detective work and don’t want it to be known to my family members.”

“Oh,”

“There are some problems when you belong to a Bachhalyā family.”

“Every family has its own individual personal problems whether Bachhalyā or otherwise. There isn’t any family, Bachhalyā, Brāhmañ, Musalmān or whatsoever that doesn’t have its own problems.”

“That’s right. But I’m telling something else.”

“I see.”

“A Bachhalyā family is somewhat far more different from the Brāhmañ families, Musalmān families, Dvij Hindu families and the rest of the other families.”

I watched BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā thoughtfully.

“I am listening to your observation.”

“A Bachhalyā family consists of Vishishŧ Brahms. It isn’t easy to plan something, even in their own benefit, concealing it from the utmost knowing Bachhalyās.”

“I understand what you want to say.” I smiled, “You have come here from a traditional Brāhmañ family. It isn’t easy for you to plan something clandestine for the utmost brilliant Vishishŧ Brahms of your family. You want my help? Okay. Tell me what your actual problem is now.”
Chapter 2

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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


Årab Mahā Bhārat: ‘Ādi Parv 1/22: Saůūdī Årabia’-18

Årab Mahā Bhārat:  :

Durgesh

 Ādi Parv 1/22: Saůūdī Årabia:

Previous Chapters

Chapter 18

Sheikħ Aħmad
Durgesh Attāhirah Assaiyad
Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī

Sheikħ Aħmad himself was startled when he found he wasn’t any longer interested in sexual intercourse with his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Kuwaiti Wahābī Musalmān wife, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā.
He had heard that his friends were licking their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass even after Durgesh fucked them.
He could never believe it.
However, it was startling to him that he himself started doing the same.
Once his wife, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā, refused to oblige him, he didn’t have another option except to seduce his twenty-five years old secretary, Attāhirah Assaiyad.
Even Attāhirah Assaiyad couldn’t believe when he asked her to seduce Durgesh, fuck him and let him eat her after that.

“While we wait for Durgesh’s cock to get hard again, which shouldn’t take very long at all. I’m going to make you cum again, Attāhirah Assaiyad. Lie on the bed.”

Attāhirah Assaiyad did and Sheikħ Aħmad pulled her extremely beautiful, young, firm, perfect, round, heavy, plump, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the edge, getting on his knees between her legs.
Sheikħ Aħmad pushed her legs open and rested them on his shoulders.
Then Sheikħ Aħmad pushed her open.
Attāhirah Assaiyad felt her inner most being exposed to air.
Sheikħ Aħmad felt him blowing gently on her and then his tongue.
Allah, Oh God, his tongue! Wet and warm ran from her pulsating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit, dipping into her tight little hole all the way down and circling her extremely beautiful, young, firm, perfect, round, heavy, plump, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole and then tracing back up.
Attāhirah Assaiyad’s body tensed and relaxed all at once.
Sheikħ Aħmad began suckling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit just as he had her nipples and the sensation was almost too much.
Sheikħ Aħmad, her employer, slid his finger inside her.
It was so much longer and bigger than hers was.
Sheikħ Aħmad felt Attāhirah Assaiyad’s body clamp onto as Sheikħ Aħmad began flickering his tongue on her sex.’

“Allah, Oh God!” Attāhirah Assaiyad sat up and wrapped her legs around his head pulling his face deeper into her.
Sheikħ Aħmad began pumping his fingers in and out and suckling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
Attāhirah Assaiyad grabbed handfuls of his hair.
Sheikħ Aħmad felt the explosion as Sheikħ Aħmad pushed Attāhirah Assaiyad’s back down onto the bed.
Attāhirah Assaiyad was already filled with my Hindu cum and her own ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cum optimum.
Yet, she still came hard.
All her muscles were clenching and releasing.
Attāhirah Assaiyad could hear her voice and her gasps without being able to control the noises she made.
As Attāhirah Assaiyad slid from the apex of pleasure, once more, Sheikħ Aħmad, her employer, gently licked her clean, slurping every bit of my Hindu cum and Attāhirah Assaiyad’s ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cum entirely.
Sheikħ Aħmad left nothing there.
Attāhirah Assaiyad’s Musalmān Cunt was as cleaned now as if she had been dooshed now perfectly.*

Attāhirah Assaiyad smiled at me,

Durgesh, that hover car accident! We informed the police at Trantor last night. They were going to notify you personally.”

“Get them on the phone, Tāhirah. I still can’t understand how a robot driven hover car can have an accident, however trivial it may be. There must be something extraordinary behind it.”

“Won’t the police can take care of it themselves? Is it necessary for the Mayor of Ved Nagar himself to take care of it?”

“There are some reasons, Attāhirah Assaiyad.” I said gravely. Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr both are in Trantor now. The police may not understand its importance. I don’t want to take any risk. I have to take care of Al Zia Al Wahāb too.”

Attāhirah Assaiyad suddenly watched me cunningly.

“Is Al Zia Al Wahāb really a cabaret dancer only, Mr. Mayor?”

“What do you mean?”

“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun, God knows better, I can’t digest Al Zia Al Wahāb is a normal cabaret dancer. I suspect she is a spy of Pseudo Musalmīn or of someone else.”

“You have already said it various times previously. I never told you that I kept watching her myself constantly. Yet, I never found anything doubtful about her.”

“She is more cunning, I think, than we anticipate her to be.” Attāhirah Assaiyad retorted.

“Well,” I said, “I haven’t stopped watching her still now.”

“I see.” Attāhirah Assaiyad sighed, “That’s all we can do in this matter, I think.”

I picked up my mobile,

“Hello, this is Durgesh. I left a memo there yesterday about being called in connection with a robot driven hover car accident. I have some property that was taken from a car that was crowded off the road. There was a Maulānā with a broken arm. You were going to get his address and call personally me back.”

“Yes, sir.” The girl on the other side said, “I have your memo in my memory bank.”

“You, a lady robot?”

“Yes, sir. I didn’t call you back because there hasn’t been any report of any accident whatsoever.”

“I see. No report made by anyone?”

“No, sir.”

“That’s strange. The robot driven hover car accident took place two or three kilometers south of Ved Nagar sector 786.”

“There’s a car overturned by the side of the road down there. However, that isn’t a hover car. That’s a normal ground car. We investigated and found out the car belonged to Shékħzādī Imāmzādī Al Ħumayrah Al Qāzī . The Ummil Åālmīn’s staff say the car was stolen a couple of days ago.”

“Did the staff report it to the police at the time?”

“I’ve personally checked that. There isn’t any record of it. Ummil Åālmīn Shékħzādī Imāmzādī Al Ħumayrah Al Qāzī doesn’t seem particularly interested in it. She left it all on her staff. There will be a repair bill on the car and the cost of towing it to a garage. Ummil Åālmīn Shékħzādī Imāmzādī Al Ħumayrah Al Qāzī doesn’t seem to think the car is worth that much. After all, she is the second multi zillionaire after your very self in the entire multiverse.”

I didn’t say anything, only kept listening to the lady robot police officer.

“It is pretty hard for the police to get anything out of an Ummil Åālmīn or her staff whenever they want to be evasive. They just go around in circles with the police in the center. The police can’t get any nearer to what they are trying to find out.”

I smiled bitterly.

As nar nahīn janméu jag māhīn,

Prabhutā pāi jāhi mad nahīn.’

There isn’t any man born in the multiverse that gets the power, yet s/he isn’t arrogant.’

Shrī Rāmcharit Mānas.

Nevertheless, what the hell could I do?

It was a Democratic Scientific System working in the entire multiverse ultimately.

My live in relationship partners had their own freedom of behavior.

Sometimes some of them exercised even more powers than even I did myself.

I resented it.

Nevertheless, I could only advise them which they were completely capable to reject outright if they didn’t agree with me.*

The girl on the other side asked,

“Sir, were you a witness to the accident?”

“I saw it,” I said. “A big limousine sideswiped the car and sent it off the road out of control. An extremely beautiful young woman was driving it. I couldn’t get her as much as I can identify her properly. Yet, I have an impression that she was Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm. Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm is my live in relationship partner now. I have investigated her personally. She denies it vehemently and claims that it’s too a part of the frame up to discredit her elder cousin, Shékħ Al Zabīr, from his throne.”*

Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was sucking my Penis passionately, teasing me impishly.

“Sālī,” I said acidly somewhat, “you are sucking me now for almost half an hour.”

“So what!” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm smiled cunningly, “I can suck you still more. Remember I am not sixty-six. You are Sixty Six.”

“I smiled humiliating her.

“If I penetrate you all your youth would vanish.”

“Your Uncut Hindu Penis  is ever more ravenous than even us ever-ravenous-for-you beautiful young Musalmān houseladies. I can’t understand how your communal Hindu lust for us Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies is never satisfied despite you are fucking us for almost infinite years.”

“My communal Hindu lust for you Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies?” I smiled teasing her.

“Isn’t it?”

“You know it better yourself, Assalāt Ibrāhīm. You loved Shékħ Al Zabīr. Yet your Sheikħ Ammī, Shékħzādī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā, explained to you that it would be wiser if you seduce me. Why? Shékħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabīr herself had gone to Ved Nagar to bring me here to protect Shékħ Al Zabīr.”

“What do you want to say?” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was suddenly all-alert.

Shékħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb is more dangerous in the eyes of Sheikħ Ammī, Shékħzādī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā than in the eyes of Shékħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabīr herself. Shékħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabīr is cunning yet she is still young.”

“And you don’t like us Musalmān houseladies young.” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm said sarcastically, “You love to enjoy sex with us more mature ones.”

“You are forgetting something you said Sheikħ Ammī, Shékħzādī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā, told you never to forget.” I made her to lie on her nude back.

“What?” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm put both of her beautiful nude legs on my shoulders taking me between them.

She herself took my ever-fierce Uncut Hindu Cock between her right thumb and forefinger and positioned it between her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips.

I pushed gently.

Yet her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal passage was so wet and so slippery that my entire Uncut Hindu Cock vanished into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy without any resistance at all.

She winked at me.

“You are again imprisoned. You naughty Hindu old scoundrel. We Musalmān houseladies would never allow you freedom, understand?”

“Sālī,” I smiled triumphantly, keeping myself deepest inside Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm, “who the hell wants freedom? I want eternal imprisonment there.”

