Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 24
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The New Order taking place
She laughed,
“I love when you are harsh at me, shows you’re still sweet.” The smile left her face and pointing at me, she said, “Take your shirt off and come swimming with me.”
This time it sounded as if she were making it an official demand and she started to tug on my shirt again.
I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards.
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stop!” I snapped at her.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, immediately removed her hand from my arm and staring up at me asked, “What’s the matter, my dear ultimate husband? Why are you mad?”
“I…” deciding to be honest, or as much as I dared to be I blurted out, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t you think that suit is a bit much?”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, narrowed her eyes and looking down at her chest, shrugged, causing her ample tits to bounce fetchingly, “What do you mean?”
“It’s…Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you’re showing an awful lot.”
“Do I look bad?” she asked and to my dismay, stood up in front of me.
I was now confronted with her perfect Musalmān tits at eye level as well as the sight of her flat hard stomach to which she had recently added a ruby stud piercing in her naval.
I had the absurd urge to lean forward and kiss her stomach, but instead fought to keep my voice steady as I said,
“Not at all, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, in fact, ummm…maybe you look too good. Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and his friends were all but drooling over you.”
“I know.” She smiled, “I love it.”
“You…”
“Yes, Durgesh, it’s a turn on to have guys staring at me and getting worked up. Just because I’m twenty eight doesn’t mean I’m dead. I work hard to stay in shape and I like being rewarded for it.”
“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq ….”
“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq likes it too.” That sly smile returned, “He loves knowing these kids look at me, he likes me showing off.”
“Did…did you guys just talk about that?” I asked her.
“Why would you ask that?” for the first time, since I had come out there she looked serious.
“Well because, you weren’t dressing like this last month.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was silent for a Moment, then smiled, but this one seemed normal, “You’re a smart man Durgesh. “Yes my husband and I had a talk when he started traveling because I know a lot of guys his age who do start fooling around and picking up women and hookers and…”
“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq would never do that.” I told her. “He loves you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“I’m glad you see that.” She told me, placing her warm hand on my cheek. “My husband and I are very much in love and we love you too. We would never do anything that would hurt each other, only things we would…” she paused as if trying to think of what she would say next, “Enjoy.”
“Enjoy?”
“We’re a family and we should do things as a family. We should love together and have fun together, even if it seems odd.”
“What are you talking about?”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, frowned and it hit me she seemed as if she had said something she shouldn’t have.
“Well I mean me dressing like this. When we spoke, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said I was very sexy and he wished I would show it more. He said he likes it when guys check me out so I’ve been flaunting it a bit.” She looked down at me and shrugged, “So since it makes me happy you should just go along with it.”
“Umm, okay.” I said, trying to get off the awkward subject.
“Hey, Hindu Piyā, my ultimate husband, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” I said.
“Do you think I’m sexy?”
“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I told her, “I don’t see you like that.”
“No? Right now you don’t think I look good?”
“You….” I tried to speak around the growing tightness in my throat. “You’re beautiful Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“Thank you!” she smiled, “But that’s not what I’m talking about. I want to know if you think I’m, you know, a young woman?”
The thought hit me like a slap in the face.
That was all this was about.
I felt a wave of relief flood through me.
That could even explain her wanting more attention and affection from me.
I was no longer her father in law’s friend which to her was another sign of her intentions.
This didn’t address my own issues of seeing her exactly how it appeared she wanted to be seen, but if this was a crises then it was just a phase and soon she would go back to normal and I would too.
Taking a chance it wouldn’t be the wrong thing to do, I managed a low whistle and smiling shook my head,
“You’re the hottest, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I know, you could be on those web sites!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and after kissing me affectionately on the cheek said, “Hey what web sites? What are you looking at on that lap top of yours?”
“I…” again I smiled, but she waved her hand.
‘I don’t care, Durgesh. You’re a man actually in this household to keep my four young mothers in law satisfied sexually,” she touched my chest again “And an impressive one at that. You want to watch porn go for it,” she winked, “I watch it all the time!”
“Oh,” I nodded, “Uh, okay.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned forward until her tits were inches from my face and putting her lips so close to my ear I could feel her breath said,
“I like to watch those sites you’re talking about where the young Musalmān women my age have sex with Hindu guys your age. In fact I was thinking of it when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was staring at me, thinking about what he would do to me.”
“T…tmi again,” I laughed.
“And again, I guess I’m supposed to be dead,” she sighed softly in my ear and beneath my hands my aching Uncut Hindu Lund twitched.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her arm around me and surprised me by giving me a hug that left her young Musalmān tits pressing against my wide Hindu male chest.
“I love you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.” She whispered.
“I love you to.” I replied trying not to think about the warm pleasant sensation of her chest.
She leaned back and I asked,
“What’s with calling me Hindu Piyā, ultimate husband?”
“Aren’t you? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim you are.”
“No,” I said with a smile, “I’m not responsible for what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim about me.”
“Ohh,” she purred again, “I like that though,” she looked down and with a small smile said, “Hey Durgesh?”
“What Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”
“Why won’t you move your hands?”
“I…” I had no idea what to say. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly made it worse with her next remark.
“You hiding something under there?”
“No!” I exclaimed, “Just uh…comfortable.”
“Durgesh, you look anything but comfortable right now,” she pointed out. “You look cautious.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, made me even more cautious by sinking back down to her knees between my legs again.
“I’m fine,” I said sounding anything but, “Just tired I…hey!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had grabbed my wrists and tried to pull them from my lap.
I resisted and looking at me, her smile gone, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Durgesh, move your hands, now.”
I fought against her another Moment, then let her move my hands.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at my hands first as if she thought I was hiding something in them, which made me feel a little better, but then her eyes dropped to my lap and I saw them widen.
I followed her gaze and had to stifle a groan at the obvious bulge in my shorts.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at me, a small smile playing about her lips, but didn’t say anything; I was ready to blurt out an apology when I jumped at the sound of Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s voice behind me.
“Hey, what are you two doing out here?”
“Nothing!” I declared.
“We were just fooling around.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, smiling up at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq who had come around the chair to face us.
“Yeah, that’s what it looked like,” he laughed, “Tell you what Al Fātimah Al Waħīd; you don’t want to know what that looked like from upstairs.”
I felt my face growing hot yet again; this was exactly what I had been cautious of.
Sitting back on her knees, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rolled her eyes,
“You’re such a pervert, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he’s my father in law’s friend for Allah’s sakes.”
“I know,” he waved his hand at us, “I’m only kidding, but I did find myself wondering if those goons next door were watching.”
“I hope they were watching earlier.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, smiled up at him, “Because then it was exactly what this looks like.”
“Guys please!” I said as, now with my cock sufficiently shriveled, I stood up. “Keep it to yourselves!”
“But it’s more fun to share.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and as I looked down saw her face was level with my crotch.
Suddenly Al Fātimah Al Waħīd opened her beautiful young Musalmān mouth and took my again hardening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it.
I was shocked pleasantly.
Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was sucking me madly, wildly.
I tried to step backwards.
Al Fātimah Al Waħīd didn’t let me.
She kept me sucking wildly.
“What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Fātimah Al Waħīd kept repeating.
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had gone already.
When?
I didn’t know.
“That’s called TMI.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said as she finally got to her feet after swallowing my entire Hindu sperm that blasted into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth nonstop.
Al Fātimah Al Waħīd began to walk towards the house.
I stared at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s almost bare Musalmān ass while she walked across the deck and swore she was swinging her hips more than she needed to.
Her firm Musalmān ass had no jiggle to it at all and I swore if I didn’t know her I would think she was a girl my age in intellect at least.
“Nice Musalmān ass, huh, Hindu Stepfather?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq asked.
I wasn’t aware of when he again joined us.
Did he see his wife sucking me?
I didn’t know.
Neither had I cared now.
“What?” I asked, snapping out of my fog and looking over at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.
He was smiling.
“Your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s got one hell of a Musalmān ass, doesn’t she?”
“I…I guess.” I shrugged, “She’s my…”
“Oh, please,” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq slapped me on the shoulder, “She’s your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but she’s a Musalmān woman and a damn fine one, don’t you think?”
“Um, sure.” I nodded, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looks good for her age.”
“For any age.” He said as he continued to watch her.
I didn’t answer, instead I watched him watch his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and thought my Bahū Bégums did make a good looking couple with me.
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was a couple of years older than Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but except for a few grays near his temples looked much younger.
I definitely got me a lot of compliments from the beautiful girls.
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq finally looked over at me and asked,
“So what was up with you and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked like you were giving her a hard time?”
“No, I….she wanted me to go swimming and I didn’t feel like it.”
“Why not?” he smirked, “Hot Musalmān woman wants you in the pool, you go, no?”
“If she wasn’t your wife,”
When he shrugged I paused and thought about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s odd behavior.
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and I had a great relationship and I’d always been able to talk to him about anything so taking the plunge I asked,
“Hey, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, can I talk to you?”
“Sure, Durgesh, what’s up?”
“Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s acting kind of weird lately.”
“What do you mean?”
When I’d first started talking he’d looked as if he were lost in thought, but now his eyes were focused on mine.
“Come on, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, look at that bikini, she didn’t dress like before, never mind lately.”
“She didn’t because we were a kid and she didn’t want to be that Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, that the old frumpy looking Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s called a slut, she toned it down because she was a Bahū Bégum.”
“She’s still a Bahū Bégum.” I pointed out.
“Yeah but you’re the ultimate husband of the entire womankind now, Durgesh.” Putting his arm around me he continued, “Look I get it, it’s embarrassing, your best friends gawking at her, pointing her out to his friends, busting you up because your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s a mature man lover and…”
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said you like them looking.”
He frowned,
“You guys talked about it?”
“Yeah, I made a comment about the bikini it makes me…uncomfortable; I mean her boobs were almost falling out.”
“Well I’m glad you know you can talk to us Durgesh,” he squeezed my shoulder with his large hand so hard I winced, “I’ve always been glad that we’re a close family and I want us to be even closer, that’s why I feel like an ass with this job right now.”
“That’s okay Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, you’re doing it for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd and I appreciate it.”
“I’ll do anything for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, Durgesh,” he said, giving me another painful squeeze, “And I hope someday you’ll do anything for me and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“Anything.” I told him, “Just name it.”
“There might be a favor I might need from you soon, but for now back to Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he sighed, “Look Durgesh, she’s a sexy woman and she’s at an age she needs to flaunt it and be told she is. She told me last night it drives her crazy to think those kids are jerking off to her, she…”
“She said that?” I was appalled.
“Please, Durgesh, like I said, she is a woman and honestly I like the idea of other guys wanting what I have. So, don’t worry about it. It might be a little awkward for you with your friends, but you can deal with it.”
“Yeah, well she’s being really affectionate lately too, and…” I sighed, “She’s making me a little uncomfortable.”
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq turned so that he was standing directly in front of me and with an odd look on his face, asked, “How so? What do you mean uncomfortable?”
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! What an idiot! What was I supposed to do, tell my friend, my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was getting me horny?
“Durgesh?” He was looking at me and seemed excited for some reason.
“Oh, well, uh…she’s kind of like hanging on me and the ways she’s dressing.”
“I still don’t see what you’re getting at.” He shook his head.
“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, she was on her knees and you said you knew what it looked like.” I said gravely.
“I was just kidding about that!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq laughed, “I knew nothing was happening.”
“But…it just wasn’t proper I guess.” I looked back up at him. “She crawled over to me, like…”
“Like?”
“I felt like I was in some type of weird sick movie.” I heard my voice crack and was surprised that I was starting to get upset.
Looking away as I spoke, I added,
“I felt like she was messing with me.”
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq stared at me for a Moment then nodded as if in resignation,
“Okay, well seeing you’re thinking like that I’ll fess up; I was watching out the window and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saw me and was putting on a show for me. She wasn’t trying to make you feel weird.”
“Oh.” I said, instantly feeling better.
“And as far as being affectionate goes, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, is lonely when I’m gone, plus she misses you wanting to be close to her, so just let her get close to you okay? It makes her feel good.” He smiled, “Can you do that for me? Be good to your Bahū Bégum when I’m not around?”
“Sure.” I told him with a smile. “I’ll take good care of her.”
“Good,” he said with a wink, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”*
I opened my eyes at the sound of someone yelling.
I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV.
I’d dozed off during the Sox game and the announcer had begun yelling when one of the Indian’s hit a two run bomb over the green monster.
I blinked the sleep out of my eyes until I could make out the score.
“Six to nothing?” I sighed and slumping back in the comfortable chair wished I’d stayed asleep.
I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV preparing to change the channel when Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from behind me,
“Hey I wanted to watch some of that?”
“Why bother?” I asked, but replaced the remote on the arm of the chair, “They’re losing.”
“Don’t be a fair weather fan.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, chided, “And how come you’re not on the couch?”
She had walked around in front of me and I saw immediately why I had not picked the couch.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a short green robe that barely went down past her beautiful young Musalmān ass, leaving her long legs bare.
The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her beautiful Musalmān tits as the bikini did this morning.
When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair.
I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to have her that close to me dressed like that.
“I figured I would let you stretch out if you wanted too.” I told her.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stepped in front of me, blocking the TV and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over.
My eyes widened as I thought for a second her beautiful Musalmān tits were going to fall out, but I saw a hint of black lace.
I was still confronted with way more cleavage than was comfortable, but a bra was always a plus, especially these days.
“Aww, but Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I wanted to sit in the chair tonight.”
She gave me the pout and as I stared at her, I took in how soft and smooth her features were even without make up and how her long red hair looked down and lying across the robe.
My eyes focused on those perfect Musalmān lips and I had to say, Bahū Bégum or not, she really was beautiful.
“I’ll move.” I said, “You can have the chair.”
I made to get up, hoping she would stand up and get her tits out of my line of sight, but instead she gave me a huge smile, “Hey, how about we both sit here!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned around and before I could react, sat down in my lap.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund entered between her young Musalmān buttocks immediately.
Its head was knocking now constantly at her ever enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole.
Turning to the side, she draped her long legs over the side of the chair and putting her arm around my shoulders laughed,
“How’s this!”
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
“Sitting on your lap, silly,” looking up into my face, she smiled, “It’s only fair, how many beautiful Musalmān houseladies did you let sit in your ever experienced Hindu male lap?”
“Yeah, but they aren’t my Bahū Bégum.” I told her, trying to ignore the way her robe had ridden up to show her lush Musalmān thighs.
“So, for tonight I can be your little girl.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put on the pout, but more disconcerting was the way she started wiggling in my already warm Hindu male lap.
I was wearing a thin pair of running shorts and her beautiful young Musalmān ass was grinding directly on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her hair was in my face and I could smell her raspberry scented shampoo.
I turned my head away and stared at her long legs, which she was now playfully kicking back and forth.
Turning from her legs, I made the mistake of looking straight down and was now confronted with a glimpse of her black lace covered Musalmān tits.
Even as to my dismay my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund started to swell I wondered why the hell she would be wearing a bra like that at night.
That thought turned into wondering if her panties, if she was even wearing any, would match.
The thought my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot could be pressing into my lap caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to grow more rapidly and I wondered if it were smooth or if she would have a nice red fiery bush.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought me out of my improper musings when she slid further down and her Musalmān ass rubbed across my now noticeably hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had to bite back a moan at the contact and hoped to hell she couldn’t feel it.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was smiling at me, but had been since she had come over.
I returned the smile as best I could and as I thought of how to tell her to get the hell off me I turned to side and my eyes widened.
The window on that side of the parlor was open with the blinds up.
There was a three family house next door and anyone looking this way would be able to see right in the room.
My Bahū Bégums were friendly with all the three couples that lived there and if they looked over what they would see is my half-dressed Bahū Bégum sitting on my Hindu male lap like a playful Musalmān girlfriend.
Even though my friend didn’t seem bothered by Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s weird behavior, I didn’t need the neighbors wondering if there was something a little strange going on when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq wasn’t around.
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, people can see in the window!” I told her.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, peered over and shrugged,
“Yeah, so what?”
“You’re half-dressed and…” I stopped myself from pointing out that she appeared to be all over me.
“I’m wearing a lot more than when I’m swimming.”
Well that was true, I thought dryly.
“Besides, the Chaturvedī Sheikħ’s go out every Friday night, Vikram and Raziyah on the second floor went away for the weekend and the third floor can’t see in here.” She gestured to the other side of the room that faced the street. “The blinds are down where anyone could see from the street.”
“Yeah, but still…” I glanced back out the open window and froze when I saw a tall figure looking over the fence from the yard next door.
Because the light was on inside and it was dark outside I couldn’t make out any details except to see over the fence they had to be pretty tall and their shoulders were wide, telling me it was a guy; a pretty big guy.
They were facing the window and I had no doubt had been staring into it.
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let me up!” I exclaimed, sitting up so fast, I almost dumped her off my lap.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave a startled yelp and as I surged to my feet, she managed to get hers on the floor.
She staggered slightly, catching my arm for balance and yelled,
“Durgesh, what’s the matter with you?”
“There’s…” I pointed out the window, but saw the figure had gone. “There was someone next door, staring at us!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, walked closer to the window, pulling her robe tighter around her as she did.
Leaning over she shut the lamp off on the end table so she could see better and looked out the window. “I don’t see anyone Durgesh.”
“They were there, staring over the fence.” Walking over to the door, I slipped my sneakers on, “I’m going to go out back and look around.”
“Don’t bother, it was probably Prem from the third floor, he’s a nosebag. Wouldn’t be surprised if he were that peeping Tom people said they saw last summer.” She turned away from the window and to my relief pulled the blind down before turning the lamp back on.
“I don’t think so Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd. That fence back there is five feet and it was only up to this guy’s chest, Prem’s five seven if he’s lucky.” I grabbed the doorknob, “I’ll be right back.”