“When I saw you in the court, I never imagined you are so sexiest.”

“Did you ever have sex with Shékħ Al Zabīr?”

“He is a damn fool in this matter. The Musalmīn have faith in Ħazrat Yūsuf ålayhissalām, not in your Lord Kr’shñ ever.”

“I know.”

“That’s why the Musalmīn are better in morals while the Hindus are better in sex.”

I suddenly asked.

“Whom do you yourself like more? Shékħ Al Zabīr or me?”*

Chapter 19
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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 21

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 21

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb

Durgesh Sītā Bhārgav

That was what Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr is actually good at.
Al Kuwait Creations were almost similar to the Gāndhār of Mahābhārat period, if there was such a period.
He still didn’t know whether there were any Mahābhārat war, or not.
The Westerners never accepted there was.
They always claimed it was only a mythological tale, nothing else.
Yet, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr wasn’t so sure now.
If Durgesh’s Time Cycle Theory were incorrect, how the hell was it possible for him to go in the Trétā era ever?
He met his real father Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī there.
Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī was exactly his identical.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr found he has so many real and half Brāhmañ sisters in Trétā.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan once more proved herself correct.
“If you lick your wife, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt
I mean, after Durgesh fucks her, you may get rid of your entire shortcomings gradually, eventually, ultimately.”
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr smiled cunningly.
Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, you want to cuckold me too?”
“Do I need to, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, smiled sarcastically.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr watched the utmost cunning young woman he had ever encountered with, in his entire life.
He could never decide who was using whom.
Sometimes he thought Durgesh was using Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, successfully, without letting her even realize what he was doing with her.
Yet, sometimes Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr himself doubted his own theory.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was getting more from Durgesh than Durgesh was getting from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated.
How then Durgesh was using her?*

Mahārānī Rājmātā Kuntī Chaturvédī was neither Mahārānī nor Rājmātā then.
She was Rājkumārī Kuntī Chaturvédī only.
What a tragedy!
She had to leave her son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, only because he was an offspring from her premarital affair.
She had numerous Musalmān lady friends that had their premarital affairs with Durgesh mostly, or at least with other capable Hindus.
They were even bold enough to revolt against their society.
Ayesha Ahmad, Dr. Ali Sina’s co-author, was a born Musalmān lady.
Yet, she bravely wrote against Islam.
Here, the traditional Paurāñik Brāhmañ of Chaturvédī Creations were obstinate not to let any Brāhmañ young lady have any premarital affair.
She was expected to be a virgin obstinately until she wasn’t married.
Rājkumārī Kuntī Chaturvédī loved Durgesh, a Bachhalyā.
Despite a large number of restrictions, she enjoyed premarital sex with Durgesh.
She deliberately conceived Durgesh’s child in her womb.
Gave birth to a handsome male child clandestinely with the help of ever revolting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She had been extolled far beyond her deserts and the incident was never mentioned.*

After my Bachhalyā Lund had exited Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ  mouth the next few jets had landed mainly on her chin.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav‘s beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ fingers then released my Bachhalyā Lund.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav brought her my Bachhalyā cum covered fingers to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth and began to lick it clean.

My eyes were grave watching her.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw my Bachhalyā Lund jump in excitement.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled.

In this Infinite BrāhmKalp now the lost glory of Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even is returning fast.

Narendr Modi is being credited for it.

However, they knew, the entire Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs, that actually entire HVSI has brought it.

How excellently the time cycle, the Kālchakr, was working!

There were Brahm Apsarās again prominent in Bollywood.

Katrina Kaif was number one, but it needed Saba Qamar too.

Infinite BrāhmKalp is now elevating Saba Qamar and other beautiful Pakistani Musalmān heroines in Bollywood.

Maryam Tanvīr Ålī is also one of them.

When she had her fingers cleaned off Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to collect my cum from her chin and sucked it off them.
“Take off your shirt,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said as I immediately pulled my shirt off and sat naked before her on the couch.

She had seen me in bathing suits around the pool many times.

Naturally, she knew pretty well what my Bachhalyā male body looked like, but now as I sat before her basking in the afterglow of the first orgasm I didn’t give myself.

I looked sexy and appealing in a way she never would have dreamed possible.

Truly I was a fine man.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached up again to my Bachhalyā Lund and began to stroke it.

It was hard almost immediately and although she very much wanted to feel me in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth again and taste my Bachhalyā cum there was something else that she knew she needed more.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly stood up before me and teasingly asked,

“Are you ready for more of your present?”

“There’s more?” I replied softly in excitement.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly untied her robe and pulled it open before letting it drop to the floor behind her.

I stared at her naked, excited Bhārgav Brāhmañ body and smiled.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel my eyes exploring her and in her heightened lust they almost felt as intense as a pair of hands touching her.

A thick mat of dark, curly hair surrounded her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched me stare patiently at the spot where her legs met.

Her exercising had kept her fit and she only had a small stomach that she knew was much smaller than any other women she knew her own age.

Her heavy tits even hadn’t started relenting to her age.

They were still where they rode on her chest.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav liked their shape and thought the even the slight dropping would give her a sexy, experienced look when naked.

It seemed like I agreed as my eyes spent several long Moments staring lustfully at her tits as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stood still before me.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped forward and straddled my Bachhalyā male lap before lowering herself toward my Bachhalyā Lund.

She reached down and easily guided my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund inside her letting herself fall down taking me all the way inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot with little fanfare.

Both of us let out long, intense groans as I felt something and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav felt something she hadn’t experienced ever before.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned close to my ear and whispered,

“There is as much of this as you want.”

I smiled at her words.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started riding up and down on my hard Bachhalyā Lund.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav threw everything into her fuck and she felt alive and excited like Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  didn’t remember was possible.

All feelings of wrong were gone now and were replaced only by a craving for more of this intense sensation.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav guided my Bachhalyā male hands around to her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and I began to grope and feel it excitedly.

The sheer Bachhalyā male desire Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel from me, thrilled her and made her want my Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot even more.

Again, this fuck was not shorter as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  had thought.

She had forgotten how excitable I could be and how little control she had the first few times I fucked.

She let out another cry as started to cum inside her pussy for the first time ever.

The sensation of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ cum bathing my still in action stiff Bachhalyā Lund  and the feeling of my body reacting so strongly to her orgasm triggered an orgasm in me too that was stronger and longer than any Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could remember having.

I opened my eyes and stared at her in pleasure as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav screamed out when her orgasm started.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav clutched me tightly to her Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits and drove my Bachhalyā Lund as far inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could, as her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  exploded into a long series of spasms and twitches.

It seemed like there wasn’t a single part of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ body that wasn’t affected by her orgasm and when it finally passed Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  sank against her Bachhalyā lover in complete relief and release.

We sat in silence for a long while with my still rock hard Bachhalyā Lund still inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot before Dr. Sītā Bhārgav finally whispered,

“That was amazing.”

I smiled,

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to. It’s my pleasure, Bachhalyā Piyā.” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav kissed me passionately on my Bachhalyā male lips.

I sat up and looked at her before answering,

“I’m honored. Yet it can also be so much more.”

After my words she moved to me and we met in a new kind of kiss.

This was the deep, exploring kiss of lovers and not at all like any kiss we had previously shared.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav immediately let her tongue enter my mouth and soon our tongues were dancing a slow, delicious dance together.

We remained in this position kissing and just basking in being naked together for a long time.

How much?

Neither of us knew nor cared to.

Then Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started her second round.

My ever stiff Bachhalyā Lund was already there completely buried into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

She fucked me this time more vigorously.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ shame was diminishing now with more and more intimacy.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav fucked me for hours rising and sitting on my Bachhalyā Lund nonstop continually without even a single indication that she was tired even a bit.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot kept swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund nonstop.

There was a third round too.

Then there was a fourth round.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Then there was a fifth, sixth and seventh round.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was fucking me as if endlessly.

My palms were playing with her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks constantly.

Eventually Dr. Sītā Bhārgav rose from my lap and held out her hand to me.

I stood, took her hand, and gravely followed her down the hallway.

For some reason Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stopped at my bedroom and led me into my own room.

My room was just a shade bigger than her own but had the same king sized bed her room had.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav didn’t know why, but something about being with me like this in my own room surrounded by the various posters of athletes, bands, and nearly naked women made the sensation more intense for her.

Since I never made my bed we didn’t even need to move the sheets as we crawled in together.

We resumed our deep kiss from earlier and kept that up for a long while before Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  decided it was time to let me explore.

I was lying on my back and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  crawled onto her hands and knees over me.

Letting her heavy tits hang down on me Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began dragging them back and forth slowly over my chest and stomach causing me to groan in outright lust.

By the time she had them over my face I began kissing them.
She rolled over onto her back letting me kneel over her as I resumed exploring her tits.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was getting very excited.
For what seemed like hours I explored her tits and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav happily let me.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was so excited and wet that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav couldn’t take any more teasing she gasped,

“Touch me.”

I looked at her as if I was unsure what she meant.

She repeated,

“Touch my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.”

I reached down and tentatively ran my fingers through her curly pussy hair.

My curious touch was very thrilling and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav longed to see what I would do next.

But Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was too excited to wait any longer for her release.

She reached down putting her fingers over mine and guided me to her clit.

I gasped in seeming surprise at the heavy wetness I found there and let her guide my fingers to the area Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted.

“There! Touch me there!” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  moaned.

I complied and began rubbing my fingers all over and around her engorged clit.

My touch was almost a turn on for her.

It didn’t take long with my fingers rubbing over her clit, even unknowingly, for her to explode into orgasm again.

I kept rubbing at her insistence and stared down at her watching her body tremble.

After she finished cumming I began exploring her pussy, tits, and stomach with my hands until she reached out and grasped my now rock hard Bachhalyā Lund.

“Fuck me,” she urged as she fondled my Bachhalyā Lund and spread her legs widely apart indicating where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted me to be.

I moved between her legs.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached down and guided my Bachhalyā Lund to the entrance of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

With a single push I drove myself all the way inside her.
Tentatively at first I began fucking her as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav gave herself over to me and let me do with her what I wanted.

After a while we reached a tempo that was easy for me to maintain and easy for her to compliment through her own Bhārgav Brāhmañ thrusts.

It felt so good for Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  to have a hard Bachhalyā Lund between her Bhārgav Brāhmañ legs that her head was spinning in bliss.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched me riding her as I pushed myself up on my hands to help my thrusting.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel me experimenting with different speeds and angles and most of all she simply basked in my desire and the feeling of my hard Bachhalyā Lund filling her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot so perfectly.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted it to last all day and it did last much longer than she expected based on our earlier encounters.

It ultimately was her own Bhārgav Brāhmañ orgasm that triggered me this time again and not the other way around.

Part of her felt silly at having so little control over her own desire it felt so amazingly good she felt like Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could cum over and over all day long.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav groaned and her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot began twitching around my Bachhalyā Lund from her orgasm, it didn’t take long for me to start cumming.

There was no way I could resist the added stimulation of her orgasm and my began just as hers was reaching its peak.

Both called out and groaned over and over as we shared a mutual orgasm.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav felt completely drained and exhausted once we finished cumming and suspected I must have felt the same way.

I collapsed into her arms and we held each other closely.

She ran her hands over my ever young, strong back and caressed my tight hips as we exchanged a few kisses and mostly just stayed together.

I seemed reluctant to let her leave so she asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Well,” I smiled, “I don’t want my present to end.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly at me and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. “Ohhh, Durgesh darling,” she purred, “This doesn’t ever have to end if you don’t want it to.”

The look of relief and excitement on my face made Dr. Sītā Bhārgav giggle.

“Come on, let’s continue till you want to,”

Her hair was still pulled up behind her head but was quite tussled and a bit of a mess.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly at her reflection in the mirror fixed opposite her and decided not to bother fixing her appearance only to get it messed up later when she planned on fucking me nonstop again.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still wore the wicked smile as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav pulled me once again on her nude Bhārgav Brāhmañ young body.

It was good to have an utmost experienced Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

Wasn’t it?

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly once more enjoying my Bachhalyā thrusts once more inside her.*

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was feeling drowsy, but not quite ready for bed.

She sat in her robe in front of the TV, sipping hot chocolate.

She’d meant to watch an educational program on the History channel, but flipping through channels she’d become interested in a trashier program gossiping about lifestyles of the Bachhalyās and their sex lives with Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs and Muslimāt.

She watched this now, half-bored.

It was the usual story shown already infinite times.

The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs lack the fire in their ever over moral Brāhmañ female bodies the Muslimāt ever do by birth.

The Muslimāt are hottest genetically.

Moreover, the lifestyle of the Muslimāt is entirely different from the lifestyle of the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Nonsense!

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav herself has satisfied Durgesh completely.

Being a Brahm Padminī, it wasn’t easy for Dr. Sītā Bhārgav to be as aggressive in sex with Durgesh as she was deliberately.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could not understand how her Musalmān sisters could manage it.

Their Ammī was the same.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl never believed in matrimony.

She was a profound feminist always.

She had sex with Durgesh even.

Yet she never surrendered to Durgesh even.

“He isn’t my husband.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl used to say, “Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, my dear child, you should have refused to your father to live with him. Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav is a good man. Yet, sorry, I can’t be his Najmah Mandodarī.”

“Ammī Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said politely, “Dad is only named Dashānan Bhārgav. He has no similarities with the historical Swarñ Lankéshvar Rāvañ Vaishravañ Paulastý.”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl laughed.

“Really? Only because Dashānan Bhārgav compelled me successfully to give you to him, you think Dashānan Bhārgav is a responsible father?”

“Dad didn’t took only me, Ammī Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said bitterly, “He compelled you to give him his every offspring from you. Nevertheless, he always requested to take care of us. He always invited you to live there in Golden Creations, Golden Capital City. What the more is needed to prove that Dad Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav is a perfectly competent and responsible father? Even Swarñ Lankéshvar Rāvañ Vaishravañ Paulastý had not only abandoned his daughter, Brahm Jagdambā, Sītā Rāvañi Vaishravañ Paulastý.”

Chapter 22
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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 20

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 20

Durgesh Brahm Mahimā Sharmā
Durgesh Mantharā Bhārgav

I hugged my Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partner, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, fucking her constantly from her glorious exquisite Sharmā Brāhmañ behind.
I have to confess, the thought of having my Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partner Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, all to myself for several days really appealed to me.
She would miss her brothers, heck I might even slightly miss her husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl, but I spoke the truth when I replied, “I can’t imagine a more wonderful person to spend Shrāvañ Parv with, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, Mérī Jān.”
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā kissed me on my Bachhalyā masculine lips.

Before we left the grocery, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā insisted we do a little more shopping, fighting the other customers for last minute buys before the storm closed everything down.
From there, we managed to get the station wagon back to her old apartment building and into the back alley where the parking slots were located.
I usually used my space for storage, but stacking things up, we managed to squeeze Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s old boat of a car inside.
We lugged our food and shopping up the five flights of stairs and then collapsed on the couch.
On the big color television I kept in my studio apartment, the weatherman was gleefully assuring everyone that with a projection of now twenty inches of snow, we would be having a very white Shrāvañ Parv.
“So, just get comfortable and snuggle up with someone you love and enjoy the snow,” he advised. Brahm Mahimā Sharmā and I just grinned at each other, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s smile just a little mysterious.
I laughed and said,
“Let it snow, let snow, let it snow!” It was December 23, and I was spending Shrāvañ Parv with the woman I loved now.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā wasn’t beautiful only, she loved me now even more than her beautiful Brāhmañ Nanads that were my Live in Relationship Partners.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s surrender to me was divine.*

Arjun Sharmā could not understand Shankar Sahajpāl when even after the enormous defeat of Congress, Shankar Sahajpāl refused to join Bhārtīý Jantā Party.
“I’m unable to understand, Mātr’Shrī, after what Shankar Sahajpāl now actually is.” He said.
Mahārānī Rājmātā Kuntī Chaturvédī smiled patronizing him.
“Arjun, you have to come out of the original Mahābhārat Kālchakr Praxép. It’s Shāshvat Satyug now.”
Yudhishŧhir Sharmā watched his traditional Purāñik Brāhmañ mother, Kuntī Chaturvédī meditatively.
Of course, she was more intelligent than the original Kuntī of Dvāpar era.
She has used Durgesh more successfully for her and her children’s benefits.
The original Kuntī of Dvāpar era could not use anyone for it.
Even Draupadī Kr’shñā was more successful than her.
Despite every effort from even the best diplomat of those days, Lord Kr’shñ, himself, Draupadī Kr’shñā successfully used Lord Kr’shñ to achieve her goal.
Even Lord Kr’shñ, the best diplomat of those days, could not stop the world war, Mahābhārat.
Now, it is Gotrbhid Mahābhārat.
Using Durgesh, Kuntī Chaturvédī has successfully brought her eldest son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, to her children’s side.
She has successfully broken the original time cycle projection in numerous matters.
Entire five Chaturvédī Kauntéý Pāndavs appreciated their shrewd Chaturvédī Brāhmañ mother for it.
“The Brāhmañs never lost their battle to Bachhalyās.” Kuntī Chaturvédī used to say, “Brahm Jagdambā movement of Bhagvān Bhr’gu was their master stroke even Durgesh couldn’t defeat.”
Bhīm Vipr Sharmā interfered.*

Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl and Ghazālah Siddīqī had already finished their dessert, gâteau de riz, and now watched Ghazālah Siddīqī spoon the last of her rice caramel with vanilla sauce.
It was only 8.30, and, except for the proprietors and beautiful waitresses, Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl and Ghazālah Siddīqī had restaurant to themselves.
It was a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot restaurant and Ghazālah Siddīqī was deliberately bringing Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl there, since his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā had gone in trance.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl had protested first strictly.
But Ghazālah Siddīqī knew he couldn’t go on protesting for ever.
He needed sex very much and his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, wasn’t available.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both helped Ghazālah Siddīqī in this matter as much as they could.
“Bhaiyā, Ghazālah Siddīqī is a good girl. Why don’t you understand? Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī would never return to you now.” Umā Dīxit said sympathetically.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl looked at Mīnāxī Sharmā.
She was one of the many sisters, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā had.
Mīnāxī Sharmā immediately confirmed what Umā Dīxit had said.
“I’m sorry to say, Bhaiyā. But Umā Dīxit is right.”
“Bhaiyā,” Rādhā Pandit said sympathetically, “You aren’t born yesterday.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
.’
You know it yourself very well.”
“Besides, Prabhā Shuklā said sadly, “Bhābhī is in trance.”
“Prabhā Shuklā, Umā Dīxit,” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl watched them reproachfully, “I’d never forgive both of you what you have done to my wife.”
“Sorry, Bhaiyā,” Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both said mischievously.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl stared at both of them.
“None of us both, neither your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, nor I, ever interfered with your freedom. We knew what you were doing with Durgesh. Yet, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā always said, ‘it’s their private matter‘. She always respected your freedom. Yet, you both…”
Ghazālah Siddīqī is a good girl, Bhaiyā.” Prabhā Shuklā said quickly.
“Good girls never rape anyone.” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl said curtly.*

Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl wasn’t a damn fool.
He understood very well that he had lost his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā forever now.
He didn’t need Prabhā Shuklā, his sister, Umā Dīxit, or Rādhā Pandit, her friends, to tell him that.
He never needed Brahm Mahimā Sharmā for sex.
The Musalmān Beauties were crazy for him.
They provided Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl immense sex despite his every protest.
Ghazālah Siddīqī wasn’t alone that raped him.
There were numerous of them.
Being a gentleman Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl could never refuse to them despite his ever strongest monogamous ideology.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl hated polygamy immensely.
Yet, the Musalmān Beauties never allowed him to practice monogamy ever.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā understand it.
She never blamed Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl for it.
Instead, she smiled.
“Let them have the pleasure, Rām, they want to have with you. As long as you love me exclusively it doesn’t make any difference how many girls make love to you unwisely.”
The more Brahm Mahimā Sharmā said it, the more Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl loved her.
Yet, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit snatched away his love, his ever faithful wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, from him.
They made her to fuck his Jījū, Durgesh.
Durgesh’s morals immensely differed from the morals of Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl was an immensely monogamous Brāhmañ ideologically even though he was never allowed to live according to his morals.
I was an ever righteous polygamist that never appreciated monogamy for noble men.
I claimed it they were running away from their duties to have the responsibilities of the needy women that needed them tremendously.