“Durgesh, don’t worry about it.” She said, and then patted the chair, “Come back and sit down,” she sighed, “If you don’t want me sitting on your lap, just say so, don’t make up an excuse to get up.”
“No, it’s…” I paused, confused, I really hadn’t wanted her there, but now I didn’t want to make her feel bad. “I saw someone Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I swear and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s not home and who knows? Maybe it’s someone who’s been watching us.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd look, and then pursed her lips as if she were thinking hard about something.
After a minute, she nodded and said,
“Okay, go ahead, but I know there’s no one there.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I opened the door and after closing it behind me, took a few steps around towards the back yard.
I stopped when I remembered the sensor light was out in the back and quickly went back into the house to grab the flashlight.
When I opened the door, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was on the phone with her back to me and I heard her say,
“Not going to happen this way.” She paused, “So do it the other way we talked about.”
Chapter 25
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 29
Posted: March 3, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs. | Tags: Arundhatī Joshī, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Brahm Padminī, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentGotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 29
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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 28
Posted: March 3, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs. | Tags: Arundhatī Joshī, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentGotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 28
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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 27
Posted: March 3, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs. | Tags: Arundhatī Joshī, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Brahm Padminī, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs, Brāhmañ girls love a Bachhalyā, Brāhmañ girls marry a Bachhalyā, Brāhmañ women love a Bachhalyā, Brāhmañ women marry a Bachhalyā, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Vinod Sharmā Leave a commentGotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
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‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
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1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 27
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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 22
Posted: March 2, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Brahm, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs, Durgesh, Feminism, Infinite BrāhmKalp, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentChapter 22
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?”
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GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 26
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1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 26
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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 25
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Chapter 25
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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‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
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1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 23
Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav
Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl
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?
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.
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.
“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.
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4. On History
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Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 22
Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan 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.”
“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?”
“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.”
“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.
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Chapter 1
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
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?”
“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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Parkāyā Pravésh: Index
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Index
1. Chapter 1
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Årab Mahā Bhārat: ‘Ādi Parv 1/22: Saůūdī Årabia’-18
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Ādi Parv 1/22: Saůūdī Årabia:
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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 21
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Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 21
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb
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.
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.
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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 19
Posted: August 3, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs. | Tags: Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Brahmkanyās, Brāhmañ girls love a Bachhalyā, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Rādhā Pandit, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Umā Dīxit Leave a commentGotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 6
Posted: July 15, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Friedrich Engels, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Kħadījah Muħammad, life sciences, Lord Parashurām, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Kamāluddīn, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Siddīq-e-Åāzam, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, The Origin of Family Private Property and the State, Yazīd malåūn Leave a commentChapter 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 Seventy-Two years of its coming into power.
In the ever-erroneous enthusiasm of destroying Private Property, Friedrich Engels had sown the seeds of destruction of family.
Friedrich Engels never understood the unique and irreplaceable function of family in human life.
Friedrich Engels’ theory that the humankind must destroy family to destroy Private Property to get rid of Corruption was only theory when it was proposed in 1884 AD.
It wasn’t practiced until then anywhere.
The people of the entire globe then, were so fed up of corruption dominant then everywhere that they agreed even to destroy the family to get rid of corruption.
However, it was the blunder actually they committed to get rid of their mistake.
They never realized it then and a lot of people don’t realize it even now, after more than a century even.
I asked gravely.
“And then what happened?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is worried about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. In his opinion, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has suddenly turned bitter.”
“Suddenly?”
“That’s right. The damn fool still doesn’t understand there isn’t anything suddenly as far as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is concerned. She never loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She was after his money ab initio.”
I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is one of those self-deceiving men that love to live in dreams ever. They are always afraid of the cold and hard facts if they don’t support their ever utopian dreams.”
“But it’s immensely harmful to them, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shuddered.
“I agree with you. Yet, most of us mankind are crazy to get feminine appreciation.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“Are you telling me? We womankind understand it very well and immensely use it to get what we want from mankind.”
“The stupids like Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understand it. Moreover, if even they realize it ever, they adamantly refuse to accept it. They deliberately deceive themselves that even if it’s right, they are an exception.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was horrified.
“Allah, you understand it too, Durgesh? Now, I think I know why no woman could dominate you ever. You, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are the ever greatest psychologist I’ve ever met in my life.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me scrutinizing.
Yet, she continued to say,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wants a property settlement. She wants things that would completely ruin Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“That’s what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī should have thought of before marrying her.” I said curtly, “The women like Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb have always done the same things to their foolish husband in the entire history. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never took any lesson from history.”
“He thinks the money is everything. He never cared what a woman can do if he can have someone to defeat her with the power of his money.”
“That’s why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb his mine in New Mexico and his media empire in Ved Nagar to you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“What do you think?”
“What do you want from me?”
“The media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has given to me is still not completely transferred to my name legally. The process is taking more time than I’d anticipated.”
“So?”
“I want you to expedite the process and protect my interests in the meantime.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled at me seductively, “I’m one of your countless Musalmān lady friends that enjoy even the ultimate intimacy with you. Even if I’m not your Live in Relationship partner in your opinion…”
“That doesn’t make any difference. You said I’ve impregnated you,”
“There,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely, “You promised me he’d be my son.”
“I won’t snatch away him from you ever, never worry. I’ve never snatched away any son of mine from his mother whether she lives with me, single, or with her duly married husband. Countless husbands think they have fathered their son from their duly married wives while actually I’ve fathered them. I never broke their illusion.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār put her arms around my neck.
Then she kissed me full on my lips.
“You don’t know what you’ve given to me. I can lick your feet for that proudly forever.”
“Nonsense, we are friends as you say, and friends are equal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed me back.
I managed to fall on my back safely.
Immensely indebted, Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed me herself.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has married again. He thinks Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would never destroy him. I would never destroy him. He never imposed himself on either of us. He’d never be deceived. I hoped his Mexican divorce with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would be good. I wanted to find out something about it.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed herself too.
“I’ll look into his Mexican divorce. Where is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s first wife?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled me.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and smiled at me mischievously.
“Want to fuck Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too?”
“Why not? If she lets me.”
“She is here, in the city somewhere, but where? I don’t know. She telephoned Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from a pay station.”
“Pay station? Not from her mobile even?”
“She isn’t a fool enough to give Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any clue to her address.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a lawyer?”
“She says she’s going to handle the property settlement by herself.”
“Doesn’t want to pay a lawyer’s fee?” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was waiting for me to lift my waist up and enter her.
I didn’t.
I myself was enjoying the game of mutual teasing now.
“No,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said having my Uncut Hindu Cock between her labial lips only, not even rubbing it there, “she’s smarter than any two lawyers in the country. Present company excepted, of course. The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch is damned clever. She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary before he married her. Moreover, believe me, my dear Hindu ‘husband’ of mine, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is one of those extraordinary actually smart women that certainly know their way around when it comes to business—an actually smart woman.”
“I see. By the way, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s present wife—was she down at your office last night?”
“What?”
“I thought I saw a light up there,” I informed her gravely, “I was looking out of the window.”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed herself on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
It entered her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
“I noticed light striking the upper landing of the fire escape. Your office is directly above mine.”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “However, that isn’t anything unusual. My office is a media empire office. It’s open twenty four hours.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was engrossed in the document.
I advanced to the secretaire.
“I have perused the entire document once again, Durgesh.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said gravely.
“I’ve too,” I said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hasn’t actually given his media empire to Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He has actually played a very clever game. He knew he couldn’t do what is required there. He got rid of it.”
“And challenged us in a way to do something to save it for Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He thinks even we can’t do anything.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knows it?”
“I don’t think so. If she had she wouldn’t have playing the game she is playing now.”
“I love challenges, Al Hudā,”
“Are you telling me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled, “I understand you now more. You never unsucceeded.”
“Until now,” I corrected her.
“Perhaps I have more faith in you than even you do have in yourself. We’ll again succeed, inshā’Allāh. I refuse to accept your correction.”
I hugged her, kissed and circled my arm around her slim waist.
“Thanks for boosting my morale.”
“You never did for yourself. You always did it for us Musalmān womankind. Didn’t you?”
I smiled patiently.
“Don’t get me wrong, Al Hudā. Womankind, yes. Yet, not always for Musalmān womankind only. I had to do it for my Brāhmañ wives too. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cares to refer it in her speeches and talks. She tactically ignores it, to imply that I love you Musalmān Beauties only exclusively. Yet, it isn’t a fact, to be true exactly.”
“Nevertheless, mostly for us Musalmān Beauties, if not exclusively?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled looking at me anticipating my response in the affirmative.
I smiled.
“My Brāhmañ in laws are not as bad as my Musalmān in laws. The Brāhmañs were never militarized as Yazīd Malåūn and his bandit Mullahs and Maulavīs militarized the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs are luckier than us. Yet, how is it possible that Brāhmañs were never militarized if Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām did his famous military campaigns against the Xatriýs, the descendants of the Bachhalyās twenty one times in twenty one Kalps, eras?”
“You are right. Sorry I forgot that.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“You accept your mistakes immediately, don’t you?”
“The sooner we accept our mistake the sooner we are improved.”
“I’d try to remember it. I never admit I’m mistaken if I can manage it ever.”
“That’s nothing individual. Most of the humankind do it and delay their progress in evolution.”
“Allah,”
“That’s right,”
I walked toward the elaborately carved French armchair resting next to the Noor Jahān fruitwood game table.
I settled in the armchair.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me admiringly yet with a concern somewhat.
She didn’t try to come to me and sit on my lap as she always did.
“Worrying?” I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is playing some deep game we don’t even have any suspicion of,”
“Let him,”
“I never doubt your competence. Nevertheless, I’m not as optimistic of human beings as you are, Durgesh. Not even Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle is. He too criticizes you ruthlessly when he is filled against you to the brim,”
I smiled.
“I respect him.”
“You both have more faith in each other than in yourselves. The more Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle criticizes you openly for your ever impractical utopian humanity, the more his faith in you and your immense humanity increases.”
“He is an angel humanified.”
“Allah, you and your appreciation of him. No doubt Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān Kħālājān can’t bear it ever.”
I laughed.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī immediately entered in the subject.
“His Abbū was very much cautious when he instructed me to prepare the testament. He wanted you but you were too busy in defending the life of some framed ones that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Abbū himself couldn’t insist on you any more. He had to compromise on me on your assurance that you promise to guide me always if there come any circumstances that would obstacle the fulfillment of his wishes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She was only forewording what I wanted to discuss with her.
Originally, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was one of my countless Salhajs, the countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of the brothers of my Musalmān Live in Relationship partners.
Like most of them, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t have any complaints against her husband.
Yet, our companionship of most hours did not let her not to notice the unique attributes I had more than his own husband.
She fought her best not to fall in love with me as the other women did.
Nevertheless, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t succeed.
She confided with her husband.
“I have to confess you something, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad.”
“I think I know,”
“What?”
“I’m not blind, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“Sorry, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad. I failed to be your ever faithful wife.”
“I don’t think so,”
“What?”
“If you were not faithful to me, you could have surrendered to your heart and emotions already before discussing it with me. I don’t blame you.”
“Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad,”
“That’s what I said when we decided to come here.”
“Sorry, I thought Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī were feeling herself lonely and I hadn’t any confidence on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“Do you want divorce?”
“That’s the problem I want to discuss with you.”
“What do you propose about our daughters? Sorry, even if I prepare myself to separate from you, I am unable to imagine even how I can live without my children.”
“That’s the problem with me too.”
“Our eldest daughter is only ten years old now. The second one seven, the third is five, the fourth is two years only. She needs you very much.”
“They all need me. I can’t do anything irresponsible ever that affects their development adversely. They need both the mother and father for their proper psychological development.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī controlled herself ultimately.
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, left him the bulk of his estate. He provided a trust for his daughters, granddaughters and his entire Musalmān houseladies related to him in any way. He gave the title to one of his seven hundred eighty six homes in various Islamic and other countries, to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s stepmother, Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid. Of his public holdings, the real estate wonder owned half the stock that he passed to his son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid, of course, owned the other half always.”
I didn’t say anything.
I let Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī brief me.
I didn’t tell her that I myself had perused the entire document carefully before starting to discuss it with her.
I wanted to listen to her own version of the gist of the testament.
The second opinion always eliminated most of the possibilities of the individual mistakes.
That’s why the Democracy is always preferred on Autocracy.
No dictatorship ever as succeeded in the entire history of humankind as Democracy.
That’s why India has such a long history successfully while the other cultures have kept to rise and collapse in their due course.
India is famous for its Gañs, democratic states, Panchāyats.
The Rudrgañ even in the ancient times.
Islam, the last version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, is also famous for its Saħābiyāt, Saħābah and the fact that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never announced his replacement in the administration.
The Ummat-e-Muslimah decided her leader, Siddīq-e-Åāzam razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
“The other seven hundred eighty five homes went to Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s sisters, daughters and his other Musalmān houseladies. There were some token bequests. Mainly, minor shares in the TV channels, magazines and syndicate—to some of the old timers who have been in his employ for years. A dozen bequests to various distant relatives.”
“Yet, the rest to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I smiled, “The ranches—”
“Just about everything is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s. The mines in Ved Nagar, Utah and Nevada. Oil wells in Rajasthan India, in Oklahoma and Texas. The chain of markets in Ved Nagar. The Ved Nagar real estate. The Ved Nagar merchant ships. The art works, except for a few he left to the Ved Nagar Museum.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled mischievously.
“Why the chuckle?” I myself smiled impishly.
“Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled naughtily, “Even Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, the Real Estate Wonder, could not mention her in his will.”
Chapter 7
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:34
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I got a call from Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
She and Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī were getting divorced.
It came as a total shock to me and I could tell Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was upset.
I said I would see her in two weeks and we could talk then. I took my own airplane home and Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī met me at the airport.
She gave me a hard hug and a kiss then we got into the car.
I soon found out that Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī had been seeing some Musalmān Beauty and Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī found out.
He said he wanted out of the marriage.
All I got from Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī was a text message that we should talk when I got home.
I was grave on how things had gone down.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī had moved out and it was just Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī and I at the house now.
That first night back we had dinner together but the mood was subdued.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī soon went back to her bedroom.
I got settled into my room and I was getting ready to go to bed.
I went down to the bathroom one last time.
As I was walking back, I saw Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s door was partly open.
I don’t know why but I cracked the door and looked in.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was just in her early forties.
I always thought she was beautiful and had a fantastic Brāhmañ body for someone her age.
She inherited this quality from her Årab Musalmān mother, Al Fataħ Al Åbbās.
There was Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
She had fallen asleep.
She had on a shirt and just a pair of panties.
I stepped into the room.
I was going to turn off her lamp by the bed.
I looked down.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s panties were damp.
Her nipples were pushing against the material of her shirt.
I know I shouldn’t have been looking.
I could feel my Bachhalyā Lund stirring in the pair of shorts I was wearing.
I must have made some noise.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s eyes opened.
“What are you doing here, Durgesh?”
“I was just checking up on you, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.”
She had to have known I was looking at her near nude body.
I took a bold step.
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
I reached over and placed my fingers on her wet panties.
“No Durgesh, you shouldn’t,” she said to me.
“Why not? You aren’t married to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, or anyone now. What’s wrong there if you too start afresh as Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī did?”
I began to run my fingers across the wet slit of her panties.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī let out this low moan.
I just lost control of my urges.
I stood up and removed my shorts.
There I stood with my half hard Bachhalyā Lund right in front of Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
“We can’t Durgesh,” she said to me, “it’s not right.”
“Tell me ‘Why’ the hell?”
I reached down and pulled Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī up to the edge of the bed.
I slowly pulled her shirt off and then I slid her panties down.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī took a long look at my Bachhalyā Lund and then she reached out.
She brought her magnificent Brāhmañ lips to my Bachhalyā Lund and then she inhaled me.
I could hardly believe this was happening.
I didn’t lose a Moment and I began to pump my Bachhalyā Lund down Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s throat.
She brought a hand to my Bachhalyā balls and started to massage me.
It didn’t take much for me to get totally hard.
My Bachhalyā Lund was about seven inches in length now, constantly lengthening and thickening more and more every sucking from Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī had most of it in her extremely beautiful Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ mouth.
She smiled sucking me.
It was expressly written on her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face and equally beautiful Brāhmañ eyes that:
‘They say a BrahmKanyā and/or Brahmāñī is never ultimately satisfied without a Bachhalyā Lund. They are right.’
I had to finally pull away.
I thought I might cum before I wanted to.
I pushed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī onto her back.
She got this look on her face.
“Please Durgesh, we can’t.”
Maybe Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī thought it was okay to only suck on my Bachhalyā Lund.
I just couldn’t bring myself to stop now.
I parted Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s beautiful Brāhmañ legs and I got in between them.
I guess Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī finally gave into me.
Her hands went to my hips and I positioned my Bachhalyā mushroom at her Brāhmañ opening.
I was surprised how easily I entered Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ pussy.
I slid all the way in.
My Bachhalyā balls were resting against her extremely beautiful Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ ass.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī started to push against me.
I began to feed her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy with my thick Bachhalyā Lund.
I guess we both lost any inhibitions we might had that night.
“Fuck me Durgesh, I need you so badly!” Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī whispered, “Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī was always interested in wild animal sex with horny Musalmān Beauties. He hated me for not responding to his ever pleasure seeking ever lustful desires.”
“You must have satisfied Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, if you really wanted to keep him to you.”
“I wanted Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī to resign from Indian National Congress and join BJP. The damnfool was still loyal to Sonia Gandhi, Rahul Gandhi and their family. He was deliberately ignoring the Modi Wave everywhere.”
I smiled.
“Well, the damnfool wasn’t alone, nevertheless. There were still some stupid persons that supported the fastest sinking ship.” I smiled triumphantly.
I was going to have Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī all to myself now.
I fed her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy with the longest strokes I could produce.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was crying out that she needed my Bachhalyā Lund very much.