He suddenly heard Ghazālah Siddīqī asking him,
“Rām, whatever are you brooding about?”
“Brooding?” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl came out of his thoughts, “Never. I was only thinking back─how we first met.”
Ghazālah Siddīqī gripped his arm more possessively.
But Ghazālah Siddīqī wasn’t alone that gripped his arm more possessively.
There were too many more.
“I never think of that.” Ghazālah Siddīqī smiled gracefully, “Only of now.”
“What of Durgesh, my Jījū?” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl asked Ghazālah Siddīqī gravely.
Ghazālah Siddīqī smiled.
“Your younger brothers, Brahm Bhūshañ Shukl, Nīhār Ranjan Shukl, Umā Dutt Shukl, Pārvatī Charañ Shukl, everyone has understood they can’t stop their wives to flirt with their Bachhalyā Nandoī.”
“They aren’t flirting with Durgesh Jījū, Ghazālah Siddīqī,” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl smiled ironically, “They are having sex with him. I hate to interfere in my younger brothers’ private life, but I am ashamed of them. They have compromised with their cuckolding even to their beautiful Brāhmañ wives and Durgesh Jījū.”
Ghazālah Siddīqī watched him sympathetically.
She deliberately didn’t tell Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl what his younger brothers tell in answer to that.
“Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl Bhaiyā is ashamed of us that our Brāhmañ wives too have sex with Durgesh Jījū. Yet, we are proud of it that our high moralist elder brother has a Brāhmañ wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī, that is traveling the entire creations in constant sexual union with Durgesh Jījū.”
Ghazālah Siddīqī didn’t want to hurt Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl more.*

Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī wasn’t surprised even a bit when Suyodhan Sharmā visited him.
Ignoring protocol Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī himself boarded the ship.
He wore a holographic identity card.
It displayed his handsome unbearded face with remarkable fidelity, and underneath it was his name,

Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī,
President
Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations

Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī still had a fresh and easy going look and manner.
He stared about the ship with clear amazement.
“How did you get down this fast, Suyodhan Sharma, my friend? We weren’t expecting you for two hours.”
“It’s a new model ship,” said Suyodhan Sharma, with non-committal politeness.
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī stepped into the pilot room and said at once,
“Gravitic?”
“With alternative Eīshān Vaigyānik arrangements.” Suyodhan Sharma said tonelessly.
He wasn’t foolish enough to deny anything that was so obvious.
Besides, he expressly wanted to impress Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī that he too can get from HVSI what the Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations get.
He wasn’t a damn fool enough to trust Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī that he would still remain loyal to his friendship.
Yes, he said with his Presidency on Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations, Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations would never fight against Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations.
But why should she?
With Durgesh Jījū and Arjun Sharma with her, why Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations would need ever to attack on Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations?
It was a wrong decision to divide Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations into Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations and Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations.
Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations, thus, lost the unimaginable Eīshān Vaigyānik warriors Arjun Sharma, and Bhīmvipr Sharma.
His ever infamous maternal uncle, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, never understood the importance of Arjun Sharma, and Bhīmvipr Sharma in these Eīshān Vaigyānik days, in this Eīshān Vaigyānik era.
Hey Bhagvān, how the morals changed so fast.
Polygamy replaced monogamy fastly.
Yet, LGBT also spread tremendously and cuckolding consequently.
It wasn’t limited to Pseudo Musalmīn now.
Even so many traditional Brāhmañs were suffering from it, so many Savarñs too.
Suyodhan Sharma was surprised that the Shūdrāntyaj Hindus were least suffering from it.
The cuckold life was a normal life for the LGBT now.
They were even proud of it.

Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī smiled.
“Very interesting. We hear of them but we never see them somehow. Motors in the hull?”
“That’s so.” Suyodhan Sharma said.
“Eīshān Vaigyānik Motors too?”
“Eīshān Vaigyānik Motors too.”
Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs?”
“Hell, nope! They fail miserably. Hopeless entirely.”
“I see. Ashvinātam?”
“We haven’t another option. Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Yantrs are suitable optimum only in building families and running the administration in constructive manner. They don’t accept any cunning strategy even, while ashvinātam Yantr work smoothly everywhere.”
“I understand,” Suyodhan Sharma said gravely.
Kuntī Chaturvédī was smarter than all of them thought.
“It’s great that a Chaturvédī, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, is the new President of a Sharma Brahm Creations.” Suyodhan Sharma smiled to ease the high political tension somewhat.
The original Kuntī of Dvāpar era could never succeed in bringing back her eldest pre-marital son, Karñ, in her favor.
He died fighting for Duryodhan.
But Kuntī Chaturvédī had learned her lesson from it.
She also gave birth to a son before she was married.
She also abandoned him.
Yet, Kuntī Chaturvédī managed to watch him on her own yacht, traveling beside her son.
She knew where her son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, was.
She managed to be friend of Rādhā, Adhirath’s wife, and kept an eye on her son constantly.*

Kuntī Chaturvédī put her beautiful nude Chaturvédī Brāhmañ legs on my equally nude shoulders.
She herself arched her waist, elevated it to receive my Bachhalyā penetration.
She had vowed not to let the world war, Mahābhārat again.
It was the Infinite Brāhm Kalp now, its everfirst Satyug, Sanā Kr’tyug.
She was worried that Gāndhārī Mukherjī Dīdī could not explain to her brother, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, that Shakuni was a failed person despite all his shrewdness and smartness.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr was still following Shakuni.
He didn’t believe that Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī would still work for his ever ambitious Bhānjā, Suyodhan Sharma.
My Bachhalyā Lund penetrated Kuntī Chaturvédī’s ever tight Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Choot.
It was a Yogdarshan now that I should use Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Yantr for creative and constructive affirmations and transmissions.
It’s more appropriate than Ashvinātam Yantr is even for creative and constructive affirmations and transmissions.
“You are keeping watch on Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, Durgesh?”
“Don’t worry, Kuntī Chaturvédī,” I smiled, “Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī isn’t your son alone. I’m too his real father. I too love my son.”
Kuntī Chaturvédī constricted her Chaturvédī Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my entirely immersed ever creative ever constructive Bachhalyā Lund.
Suyodhan Sharma is your responsibility.”
“Okay,”
“I’m afraid of the original Mahābhārat Time Cycle.”
“We are successfully changing it, darling,” I reassured her, “You’ve visited the ultimately improved Trétā now yourself. Has Kaikéyī succeeded? Has Mantharā succeeded?”
“Well, it took too many time slits however,”
“It was necessary.”
“I understand. Yet I wonder often how many time slits our Mahābhārat Time Cycle itself would require to make it entirely ineffective.”*

Suyodhan Sharma touched Pāndu Sharma’s feet.
Pāndu Sharma hugged him.
“How’s my ever smart nephew?”
“Eīshānasýānugraham, Pitr’výshrī,” Suyodhan Sharma smiled politely.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī also bent to touch Pāndu Sharma’s feet, but Pāndu Sharma stopped her as soon as she bent.
“No, my child,” Pāndu Sharma hugged her; “You are my daughter in law, not less than my own daughter herself. You don’t need it,”
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī expressed her respect to Pāndu Sharma, nevertheless.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī was shrewder than Suyodhan Sharma even.
She had vowed not to let Suyodhan Sharma influenced by Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr’s dirty politics.
It was her own idea that they should visit Sharma Brāhmañ Indrprasth Creations.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī fucked me in front of Suyodhan Sharma.
She had numerous beautiful Musalmān girlfriends that she allowed Suyodhan Sharma to fuck even when Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī and I were enjoying sex.
“The damnfool,” Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī used to say scornfully, “He hates me for my comparatively inherent Brāhmañ coldness for sex. He loves to fuck my beautiful Musalmān girlfriends instead wildly.”
“Beware of Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, however,” I had warned her fucking Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī gently, yet passionately, she needed my masculine Bachhalyā love very much, “Most of the Musalmān girlfriends you have are Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr’s commandos and duly trained professional secret agents.”
“I know. My father is a Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ, but my Ammī is a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān that left Saåūdī Årab when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t her President.” Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī smiled, “She deliberately married me with Suyodhan Sharma because she wanted the original Time Cycle of Mahābhārat not let to repeat. She knew neither Suyodhan Sharma nor his rest of the ninety-nine younger brothers do understand what Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr is after.”
I smiled.
“You are prepared for them?”
“Sure, but Ammī wants me only to act on what you allow me to. She thinks you are yourself adamant not to let any inter Creations war happen. It’s better to work under your strategy, instead of devising our own that may conflict with what you are already acting on.”
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī was straddling me.
She was a Brahm Padminī.
She never needed very much sex to satisfy her sexual needs.
Generally, until I was aroused, she had already had her orgasm.
It was the real reason why most Brāhmañs never wanted to marry Brahm Padminīs, despite their ever incredible immerse beauty.*

Mantharā Bhārgav was herself a Brahm Padminī.
Nevertheless, her sexual needs were higher than the rest of the Brahm Padminīs.
“You alright, Mantharā Bhārgav?” I spoke, softly stroking her hair before planting a kiss on the top of her head.

“Had a horrible day but I’m better now that you’re home,” Mantharā Bhārgav smiled, reaching out and linking her hand with mine.

“I’m sorry to hear that… want to talk about it?” I asked, stroking her face.
I didn’t say she succeeded in exploiting Kaikéyī Mukherjī.
It wasn’t a fact actually.
Kaikéyī Mukherjī herself wanted to send Rām Chaturvédī in exile.
She never believed Rām Chaturvédī had his Svarūpé Avasthānam ultimately.
Mantharā Bhārgav advised Kaikéyī Mukherjī that it was some political strategy of HVSI Creations.
HVSI Creations had actually kidnapped Rām Chaturvédī and I had replaced him.
Neither Mantharā Bhārgav could believe, nor Kaikéyī Mukherjī, they had really sent me in exile successfully.
Mantharā Bhārgav failed in Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, but she had succeeded here in Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations at least.

“No, not really. Just want a cuddle,” Mantharā Bhārgav replied with a small smile, gazing up into my warm handsome Bachhalyā eyes.