The Brāhmañs were not any different from other Savarñs.
They all wanted ever hungry ever ravenous Musalmān Pussies around their Uncut Hindu Cocks.
Sophisticated Brāhmañ Pussy wasn’t their requirement actually.
Only Durgesh could respect the sophisticated Brāhmañ Pussies now.
Well, no problem.
It’s all right.
I lowered my face and I started working on her hard nipples.
I was kissing the tips of her Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ tits.
That really pushed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī over the edge.
I could feel her muscles pulling on my ever active Anant BrahmKanyāchod Anant Brahmāñīchod Bachhalyā Lund.
After so many minutes, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī started to talk.
“I’m getting close, Durgesh.”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to pull out or not.
I just couldn’t bring myself to stop.
A few more strokes and I exploded inside Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy.
Our bodies shook as Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī milked my Bachhalyā cum from me.
I must have had a large load stored up.
I just kept sending my Bachhalyā cream deep into Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ womb.
After some time I could tell that my Bachhalyā seed was dripping out and down Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Brāhmañ ass.
I left my Bachhalyā Lund inside Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī for as long as it was possible.
Her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy spasms kept going until I finally had to pull my spent Bachhalyā Lund out.
After all that lovemaking, we kissed.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī told me that she had been so frustrated from parting with Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.
When she saw me standing there looking at her, she just broke down and wanted me in bed with her.
That summer ended up being a wild time.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī and I would fuck almost every evening.
I was surprised that she needed sex so often.
It was definitely from her Årab Musalmān Ammī.
Normal Brāhmañ Beauties were not so ravenous usually.
I would take her two and three times straight.
When I was fucking Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, I could cum more often than usual.
It got to the end of summer.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī asked me if I could transfer to a branch of HVSI in the city where she lived.
I was looking into that right now.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī also sat me down one day and posed a question to me.
“Durgesh, what if I got myself off birth control pills?”
I smiled.
“You want to have a baby by me?”
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī nodded that she wanted to try.
I told her to stop taking the pills.
Our sex life has gone to another level now.
Once the effects wear off I will be trying to make Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī pregnant.
It is a wild time in bed most nights.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī begged me to give her all my Bachhalyā baby cream.
Naturally, I finally impregnated Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, ultimately.
Åbdul Qādir gritted his teeth.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was his real sister.
Her father, Brahmdutt Tripāŧhī was Åbdul Qādir’s real father too.*
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī held the receiver.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s confident voice could be heard.
“Mr. Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, the President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries?”
“Yes, Judge, how are─?”
“From one old bastard who’s hung in the public stocks to another about to be pilloried in the same place, I want to wish you well, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī. I want you to go in there, keep your left up high, chin tucked in, and belt them straight from the shoulders. No matter what you hear, no matter what you see, just remember you’re the boss, you’re not Uncle Tom. Never be afraid of Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī only because Åbdul Qādir is her real brother and Brahmdutt Tripāŧhī is her father.”
“Thank you, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.” Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled fucking his new Musalmān wife, Al Safiyah Al Nāzim.
What a relief!
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī could never satisfy Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī to this extent.
She was too sophisticated, hell.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā kept speaking,
“It’s all right. You think what you think, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, you just speak out what you believe, and when you have to, you give them hell. Remember that, young man. We Brāhmañs are fantastically perfect with Musalmān wives, Musalmān beloveds and Musalmān ladyfriends. Brāhmañ Beauties are actually competent for Durgesh and at the most, for other Bachhalyās only.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā paused to assess the effect of what he said to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī didn’t tell Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā that he isn’t interested to represent Indian National Congress any more.
There was a strong Modi wave today everywhere.
His ever loyal political agents were trying to bargain with BJP desperately, yet there wasn’t any success until now.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī’s new Musalmān wives were more powerful in BJP than even his ex wife, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
They had managed to get a ticket for Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī from BJP miraculously.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī himself couldn’t believe he is representing BJP now in his own constituency.
“Except for those Confederates who still think old Indian National Congress is good for yet another term, you got your party right behind you from this day on. And those that aren’t behind you, you tell me and I’ll whomp them into line. Just calling for me and my new Musalmān wives to wish you the best in BJP and your first day as the new President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries. You, I and my new Musalmān wives too that replaced my former Brahm Padminī wives, know you need it.”
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled cunningly.
“I don’t think you are even a bit upset of losing your Brahm Padminī wives, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.”
“I’m an ever loyal citizen of BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said with absolute judicial gravity.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī laughed.
“Oh, sure. However, never think I’m a stupid enough not to understand how much anxious you were to get rid of your extremely beautiful yet immensely cold, immensely righteous, Brahm Padminī wives. Even if they surrendered to you to have sex with them, it was tremendously insufficient to you. They had earliest orgasms themselves before you’ve even started to enjoy sex with them. What a relief it’s now, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, to you that now you have immensely sexy, immensely horny Musalmān wives that replaced your Brahm Padminī wives now for ever.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā frowned.
“You can draw your own conclusions, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.”
Returning the receiver to its cradle, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled gravely.
Better, change your side if the defeat were confirmed.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī never believed in loyalty to the extent to sink with the sinking ship.
Why the hell should he?
Even the rats leave the sinking ship.
Was Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī worse, more stupid, than the rats even?
The telephone rang again.
He knew he wasn’t alone.
There was long line of Congresspersons that were leaving Indian National Congress fast and joining BJP.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī glanced at his wristwatch.
It was a quarter to ten.
He picked up the receiver gravely.
“Yes?”
“Good morning, Mr. President. This is Viprésh Chaturvédī. I’m in the Conference Room with your Administration Assistant, Kailāsh Kulkarñī. We have some urgent matters ─routine, but they have to be settled─ to discuss. Are you intending to come over here this morning, or would you prefer that we visit you?”
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī frowned.
Viprésh Chaturvédī was never as loyal to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī as he was loyal to his ex wife, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
He had already decided to fire Viprésh Chaturvédī.
But it wasn’t as easy as he had thought ever.
During the period, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was the President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries, he never tried to understand the administrative problems why Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī couldn’t do this or that.
He always thought Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was arrogant.
She deliberately never tried to understand his point of view.
She deliberately humiliated him, and enjoyed it immensely.
His opinion surprisingly changed as soon as he himself took her chair.
He, amazingly realized Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was usually right.
She was a lot smarter than Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī he ever thought of her.
Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries still needed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s smart leadership, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī lacked very much.
It was a blunder to divorce Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, as far as the interests of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries were concerned.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī hung up.
He could not enjoy now that he was going to a better office now, as he enjoyed even its dreams before.
He was realizing now the responsibilities were more serious than the power and facilities the new post had.
The power and facilities attract a person very much to be the President of a successful organization, but it carries responsibilities simultaneously.
He had criticized Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī very much, for her being too secretive.
Yet, today Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī himself was finding himself being too secretive too.
Hell, the Presidency of an organization, itself contained secrecy.
He was blaming Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī erroneously.
During Viprésh Chaturvédī’s brief conversation with Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, Kailāsh Kulkarñī had sat on one of the sofas of the Presidential reception room of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries.
Kailāsh Kulkarñī had hardly heard the conversation.
He was too absorbed in his own musings for it.
Presently his mind had dwelt upon the loss of his own immensely beautiful Brahm Padminī wives to Durgesh for ever.
None of them was his wife now any more.
They were Durgesh’s wives now.
Damn Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
Yes, they have given him more beautiful, sexier Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives now.
They are keeping him more satisfied sexually.
Nevertheless, sex was not everything Kailāsh Kulkarñī wanted to get from his wives.
He loved his Brahm Padminī wives.
What the hell about it?
Sitting straight on the sofa, Kailāsh Kulkarñī saw Viprésh Chaturvédī.
“What are you up to, Viprésh Chaturvédī?” Kailāsh Kulkarñī asked gravely.
“Nothing. Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī is on his way in. I’m unable to understand how the hell he has managed to get a BJP ticket.”
Viprésh Chaturvédī smiled cunningly.
“He is shrewd enough every time usually to win the confidence of the people of his constituency. He left Indian National Congress claiming he can’t support the scams any more. His loyalty to his party doesn’t mean he doesn’t have any responsibility to the nation itself. Indian National Congress has lost its integrity now among the people, allowing scams on scams, and being unable to stop it.”
Chapter 35
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GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 18
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Chapter 18
Durgesh Rājéshvarī Rājpūt
Narottam Ahirwar
Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD
Durgesh Sunandā Ātréý
Durgesh Prabhā Shuklā
Durgesh Umā Dīxit
Durgesh Rādhā Pandit
Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was cooking breakfast naked again, as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD walked in.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD was on the phone with someone and sounded very happy this morning.
He wasn’t communal originally.
Yet his failure to get his love, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt, in marriage had made him somewhat curt to the almost entire Savarñ community of traditional Hindus.
He deliberately converted himself into a tremendously successful playboy dating and fucking almost every Savarñ Beauty available to him.
His communal lust for Savarñ Beauties was so intense that he refused to Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD even when she herself asked him to marry him.
“I am honored, Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD said gravely, “It’s a great honor for me. But I can’t fight with the criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn, terrorists and other crazy Pseudo Musalmīn that madly try to kill every Non-Muslim that marry any Musalmān lady.”
Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD smiled.
“You are living in a false, imaginary, reality your immensely wrong information has created in your mind only. Nowadays most of the Hindus are married with competent Musalmān ladies and even maintaining their Live In Relationship with us Musalmān Beauties.”
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD smiled too.
“You are correct. But if you peruse them you’d find that most of them are Savarñ Hindus, not us Dalit Hindus.”
“What do you mean?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD asked smiling cunningly.
“Most of the Savarñ women are deliberately vegetarians, not palating even onions and similar vegetables that induce their sexual desires.”
“I see.”
“It has made them the coldest women sexually. Their Savarñ Hindu husbands are fed up of them. They want action that you Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies provide them.”
“It isn’t the case with you Dalit Hindus?”
“Nope! We Dalit Hindus are still fighting for our self respect.”*
Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD smiled.
“My information is different. The Savarñ women are marrying Dalit Hindus more nowadays according to my information.”
“Yes, I agree with you. The scenario is changing fast nowadays.”
“Nowadays?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD kept smiling, “Do you know Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, anyway?”
“Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act? United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations?” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD smiled gravely, “Who the hell doesn’t know him today? He surrendered his entire Brahm Padminī wives to Durgesh immediately as soon as they passed the Act.”
“You think Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā is a damn fool?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD watched Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD inquisitively.
“Certainly not.” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD said gravely, “Neither Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā is a damn fool, nor the Brāhmañ husbands of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations that extremely loyally surrendered their Brahm Padminī wives too to Durgesh. They were fed up of their ever coldest Brahm Padminī wives. It was a bliss for them to get horny Musalmān Beauties in exchange from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. The bloody caste system is making all these impossible and incredible things possible. It must be abolished at once, without any further delay.”*
Sunandā Ātréý couldn’t digest it any longer.
She had waited for Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD to return to her.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD married her not because he loved her.
He married her only because he was one of the immensely incurable communal Dalit Hindus.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD wanted his immensely incurable communal satisfaction having a beautiful traditional Brāhmañ wife.
He wasn’t Durgesh.
It wasn’t easy to be Durgesh.
Even most of the Brāhmañ humanists couldn’t compete with Durgesh in humanity.
Sunandā Ātréý still loved Durgesh immensely.
She was proud of it that she still maintained her clandestine extramarital relationship with me, as Sunandā Ātréý was maintaining when she wasn’t married to Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD.
I was the ever first man of her life, but alas, I couldn’t remain the last too.
Despite her Jātihīn Hindu Samāj ‘Casteless Hindu Society Movement, Sunandā Ātréý could not succeed in marrying me.
I married Saiyadah Fatimah PhD instead.*
Together we left the alley, and paused at a street vendor’s stand.
“Oh yes, shopping.” I repeated with a smile.
After purchasing some lemonade, we shared the sweet and tart beverage, while strolling down the sidewalk.
Coming to a rest, we looked at a reflection of ourselves in one of the shop windows.
Gazing at my reflection, Sunandā Ātréý took in my strong Bachhalyā features and confidence.
Staring back at Sunandā Ātréý was a man, so full of life and love.
A caring person who made a wish and somehow fate stepped in, allowing it to take place.
Sunandā Ātréý’s Ātréý Brāhmañ gaze traveled down to our hands, noticing how my hand was curled on top of her, protecting Sunandā Ātréý, sheltering Sunandā Ātréý, showing a sense of ownership.
With each pulse of Sunandā Ātréý’s magnificent Ātréý Brāhmañ body, Sunandā Ātréý could feel the need to keep us in this time and place.
Neither one of us wanted our 24 hours ended, but we knew it will, and we knew it had to.
Moving on we continued to walk past people and shops.
Each one was smiling at us as if acknowledging us as a matched set.
Sunandā Ātréý knew that Sunandā Ātréý was my soul mate and that somehow and for some reason we were not allowed to find each other through normal means.
Feeling my gentle pull of her hand, we moved into inside one of her favorite shops.
“Oh how wonderful,” the spark of excitement sounded in her voice.
I chuckled, opened the door and followed in behind Sunandā Ātréý.
The wind brought a mixture of melodies to her ears as it stirred the wind chimes, spread throughout the room.
Taking in the different colors and shapes, as well as all the different musical notes playing in the air, Sunandā Ātréý sighed happily.
I had touched her Ātréý Brāhmañ heart by bringing her here.
I had remembered one of her many passions.
Silently we moved through the displays.
Our hands softly stirred the wind chimes.
Closing her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ eyes, Sunandā Ātréý heard each different note.
Her fingers stirred the bars and strings.
As sunlight poured through the window, rainbows were formed.
They danced across the walls, floors and her Bachhalyā lover’s strong Bachhalyā body.
The beautiful colors shimmered and shined bringing a sense of peace to the room.
Sliding from one to the other Sunandā Ātréý gazed over them, pausing beneath a beautiful glass blown chime.
A star, about the size of her palm, rested at the top.
Suspended from it were various shapes and sizes of more stars.
Looking at the tag and reading its title; Wishes.
Sunandā Ātréý realized we must have this one.
Bringing it down, placing it in my lover’s hands, I smiled my agreement.
I too knew the meaning of the chime’s name.
We moved together, paid for our purchase, returned to the sunny street and headed towards the clothing shop.
Her memory recalled what had transpired early this morning.
The arousing state of her Bachhalyā lover had spilled over into the alley.
Being made to love, with the brick wall pressed against her breast, would be one of many enjoyable memories.
Closing her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ eyes Sunandā Ātréý breathed in the faint scent of our sexual release.
The tingles and shivers I had given Sunandā Ātréý ran through Sunandā Ātréý’s magnificent Ātréý Brāhmañ body again.
Sensing my eyes on Sunandā Ātréý, I too knew what Sunandā Ātréý was thinking.
Pulling Sunandā Ātréý close to me, my Bachhalyā lips touched her beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ lips in a hard and heated Bachhalyā kiss.
Her fingers curled in my hair.
My Bachhalyā tongue slid forcefully against Sunandā Ātréý’s, making Sunandā Ātréý give me possession of her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ mouth.
My teeth tugged, and pulled at her bottom lip.
Sucking it with firm pressure.
“Hey Bhagvān, Oh God,” Sunandā Ātréý moaned against my onslaught of Bachhalyā desire.
Her Brāhmañ legs weakened from my Bachhalyā masculine touch.
I pulled her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks closer against me.
Alas, even her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks could not keep her husband, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD, to her.
Sunandā Ātréý often wondered whether it was a blunder to marry Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD despite infinite opposition from almost her every family member, friend, acquaintance and well-wisher.
Was Durgesh right in his perusal of Dalit Hindus?
“Sunandā Ātréý, Mérī Jān, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD is not the perfect match for you.” I had said Sunandā Ātréý pulling her on my lap.
Sunandā Ātréý was immensely glad to find that it wasn’t only a courtesy action from me.
She felt my erection for her between her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks.
Hey Bhagvān, Oh God, why Durgesh didn’t marry her?
Everyone thought Durgesh and Sunandā Ātréý would marry.
Even her Bhābhī, Brahmshraddhā Vyās, teased her.
“You marry him, Nanad Jī, I’ll fuck him.”
“Shame on you, Bhābhī,”
“Shame on your Bhaiyā, your Brother, Karñ Nārāyañ Vyās, not on me.”
“Aréréré, Bhaiyā doesn’t fuck you properly?” Sunandā Ātréý teased her Bhābhī, BrahmShraddhā Vyās, feigning mock sympathy for her, “Your Ātréý Brāhmañ Choot too needs my Bachhalyā lover’s Bachhalyā attention?”
“Your knowledge of human history is too poor, Nanad Rānī. Every Brāhmañ Choot always needs Bachhalyā masculine attention.”
“Doob maro chulloo bhar pānī mein jākar.” Sunandā Ātréý laughed mischievously.
“Very smart. You want to get rid of the competition with me for Durgesh’s unique legendary Bachhalyā Lund. You won’t succeed ever.”*
I lay on the bed on Prabhā Shuklā, beside Umā Dīxit, looking across at the totally sated and utterly relaxed Brāhmañ Beauties.
Prabhā Shuklā looked at me properly for the first time since this started.
“Thank you,” she said kissing me.
I could still taste Umā Dīxit on her lips as she did.
She bit at my bottom Bachhalyā lip, not drawing blood, but hard enough.
My Bachhalyā body was so sensitized I could hardly bear it, and groaned aloud.
Umā Dīxit was smiling with pleasure, almost purring as she watched us, like a very contented cat.
She slid up the bed to lie under Prabhā Shuklā, and we lay there, Prabhā Shuklā in the middle of the sandwich, arms intertwined, grasping whatever part of whoever was within reach, before the pleasurable combination of sex and sex took us all into sleep.
I woke in the night and realized I was alone in bed.
I got up and padded to the bathroom.
As I came back, I heard the familiar sounds of sex from the spare room.
I peered through the crack of the open door to see Umā Dīxit spread-eagled on the bed, being brought to climax again by Prabhā Shuklā’s expert hands.
Prabhā Shuklā looked up to see me and smiled happily.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she said.
I was excited yet left the two of them to their pleasure.
Next morning when I woke again, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit were back, one each side of me, sleeping the sleep of the happily excited, their arms thrown across my chest.
As I stirred, Umā Dīxit’s hand slipped down and caught my morning Bachhalyā erection.
It stiffened further as she clasped her hand around it, then she apparently drifted off to sleep again.
I looked across at Prabhā Shuklā.
She too was asleep, a happy smile playing around her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth.
I leaned across and kissed her.
She opened her eyes and looked into mine.
“I didn’t know you had it in you”, I whispered.
She smiled sleepily, and reached down to my Bachhalyā Cock only to find it firmly in Umā Dīxit’s grasp.
She smiled again, cupping my Bachhalyā balls instead and hugging me to her.
“Thank you”, she said again, before drifting off to sleep again.
I lay there for another half hour or so.
Umā Dīxit’s hand idly playing with my Bachhalyā Cock, my hand gently teasing her ring or slipping into her Brāhmañ Pussy as Prabhā Shuklā snored gently on my chest, keeping my Bachhalyā Lund entirely buried deepest into her Shuklā Brāhmañ Choot.
Prabhā Shuklā never allowed Umā Dīxit to sleep having me inside her.
I was in Brāhmañ heaven.
Umā Dīxit stirred herself, stretching her full length.
Turning towards me, she gave my Bachhalyā Cock a squeeze, then kissed me full on the lips.
I stiffened as her exquisite Brāhmañ tongue probed my Bachhalyā mouth.
Prabhā Shuklā had slipped onto her back, so I turned gently towards Umā Dīxit, reaching out and cupping her backside in my hands, pulling her towards me.
I reached down between her legs and found her Brāhmañ Pussy, already warm and wet.
Parting her Brāhmañ thighs, I slipped gently in.
I could feel the Brāhmañ Clit pressing against the top of my Bachhalyā shaft as I pushed forward.
“Don’t move,” Umā Dīxit said, and then she clamped down on me, gripping my Bachhalyā Cock.
I groaned with intense Bachhalyā pleasure and tried to push deeper.
“No,” Umā Dīxit said, “leave this to me.”
For the next 20 minutes, we lay side by side, my Bachhalyā Cock held inside her, as Umā Dīxit clamped down and released it, playing with it as if she had a hand in there.
It was incredible.
Umā Dīxit loved my Bachhalyā penetrations of her Brāhmañ Cunt more when she was not under me.
If Umā Dīxit was on me instead, she loved it more.
Umā Dīxit loved to dominate me in sex while Prabhā Shuklā loved my domination on her more.
Yet, I was surprised when I felt slowly, ever so slowly Umā Dīxit edged me upwards, occasionally dragging a nail down my back or digging it into my Bachhalyā buttocks.
Once she seized my arm and pinched it, twisting.
I bit my tongue to stop myself making any noise.
As I got closer and closer to coming I could see, Umā Dīxit was on the brink too.
Then I came into Umā Dīxit’s tight Brāhmañ Cunt.
It was the most amazing sensation.
I had hardly touched her, no gymnastics, just gentle squeezes and yet I felt as if I had been turned inside out.
I couldn’t help it and Umā Dīxit cried out.
As I came, a hand slid around me from my back and caressed my chest.
“Someone’s having a good time,” said Prabhā Shuklā.
She reached out and teased one of Umā Dīxit’s nipples, which had been softening as we both came.
It sprang back again, stiff and proud.
I looked over my shoulder to see Prabhā Shuklā’s extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face close to me, smiling happily.
She kissed me gently.
“I want breakfast in bed.” she said.
“Can’t you see I’m busy, Brāhmañ Beauty?” I winked lewdly.
Prabhā Shuklā laughed and bit my shoulder.
“I” — bite — “want” – bite — “breakfast!”
“Alright, alright. I get the message.”
I sat up then climbed out of bed, making sure I climbed over Prabhā Shuklā letting my hard, dripping Bachhalyā Cock drag across her.
Prabhā Shuklā laughed again.
“Put that thing away — I know where it’s been. Umā Dīxit enjoyed it instead of me. Am I not your Brāhmañ wife anymore, Bachhalyā Piyā? ”
I stood and looked at the two of them, sprawled across the bed.
Both of them in totally relaxed abandoned comfort.
I bent down and kissed Prabhā Shuklā on the forehead, blew a kiss to Umā Dīxit, and started to fuck both of them one by one, as if a bear gone mad.
Umā Dīxit, my wife’s friend, was just full of surprises.
She had just gone through an elaborate salacious roll playing weekend in Atlantic City to pay off a bet we had, so that I wouldn’t get to have sexual relations with Rādhā Pandit and now she was presenting her to me as a birthday gift.
Well I was not stupid.
I was not about to ask her why she had changed her mind.
We could get into that conversation later.
For now, I was resolved to thoroughly enjoy the sensual sight set before me.
Umā Dīxit was wearing a black lace shelf bra that did little to nothing to contain her beautiful 36DD breasts.
I could tell she was very excited by the expectations of the night.
Her mocha nipples were fully erect and protruded past the outer confines of the shelf that her bra provided.
She also wore a matching garter and little black lace thong panties that left no doubt that she had shaved completely smooth.
Black thigh high stockings with a lace banded top and a pair of spiked Patten leather heels that completed her ensemble, accentuating her strong legs and making her curvaceous 5’7″ frame seem even taller.
Rādhā Pandit wore a smooth black and red corset that was laced up the front by a crimson ribbon.
The corset was synched tight at her waist by the ribbon but became looser as it reached her full 34D breasts.
The gap formed by the loosened lattice effect of the ribbon allowed the inside edge of her pink breasts to be visible as the half cups of the top supported her.
Allowing just the slightest hint of her pink areolas to be seen peeking over the top of the lace fringed edge.
She also wore black thigh high stockings that seemed to shimmer on her shapely Brāhmañ legs, and a pair of bright red high heels.
I could feel my Bachhalyā Cock instantly start to respond to the beautiful sight before me.
The exhibition of contrasts in stunning Brāhmañ female form and elegance was exquisite.
Umā Dīxit was tall with shoulder length golden blonde hair, and ice blue eyes.
Long graceful limbs and supple Brāhmañ body with fabulous full natural breasts.
Rādhā Pandit was shorter, yet more compact with a long thick mane of deep red chestnut hair, green eyes, and a luscious Pandit body with smooth flawless alabaster Brāhmañ skin.
This was truly a sight to behold, and any red blooded Bachhalyā would be aroused by seeing it.
Nevertheless, here I was in my living room with these two ravishing Brāhmañ Beauties both of which fully intended to service me.
WOW life was good… It was very good!
As Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit walked across the room, side by side, there was a dizzying display of undulating Brāhmañ breasts, swaying Brāhmañ buttocks and gorgeous Brāhmañ legs.
Each of them was doing her best to be the sultry seductress.
I could feel their effect long before either Brāhmañ Beauties got to me, and I’m sure that’s just what they had in mind.
Umā Dīxit was the first to speak.
“Durgesh, méré Bachhalyā Piyā, Just sit back and enjoy yourself. Let us Brāhmañ Beauties take care of you now.”
With a devilish grin on her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face Rādhā Pandit said.
“Yes, let us do all the work, big Bachhalyā. This is a birthday you’re going to remember for a long time.” Biting her lower lip, then with a sexy smile… “If you survive.” Both Brāhmañ Beauties giggled.
“Take your best shot, Brāhmañ Beauties. If I’m going to check out that’s how I want to do it.”
Umā Dīxit approached me on my left side and Rādhā Pandit was on my right, each Brāhmañ Beauty kissing my neck and not allowing me to taste their quivering Brāhmañ lips as the unbuttoned my shirt.
Working in tandem, they unbuckled my belt and opened my pants.
Finally, Umā Dīxit kissed me firmly on the lips, and whispered in my ear.
“Happy birthday, Durgesh, my Bachhalyā Piyā.”
Our tongues twined and twisted together as Rādhā Pandit’s hands moved over my chest.
As soon as the kiss with my wife’s friend broke, Rādhā Pandit moved in to take her place.
This was the first time I had kissed Rādhā Pandit other than a hello or goodbye peck.
The first thing I noticed was how soft her Brāhmañ lips felt.
Then her Brāhmañ tongue passed over my Bachhalyā lips and into my mouth.
I could feel her lustful urges as our tongues danced together.
Umā Dīxit was kissing my neck at the same time and I was in Brāhmañ heaven.
I moved a hand up each smooth Brāhmañ body.
I was feeling the differences and the similarities.
As my Bachhalyā hand moved over Rādhā Pandit’s firm Brāhmañ breast, I tugged at the material allowing her breast exposed.
I rolled her nipple between my fingers causing her to moan into my mouth as we kissed.
My left hand was moving over Umā Dīxit’s sleek Dīxit body and I wanted to see just how aroused this whole scenario had gotten her so I moved my hand between her Dīxit legs and up to her black lace thong panties.
My Bachhalyā finger pressed the sheer little lace patch against her wet Brāhmañ Pussy causing Umā Dīxit to moan deeply.
“Oh, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, fuck me. That feels good.” she kissed my neck and bit my shoulder.
Both Rādhā Pandit and my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, were dragging their nails across my chest as we continued to kiss.
Neither Brāhmañ Beauty had yet touched my swollen Bachhalyā Cock.
And at this point I was sure I wanted them to.
As that thought passed through my head, Rādhā Pandit broke our kiss and both Brāhmañ Beauties grabbed at my pants.
I asked them to slow down but they were beyond my reasoning with them.
Umā Dīxit smiled broadly, as my pants were pulled past my hips and told Rādhā Pandit’s watch this directing her gaze at my Bachhalyā crotch.
With one more tug, my Bachhalyā Cock quite literally sprang free right before their Brāhmañ eyes.
Umā Dīxit laughed,
“I love when this Bachhalyā Cock does that.”
“Wooo,” Rādhā Pandit looked at my Bachhalyā Cock for the first time and whispered to my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit. “You weren’t kidding about the size. Were you? Hey Bhagvān, the Bachhalyā Cock is big.”
My wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, smiled.
“Just ten inches long it is, and almost five inches around. It may take some practice to get it down your Brāhmañ throat but stuffing it in your Brāhmañ Pussy feels amazing!”
“Ummm Brāhmañ Beauties?”
“Oh yeah,” they both giggled again.
Rādhā Pandit wrapped her delicate fingers around my Bachhalyā Cock.
Her red nails stood out in stark contrast to the skin of my Bachhalyā Cock.
She looked up at me and in a soft voice.
“I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”
Rādhā Pandit lowered her full Pandit lips towards my hard Bachhalyā Cock.
Her lipstick matched her nails deep red color.
As she opened her Pandit mouth to accommodate my Bachhalyā girth she formed an almost perfect O with her lips, as her pink tongue reached for the first touch and taste of my Bachhalyā Cock.
Chapter 19
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 17
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Chapter 17
Durgesh Rājéshvarī Rājpūt
Narottam Ahirwar
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD whooped with excitement as the eight ball bounced off the side of the table, just missing the side pocket, his insides had been twisting with anxiety, sure that Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt had won.
The stakes were high between them.
Slave for a week – and they both knew that it was going to be a sexual kind of slavery.
Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was Member of Parliament from Congress.
Despite heavy publicity that Sinhgarjan Rājpūt never believed in caste system, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD knew it was only a publicity, nothing true actually.
Sinhgarjan Rājpūt never had any courage to face his traditional Rājpūt community.
India got its Independence in 1947.
It was 2014 now.
Sixty-seven years of Independence were a long time to abolish the bloody caste system if Indian National Congress had really wanted to abolish it.
“It may be correct that our first Prime Minister Mr. Jawaharlal Nehru actually wanted to abolish it,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD had smiled, ironically of course, “but his successors never wanted it.”
“Nonsense,” Sinhgarjan Rājpūt had said feigning politeness and sophistication, “Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD, you are brainwashed by RSS.”
Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt, Sinhgarjan Rājpūt’s beautiful and smart wife, smiled in confirmation of her husband.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD sighed.
He loved Rājéshvarī Rājpūt since their high school days.
He was sure, even Rājéshvarī Rājpūt had honored his love for her, if he wasn’t a born member of Scheduled Caste.
He joined RSS.
It widened the gap between Rājéshvarī Rājpūt and him more.
Rājéshvarī Rājpūt’s father was an ardent member of Indian National Congress.
They’d never officially dated; neither had they been good friends ever all through high school and college.
Nevertheless, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD couldn’t help that he always fantasized they’d also become fuck buddies on occasion at least.
They were never great support whenever one of them went through a break up, not to mention that they both found the other very attractive.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD thought that he probably would have asked her out, except that after all their unfriendly history and their firm disagreement to be fuck-buddies rather than boyfriend/girlfriend, it would have been weird.
Right now, their relationship of mutual dislike was comfortable if not fun, and if he got this shot then he was going to have her as slave for a week.
“Eight ball, corner pocket,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pointed the stick at the right hand upper corner, winking at her as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD prepared for the shot.
Smiling platonically back, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt leaned over that very corner, accidentally giving him a fantastic view down the front of her shirt, but Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD reminded his Charmkār, yet Ārý Samājī dick not to get distracted by momentary pleasures.
If Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD got this in, he’d be looking at more than her proud Rājpūt cleavage only.
Not that Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD wouldn’t be looking at that if Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt would win, but what normal 65-year-old guy doesn’t want a sex slave in the form of a beautiful woman that Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD gets along well with anyway?
Actually, most guys he knew probably wouldn’t even be quite THAT picky given the option.
Narrowing his focus away from the firm proud Rājpūt curves of her proud Rājpūt breasts and no promise of her Rājpūt smile, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD eyed down the stick, and took his shot.
A hard smooth stroke with a kind of firmness behind it that promised rewards, and rewards Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD got!
Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt kicked the leg of the table as the eight ball went in, getting immediately up out of her platonic pose,
“Dammit,” she muttered.
“Oh come on baby,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD was grinning insufferably, “We’re going to have so much fun.”
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD walked around the table and pulled her into his arms, looking down at her with immensely obvious lust in his eyes.
“Yeah,” Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt smiled, “But it would have been fun being in charge of you too.”
“Mmm, maybe next time, but for now,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD brushed the hair off of her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt disliked so much, before whispering in her ear, “I’ve always wanted to do it on a pool table.”
Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt giggled as his hands slid up her proud Rājpūt thighs, caressing her proud Rājpūt buttocks and moving up to her waist,
“Well then by all means, the victor can take his spoils on the pool table.”
“Ooo,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD made a little face at her, “I love it when you call yourself dirty names.” And leaned right down to kiss her laughing Rājpūt mouth, grinning himself.
They never had such fun together, yet Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt always turned him on so much.
His Charmkār, yet Ārý Samājī dick was already aching in his pants as his mind flashed through all the things that he’d planned for this week.
Of course, he didn’t know that he would win – not that Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD would ever admit that – but that doesn’t stop a person from thinking!
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD was sure that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt would have had some ideas as well, and Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt wasn’t going to get them of course.
He had tons of ideas already, but for right now, sex on the pool table sounded absolutely fantastic.
As they kissed passionately, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD ran his hands under her shirt, pulling it off over her head and admiring the proud Rājpūt cleavage created by her bra, allowing her to pull off his shirt as well.
Standing between her magnificent Rājpūt legs Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pulled her to the edge of the pool table, caressing the smooth Rājpūt skin of her back and enjoying the feel of her hands on his shoulders.
Unclasping her bra Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pulled it from her proud magnificent Rājpūt body as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD began kissing down her neck, biting down on where it intersected her shoulder.
Using one arm to wrap around her back and pull her closer, his other hand suctioned cupped over her proud Rājpūt breasts, squeezing it roughly as his mouth made a trail of burning kisses along her collarbone.
Shuddering with pleasure, Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt bent her head and began sucking on his earlobe, sending a pleasure signal straight to his already aching groin.
Pushing her back onto the table, he undid the button and zipper on her jeans, smiling, as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt lifted her proud Rājpūt buttocks and Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD began pulling them off along with her underwear.
Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was spread out in front of him, propped up on her elbows, absolutely gorgeous with her magnificent Rājpūt legs slightly spread and glistening shaved magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot in the center.
Almost growling with anticipation, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD stripped off his own jeans quickly and climbed up there with her.
Practically attacking her proud Rājpūt breasts, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD squeezed and groped them, sucking hard on the little pink nipples and biting down roughly.
Panting, her proud Rājpūt buttocks moved underneath him, magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot aching for attention, and her fingers slid through his hair giving his scalp an erotic massage.
Fingernails trailed along his earlobes and the upper curve of his ears before returning to his hair or going down to his shoulders.
It was her way of trying to motivate him to move more quickly.
The way the sensations shot straight to his Charmkār, yet Ārý Samājī Lund, her smooth proud Rājpūt thighs rubbing against the sides of his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī body, taking a nipple between his fingers he twisted it and made her gasp, arching her back underneath him.
Well, he had waited for it until now.
Sixty-five long years.
Damn caste system.
Brutally, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD continued to toy roughly with the tender magnificent proud Rājpūt bud as his lips descended on hers.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD kissed her, letting his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī tongue plunge into her proud magnificent Rājpūt body the way Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD wanted his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund to.
Rubbing that thick his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī shaft of meat up and down her sopping proud Rājpūt slit, he felt her pressing her proud Rājpūt buttocks against him, encouraging the plunge into her proud magnificent Rājpūt body.