Sliding my arms around her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body and pulling her closer to me, I noticed how cold Mantharā Bhārgav was.
“Baby, you’re freezing,” I sounded concerned, as I tightened my grip on Mantharā Bhārgav and rubbed my hands over her back.

“It was pouring when I got off work and I didn’t have an umbrella with me,” Mantharā Bhārgav explained, “Think I’m just tired though.” Mantharā Bhārgav yawned, snuggling against my strong Bachhalyā arms.

“Do you want to go upstairs and share a long, leisurely bath?” I whispered against her hair, feeling her hands run up and down my upper Bachhalyā thigh.

“Mmm… that sounds good. It might be just what I need,” Mantharā Bhārgav sighed, already starting to feel much better now that I was home.
She could not believe I wasn’t really angry with her.
Had Durgesh blamed Kaikéyī Mukherjī only for what Mantharā Bhārgav too had planned and succeeded in doing?

“Come with me then,” I smiled as I removed the blanket from around Mantharā Bhārgav and pulled Mantharā Bhārgav to her feet.
Linking her fingers with mine, I slowly lifted each one in turn, kissing the back of each hand affectionately, before taking Mantharā Bhārgav with me upstairs to our master bedroom.

“Get undressed, baby and I’ll go run the bath,” I said, planting a soft kiss on her red crimson beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips and then disappeared into the en-suite bathroom.

Mantharā Bhārgav let her clothes fall to the floor in a heap at her feet, too tired to care about the mess.
All Mantharā Bhārgav wanted was to soak in the warm water in our bath, snuggled in my strong Bachhalyā arms and erase the memory of the day Mantharā Bhārgav had had.
Yet not everything of it.
Her extraordinary success on Durgesh himself must be celebrated.
A grand sex session with Durgesh himself!
What the hell could be better?

Wandering into the bathroom, a small smile tugged at her red crimson beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips when Mantharā Bhārgav found me leaning over the spacious bathtub, checking the water.

Leaning against the doorframe, Mantharā Bhārgav let her eyes drop and found herself staring at my firm buttocks.
The tight fitting dark jeans pulled even tighter as I bent over the bath.
The material snug around my toned buttocks making Mantharā Bhārgav itch to touch my Bachhalyā Penis. Stepping up behind me and circling her arms around my ever excellent, ever athletic, male Bachhalyā body, Mantharā Bhārgav smiled as Mantharā Bhārgav felt me alert slightly in her beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ arms, having obviously not heard me come in.

“I missed you when I got home today,” Mantharā Bhārgav mumbled against my broad back, slipping her hands under the hem of my T-shirt at the front and running her hands across my muscular upper body, loving the feel of my chest hair tangling in her fingers.

Turning off the tabs, I straightened myself in her embrace and turned around to face her.
Wrapping my arms around her lithe Bhārgav young Brāhmañ body, my hands instantly gravitated downwards her toned bum, each hand grasping a buttock and gently kneading the peachy flesh.

“Missed you too, baby. But I’m here now…” I trailed off before leaning down and capturing her red crimson beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips in a tender and unhurried Bachhalyā kiss.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you’re so beautiful, Mantharā Bhārgav,” I murmured as I broke the kiss and looked down at her naked exquisite young Bhārgav Brāhmañ body, my jeans tightening around my Bachhalyā male groin.*

Blushing, Mantharā Bhārgav looked up at me through lowered lashes and I stared into her extremely beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes for a while.

“Get into the bath, Mantharā Bhārgav, and I’ll join you in a second,” I smiled, letting go of her.

Making sure the water wasn’t too hot; Mantharā Bhārgav slowly eased herself into the bath and lowered her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body down, sighing as the warm water enveloped her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body.
Looking up at me, watching me the whole time, Mantharā Bhārgav smiled as she gazed at my naked body and felt certain parts of her another twitch.

Walking over to the bath, I supported myself on the marble edge of the tub as I stepped in and slowly sank down into the warm water behind Mantharā Bhārgav, pulling her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body close to mine.

“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked softly, running my hands up and down her arms in soothing motions.

“Much better,” Mantharā Bhārgav sighed, tipping her head back against my shoulder and giving me a loving smile.

Kaikéyī Mukherjī was constantly transmitting to her what she was watching.
It wasn’t entirely unexpected.
Even in his Rām Chaturvédī body Durgesh was the utmost popular man in Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations.
Most of the Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations that were prominent in business and other commercial activities had declared their immediate independence and their loyalty with Durgesh.
“It’s impossible to believe what the federal government is advertising. We have more faith in HVSI Creations federal government than we have in the federal government of Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations.
The minute our first lady, Kaikéyī Mukherjī, brought her friend, Mantharā Bhārgav, here, we knew the ever failed ideology, Communism, is overpowering here. We’ve already warned our federal government every now and then that it would be extremely dangerous to our business and commerce if we still continued in the federation.
“Communism is an ever failed ideology that never supported any viability to any business and commerce. Prior to it that the new federal order can harm it irrevocably, we declare our independence from the new federal order of Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations.”

Mantharā Bhārgav wasn’t worried however, neither Kaikéyī Mukherjī.

Grabbing my hands, Mantharā Bhārgav guided my arms tighter around her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body as Mantharā Bhārgav lay back against me and closed her extremely beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes, enjoying the feel of my warm, wet skin against her own.
I pulled my strong muscular arms even closer around her young body.

“Good,” I replied, sounding a little relieved.
I always hated it when Mantharā Bhārgav was down or upset and left no stone unturned to make sure Mantharā Bhārgav felt okay. “Mantharā Bhārgav, I love you,” I whispered against her ear, my breath hot on her skin, which sent a shiver down her back.

“I love you too, Durgesh,” Mantharā Bhārgav muttered contentedly, snuggling further into my embrace, causing the water to gently lap between us.

Mantharā Bhārgav relaxed completely in my arms as my fingers softly stroked the wet skin on her upper arms and one foot lovingly caressed her leg.
Mantharā Bhārgav saw me smiling to myself as I gazed down at her face.

“What?” Mantharā Bhārgav demanded.
I shook my head.

“Just seeing how beautiful you look, lying here in my arms, illuminated only by the soft light,” I smiled.

“Hmm… I like the feeling of you naked against me,” Mantharā Bhārgav said all of a sudden.

Mantharā Bhārgav, I like feeling you naked against me too,” I laughed, my hands dipping below the water and cupping her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ breasts in my palms, squeezing the soft flesh and playing with her nipples.

Opening her extremely beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes, Mantharā Bhārgav pushed into my touch, biting her bottom lip as Mantharā Bhārgav felt my erection growing against her back.
Twisting her head, I brushed her red crimson beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips against mine, our tongues immediately coming out to play as they slowly slid over each other, tasting and licking and slipping in and out of our warm, familiar mouths.

As we continued to leisurely kiss, tongues wounding round their counterpart, I ran my hands over her taught stomach and down to her core, her quiet moans being swallowed by our kiss as my Bachhalyā Lund came into contact with her already erect Bhārgav Brāhmañ clit.

Mantharā Bhārgav gently spread her legs, giving me better access to her moist opening as I dipped in my immensely hardened Bachhalyā Lund, spreading her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips while my Bachhalyā Lund slipped over her Bhārgav Brāhmañ clit, circling the erect nub with the tip of my Bachhalyā Lund, occasionally flicking it, teasing Mantharā Bhārgav.*

Kaikéyī Mukherjī was equally unworried.
She had already anticipated everything.
As soon as her son Bharat Chaturvédī would arrive, the entire revolt against Communism would calm down, eventually, ultimately.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr was quite capable in handling such matters.

Chapter 21
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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 19

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 19

Durgesh Rādhā Pandit
Durgesh Umā Dīxit

Rādhā Pandit‘s hand was slowly stroking me with a tight grip.
A clear drop formed on the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock as her tongue made slow circles on the glands.
Rādhā Pandit was bringing the tip of her Pandit tongue to the clear Bachhalyā drop, licking it; the pulling away causing a thin string of pre cum to stretch between my hard Bachhalyā Cock and her beautiful Pandit mouth.
Rādhā Pandit smiled.
She was of course lucky to have this great Bachhalyā Prick.
It was now very much in demand among countless extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, Christian Beauties, Jew Beauties, atheist Beauties and Brāhmañ Beauties too.
Rādhā Pandit rolled her tongue in her mouth savoring the taste then moved her mouth towards my Bachhalyā Cock in earnest.
She took first the head then most of my Bachhalyā shaft into her warm wet Pandit mouth.
She sucked slow deep deliberate strokes.
Rādhā Pandit was taking me deeper each time.
Watching her extremely beautiful Pandit head bobbing between my Bachhalyā legs with my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, at my side; was almost surreal.
Yet it was true.
It was happening.

I had always told Umā Dīxit that the one and only bad part of a blowjob is that I can’t kiss her as I cum.
Therefore, as Rādhā Pandit expertly sucked my throbbing Bachhalyā Cock Umā Dīxit kissed me passionately.
She broke our kiss and whispered in my ear.
“Watch this.”
Umā Dīxit moved down to my balls and started to suck them as Rādhā Pandit’s head kept bobbing on my Bachhalyā shaft.
She then joined Umā Dīxit.
Each of them was with a Bachhalyā ball in the extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth, sucking me hard.

I groaned deeply and watched as they both started to lick up my Bachhalyā shaft.
Rādhā Pandit’s red Pandit lips were on one side and Umā Dīxit’s pink lips were on the other.
Their both Brāhmañ tongues were licking my aching Bachhalyā rod.
Then they did it.
They both tilted their extremely beautiful Brāhmañ heads towards me and their lips and tongues touched with my hard Bachhalyā Cock between them.
Keeping their extremely beautiful Brāhmañ lips pressed together, forming a tunnel that my Bachhalyā Cock passed through, as their tongues licked my Bachhalyā shaft, causing every nerve ending to spark to life at once.