Placing the tip of his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund at her proud Rājpūt hole, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pressed gently in, going incredibly slowly and making her writhe wildly underneath him as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt tried to get him inside of her faster.
Teasingly Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD only entered her halfway before pulling out again and moving so slowly in, three thirds of the way.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pulled out, all the way and it was such a slow smooth glide in.
It was almost killing him to move so slowly, but it was driving Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt crazy too as her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot stretched and was emptied, so slowly stretched and emptied.
“OH, PLEASE, JUST FUCK ME, PROFESSOR DOCTOR NAROTTAM AHIRWAR PHD! Forget your bloody revenge. Will you please?” Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt finally screamed out, her proud Rājpūt buttocks gyrating beneath him.
With a grunt, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD plunged into her proud magnificent Rājpūt body, hard and fast, eliciting a shriek of ecstasy and surprise from her.
Her magnificent Rājpūt legs squeezed his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī body as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD fucked Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt hard, bruising her lower back against the pool table and making her proud magnificent Rājpūt tits jiggle wildly on her chest.
Lying completely on top of her, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD ground his hips against her.
Moaning, her hands clutched at his shoulders, her proud Rājpūt breasts were completely flattened against his hard born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī chest.
Her magnificent Rājpūt legs pulled him even closer into her proud magnificent Rājpūt body.
Thrusting hard and powerfully, stopping every so often to grind against her proud magnificent Rājpūt clit – which never failed to make her shudder underneath him – Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD played her proud magnificent Rājpūt body like an instrument, using her pleasure spots to bring her higher and higher.
Raking her nails down his back, Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt felt her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot pulsing around his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund as he invaded her proud magnificent Rājpūt body, taking her breath away with every powerful plunge.
It was almost a shock to her proud magnificent Rājpūt body every time Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD rammed into her, his hips pressing her down against the table, even the uncomfortable rub of the fabric beneath her couldn’t distract her from the competent pleasure.
God, why the hell she avoided this magnificent bliss until now?
Well, didn’t Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt
herself rape Durgesh when Durgesh obliged her Brāhmañ lady friends even after her Musalmān lady friends?
Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt felt herself too insulted to stop herself from raping Durgesh.
Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt herself fucked Durgesh madly.
Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt wasn’t as faithful to her husband, Sinhgarjan Rājpūt, as she always claimed to be proudly.
Even Rājéshvar Rājpūt, Nishikānt Rājpūt and Vijay Rājpūt aren’t her husband, Sinhgarjan Rājpūt’s sons actually.
Durgesh is their real father.
Even her husband, Sinhgarjan Rājpūt, suspects it.
He couldn’t claim so, because he was afraid of testing their DNA.
Nevertheless, if their DNA would be tested ever, it would prove medically Rājéshvarī Rājpūt had extramarital relationship with Durgesh constantly.
Then why the hell she always refused to Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD?
Didn’t Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD really love her?
Moaning, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt gripped his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund hard as it retreated again, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt could feel that burning growing in her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot, the yearning and the building pleasure.
Reaching down with her hands Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt grabbed onto his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī buttocks and tried to hold him inside her as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt let out an unholy shriek.
Her orgasm was exploding in her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot and traveling over her proud magnificent Rājpūt body.
Roughly, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD thrust again and again, making her proud magnificent Rājpūt body ride out the pleasure as it mounted ever higher until Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD finally buried himself in her.
His rock hard born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund began to pulsate inside of her.
The feeling of his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī cum, spilling inside her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot brought her to the last height and her entire body quivered with the energy.
Then all her muscles seemed to relax at once, making her limp underneath him as the last spurt of cum pulsed from his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund.
They lay there for a few moments, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies, before Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD rolled off to the side and pointed at his messy groin,
“Clean it.”
Making a face, Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt hated the taste of herself and rarely ever gave Durgesh oral after sex, or even during sex after I’d been inside her, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt obeyed.
Sighing happily, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD watched as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt licked up their combined juices, her face making it clear that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt wasn’t totally happy with this aspect of his desires.
Well, she’d get used to it.
She had lost to him.
Hadn’t she?
Closing his eyes Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD enjoyed the feel of her proud Rājpūt tongue caressing his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī balls and shaft, thinking about all the things that Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD was going to have her do this week.
It was such a long list.
Why the hell Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt agreed to it?
Durgesh wasn’t available to her.
Her Brāhmañ and Musalmān lady friends didn’t allow Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt to have Durgesh for herself.
They acted to have monopoly on Durgesh.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD therefore was her next choice.
She hadn’t another option.
Her husband, Sinhgarjan Rājpūt, never allowed her to go unsophisticated.
Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt needed no binding now.
Durgesh always obliged her.
There were so many things that Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD had always wanted to do with Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt, and this was the perfect opportunity.
Groaning, he lifted his hips in surprise as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt sucked his partially hard Charmkār, yet Ārý Samājī Lund entirely into her extremely beautiful proud Rājpūt mouth, rolling it around the warm cavity with her proud Rājpūt tongue.
Her husband, Sinhgarjan Rājpūt hated oral sex immensely.
Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt, on the other hand, immensely loved my Bachhalyā Lund into her extremely beautiful proud Rājpūt mouth.
Opening his eyes Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD looked down at her mischievous expression as his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund started to slowly grow hard in her extremely beautiful proud Rājpūt mouth; his groin was completely cleaned of their combined juices.
Grinning, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD grabbed her hand and pulled her up so that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was straddling his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī body.
Taking his fingers, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD ran them along her sloppy magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot and scooped up his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī cum from it, lifting the fingers to her lips to be cleaned.
Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt made another face at him, but obediently cleaned the born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī cum from his fingers, sucking and nibbling on each of the digits.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD repeated the process until it seemed that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was completely cleaned, and was only licking her own juices from his fingers, by now his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund was completely hard again.
“Ride me,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD told Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt, “And play with your nipples while you’re doing it.”
“Oooh, you dirty Charmkār boy, I don’t think you’ve born Dvij still now.” Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt told him, smiling, as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt lined his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund up with her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot and started to sink onto his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī body.
When her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot was pressed and spread against his groin, his shaft completely buried inside of her, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt reached up and began to pinch and rub her nipples as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt rode Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD, her expression excited as he just lay back and enjoyed watching the show.
It was going to be a good week.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD watched happily from his seat at the kitchen table as Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt made him breakfast clothed in nothing more than an apron.
Her cute proud Rājpūt butt was sticking out from in between the clothes, and when Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt turned Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD could catch glimpses of her proud Rājpūt breasts, despite the fact that he had seen her naked just this morning – and had fucked her just this morning as well.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD was getting excited by the teasing glimpses.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD loved the way the apron framed her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass, he had big plans for that gorgeous Rājpūt ass today.
They ate breakfast, sitting right next to each other so that Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD could reach out and caress her if Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD felt liked it.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD made it his goal to keep her nipples hard for the entire meal, and for the most part he did a pretty good job.
When Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt got up to do the dishes he had her put the apron back on, and Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt gave him a sexy look as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt pulled it over her head and tied it around her waist.
Whistling happily as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD watched her clean, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD thought that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt looked fantastic like that.
Going over to the pantry, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pulled out some of the vegetable oil, bringing it back to the table and waited for her to finish the dishes.
“Come here,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD told her, “No, leave the apron on.”
Raising an eyebrow Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt came over and gave him an affectionate kiss. Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pulled away after a bit and patted the table next to him, “Bend over.”
“Oh my,” Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt said, laughing a little as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt bent over, her proud Rājpūt breasts hanging underneath the apron and her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass peeking out cutely.
When Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pressed an oiled finger to her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt asshole Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt let out a startled,
“OH!”
“Hold still,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD ordered her, and she did, groaning a little as his finger pressed up into her proud Rājpūt hole.
“Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD, I’m not sure I want to do this, with you. Only Durgesh takes care of his women even while doing it.” Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt said, feeling uncomfortably full as his finger wriggled around inside her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass.
“Shhh,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD told her, pressing his finger all the way into her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass.
It was hot and tight in there and his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund was swollen in anticipation,
“I won, remember, and I want my Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund plugging this delicious Rājpūt ass.”
Biting her lip Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt obeyed, knowing that in all fairness he had won and that she had known Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD had probably want to do some things that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt wasn’t as into this week.
And honestly, it turned her on a little knowing that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was going to be doing things that she didn’t necessarily want, just because Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD wanted to do them.
Bearing down, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt tried to adjust to the even now unaccustomed pressure in her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass, clenching and releasing around the invading finger.
Smiling, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD added a second one for her to play with, and listened lovingly to her moans as her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass stretched.
His fingers looked so erotic, sliding in and out of that tight virginal Rājpūt hole, this was actually only the second time that Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD had fuck a girl in the ass, and Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD had really loved it the first time.
This was also his first very much desired Rājpūt asshole, and Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD was really looking forward to it.
Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was starting to feel good, the fullness in her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass made her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot throb anxiously, the slick thrusting turning her on.
Although she had had anal sex before with Durgesh, she had always thought that it hurt too much, ok, so this hurt a little and it was uncomfortable when her proud Rājpūt hole stretched, but it really wasn’t as bad as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt thought it would be.
Durgesh was actually bigger, God!
Pressing back against his thrusting fingers Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt arched her back, enjoying the naughty sensation of something in her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt asshole.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD grinned, knowing that Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was ready now.
Pulling his fingers out of her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD wiped off the slickness onto a napkin before coating his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund with the vegetable oil and lining it up with her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass.
Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt gasped as the head pressed against her tight Rājpūt asshole and stretched her open, hanging her head as it burned with the pressure, the head finally popping into her proud Rājpūt hole.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD groaned happily, as her Rājpūt tightness bore down on his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī head, enclosing the sensitive organ and massaging it with her Rājpūt sphincter.
Gasping, Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt felt tears come to her eyes as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pressed forward a little more; feeling her resistance Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD retreated before pressing forward again, sawing back and forth in her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass in order to accustom her to the born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī invasion.
Slowly Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt felt her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass accept the intrusion and Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt relaxed a little, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pressed forward more and felt her tense up again.
It was slow work into her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass, moving back and forth, pressing just a little bit more forward each time.
Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt couldn’t believe how huge Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD felt in her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt asshole, his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund felt much bigger than it did in her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot, probably because her proud Rājpūt hole was so small.
Groaning Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt rested her head on her forearms, all of her proud Rājpūt concentration was now on the slow burning slide into her rarely used with Durgesh Rājpūt asshole.
For Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD it was heaven.
Her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass was incredibly tight and slick.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD loved the way it tried to grip at his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund but couldn’t quite hold him because of the oil that was coating his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund.
When Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD finally buried himself completely in her Rājpūt ass he just held himself there; partially just to allow her to adjust completely and partially just to enjoy the way her inner Rājpūt muscles rippled across his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund.
Her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass massaged his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī shaft as he held himself inside her, listening to her gasp and pant as his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund twitched inside that tight Rājpūt space.
When Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD began to draw out again, almost all the way to the tip of his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund, Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt shuddered and moaned as the invading Charmkār, yet Now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund thrust its way back into her proud magnificent Rājpūt body.
It burned, cramping her stomach a little, as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD began to slowly, but firmly, fuck her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass.
Reaching around to grab her proud magnificent Rājpūt tits, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD whispered in her ear,
“Play with your clit.”
In addition, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pinched her nipples firmly.
Reaching down to rub her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt found that the stimulation to her nipples and clit helped to relieve some of the discomfort in her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass.
In fact, it was helping to relieve a lot of it.
Maybe it was just that with every born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī thrust Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was getting more used to being fucked anally, but Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was starting to feel kinda good.
His born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund made her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass feel a lot more stuffed than his fingers had, and even though her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot burned to be filled up, it was rather erotic to have him in another proud Rājpūt hole.
Fingers tugged at her nipples, making them throb with pleasure as they were toyed with, her own fingers rubbing her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot incessantly as the stimulation roiled in her belly and began to build.
Moaning, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt started to push back against his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī thrusts, moving her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass in rhythm with him.
Delighted that she had finally adjusted completely, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD squeezed her proud magnificent Rājpūt tits hard and used them as leverage to begin really fucking her, riding her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass, as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD would her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot.
Squealing as the first of the hard, fast born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī thrusts began; Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt rubbed her proud magnificent Rājpūt clit faster in response, loving the way his rough hands felt on her proud Rājpūt breasts.
The burning in her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass was becoming wrapped up in the pleasure of her magnificent proud Rājpūt Choot, making her bite her lip as her proud magnificent Rājpūt clit burned happily.
Slick thrusting drove her higher and higher, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt rubbed her proud magnificent Rājpūt clit harder and harder, until Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt felt her magnificent Rājpūt legs shake and Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt came.
It felt incredibly odd to be cumming with an empty Rājpūt Choot and a full Rājpūt ass, but good too.
There was something hot and sexy about it, and Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt shuddered with ecstasy as her fingers continued to rub.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD could feel her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass convulsing around his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund.
Knowing that she had cum while Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD fucked Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī’s Rājpūt ass, was one of the hottest things Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD had ever imagined.
As her own orgasm began to slow down, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD slammed hard into her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass, banging her proud Rājpūt buttocks against the table roughly before squeezing her proud magnificent Rājpūt tits as hard as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD could and thrusting brutally one last time.
Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt gasped as his born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī Lund throbbed inside her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass.
Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt could actually feel every pulse of cum as it passed through born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī shaft and into her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt asshole.
Groaning, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD emptied himself into her, shuddering happily as her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass continued to squeeze him throughout his orgasm.
When Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD pulled out Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD gave her extremely beautiful perfectly round firm plump proud Rājpūt ass a light smack, making her jump as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD grinned,
“Go ahead and start on the chores, I want to watch my born Charmkār, yet now Dvij Ārý Samājī shaft cum leak out of that beautiful Rājpūt ass.”
Grinning, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD watched as Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt waddled slightly, going to get the vacuum.*
Chapter 18
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Yacht: 1
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Chapter 1
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Tayyab
Durgesh Al Hilāl Al Tayyab
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Aslam
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, had conspired with Durgesh, against her.
She still couldn’t believe it.
Was Utopian Idealism itself too too powerful that it can turn her own real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, against her?
She couldn’t believe it.
How the hell can both Durgesh and her Abbū, two utmost brilliant persons she had known ever, can be obsessed to their ever Utopian Idealism to even this extent?
Why are both of them too adamant to understand that Pseudo Musalmīn are not evolved to intrinsic humanity even?
It’s not against humanity to humiliate and cuckold them openly.
Hinduism/Ved says:
‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.”
‘Bear this woman to a man that does good deeds.’
Islam says:
‘Good women for good men, bad women for bad men.’
Is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman bad?
If not, and certainly not, how a true Musalmān can bear that she would be married to a Pseudo Musalmān, a munāfiq?
Isn’t it a ridicule, a mockery of her Īmān that she would be married to a munāfiq, instead of a man that’s not a polytheist, al mushrik?
‘Wa lā tunkiħū al mushrikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And do not marry polytheist men, until they bring Īmān.’
̶ Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2|221*
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked past an extremely beautiful girl that wore Arabian dress.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was controlling herself yet her eyes showed just a trace of panic.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab admonished herself.
Durgesh was more intelligent than her Aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was.
Why worry then?
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā could not go beyond Durgesh.
After her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, charged her that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā was having an affair with Durgesh, he almost separated himself from her.
The girl in Arabian dress closed the door.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab selected the ultramodern, high backed, black leather chair.
She sat down on it, crossed her legs, pulled her skirt down over her knees, and sat facing the door.
Durgesh hasn’t come yet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said Durgesh was fucking her Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab had seven real sisters of her father.
Being all of too beautiful to ignore, it wasn’t any surprise to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, that Durgesh fucked all of her seven extremely beautiful Buās.
Every one of her seven Buās, had her own separate business.
Most of Musalmān Beauties that were Durgesh’s Live in relationship partners had their own separate business.
There wasn’t anything new.
Even then her youngest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was the most successful of them.
Damn it.
The only trouble was, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, didn’t like Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s ever irresponsible lifestyle.
Yes, her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a multimillionaire.
But her Buās were billionaires already.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s Kħālās were even more beautiful than her Buās.
But they were not as smart as her Buās were.
They didn’t actually hate Durgesh, but they never approved of Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the natural step for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to be taken.” Her youngest Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, had commented, “I can’t believe Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not anticipate it.”
The door opened and I entered there.
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā can satisfy you more than even I can. Isn’t it?” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab cooed.
I smiled.
“Sorry, I kept you waiting. But why couldn’t you meet me there? Al Jalāl Al Tayyab knows of our mutual relationship. She never objected.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā has other things in me to object.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab loves you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
“Start fucking me, and keep it on until we stop discussing what I have to discuss with you of my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. You have come here after fucking her. You can’t forget favoring her until you don’t feel your Uncut Hindu Lund deepest into some other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
I laughed.
“Nonsense.”*
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed herself.
When she noticed that I wasn’t undressing myself even then, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed me too despite my more than obvious disinclination.
She smiled when she observed my immense erection despite my deliberate noncooperation.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab went on her knees, pulled me behind her, positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her immensely gorgeous and glamorous twenty eight years old, young Musalmān bottom on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My sixty four years old, immensely experienced Uncut Hindu Prick entered her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Why didn’t you meet me there in your own mansion?” I asked her, fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab vehemently, picking the momentum gradually.
“That’s not my mansion, you know.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said gravely, “I only live with my youngest, yet shrewdest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. It’s her mansion, not mine.”
I didn’t argue with Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
It was useless.
Even at her twenty eight, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, was a rotten young woman.
I knew her now for ten long years.
I was fifty four when she raped me on her eighteenth birthday.
Her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was alive then.
He was dumbfounded when he himself saw his Just Eighteen Just Adult immeasurably irresponsible daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, raping me.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was shameful somewhat.
“I never knew, Bhāījān, that she always watched us when Durgesh and I made love to each other.”
Al Tayyab Al Muħammad was immensely grave.
“It’s alright, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is not a normal girl. She caught even her Ammī, your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was startled.
“Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh?”
“Yes,” Al Tayyab Al Muħammad said, “Your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had also seen you when Durgesh was making love to you. She was obsessed with that. You were crazy when Durgesh was making love to you, asking Durgesh to give it to you more and more wildly. You should be more careful when you make love with Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab smiled cunningly.
She never told her Bhāījān, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, that she deliberately did it when her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, watched us.
Her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had ridiculed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab that she has sex with a Hindu.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wanted her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh, so that she could ridicule her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, too.*
Despite having me inside her since ten years, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was still not habitual of my Uncut Hindu Cock perfectly.
It grew into her Musalmān Cunt with its every penetration more and more longer, more and more thicker, more and more stronger and more and more powerful.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab always felt something new in its penetrations.
She was not even habitual of my bigness.
It was not actually the bigness of my age or fat.
It was the bigness of my immense power and strength.
My eyes were steady and patient, turned naughty and impish frequently when I fucked her, her Buās and even her Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār.
I was grave only when dealing with the males.
In the presence of fair sex, I was always naughty, impish and dominant ever.
That was why I always attracted female attention to the extent that the females fell for me usually, invariably dreaming of me as their own intimate well-wisher.
Despite I was fucking her now, her dark eyes remained fastened on my ever young ever handsome ever masculine face.
“I need your services as my attorney.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “I want to find out about a will.”
“Yes.” I smiled at her penetrating her more vigorously.
“I want to know about a trust provision actually.”
“In this yacht?”
“What’s wrong if we are in a yacht now?”
“Well, nothing if you can’t wait.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Okay,”
“It’s my father’s will. You know I’m his only daughter he remembered in his will. His other daughters were already married and given their share in his property.”
“I know.”
“There’s a lot of money coming to me under that will, something over a hundred million dollars.”
I smiled.
“Congratulations,”
“I need your support,”
“Yes,”
“Abbū didn’t leave the money to me outright,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “He left it in a trust.”
“I know.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab looked at me scrutinizing me.
“My youngest aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is the trustee.”
“Oh, I didn’t know it. She never told me, neither you yourself did it ever before.”
“I never thought it necessary before. There’s a provision in the will that if I marry ever anyone except you, feeling my Live in relationship with you is not enough for me anymore, my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has the right, at her option, to give me ten thousand dollars from the trust fund, and to turn the balance, around ninety thousand dollars to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?” I smiled ironically, “She managed it with numerous Musalmān multimillionaires, surprisingly successfully. I didn’t know she managed it with your Abbū too.”
“My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, advised me to talk with you. You hate to cuckold anyone.”
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside her.
“Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, yeah?”
“I know. My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, has always criticized you. But she loves me immensely. She praised you, however in this matter. You are not against Musalmīn as your Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, is.”
“Thank Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, for at least acknowledging one of my attributes. Your other Kħālās never did even that.”
“I am sorry. They are heavily prejudiced against you.”
“It’s alright,” I said pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I think your Abbū expired somewhat two years ago, didn’t he?”
“That’s right. My Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, started living in relationship with you since,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab winked at me, “how the hell can you forget?”
I laughed fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab more vigorously.
“Under the will,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, controls the trust moneys. She can invest them any way she wants, and she can give me whatever money she thinks I should have. When I am thirty and still Live in relationship with you, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has to give me the principal if she thinks that the possession of such a large sum of money won’t spoil my life. Otherwise, she’s to buy me an annuity of ten thousand dollars a month for life, and give the balance to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”*
I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab gravely.
“Rather an unusual trust provision,” I said, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really does miracles when she wants,”
“You knew my Abbū. He himself was rather an unusual man, and was just a little bit wild.”
“All right. What’s the trouble?”
I never said her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a practical man.
He understood his youngest daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, perfectly.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab shared his understanding, even more than his wife, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, did.
“My cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is facing a peculiar charge.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said.
“Oh,”
“His wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, has separated from him charging him that he can’t father a child. Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wants children. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb requested me to marry him and let our son bear his name.”
I smiled ironically.
“So that he can prove Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wrong?”
“Sure, why not?”
“You want to marry Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, even after your ten long years of ever happy Live in relationship with me?”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Well, it’s not exactly a Live in relationship with you. I never lived with you. You never lived with me. I always lived with my Abbū, instead. Moreover, even after my Abbū’s death, I am living with my youngest paternal aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Isn’t it?”
“Sure, yet your youngest paternal aunt, your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is herself my Live in relationship partner now openly. Isn’t she?” I smiled myself too, patiently.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab increased the pace of her back and forth motions of her glorious nude pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young bottom.
I myself wanted to fuck her now more wildly.
Yet, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab never had any patience whatsoever.
She always surrendered to her almost every desire whatsoever.
It was a miracle she was a PhD.*
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at me gravely.
“I haven’t another option, Durgesh.”
I looked at Muħammad, Al Kħadījah Al Aslam’s husband.
“You could never make love to your wife?”
“Never.” Muħammad said gravely, “I think basically I am a woman in an ostensibly male body.”
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at Muħammad disapprovingly.
“That’s the problem with Muħammad. He never grew a moustache, he never grew a beard. His body is even an almost feminine body.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has female breasts.”
“What?”
“That’s right. Yet, he has a cut Musalmān nūnī.”
“I see.”
“The entire medical specialists say Muħammad, my husband, can never make love to a woman.”
“Oh,”
“But I noticed his cut Musalmān nūnī stirred always whenever I told him about our premarital sex.”*
Muħammad could not forget.
He should not have surrendered to his Ammī’s wishes ever.
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had thirteen wives simultaneously, Muħammad.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said.
Muħammad smiled painfully.
“Only because you named me after the ever great name of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, you think I can do everything that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam could? Ammī, you are an utmost successful psychiatrist yourself, yet…”
“I am an utmost successful psychiatrist myself, that’s why I am telling you, you are curable, my son.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said patiently.
“Isn’t it a fact, Ammī, that you were adamant to make me a qualified doctor so that I can understand my physical problem?”
“You are correct.”
“I am a qualified doctor now, Ammī. Yet, I don’t agree with you. I am basically a female in a masculine body, that’s not actually masculine even fully.”
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, controlled herself.
She could not understand how she could explain to him that until and unless he doesn’t stop believing that he is basically a female in a masculine body, he can’t become a male entirely.
Muħammad was her only son.
Despite her constant care to dress him and behave carefully with him as if he was entirely a man with no femininity at all in him, his Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, could not stop him from wearing female dresses when she wasn’t with him.
She could not stop Muħammad, her only son, from deliberately developing a female psychology and a female psychosis consequently.
It helped Muħammad in developing his female breasts.
Despite her constant operations the female breasts, Muħammad had, kept developing every time.
The surgeons had ultimately told her Muħammad himself wanted female breasts, female buttocks and even female genital organ.
It was a miracle for the surgeons Muħammad developed a nūnī despite their entire adverse suspicions.
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, never knew, Muħammad asked in his duåās, his religious prayers, female genital organ, instead of the ever worthless cut Musalmān nūnī he had.
He wanted an operation to have it.
But no surgeon wanted to antagonize Muħammad’s Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah.
She was utmost resourceful and utmost powerful therefore.
She could destroy the surgeons forever if they operated on Muħammad to the effect.*
I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
“If you really want to oblige your cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, I’d never stop you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
Her face lit up.
She kissed me immense delightedly.
“That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you so much. You are never as possessive as the Musalmīn and even the other Hindus etcetera are.”
I smiled.
“I believe in personal freedom and Democracy. I believe if you don’t want to live with me anymore, you have perfect and absolute right to do so.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab kissed me again, now gratefully.
“I know, Durgesh darling. That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you more than anyone else. You are extraordinary lenient with your women.”
“Thank you.”
“The problem is Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā isn’t as lenient as you are.”
“I know. But she is bound to do what her brother, your Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, wanted from her to do as a trustee.”
“I understand that conditions in a will that prevent a person from marrying can be set aside.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab pushed her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bottom once more back, swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis into her ever bright ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and squeezed it more contracting her vaginal muscles.
I knew she actually bribed me giving this particular pleasure.
Yet, it wasn’t worthwhile to argue with her.
There are some persons who never understand.
Most of them not even try to.
They are always adamant to let the chips fall on their own insistent manner.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was too one of them.
Why otherwise her Abbū needed to create a trust, instead of making her beneficiary directly?
Chapter 2
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-31
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat
Chapter 31
Durgesh Al Fajir Al Vaqār
Durgesh Al Firdaus Al Saåīd
I shrugged and smiled back at Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, as a kid watching the clown parade at the circus.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd wiggled out of the swimsuit making sure that I caught every jiggle of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The next swimsuit she tried on was a green bikini.
She stepped out of the dressing room to better model it for me.
The top covered her firm young Musalmān breasts with triangles of green material and it tied behind the neck and back.
Green material from the bottoms invaded her slit and created a camel-toe.
She smiled and said,
“I like this one.”
“It looks real nice on you,” I said nodding my approval.
I noticed that her butt cheeks peeked out from the bottoms.
I smiled as Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, manipulated her forefingers along the inside of the bikini to remove the material from the crack of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the most lady-like fashion.
The maneuver tightened the material across the front of her bikini causing her camel-toe to transform into a moose knuckle.
My mouth watered imagining the delights hidden just beneath the green bikini material.
It was too much.
Blood pounded in my ears as cum surged from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I shut my eyes and with a quite growl I reaffirmed,
“Ahh, yeah, uh, I really like this one, too.”
While the salesclerk rang up Al Firdaus Al Saåīd‘s purchases I smiled controlling myself.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was still wearing the green bikini.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd had put on a white blouse as a cover-up and had tied the tail into a bow around her waist that would allow me to watch her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass wiggle as she walked.
The green fabric from her bikini bottoms had ever so slightly infested the crack of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
She put both hands on her butt cheeks in order to sneak out the material.
“Leave it…” I commanded, when she looked at me questioningly I smiled at her affably.
“Okay Durgesh,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd replied shrugging her shoulders.
She led the way to the pier where we planned to eat lunch.
I followed her hiding my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
I loved to watch the rise and fall of each of her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and the sideways sway of her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
More green material inched into her crack.
I grew alert, vigilant and couldn’t believe how hard I got by simply watching Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, walk.
We ate lunch at a taco stand on the end of the pier talking and watching wet-suited surfers battle the waves.
After waiting the requisite thirty minutes we made our way to the beach.
Once we staked our claim with our beach towels we hurried to the water’s edge and frolicked in the surf.
After a while we headed back to our towels to rest.
As we dripped dried on our towels a couple of guys strolled by and lustfully leered at Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
She caught me glaring at the guys and heard me mutter my displeasure under my breath.
She smiled at My reaction.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gushed with primeval recognition that I was engaging in male posturing, asserting my right to her.
Later a pair of vacationing coeds, a blonde and a redhead challenged the duo to a game of beach volleyball at a nearby net.
We took up the challenge and agreed that the losers of the best of three sets would buy the winners snow cones from a nearby vendor.
The coeds lost the first set by two and won the second set by five.
The young women thought they would put the older man away without much trouble.
They were surprised at the extremely good shape that I was in, they were unaware I made my living being the utmost successful Sex Therapist.
That they had to work for every shot perplexed and irritated them.
They spent much of the third set sniping at each other over flubbed plays.
I was in the backcourt when I caught the pale flash of Al Firdaus Al Saåīd‘s butt cheek peeking from beneath her bikini bottoms.
My concentration left the game as I studied Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s ass and the subtle way the material of the bikini hugged and accentuated every Musalmān curve.
I licked my lips as my mind recalled the image of Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, bent over fully revealing her pretty pucker and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me earlier in the day.
I heard Al Firdaus Al Saåīd‘s shouted warning just before the volleyball smashed into me.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was at my side in a Moment.
She took the tail of my shirt and pinched. Her eyes were filled with concern as she asked,
“Durgesh, are you okay?”
The coeds quickly joined Al Firdaus Al Saåīd at My side and I smiled at all the Musalmān female attention.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd glared at the young woman who had spiked the volleyball and scolded the blonde,
“You could’ve hurt my husband, Bitch.”
I was startled.
I’d never anticipated Al Firdaus Al Saåīd would tell them that I was her husband and she was my duly married Musalmān wife.
“Husband?” the young Musalmān woman was immensely surprised.*
I smiled,
“It’s alright. I’m not hurt,”
“Who you calling Bitch, Bitch,” postured the offended blonde squaring up on Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I was not surprised by Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s aggressive behavior.
I stood between Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, and the coed.
I said, “I think it’s time for us to leave.”
“Are you forfeiting?” asked the redhead.
The blonde added,
“If you forfeit you owe us a snow cone but I’ll settle for a kiss from Durgesh.”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd started to go after the young woman but I blocked her route then took her by the hand and led her towards our beach towels.
She had to settle for sticking her tongue out at the laughing blonde as I led her down the beach.
Once we had retrieved our belongings we headed back to the rented cottage.
We each showered the sand and sweat from our bodies.
We decided to eat and I grilled steaks and corn on the cob on the patio while Al Firdaus Al Saåīd nuked potatoes in the microwave and tossed a salad.
While Al Firdaus Al Saåīd busied herself in the kitchen her cellphone’s ringtone went off.
She answered,
“This is Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, what’s up?”
Al Fajir Al Vaqār laughed and said,
“My, aren’t you in a good mood. I’m so glad.”
“Oh, hi Ammī,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd exclaimed.
She told her Ammī everything Al Firdaus Al Saåīd and I had done while in Pismo Beach, including the volleyball game with the coeds.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd declared,
“I was so ready fight both those bitches.”
“You were?” Al Fajir Al Vaqār asked, “How come?”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd replied simply,
“They hurt my Durgesh.”
“Wow!”
“Yeah, that and I felt guilty about what I did to him earlier.”
“What did you do?”
“I got carried away and teased Durgesh when I was trying on swimsuits.
“Durgesh was looking at me in a way I had never been looked at before.
“It was more desire than lust and I responded to my scrutiny very luridly. I think I made him immensely erect. I’m so naughty.”
Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s voice was reassuring,
“Don’t feel guilty. It was a natural response. Durgesh loves you and he does desire you. Do you too desire him?”
“That’s a bit incestuous,” protested Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
“Maybe, but you didn’t answer my question.”
“I don’t know how to answer that question. I liked the way Durgesh looked at me. It made me feel wanted and sexy in a way I’ve never felt before.”
“Okay, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd. After supper get dressed up and have Durgesh take you dancing at the beach Club. Just let nature take its course I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Durgesh is quite the Uncut Hindu Lundsman.”
“Are you saying I should have sex with Durgesh?” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd asked with shaky voice.
“Yes I am. Baby-girl, you’ve only had one sexual experience. It was a terrible one and left you emotionally scarred. Durgesh loves you like no other man does. Having sex with a man who truly loves you is truly a celestial experience.”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was a bit shocked by her Ammī’s suggestion.
She asked,
“I can’t believe you’re encouraging me to have sex with Durgesh. Durgesh is your husband now, practically. You won’t be jealous?”
“I love you too Al Firdaus Al Saåīd and I want you to be happy not depressed. I think a sexual experience with Durgesh would do you a lot of good. So no, I wouldn’t be jealous. I have to go, I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you Baby-girl, good-bye.”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was quiet while she and I ate supper on the patio.
We watched wet-suited surfers catching the last waves as the sun sank into the pacific.
The natural beauty only highlighted the aura of emotion we were feeling for each other.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd looked at me and had to cross her legs as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot dampened with yearning.
She stroked my chiseled cheek and I smiled at her.
She said,
“I want to go dancing. Will you take care of the dishes while I get changed?”
“Sure thing, Young lady,” I replied simply.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd came out of the bathroom wearing a little blue mini-dress.
It had a scoop neckline which highlighted her cleavage.
She did a little spin that billowed the pleated skirt of her dress and revealed her sexy black thong.
Her maneuver also divulged that the dress had a plunging V-shaped back that made wearing a bra impossible.
Her legs were encased in sexy black thigh-high stockings and her shoes were black four-inch heels.
She had left her shoulder length hair down.
Big hooped earrings dangled from her ears.
Her make-up was perfect.
“You look beautiful,” I smiled with adoration.
“Thank you, Durgesh,” beamed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, “Shall we go?”
The beach Club was crowded but we managed to slip in and found a table.
A waitress took our drink orders.
Just as our drinks arrived the band played a slow song.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd squealed with delight and pulled me by the hand out to the dance floor.
She shimmied her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks to the beat of the music.
Looking over her shoulder she smiled
at me, who seemed to find the oscillation of her derriere mesmerizing.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd spun on her heel and opened her arms to me.
I wrapped my arms around her waist just above her butt as she rested her head on my shoulder.
I smiled joyfully as we swayed to the rhythm of the music.
Inhaling the fragrance of her perfume I pulled her tight against me crushing her firm young Musalmān breasts into my wide Hindu chest.
My Uncut Hindu Lund stood at rigid attention and rubbed against Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s mons.
I was pleasantly surprised when she ground her ardent Musalmān mound back into my Hindu hardness.
I looked into her beautiful Musalmān eyes and she into mine.
It was so natural for me to gently caress her quivering Musalmān lips with a kiss.
The song finished and we looked longingly into each other’s eyes as others applauded.
Just as we were about to move into each other’s arms against and dance to the next number a young woman’s voice cut in,
“Since I didn’t get a snow cone how about a dance?”
Before Al Firdaus Al Saåīd could object I interjected,
“Sure.”
I embraced the Musalmān redhead dressed in a black mini-dress and we swayed to the music.
I rested my hand on the coed’s slim Musalmān waist much to Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s displeasure.