I could feel my Bachhalyā balls start to tighten and I moaned.
“Rādhā Pandit, Umā Dīxit, mérī Brāhmañ Chhammak Chhallos, I’m getting close.”
As my breathing got shallow and quick, Umā Dīxit moved up to kiss me as Rādhā Pandit sucked me deep into her Pandit mouth again.
Umā Dīxit whispered directing my gaze at her friend.
“I had to promise her your first Bachhalyā load to get her here tonight. It was one of her two conditions.”
Then she kissed me deeply.
She broke our kiss and I watched her put her hand on the back of Rādhā Pandit’s head urging her deeper.
She wrapped her long slender Dīxit fingers around my Bachhalyā Cock and started to stroke me quickly into Rādhā Pandit’s Brāhmañ mouth.
“Come on Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, give it to her. Shoot your hot Bachhalyā load between her red Brāhmañ lips.”
I could feel my Bachhalyā body tighten as my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, continued to stroke my Bachhalyā Cock into her friend’s exquisite Brāhmañ mouth.
I tried to hold off a few seconds longer trying to make it last.
Then there was a sudden jerk of my hips.
Umā Dīxit called out,
“Here it comes, Rādhā Pandit.”
Then Umā Dīxit kissed me passionately.
I could feel Rādhā Pandit’s Pandit lips tighten around the Bachhalyā shaft of my Bachhalyā Cock as I erupted.
Pumping what felt like a quart of hot Bachhalyā cum into the mouth of my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s redhead Pandit friend.
I could hear Rādhā Pandit gulping to swallow as surge after Bachhalyā surge hit the back of her Pandit throat.

As our kiss broke I looked into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, ice blue eyes as she smiled at me.
“Rādhā Pandit is one of the good Bachhalyā Cock suckers Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs of yours, isn’t she, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā?”

I nodded as I looked down at Rādhā Pandit.
Drops of pearl white Bachhalyā cum were still clinging to her Pandit lips.
Her eyes were watering, as Rādhā Pandit squeezed my still throbbing Bachhalyā Cock, milking out the last drop.
“I almost couldn’t handle it all.” Rādhā Pandit acknowledged softly.
“See, I told you,” laughed Umā Dīxit. “Here let me help you.”
As she leaned towards Rādhā Pandit, I was speechless and stunned at what was about to happen.
Umā Dīxit put her long fingers under Rādhā Pandit’s chin, lifted her exquisite Pandit face and kissed her full on the lips licking my Bachhalyā cum from them.
Their tongues probing each other’s exquisite Brāhmañ mouth as their kiss lingered.
I could feel my Bachhalyā Cock start to twitch back to life.

Rādhā Pandit looked at my Bachhalyā Cock as it started to swell again and said.
“I think Durgesh likes seeing us share his Bachhalyā cum. Let’s keep doing it.”
Umā Dīxit just nodded in affirmation licking a drop of my Bachhalyā cum from her lower Pandit lip.
Their hands moved slowly over each other’s body.
Neither of them had done this before so it was new to all of us.
Rādhā Pandit seemed to be bolder than my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit was, as she drew Umā Dīxit’s nipple between her lips causing her to gasp at the sensation.
I was not going to let an opportunity like this pass so I slowly moved between my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, legs, removed her thong panties and placed her Dīxit legs over my Bachhalyā shoulders.
Rādhā Pandit started lightly to lick the puffy folds of Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips.
Umā Dīxit sighed softly as Rādhā Pandit’s tongue worked its way between her folds with long slow broad licks from back to front, causing her body to tighten, tremble, in anticipation.

I soon started making circles around her hard little Dīxit clit with the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock .
This combined with the unfamiliar sensations of having Rādhā Pandit licking and sucking her nipples soon had my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, hurdling towards the brink of orgasm.

Her back arched and her legs tightened around Rādhā Pandit’s neck pressing her Brāhmañ mound to her mouth.
She cried out.
“Hey Bhagvān … Oh, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, fuck me. That’s good!”
Her moans and cries were soon muffled by Rādhā Pandit placing her mouth on her, as she continued to knead Umā Dīxit’s big beautiful tits.
My wife’s friend’s, Umā Dīxit’s, Dīxit body convulsed.
Bucking her hips and quaking, as wave after orgasmic wave coursed through her body, leaving gasping for air with ragged breaths.

Eating my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, Brāhmañ Pussy and bringing her to a strong orgasm has always been one of Rādhā Pandit’s favorite things, but doing this, while I kissed her tits and kissed her lips, was beyond anything I could imagine.
My Bachhalyā Cock was as hard as an iron bar, and I knew right where I wanted to put it.

Rādhā Pandit was on her knees beside my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit.
Umā Dīxit was still trying to catch her breath panting from the series of powerful orgasms that had just wracked her body.
Neither of them was paying very close attention to me until they realized that I had positioned myself behind Rādhā Pandit’s kneeling Pandit body.

Rādhā Pandit was startled as I grabbed her Pandit buttocks in my strong hands holding her fast.
Umā Dīxit, from where she was sitting; could see my face.
She had seen that look before, and knew that her friend was in for one hell of a Bachhalyā ride.

Rādhā Pandit gasped as her panties were torn from her Pandit body with one quick snap of my wrist.
She had always seen me as a gentleman, kind and polite.
This side of me was new to her, but she wanted me now.
She was going to get me.

Rādhā Pandit sighed, looked at Umā Dīxit for guidance, but all Umā Dīxit could do was looking her right in the eyes and say.
“You, my dear Pandit Beauty, are about to get fucked by the ever ravenous Bachhalyā, savagely.”

I pressed my aching Bachhalyā Cock against Rādhā Pandit’s wet hot Brāhmañ Pussy, and felt her muscles slowly start to give way.
Once I had the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock in her, she was mine.
She moaned and gasped as I pushed my Bachhalyā Cock deeper into her stretching Brāhmañ Pussy walls until my Bachhalyā balls rested against her exquisite Pandit Brāhmañ ass.
I withdrew my Bachhalyā Cock until just the tip was still in her and pushed it into her again with one motion, slow and deep.
The next time was a bit faster, and the time after faster yet.
It was until I was pounding her Brāhmañ Pussy from behind as hard as I could.
My Bachhalyā thighs were slapping against her, with each Bachhalyā thrust, sending rippling shockwave across her pretty Pandit ass.

Rādhā Pandit was screaming and moaning as my Bachhalyā Cock assaulted her Brāhmañ Pussy.
Her Pandit body was writhing beneath me as she made guttural sounds as she begged.
“Oh fuck me Durgesh! Hey Bhagvān… Please fuck me harder! Oh yes … OH…OH FUCK!” Her breathing only came in gasps and her back arched as I reached for her bouncing pillowy tits, pinching her nipples as I franticly fucked Rādhā Pandit.

This is when Umā Dīxit returned the favor, slid under Rādhā Pandit’s bouncing Pandit tits, and sucked them while I pressed my Bachhalyā Prick fucking Rādhā Pandit to a new level.
Rādhā Pandit threw back her head causing her deep red Mane of hair to fly to one side.
“Oh fuck … oh .. oh .. oh .. OOOOOH … I’m cumming … OH FUCK me, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā !” Her Pandit body quivered and shook beneath me as jolts of orgasmic pleasure shot through her.
Rādhā Pandit’s Brāhmañ Pussy gripped my thrusting Bachhalyā shaft as I pulled her on my Bachhalyā Cock.

Her Brāhmañ Pussy was so tight and wet gripping me, holding me deep inside her.
I felt like my Bachhalyā loins were on fire as my balls tightened and I gushed my hot Bachhalyā seed deepest into Rādhā Pandit’s Pandit Brāhmañ womb.

All the three of us felt the effects of our salacious adventures so far so we decided to take a break and have a glass of juice.

The Brāhmañ girls went to the bedroom and adjusted what little they had on.
Rādhā Pandit adjusted the cups of her corset so they acted like a shelf bra leaving both of her nipples totally exposed.

We sat, drank our juice and talked for a while.
There was a lot of banter between the Brāhmañ girls.
“Have you ever done that before?” Umā Dīxit asked.
Rādhā Pandit replied.
“Never in my life! Durgesh is the utmost fast worker, I admit.”
Then I had an idea.
“What we need is a little competition to see which of the two of you Brāhmañ Beauties gets my attention next.”
“What do you have in mind?” Umā Dīxit asked.
“Yeah, what kind of competition are you thinking about?” Inquired Rādhā Pandit also, with a sly smile.
“Oh, Brāhmañ Beauties, don’t worry there really aren’t any losers in my idea.”
“OK I’m in.” Chirped my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit.
“Me too.” Added Rādhā Pandit.
“OK … Wait right here. I’ll be right back.”
I quickly went into the bedroom, and returned almost as quickly.
“OK … Who picks first?”
“Rādhā Pandit can.” said Umā Dīxit.
“OK, Rādhā Pandit, which hand do you want right or left.” I asked holding my hands behind my back.”
“Right,” she answered.
“Right it is. So Umā Dīxit, you get the left.” I brought my hands from behind my back.
In each my hand there was a vibrator.
In the right hand was a smooth eight inch very powerful brown vibrator.
In the left was a seven inch black vibrator with the added little clit stimulating bunny on top.
Umā Dīxit asked.
“What are we supposed to do with these?”
I laughed.
“You don’t know?”
“Well, we are not your much experienced Musalmān Beauties. You know. What’s your idea, wise Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Well, both of you sit on the couch and get comfortable. I will kneel between the two of you and insert the vibrators that you have chosen. I will adjust them as instructed by you, and the one who cums first wins.”
“What do we win?” asked Rādhā Pandit.
“The winner gets to do what I say, the looser gets to watch.”
“Sounds like fun either way.” said Umā Dīxit.
Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit sat on the couch side by side, as I positioned myself between them.
The view was amazing.
Two beautiful Brāhmañ Beauties with their legs spread and pure lust in their eyes as I eased the vibrators into their waiting Brāhmañ Pussies.
Once they were in, I hit the switches as close to simultaneously as I could, causing both the Brāhmañ Beauties to twitch with the sensation.

Rādhā Pandit cooed as the vibrations brought her Brāhmañ Pussy to life.
I pushed deep enough into Umā Dīxit to let the little bunny work on her hard Dīxit clit.
Soon Rādhā Pandit’s hips started to grinding against my hand and my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, was arching her back as she grew closer to her climax.
Both of their bodies were writhing there before me and I felt like I had control of their Brāhmañ worlds.
All they wanted was to cum and that was left to my whim.
Both, Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit; were gasping and moaning loudly now.
Each was racing to her finish, not wanting to hold back this time.