Slowly I maneuvered the redhead who flirted more than danced while Al Firdaus Al Saåīd stomped back to our table and pouted.
Another slow song began to play and the young woman’s blonde partner took her turn dancing with me.
She wore a red mini-dress and wrapped her arms around my neck as my arms encircled her waist.
The dance floor was so crowded we could do little more than sway in place to the music.
She boldly ground herself on my Hindu package.
The song ended and we broke apart to applaud.
The band started to play another number and just as the blonde was about to corner me into another dance, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd tapped her on the shoulder and said,
“I believe this is my dance, Bitch. After all, Durgesh is my husband, not yours. Isn’t he?”
The blonde glowered her disdain but relented. “Sure Slut, he’s your husband after all. You are right.”
“That’s right, he is my husband and don’t you forget it,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd puffed, posturing for dominance.
The band played a faster number.
With a wicked grin Al Firdaus Al Saåīd spun her back to me and began to palpitate her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass into My Hindu loins, my Uncut Hindu Lund actually got harder.
Looking over her shoulder Al Firdaus Al Saåīd giggled as My face flushed with excitement.
Soon she got lost in the music and her young female Musalmān lust.
Her appealing Musalmān ass wiggled and her tantalizing Musalmān tits jiggled to the wild beat as she performed a primitive mating dance before me.
She spun around and continued to dance in front of me, gyrating her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks bewitchingly.
Her voice was husky with lust as she suggested,
“I’m ready to go home now, Durgesh.”
“Then let’s go home,” said I taking her by the hand and leading her off the dance floor.
Arriving at the cottage I opened the door and Al Firdaus Al Saåīd silently entered the living room.
She spun to speak but I took her in my arms and hungrily kissed her.
Kissing me back she twirled her tongue with mine in a delightful dance of lust.
All of sudden she pushed me away panting and looking at me with big doe eyes.
I grabbed her and pulled her once against into an embrace.
I kissed her deeply until she sighed into my mouth and went limp in my arms.
With her resistance collapsing she surrendered to my desire.
Picking her up I carried Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, to my bed.
The full moon, a lover’s moon, shone through the bedroom window casting the room in a romantic pale.
As I laid her on the covers Al Firdaus Al Saåīd whispered.
I quickly stripped as Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, took on an angelic repose.
Climbing on the bed my Uncut Hindu Lund swayed between my legs like a hungry beast on the hunt.
I murmured,
“Oh Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, you are so beautiful.”
I kissed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s lips and she returned my kiss by darting her tongue into my mouth.
I kissed her neck mesmerized by her perfume.
Sliding her dress top down to her waist I exposed her Firm young Musalmān breasts.
They were swollen with lust and her nipples were hard and jutted invitingly from the middle of her areolas.
I kissed each firm young Musalmān breast, then took a stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it hard.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd arched her back and groaned.
Her fingers encouragingly caressed the back of My head as I teased the nipple then blew my hot breath on it.
She moaned,
“Durgesh, you’re torturing me.”
I moved down the bed and lightly kissed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s stocking clad knee then I moved up her thigh.
Pushing the hem of her dress to her waist I could tell that her black thong was wantonly wet in the moonlight.
I knew she was having second thoughts as she became rigid and turned her head toward the window.
But, I wasn’t.
I pulled her panties down, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd sighed deeply and lifted her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass off the bed to allow me to peel her panties completely off.
I looked down at Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, and murmured lovingly,
“You’re so beautiful Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, I want you so bad.”
Her bare Firm young Musalmān breasts were heaving with exhilaration.
Her dress was bunched around her waist.
A tiny thatch of hair headlined her ardent Musalmān vulva.
Her hairless Musalmān labia was engorged with excitement and glistened with anticipation.
Catching a whiff of her sex scent I followed it to its source.
She spread her legs invitingly granting me access to her excited Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I brushed my male Hindu lips over her ardent Musalmān slit with light caresses as she strained and bucked her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks upward.
Finally, I put my lips right on top of her ardent Musalmān slit and kissed it gently, then harder, she moaned in pleasure.
My Uncut Hindu Lund broached her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund up and down the layers of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flesh.
Tentatively, my Uncut Hindu Lund entered her and fucked her with gentle stabs of its tip.
I brought my Uncut Hindu Lund to the top of her ardent Musalmān slit and used it like a probe.
Locating her pearl, I rubbed it hard and pressed my Uncut Hindu Lund into the hood.
It felt heavenly to Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I teased the hell out of her at the same time.
She muttered encouragement to me,
“That…that’s…it…that’s it.”
I slid my Uncut Hindu Lund slowly but firmly as far as it will go into Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s drooling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It was as if dipping my Uncut Hindu Lund into melted butter, her juices streamed down the crack of her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
I teased her meticulously until my Uncut Hindu Lund made contact with her G-spot.
“That’s the place,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd rasped and squirmed on my hand.
I tapped my fingers against her G-spot with a come hither action that made her clutch the bed sheets.
Soon my Uncut Hindu Lund was rocketing in and out of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot with forceful exuberance.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār whispered,
“Don’t stop… please, don’t stop… don’t ever… ever stop.”
Gently I pulled Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips apart with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Once her Musalmān clit was exposed I flicked my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly against it.
Her legs thrash against my shoulders as she writhed about the bed.
Sensing that she was approaching orgasm I pushed forcefully on her Musalmān clit.
She lifted her butt off the mattress and wildly bucked her Musalmān pelvis with the rising wave of climax.
Yet, I managed to keep my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Musalmān clit and rubbed even harder on it.
“Don’t stop, Durgesh! Durgesh, don’t stop! Please, Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā!”
Satisfied that Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was on the verge of climax I lightly rubbed her Musalmān clit and savagely shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund up her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
White light exploded before Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s eyes as orgasm rippled through her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The bed quivered beneath her as my body quaked on top of it.
She cried out with dizzy delight,
“Oh, Durgesh…My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot cum…Oh, Durgesh.”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd collapsed on the bed and lay still, gasping for breath.
When she came down from her cosmic climatic heights, she opened her beautiful Musalmān eyes.
After a Moment her beautiful Musalmān eyes focused and she saw My face full of adoration.
I was delighted that I had given Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, so much pleasure.
I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Never better, Durgesh. Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā!” She seemed to glow from the passion.
I moved between Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s trembling legs.
I watched as her beautiful Musalmān eyes rested on my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund.
It had never been so hard or throbbed with so much desire, recently.
Looking at me through half-open eyelids
she feebly smiled, as I put my hands behind her knees and pushed them to her Firm young Musalmān breasts.
I grabbed my rock solid Uncut Hindu Lund and guided into her wet wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I slowly sank my Uncut Hindu Lund into her until my bloated balls rested against her pretty pink pucker.
Groaning I paused and curled my toes to keep from blowing my load, as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was unbelievably tight.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd gasped and held her breath as My bulbous head penetrated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The length of my massive Hindu shaft soon followed.
In a natural response to her lover she squeezed her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot muscles tightening her grip on my monster Uncut Hindu Lund.
She patted My hips to let me know she had adjusted to my girth.
She muttered her pleasure.
“Durgesh…you’re so…hard…so…big.”
As I began to slowly withdraw my Uncut Hindu Lund, I felt the wet walls of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clutch at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
When the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was practically falling out of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot, I slid it back into her clear to the hilt.
Soon I had a slow tempo going and Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, moaned as I sunk my Uncut Hindu Lund into her and groaned when I began to withdraw it.
After just a few minutes I knew I couldn’t last much longer so I pushed myself up on my hands and pummeled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with abandon.
The new position changed the angle of My pelvic bone pressed against Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Musalmān clit.
She muttered with urgency,
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Fuck me like that, fuck me, Durgesh, till infinity.”
With animal-like lust I looked deep into her beautiful Musalmān eyes and curled my lip as I throttled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I set a fantastic pace that drove waves of ecstasy throughout her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
As I hammered my Uncut Hindu Lund into Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, against and against, her big Firm young Musalmān breasts bounced to and fro like they were directly propelled by my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She twisted her nipples squealing with depraved delight.
Reaching between her legs she diddled her Musalmān clit with urgency.
Her superb luscious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks bucked furiously on My Uncut Hindu Lund as her passion peaked.
Wild-eyed she howled,
“Yeeeeeeeeee!”
I felt Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot contracting as she wailed in climatic ecstasy.
After she relaxed I frantically plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot Musalmān box like a lunatic while she bounded her heels across my hips like bronco rider.
With a final stab of my Uncut Hindu Lund my bloated balls blasted our load deepest inside Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I groaned, “Cum…aw yeah…cum!”
“Fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot Durgesh! Fill me with your Hindu cum.”
I collapsed back down on Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, and gasped for air.
I rested my head on her beautiful Firm young Musalmān breasts and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I remained fully erect and fully seated in her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot as I recovered.
I caught a glimpse of a tear running down her cheek.
Perplexed I softened and pulled out of Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I rested on my back and she rolled over and cuddled against me.
Choked with overwhelming emotion I whispered,
“I love you, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd kissed My cheek then rested her head on my chest.
A radiant smile graced her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,
“Durgesh, I never knew sex could be so gratifying between a Hindu man and Musalmān woman. You made me realize that making love is so much more satisfying than simple sex. I love you, Durgesh.”
Soon we both fall into satiated sleep, a deep cloying slumber that only comes from complete and total sexual satisfaction, my Uncut Hindu Lund still deepest into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
A few hours later sunlight perforated the window announcing a new day.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was still resting her on My chest when she blinked awake.
Stirring she heard a noise from the doorway.
She lifted herself up and exclaimed,
“Ammī?”
In voice soft and low Al Fajir Al Vaqār explained,
“The conference finished, so I drove all night to get here. Is there room for one more in that bed?”
Stripping Al Fajir Al Vaqār got on the bed and rolled on her back spreading her legs invitingly.
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd crawled up between her Ammī’s legs and ran her tongue along the upper thigh.
Gently she bit her Ammī’s engorged Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lip before tunneling into its Musalmān depths with her tongue.
She found her Ammī’s scent heavenly as she worked one finger and then another into her Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I had awakened with all the commotion in the bed.
I joyfully positioned myself behind Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I kissed a cheek of her butt and patted the other.
Bhābhījān Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s daughter, Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, stopped her oral ministrations while I worked my huge Uncut Hindu Lund into her saturated Musalmān snatch.
“That’s it. I love your big Uncut Hindu Lund, Durgesh,” panted Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār stroked her daughter’s hair patiently as Al Fajir Al Vaqār waited for Al Firdaus Al Saåīd to continue to pleasure her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She sighed,
“I guess you figured out the difference between sex and making love.”
“Uh, yeesh,” Al Firdaus Al Saåīd grunted as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretched to accommodate My girth.
Once I was fully seated inside Al Firdaus Al Saåīd, I said,
“Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is so tight, Young lady. It feels so good.”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd was glad I enjoyed the plush Musalmān wetness of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot as I slowly began moving my hard Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her.
She adjusted to my rhythm and began licking Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the rocking motion of my thrusts, licking her Ammī from her excellent exquisite perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole to her hooded Musalmān clitoris.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār groaned with gratification and pushed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s face deeper into the hot wet folds of her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot.
I grabbed Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s hips and pummeled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to a pleasurable pulp.
My long hard Uncut Hindu Lund pleasingly poked her G-spot.
I was close to orgasm.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew, then twitched then spewed.
Feeling my Hindu cum bathing her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot triggered Al Firdaus Al Saåīd’s orgasm.
Her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful smooth Musalmān Choot contracted around My Uncut Hindu Lund milking more cum from it.
She growled into Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s gaping gash.
“I love you, Young lady.” I said as my still not softening, but satisfied, Uncut Hindu Lund slipped out of Al Firdaus Al Saåīd.
I collapsed beside Al Fajir Al Vaqār and just before I began massaging and sucking her Firm young Musalmān breasts I said,
“I love you too, Al Fajir Al Vaqār.”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd gave full attention to her Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She gunned her fingers in and out of Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, while fluttering her tongue against her Ammī’s Musalmān clit.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār moaned and twisted like Al Fajir Al Vaqār was possessed.
Pulling her knees to her Firm young Musalmān breasts she spread herself wider and demanded,
“Pleasure me, Baby-girl, pleasure me.”
Al Firdaus Al Saåīd drove her tongue into her Ammī’s tunnel like it was a train.
When she thought Al Fajir Al Vaqār couldn’t take it anymore she gently bit Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s Musalmān clit and shoved two sopping fingers up her butt-hole.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār clutched the bed sheets, arched her back and screamed,
“Cumming!”
After Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s climax was complete Al Firdaus Al Saåīd rose from between her Ammī’s legs and snuggled up to her.
I was on the other side of Al Fajir Al Vaqār.
I kissed her and then Al Firdaus Al Saåīd kissed her.
We basked in each other’s arms in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
Finally Al Firdaus Al Saåīd broke the silence,
“I love you both so much, I never dreamed sex could be so good, this has been the best summer.”
“A summer of love,” Al Fajir Al Vaqār agreed giving her daughter an affectionate hug.
I laughed then gave both my extremely beautiful Musalmān women an amorous kiss.
Blissfully I concurred,
“Summer lovin’ is the best kind of lovin'”
Chapter 32
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 16
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Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
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1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 16
Durgesh Kaikéyī Mukherjī
Dashrath Bhārgav
I smiled at Dashrath Bhārgav.
“But Dad, what’s wrong in it, even if I can’t return or enter Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations for fourteen years?”
Dashrath Bhārgav looked at me as if he had lost everything whatsoever he had.
“You should have asked Sumant why he was sent to bring you here, instead of any lady robot. Should you haven’t, Durgesh?”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, looked gravely at Dashrath Bhārgav.
Then he looked at me,
“Durgesh, my dear boy, you are my son in law too. Aren’t you? I thought it was better to bring you myself here instead of some bloody lady robot that doesn’t have any human heart.”
Kaikéyī Mukherjī smiled cunningly.
“Son, Durgesh, your father in law, Dashrath Bhārgav is afraid of me very much that my son Bharat Chaturvédī may let me establish Communism here.”
Dashrath Bhārgav looked at me,
“Param Purush, now even you can’t say I am wrong. You always favored Kaikéyī Mukherjī even on Kaushalyā Mukherjī and Sumitrā Chatterjī. Now you can see yourself what Kaikéyī Mukherjī is doing. I agree she could not influence you. But she could have certainly influenced Bharat Chaturvédī if we were not vigilant enough.”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, immediately seconded Dashrath Bhārgav,
“Mr. President is right, son. The first lady of Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, Kaikéyī Mukherjī, does not deserve this honor. She has herself proved it now.”
I looked at Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, Dashrath Bhārgav and Kaikéyī Mukherjī, all the three present there with me.
I understood it very well that despite my continuous constant nonstop attempts, I could not replace Dashrath Bhārgav here as I had successfully in Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations.
Dashrath Chaturvédī helped me there unknowingly in amending the ever ancient time cycle of ending Trétā Yug.
But Dashrath Bhārgav here, in Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, was more prudent.
It was not easy to replace him.
Dashrath Bhārgav tried to save me here more prudently, even at his own cost.
The problem was his less knowledge and experiences that he could not help.
He was more prudent than Dashrath Chaturvédī.
Even his intensions were better.
But due to these better intensions themselves, he had, he never tried to protect himself.
He tried to protect me instead.
Even then, it was better Dashrath Bhārgav was not in panic or depression as my original body, projected from my Kashyap body was in the ending Trétā Yug.
“Dad, Ārý Sumant, I brought Justice Hémā Bhārgav back to Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations and successfully changed the time cycle there. Hémā Bhārgav helped me there successfully because President Dashrath Bhārgav was prudent enough to let his daughters study the time cycle of ending Trétā Yug.”
Dashrath Bhārgav smiled ruefully,
“No, my son, my son in law, it was not actually my prudence that helped you there. It was Padminī Bhārgav’s prudence instead that you always criticize as being a communal prudence.”
“Oh, come on, Dad, Mr. President, there are infinite Brahm Ayodhyā Creations now. The ever devotional traditional Brāhmañs are keeping the time cycle of ending Trétā Yug alive projecting it ever more everywhere than any other society.”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, interrupted,
“Pardon me, Vats Durgesh, you almost always blame us traditional Brāhmañs for keeping alive the projections of ending Trétā Yug in almost entire infinite Creations. But tell me one thing. Even if your theory is correct, aren’t our infinite Brāhmañ Creations better than the non Brāhmañ Creations, even if there is chaos here? Aren’t the non Brāhmañ Creations facing even worse chaos than we are? Yes, my childhood friend, President Dashrath Bhārgav couldn’t stop our first lady Kaikéyī Mukherjī from sending you in exile here, but he has successfully helped you here in attaining your Svarūpé Avasthānam, hasn’t he?”
“Of course, Dad, Prime Minister, Ārý Sumant, but is that enough?”*
Kaikéyī Mukherjī looked at Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, cunningly.
“Ārý Sumant, you don’t need to answer Durgesh here. If you really want to answer him and discuss this ‘very important’ matter any further, please leave Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations with him too for as many days as it is necessary for you. Don’t worry, you can return to Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā whenever you want to. At present, I don’t want to listen to any more discussion between Durgesh and you.”
Dashrath Bhārgav whirled furiously at his Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī,
“Sumant, my ever best childhood friend, can’t you see she is afraid of herself?”
“Afraid of herself, Mr. President?” Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, looked at Dashrath Bhārgav quite surprised.
“Sure, certainly, why not?” Dashrath Bhārgav said sarcastically, “Your first lady, Kaikéyī Mukherjī, knows very well that it’s not Rām Chaturvédī she had brought up here. He has attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam now.”