I thrust the brown vibrator in and out of Rādhā Pandit’s wet Brāhmañ Pussy.
I turned up the vibrations to max and she screamed with feverish delight.
Umā Dīxit had an almost painful expression on her face as her body tightened.
She pushed down with her heels and lifted her tight Dīxit ass off the couch.
Rādhā Pandit’s knees were up to her heaving chest as she pushed herself towards pleasure.
Then all at once my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, hips bucked and she launched herself into orgasm followed, not five seconds later, by Rādhā Pandit.
Both Brāhmañ Beauties were twisting and writhing in the ecstasy of carnal release, as waves of orgasm washed over them.

“OK Umā Dīxit, you’re the winner.” I announced.

“It’s not fair,” Rādhā Pandit said with a pout on her face. “She had a better vibrator.”

“It was fair Rādhā Pandit.” I teased. “You got to choose first, and you got what you picked. In this house we live up to the wagers we make and the games we play.” I looked at my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, with a teasing smile. “But I tell you what Rādhā Pandit. Being that you lost the challenge, I’ll allow you to pick what I do with Umā Dīxit. How’s that?”

“OK.” Rādhā Pandit said with a bright devilish smile. “Let’s see. Everybody in the office thinks you’re such a prude never fooling around with any of the office hunks, not even flirting. A real tight ass most of the Bachhalyās would say. So that’s it … You have to fuck Umā Dīxit’s tight Dīxit ass.”

Umā Dīxit looked shocked…
“Who says I’m a prude? Just because I’m there to work not play grab ass!”

I Laughed…
“OK honey … It’s ok let me just prove them wrong tonight.”

I took Umā Dīxit by hand and we walked back to the master bedroom with Rādhā Pandit following close behind.

My wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, climbed onto our king size bed and bent over giving me a perfect angle to enter her, as I took the slick lube from the nightstand drawer.
I positioned myself behind her and applied a large glob of lube to her Dīxit rectum.
I prepared to place my Bachhalyā Cock at her Dīxit opening when Rādhā Pandit asked.
“Can I help you do that .. please.”
“Sure.”
She wrapped her Pandit fingers tightly around my hard Bachhalyā Cock, gave it a few quick strokes and placed the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock against lube that coated Umā Dīxit’s tight pink Dīxit Brāhmañ hole.
I started to push into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, and Rādhā Pandit only let go when there was no more room for her hand.

Umā Dīxit let out a deep guttural moan as my Bachhalyā Cock eased deep into her Dīxit Brāhmañ ass.
I thrust slowly yet deep until my Bachhalyā balls bounced off her Dīxit Brāhmañ asscheeks.
I rocked back and forth fucking my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, tight Dīxit Brāhmañ ass as Rādhā Pandit watched in disbelief as Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ ass accommodated my thick long Bachhalyā Cock.
Her Dīxit moans were more frequent and her breathing was getting more rapid.
I reached around and played with her hard little Dīxit clit.
I felt Rādhā Pandit’s hand on top of mine as I stroked Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy.
I removed my hand and allowed her to continue alone as Umā Dīxit rocked back to meet my thrusting Bachhalyā Cock.
Her back arched and she threw back her head as her Dīxit body trembled in yet another series of orgasmic rushes.

I felt my groin tighten and thrust frantically into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, beautiful peach shaped Dīxit ass as torrents of my hot Bachhalyā sperm gushed into her tight pink Dīxit Brāhmañ ass.

We lay that way joined together until my Bachhalyā Cock hardened again and slipped from Umā Dīxit’s exquisite Brāhmañ ass.
The warmth of our body’s was comforting us.
I got up slowly and went to take a shower before fucking Rādhā Pandit once more.
Yet, this time in her Pandit Brāhmañ ass.
Umā Dīxit wanted it as Rādhā Pandit did for her.

Chapter 20
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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 Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-38

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 38

Durgesh Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm
Durgesh Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr

As usual, I was awake at six and, as usual, my cock was wide awake, even pissing didn’t calm it.
I slipped out of bed to let Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm sleep.
She was up all night and eventually took an Ambien.
She’d be out until noon.
It was warm, being late May so I was in just a pair of boxers to sleep.
I padded down to the kitchen to start my morning routine.

The house is a big colonial.
The kitchen is in the back corner.
There’s a big table that seat six in front of the slider to the screen porch.
The island and counters or off to the right of the table.
I looped around the bottom of the stairs and look out the slider.
It was going to be a nice day.
I’ll probably go for a run later.
I liked being in shape.
Despite my sixty five, I was still in shape so much that most of them sincerely believed I was thirty five only.
Just Eighteen Just Adult claimed I was twenty eight only.
The men hero-worshiped me, instead of being jealous of me.
Yes, there were some of them that were even jealous of me sometimes.
Yet, even they couldn’t deny they hero-worshiped me mostly instead of being jealous.

Usually, I started my coffee and, while it brewed, I was watching a video of Ůzmah Altāf Waħīd.

The computer was up on the counter so I could watch while I walked there doing my walking exercise.
Ůzmah Altāf Waħīd was on the balcony of her apartment, naked, and working her shaved extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a lovely vibrator.
She was about 44 and thin.
She shaved and had a nice set of beautiful Musalmān tits, probably a C. As she fucked herself, she repeated my name and told me how much she missed me and my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
Well, who the hell didn’t if she was beautiful, they said.
They flattered me?
Because they knew, I’d love to hear it?
Well, I damn care as long as they keep fucking me.

I kept watching.
Just as I was about to slip my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cockout I hear giggling.

“Nice one, Durgesh.”

I walked confidently and slammed the computer.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter!
I forgot she finished her junior year at college and was coming home.
She must have gotten in late last night.
I turned to face the counter.
She just walked in, wearing a long tee that I assumed had something under it.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm grabbed a cup and stepped next to me, filling it.
I stood there, controlling myself neither humiliated, nor shrinking.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Ammī must have reminded me of her daughter, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm.
Only because I didn’t fuck her, until she herself didn’t fuck me, could not allow her to push me in this humiliating position with her own daughter, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm just went, pulled out one of the chairs and sat, putting her marvelous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass on the edge.
She leaned back.
She had the chair turned away from the table, sort half facing the slider and half facing me.
She looked quite comfortable sitting there.
The long tee had moved a little but still covered the apex of her smooth beautiful young Musalmān thighs.
As I took my first sip I looked over my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm.
She was built like her Ammī, not real tall but nice and curvy.
I knew she had no bra on.
She seldom wore them at home and her C to almost D breasts were having a life of their own as she moved.
As she sipped, she pushed her thick brown hair back and cocked her young beautiful head.

“Durgesh, it’s no big deal, really. You know I’m not a virgin and I’ve seen your unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock penetrating my own Ammī.”

I knew my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, was not a virgin because I caught her in her senior year of high school fucking myself when I was sleeping in my room.
I scolded her.
Yet she kept fucking me entirely unashamed of herself.
It was the old story.
She wasn’t supposed to be getting home early.
The kitchen was silent now, just the muted sounds of the birds waking up.

“You should never have done that, you know it.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm gave a little laugh.
We’ve never really talked about this.
Back then, I just pretended it never happened and she never brought it up, until now.
I moved to get a mug and fill it.
My unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock had wilted well under the circumstances and it was safe.
I turned towards the table and saw Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm looking at me over the rim of her mug, a whimsical look in her extremely beautiful brown Musalmān eyes.

“Uh huh, Durgesh, and did you not mean to stay that long and love me fucking you, both times?”

I controlled myself not to redden.
I didn’t know she knew about the second time too I had wakened.

We had taken a family vacation the next year.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Ammī had brought me, separate rooms, our rules, even though Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm and I knew what was going to happen.
Anyway, we took off first thing in the morning.
It was a French island and I went walking while Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm slept on the beach under the umbrella.
I found out the beach had a nude section.
There were clothed people walking through but I felt funny so I cut up into the dunes.
Well, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm found one Hindu man Musalmān woman couple just finishing a fuck and steered away only to practically stumble on another.
She changed course and was much more careful and the third time, heard them first.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm was curious so she got closer.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm carefully used the dune grass to shield her approach.
As the grass thinned, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm could see a man standing and a woman on her knees in front of him.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm loved blowjobs and she was going to enjoy watching.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm shifted her position to see and got a surprise.
It was Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Ammī and Durgesh again.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm didn’t leave.
I was a handsome guy and all muscle.
Well, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm watched as her Ammī took my long thick unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock right down her Musalmān throat.
I moaned.

“Oh Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, baby, I love it when you suck my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock. You are so good.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still marvelously beautiful Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, slipped her lush Musalmān lips off the big head of my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock.

“That’s because I love sucking your unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock, lover.”

Then Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, greedily slammed her beautiful Musalmān mouth back down on her lover’s Uncut Hindu Penis.
Using her hand under it to twist and stroke.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm looked around to make sure she wasn’t seen by anyone.
This was wrong but Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm didn’t care.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm began masturbating, watching as her Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, gave me an excellent blowjob.

After a few minutes, I gently pulled her off and lay down.
My unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock was ready.
As I lay down it rested against my hard abs.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, stepped over me, straddling my waist.
She knelt down and got comfortable in the sand.
Both of us were breathing hard.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Musalmān Pussy was immensely wet.
So wrong but so exciting.
We were looking into each other’s eyes as Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still marvelously beautiful Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, reached under her and aimed my Hindu rod.
Then as we both groaned, she settled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock.
“I’m going to last too long, baby, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr.” I smiled impishly, “Call your beautiful Musalmān lady friends first to replace you if you can’t accompany me that long.”

“Hey, what do you think of me? Am I stupid enough not to understand even it? I’ve already arranged for as many replacements of mine as you need. Don’t worry, I’d never leave you unsatisfied. Just fuck me!”

Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr panted as she pumped my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock into her soaked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
The liquid sound of our union was audible even where Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm stood touching herself.
I fucked Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still miraculously beautiful Ammī, for hours nonstop.
“Allah,” Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still miraculously beautiful Ammī, wondered, “How the hell do you have such an infinite lust to fuck us Musalmān houseladies even at your sixty five while you are fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies your entire life since your earliest childhood? Your Hindu lust for us beautiful Musalmān houseladies is still infinite, miraculously.”
I smiled.
“I never fuck you extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies only to enjoy your ever incomparable Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty.”
“You always say that.”
“Because that’s the truth.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“You are my ashvinātam Sharīr Yantr. We both make it when we fuck. I always told you. Why don’t you understand?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is correct in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī vaginal rheostat theory?”
“Yes, but she molds it sometimes to her own benefits unscientifically too.”
“Every politician does that,” Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr laughed good-naturedly. “Gonna cum baby! Please cum with me at least in my mouth. Please. I beg of you. ”
“Okay, but in your mouth, not in your Cunt still now.”
“Thank you.”

Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr leapt off me and in a flash had my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock, shiny with her dew, in her beautiful Musalmān mouth. Just in time.

“OOOOOHHHHHHHFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!”

I groaned.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm saw my ass cheeks clench as I sent my Hindu cum down Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr’s, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still miraculously beautiful Ammī’s throat.
Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr cleaned my wilting unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock off and we got up to leave.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm heard her Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, say.

“Durgesh, it’s exciting fucking here, I love it more when somebody sees us.”

Up until now, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm never knew her Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, was referring to Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm herself.
She was so excited that Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm fucked me again at the same night I fucked her Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, in the daytime.
Fortunately, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm changed the subject, sort of.
She straightened up and took another sip of coffee.

“So, Durgesh, why weren’t you upstairs working that unit out on Ammī? I know you two love to fuck very much.”

“Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, that’s a bit coarse. It’s that thyroid condition. She’s doing better but the meds have killed her sex drive temporarily. She had no interest at all now. It got very frustrating for both of us. But I’m not really wanting to discuss this with my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, thank you.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm took a sip.
She cocked her young beautiful Musalmān head.

“Got, huh? Wow, big change. I gotta tell you, I used to love hearing you two at night. So what are you doing about the lack of sex with my Ammī, Durgesh?”

I should have known.
Yet, I was surprised.

“You listened to us making love?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm laughed.

“Durgesh, I used to jill off listening, and that wasn’t making love, you two fucked.”

I had to get this conversation off this tack.

“Well, her meds and the Ambien have put an end to that, until she gets better, and I don’t think I should be talking about this with my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter,”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm waved her hand and put her cup down.

“Why not, Durgesh? I’m 21 years old, we’re both adults. Furthermore, I’ve seen you and Ammī fuck and, of course, I’ve fucked you too, you already know that now, right?”

I was in a rhetorical corner.

“Well, yes, but you are my friend’s daughter. What you did while I was asleep, wasn’t my fault.”

I made a point of not asking how she saw Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr and me.
I really was not feeling comfortable with this chat, partly because it was playing on a lot of guilty thoughts.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm laughed, shifted a little and then leaned back.
Her tee was now pulled up a bit and I could see she had green panties on.
The fabric was pressed tightly against her extremely beautiful young Musalmān mound.
I assumed she had continued her practice of shaving herself there as I could make out the pattern of her beautiful Musalmān vagina in the cotton.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm shrugged.
She moved her legs a bit.
That’s when it dawned on me.
My friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, was intentionally displaying herself to me.
This was new.
She’d never done anything like this.
She’s no prude but she always observed some decorum.

“Well, too bad, Durgesh. I think this is important and I’m not stopping. So, if Ammī’s out of service what are you doing?”

The whole scenario was hitting me a little too hard in the wrong way.

“Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, this isn’t really your business and I really do not want to talk about it. Can we talk about something else, please?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm laughed and gave me a very knowing smirk.
I knew she was not letting this go.

“Hmmm, well, Durgesh, clearly, it’s more than just jerking off.”

How did this lovely little girl turn into such an outspoken woman?
She was on this like a badger and clearly enjoying my deliberate discomfort of my morals.
I could not fuck my friend’s daughter, even if she had already fucked me in my sleep.

“Well, aren’t you the worldly young woman?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm sighed and moved her left leg, turning her ankle in such a way that a gap opened between the leg of her panties and her thigh.
I couldn’t see anything but the shadow created fed my improper thoughts revived by my inappropriate memories.
The uncomfortable feeling of being grilled on this, kept my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock from reacting.
I got up to pour a second cup, filling hers.
She leaned forward to help me, giving me a clear view down the front of the tired tee shirt.
I looked, I couldn’t help it.
She had wonderful young Musalmān breasts, so young and firm. I turned away to put the carafe back on the unit.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm leaned back again.

“Durgesh, I’ve shared an apartment with four other girls for three years. We were like family. Your toes would curl if I told you what we’ve done.”

I was trying to think of a reason to leave the room and end this.
I was cautious for my resolve if I stayed.
However, when she said that, I lost any resolve I had.
I was going to see this through, wherever it went.

“Maybe I should sit down before you inevitably tell me, since you’re determined to shock me.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm giggled.

“Sit or stand, won’t matter, Durgesh. I know how big it is. I have fucked you more than even you know. I already have a son from you.”
I jumped inadvertently.
“Whaaaaaat?”*

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm smiled triumphantly.
“Surprised? Why should you? Most of us Musalmān houseladies of your friends do it.”
I was startled.
“Most of your Musalmān stepsisters did it. Most of your Musalmān stepdaughters did it. Most of your Musalmān stepmothers did it. Your bloody Hindu morals never left another option for us. You don’t understand your unique uniqueness. None can replace you ever. Neither sexually, nor emotionally, nor in any other manner whatsoever. We need you, you stupid. Why don’t you understand?”

I sat at the end of the table.
If anything came up, at least I had cover.
I was getting used to this, but it was still a bit odd.
I sipped my coffee and attempted to sound bored.
“I doubt you’d curl my toes but go ahead and try.”
“Okay, Durgesh, well, you’ve met the Musalmān girls, right? So, visualize us all at a nudist resort for a weekend.”

I had no trouble with that.
Why should I?
Damn it.
All her roommates were good looking Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women.
Not fashion model or centerfold stuff but good looking and nicely built, nevertheless.
I’d love to see them playing volleyball naked.
I faked a yawn.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm smiled.
“We liked it so much we became nudists in the apartment. The whole thing was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s idea, we just went with it.”

I groaned.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, again?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm gave me a fake glare.
“Not good enough? Okay, we made a rule, all visitors had to be nude.”

I thought for a second, she had me on that one.
I looked at my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, and arched an eyebrow.
“Everybody? And how did that work out?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm smiled.
She knew she had me on the hook now.
She shifted again, now opening up the other leg hole of her panties.
Still nothing but shadow, but now I was getting more comfortable.
I felt a little stirring too.
I was seated up to the table, so I was safe, for now.
However, I knew this was just beginning.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm got a very wicked grin on her face.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!
Was she actually mother of my son?
A twenty one years old extremely beautiful young Musalmān lady!
Deliberately became the mother of my son, a Hindu’s they used to call Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!
So that she could make me feel guilty if I ever wanted to severe my relationship with her?
“Very well, Durgesh, and in some very interesting ways.” she said.

I looked at her as I took my mug and had another sip, waiting.

“Well, when Hindu guys stopped by, not necessarily our boyfriends, they fought it. They’d see us open the door naked and get all drooly until we told them the deal. But they gave in pretty quick. We’d hold small parties and they got pretty popular. I will confess we did took advantage of the situation but always in our rooms, no orgies or gangbangs.”
“I’m relieved to know that. I can only imagine what it was like.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm grinned.
She sat up, clenched her smooth beautiful young Musalmān thighs together, took a breath and settled back against the chair, with her legs slowly moving open to the position she had before.
Then I saw it, a small dark spot, exactly where you’d expect it to be.
That was my warning that this tale was going to get wild.
“I bet you can, Durgesh, I bet you can. But the real surprise was when Al Vaqār Al Qur’an’s parents came to visit her.”

Chapter 39
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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 6

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 6

Durgesh Åāliyah Kamāluddīn
Mecca Fataħ
Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār

He smiled.
Durgesh never doubted that it was the very thing we ourselves wanted?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn too smiled cunningly at her Musalmān husband.
“You have yourself watched the entire video in trimension, haven’t you? Decide yourself.”
“He still thinks our movement ‘Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah’ is only what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks it is?”
“Muħammad Kamāluddīn, You yourself have entered numerous affirmations and transmissions in between our videos and spread them everywhere as our porn videos. Haven’t we gotten positive results always?”
“Sure, if it weren’t so, we would have already abandoned this utopian scheme you Musalmān houseladies proposed.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right, I told you.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said triumphantly enthusiastically, “Our code Mecca Fataħ has worked with Al Ghausiyah Al Imtiyāz and it’s still working with us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said it starts the time cycle of Mecca Fataħ once we announce it with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside us.”
“Is it too Bījāxar now?” Muħammad Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly at his extremely beautiful wife.
“There, my dear husband, I’m sure, I can’t help you. I don’t know the Ultimate Science behind it they call Eīshān Vigyān.”

Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still lying on her back.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn, her husband was between her legs.
He was eating her dazzling Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn couldn’t deny since Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was fucking Durgesh, her already dazzling Musalmān beauty was becoming more and more dazzling.
He didn’t know his aids was being cured or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised him to lick his Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and even their Musalmān ass after Durgesh fucked them.
“The entire Pseudo Musalmān terrorism is immensely against Islam, Muħammad Kamāluddīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put her right palm on his head, “See yourself. Your entire mujāhidīn are now suffering from aids, cancer etc. ever incurable diseases. Only their own Musalmān houseladies can cure them if they fuck Durgesh and let them lick their orgasmic secretions from right their sexual organs.”*

I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār again,
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do then?”
“He went down to Mexico and had a talk with a lawyer. The Mexican lawyer advised Al Nādir Al Ghāzī he could establish a residence by some sort of proxy. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says the Mexican lawyer made it sound pretty good. He got a Mexican divorce and we married afterwards in Mexico. We followed a procedure worked out by the Mexican lawyer. She seemed not only to know her business but also she was the best in this game.”
“Game?”
“What else is it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked me contemptuously, “They have made marriage difficult and Live in Relationship easy. The damn fools are harming the very society they are there to protect.”
I agreed with her.
Since Friedrich Engels had written ‘The Origin of Family Private Property and the State’, the shallow thinkers were crazy to destroy family to destroy Private Property.
They forget that Communism has failed miserably politically everywhere only within Seven