“Svarūpé Avasthānam, hell,” Kaikéyī Mukherjī laughed smirking Dashrath Bhārgav, “You have simply kidnapped my son, Rām Chaturvédī, and Durgesh has taken his place. That’s why my husband Dashrath Chaturvédī was sent to Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations and you were brought here. What do you think, Kaikéyī Mukherjī was born yesterday? I want Durgesh in exile from Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, not because I want my son Bharat Chaturvédī to head Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, but because I want to destroy HVSI Creations’s conspiracy against us traditional Brāhmañ Creations.”
Dashrath Bhārgav knew very well who was to be exiled actually.
Durgesh was almost in every household of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
Entire infinite Brahm Ayodhyā Creations were not out of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
If Kaikéyī Mukherjī really wanted to exile Durgesh from Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, it served no purpose at all.
Durgesh was still there in almost every household.
So what was actually Kaikéyī Mukherjī after?
Did she really believe in what she claimed?
She really believed Rām Chaturvédī hadn’t attained any Svarūpé Avasthānam?
There wasn’t any Svarūpé Avasthānam at all?
It was only some ingenious political strategy of the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās?
But even Pātanjal Yogdarshanam talks of Svarūpé Avasthānam.
Dashrath Bhārgav married his daughter Sītā Bhārgav with Rām Chaturvédī.
If Rām Chaturvédī is really kidnapped, is his daughter now wife of Durgesh, instead of Rām Chaturvédī?
Dashrath Bhārgav knows very well he hasn’t kidnapped Rām Chaturvédī.
How the hell can he?
Kaushalyā Bhārgav was stunned.
“What? Kaikéyī Mukherjī has asked for your exile from Dashrath Bhārgav, for fourteen years? But how can she?”
“I damn care, Mātr’shrī.” I said in my Rām Chaturvédī body, “I am going.”
“Rām, it’s not Trétā Yug now. Neither you are Lord Rām.”
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi entered there smiling,
“He was himself Lord Rām, mātéshvarī,”
“Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said somewhat exasperated, “It was only a political strategy our Jan Pravād Vibhāg, our rumors section spread everywhere prudently to take advantage of it and you know it. You are yourself not born in any non-political family.”
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav smiled ironically,
“Svarñ Lankéshvar Brahm Samrāŧ Rāvañ Paulastý Bhārgav? He had abandoned me, mātéshvarī.”
“Forget it, Putrī, daughter in law,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said, “Brother Svarñ Lankéshvar Brahm Samrāŧ Rāvañ Paulastý Bhārgav has declared now that it was only his political strategy then, to get rid of some political problems he was facing then.”
“Mātéshvarī,” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav smiled ironically, “I have come here to take you with us.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav was surprised immensely,
“Where, Sītā?”
“Wherever Durgesh is going in his Rām Chaturvédī body.”
“Sītā, I can’t leave Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā, and you know it.”
“No, I don’t know,” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav said doggedly, stubbornly, “will you please tell me kindly, mother, why the hell can’t you leave this bloody wretched Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā? What the hell is here for you? You are not even first lady here.”
I looked at Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav.
In her original physical body we were in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
It was her projected etheric body.*
Laxmañ Chaturvédī was doggedly against it,
“No, Bhaiyā, we won’t leave. We have to destroy, to amend this bloody wretched time cycle.”
“I never told you to leave your fatherland, Laxmañ,” I smiled.
“You know me better, Brother, Bhrātr’shrī. I was never a nationalist, confined to my nation only. Of course, I love my nation, even more than the so called nationalists do. Who the damnfool says Vibhīshañ didn’t love Lankā? It’s only the ever unjust anti-Hindu anti-human interpretation of our ever human Hindu history.”
“Laxmañ,”
“The ever anti human nationalists that always want to spread their legs out of their own confined nation, and want to attack other nations inhumanly, use this disguise to fulfill their own dirty wretched vested selfish interests.”
“I’m proud of you, Laxmañ.” I was overwhelmed, “Now, I believe your own Svarūpé Avasthānam has itself occurred, almost completely.”
“Well,” my younger brother in my Rām Chaturvédī body, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, hesitated somewhat, “I don’t think so, brother. I think the process is still continued.”
“You don’t think you are Laxmañ originally, even now?”
“No, brother. I think I’m Prakāsh instead, originally.”
“I see,” Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav looked at her Chaturvédī Brāhmañ husband, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, then she looked at me, “Bhaiyā, Brother, my theory is correct.”
“What?” Laxmañ Chaturvédī almost jumped, “I’m becoming Sarvochch Brahmarshi, Om Prakāsh? Brother, Bharat Chaturvédī is becoming Financial Administrator of HVSI Creations, Ved Prakāsh?”*
Mantharā Bhārgav was shrewd enough that she managed Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav not only to romance with me, but even make love to me, when she was not married to Laxmañ Chaturvédī.
It was in my original Durgesh body.
I never knew then that I was Rām Chaturvédī too, originally, Laxmañ Chaturvédī was Prakāsh originally and Bharat Chaturvédī was Ved Prakāsh originally.
I didn’t only love Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav but we even made love with each other.
Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, naturally revolted when her father, Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, informed her to marry with Laxmañ Chaturvédī.
“What the hell, Dad, Pitr’shrī, how can I? You know I love Durgesh, he is my boyfriend. Yet you…”
“Well, I told President Dashrath Chaturvédī,” President Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, Sankāshý Bhārgav Creations smiled, “He is thorough gentleman. Neither President Dashrath Chaturvédī, nor his ever righteous son, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, has any objection. They understand it’s normal nowadays that…”
“Well, I have objection and it’s not normal for me.” Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav interrupted her father, furiously.
President Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, Sankāshý Bhārgav Creations, smiled patiently.
He knew it was not an easy task.
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi decided too late.
She wasn’t as modern as to have any boyfriend, but his daughters, Māndavī Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav and Shrutkīrti Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav never lived in Trétā Yug, as Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav did.
She imitated almost everything Brahm Jagdambā Sītā Rāvañi Paulastý did.
Māndavī Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, and Shrutkīrti Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, all the three were my own girlfriends in my original Durgesh body and we had sex also.
All the four of us.*
Not only Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, but even Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav and Laxmañ Chaturvédī marveled at the inside of the unique spaceship especially designed for me only.
There were similar spaceships that were especially designed for, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh, Udaý and Shlésh.
The ships were named ‘Sarvochch Brahmarshi’, ‘Arth Prashāsak’, ‘Brahmarshi 3’ and ‘Brahmarshi 4’.
Only the man, the ship was especially designed for, could pilot it, none else.
The Spaceship was not new however to anyone of us.
Even Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, had traveled in it with me and his numerous Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Brahm Jagdambā daughters.
However, these Spaceships needed seven ashvinātam pairs too, one ashvinātar pair and at least two normal ashvinā pairs more.
These ten pairs supplied these Spaceships the required Bio Electricity duly converted into EV diamagnetic force.
The utilization of space was ingenious.
Padminī Bhārgav had asked.
“Can’t even HVSI design such a Spaceship without any necessity of ashvinātam pairs?”
I had laughed,
“Ask or suggest it to Prakāsh. I never interfere with production in any manner whatsoever. The communists did it irrevocably erroneously and lost their administrative powers within 72 years only. I never want to repeat what the damnfools did.
Chapter 17
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Audacity 10
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Chapter 10
Ultimately, Kħālidah Jibrān smiled at me,
“Sorry, Papaji,”
“For what?” I feigned surprise.
Hell, it is never good to humiliate a lady whose subconscious is as deepest in love with me as Kħālidah Jibrān was.
Without immense deepest love for me in her heart, even if she was never aware of it, Kħālidah Jibrān could have never fucked me whole night, so wildly, passionately, affectionately and savagely, as she did, after all.
Kħālidah Jibrān looked at me gravely,
“You know for what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I know you are kind enough not to humiliate me more than I have already humiliated myself whole night. Please, forgive me. I am not a slut, even though I behaved like one, with you.”
“Well, it was what you wanted to do with me, as soon as you saw me first time.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was suddenly horrified,
“Allah, nooooo! Never. I never thought of you in this way.”
“Oh, come on, young lady. You are a D. Lit. Don’t talk nonsense. You understand inherent psychology as much, as I myself do. Why do you hate your husband?”
“Allah, noooooooooooo! I never hated Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.” She was more horrified now.
“You have always hated him,” I said gravely, “You still hate him, moreover.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was looking at me incredulously.
She smiled.
“Oh, come on, Papaji. It was only a female animal, not me. I shouldn’t have taken that wine.”
“Are you sure, it was only a female animal in you, and wine?”
“Oh sure, you don’t think so?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“This bedroom has five video cameras and transmitters so that Nādir Shāh Åbdālī could watch us from where he was.”
Kħālidah Jibrān laughed ironically.
“So you know that too?”
“What do you think I am? A damn fool? Nādir Shāh Åbdālī deliberately suggested you to let me sleep here. He was watching us whole night, alive.”
“You know it all, and still ask me why I hate the bastard?” Kħālidah Jibrān laughed bitterly.
“I see. So, you were not intoxicated? It wasn’t any accident? It wasn’t an effect of wine? You did it deliberately?” I asked her savagely.
“I need you to fight with my ever criminal husband. He is an agent of India.”
“What???”
“That’s right. He sends the military and political secrets of Pakistan to India.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Because you are an Indian, and you think every politician of India is stark white.” She said bitterly.*
I watched her patiently.
“Not exactly,” I said, “We may have less of the dirty politicians in India than you Pakistanis have here in Pakistan, but no country, including India, can ever claim we haven’t any criminal politicians at all.”
“Thank you. Most of you Indians never admit it.”
“Well, I try to be truthful.”
“And, that’s the reason this ever ardent patriot of Pakistan, loves you.” She smiled.
I laughed.
“I can’t believe a Pakistani ardent patriot that is herself an agent of Pakistan, against India.”
“Not against India, against the dirty Indian politicians who act against Pakistan. We are a separate autonomous country now. Why the hell even after more than sixty years of our partition they still don’t acknowledge it?”*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had had an evening, a night, and part of a morning to get over what he saw whole night.
Allah, Kħālidah Jibrān was immensely crazy to fuck Durgesh.
Well, almost his every Musalmān houselady was.
Durgesh had an infinite lust for extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other working Musalmān Beauties as well.
He could never believe his ardent patriot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān wife could even ever fuck Durgesh.
But she did.
He met Durgesh in Ved Nagar.
He had to.
Kħālidah Jibrān had suspected his unpatriotic activities to Pakistan.
She was an ardent Pakistani.
She even refused to agree with Durgesh that Partition of India was a blunder in 1947.
At least, the changing quality of light within corridors, squares and parks of the Administrative Residential Sector of Ved Nagar, made it seem that an evening, a night, and a part of the morning had passed.
He left his diamagnetic EV scooter in a scooter cubby outside the City limits.
It had more than enough EV charge now.
After all Kħālidah Jibrān had fucked Durgesh whole night.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī still didn’t believe that diamagnetic EV scooters were charged when they were in the EV force field of some Musalmān Beauty and Durgesh fucking nonstop for a considerable time.
They said the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt served as a Rheostat when Durgesh Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis enters and moves into it, acting as an electrified magnetic bar.
With every movement of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis into an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, the lines of force of Durgesh and his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sex partner changed.
It produced the EV charge that recharged the diamagnetic EV scooters.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed this nonsense.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was crazy if she really thought the Musalmīn would believe this garbage.
It was only they wanted to show, ostensible, not truth.
The actual science behind it was only known to Durgesh and HVSI Group of Companies.
They were not damn fools enough to tell it to everyone.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī wasn’t afraid of anyone.
His political opponents had succeeded in removing him from Pakistan.
He thought of Ved Nagar with its diamagnetic EV ground cars, hover cars and anti-grav gyros.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī locked the cubby and fingerprint-sealed it.
He moved under the first of the tall bridge like structures that supported the upper City.
The utmost richest City of the entire Multiverse, they called Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed what the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus ever said.
The ever dirty, ever sexiest liars.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus were actually the persons behind the screen that always defeated every military campaign and/or intellectual movements that win almost every country wherever they went, except India.
The Hindus were too shrewdest and smart ever to talk about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
They always talked about Brāhmañ, Xatriý, Vaishý and Shūdr, never about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Even most of the traditional Hindus were not aware of this ever closely guarded political secret of Hindus.
The Upper City, in Ved Nagar, was exactly the name implied.
It was built, the entire City, Ved Nagar, Trantor, was built in countless stories, as if it was not a City at all, it was a building, a Mansion, only.
They claimed the stories in which Ved Nagar was built were actually infinite, in infinite realities.
The bloody liars.
Perhaps they never told truth.
Everything they had was infinite.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled sarcastically.
Durgesh had infinite bodies, hahaha.
Durgesh had infinite Musalmān wives, everyone of them being beautiful beyond imagination, what a sick fantasy!
Durgesh had infinite Brāhmañ wives too.
Thanks Allah, thanks God, Durgesh didn’t have infinite Christian wives, infinite Jew wives, infinite atheist wives.
Everyone of them was only countless.
But Durgesh’s ever nonstop sexual intercourse with everyone of them, was infinite, no exception.
After all, they were not enjoying nonstop sex actually.
They were running the Multiverse, keeping it alive.
Hahaha!
Of all the fantasies!
Every story, every layer, every tier, of Ved Nagar was divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless, not infinite again, thank God, countless steel girdered pillars.
Most of the Ved Nagar was not only inaccessible to everyone, it was even invisible to them.
Allah knows better even if it existed there or not.
Hindus were utmost expert in spreading rumors benevolent to them.
Not all of them, but the Bachhalyās of them, headed them, in all of these ever dirtiest political games.
That was why Hindus, or India, could never be defeated to the extent to destroy Hindu culture altogether, as the other cultures were destroyed completely by Muslim invaders and imperialists.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus called it ‘Jan Pravād Dharmyuddh’, whatsoever the hell it meant.
Above, in the sun, were the Brahmarshis.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew his way.
He walked confidently.
It was a good move to see Durgesh himself.
Kħālidah Jibrān might have more power than him in Pakistan, but Durgesh had his power everywhere.
It maybe, of course, that Pakistani patrollers can get him, but as long as Durgesh himself is with Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, they couldn’t harm him even a bit.
Yet, he avoided the passersby, as a precaution.
They surveyed his Pakistani national dress with interest.
The sun was out now.
The Multiverse had infinite creations with infinite realities.
The sun was pouring through the spaced openings in the Hirañý metal above to form strips of light that made the intervening space all the darker.
He plunged through the bright strips, in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic fashion.
The Musalmān Beauties and the beautiful Musalmān houseladies were on their knees and elbows on the strips.
Durgesh was fucking almost all of them, from their extremely glorious behind.
They absorbed the warmth and moved as the strip moved.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew now he was going up.
He was standing before a structure that filled the space between four square placed pillars.
It was an elevator that lifted to the upper level.
There were the same elevators everywhere between two levels.
Ved Nagar really was a dream City.
At first, Pakistan tried her best to oppose the development of Ved Nagar.
But it was the internal matter of India.
As soon as the UPA-2 government resigned and NDA government came in administration after Midterm 2012, Pakistan immediately realized the supremacy of Ved Nagar.
Extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān houseladies invariably started to purchase real estates in Ved Nagar under this or that pretext.
Kħālidah Jibrān herself had such properties here.
Basic chemicals and raw food staples were shipped into Lower levels of the City, but finished plastic ware and fine meals were matter for Upper City, exclusively occupied by Multiversal administrative staff of Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī signaled the elevator.*
He was cautious enough of Pakistani Patrollers.
They still are here in Ved Nagar too.
Ved Nagar had its an integral part in Pakistan too, of course, with the express permission of Pakistan.
Permission?
Not exactly, it was actually a request from Pakistan herself.
Incredible?
Well, it was true however.
Truth is stranger than fiction, after all.
Isn’t it?
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had been in Ved Nagar for many years.
Ved Nagar was a miraculous City.
Countless non Hindus still hated Ved Nagar.
They thought, and it was deliberately taught to and told them that the Hindus were still Kāfirs.
No Musalmān should believe any Hindu ever.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew there were some anti Hindus still now, as there were some anti Musalmīn too.
So many attempts were there to blast Ved Nagar by terrorist Pseudo Musalmīn suicide bombers, but the Ved Nagar administration was always proved to be more efficient.
It always arrested every suicide bomber before they could do anything.
No, they were not punished by death sentence.
They were sent to time travel instead to watch the golden period of Islam when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn themselves were there in person.
Ved Nagar administration argued let them watch themselves what the true Islam is.
The Pseudo Islam of post Yazīd Malåūn era could be more effectively destroyed from their brain in this way.
It may cure their terroristic tendencies so inherent in them.
Trantor/Ved Nagar was the center and breeding place of the ever shrewdest ever smartest Hindus, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī learned to bear in silence.
He ought not forget what he had learnt now.
Of all the times, not now while Pakistani patrollers were after him.
The foolish operators of those patrollers were too prejudiced to understand what was in the favor of Pakistan actually, and what not.
Yes, the patrollers couldn’t harm any humankind.
They were mere humanoid robots.
But there were some stupid Pakistanis too that always harmed Pakistan, thinking they were benefiting her.
That was the real problem.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī heard the whir of the elevator settling at the lower level he was on, and the entire wall facing Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, dropped into its slot.
The humanoid lady robot operator of the elevator looked disgusted, but it was for a moment only.
It smiled at once.
“Only you, sir?”
“Only me,” Nādir Shāh Åbdālī too smiled in return.
He stepped in.
“Your ID card, sir.” The beautiful humanoid lady robot operator again cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled and produced the standard document folder every person authorized to go to the Upper level had to present.
No possibility of presentation of any forged document.
A human operator could be cheated, but not a humanoid robot.
It couldn’t be bribed too.
Ved Nagar administration was ever efficient.
The utmost efficient administration the entire human history had ever produced.
It was almost faultless.*
Kħālidah Jibrān greeted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus with her usual surface cordiality.
Their first meeting had been a long time ago.
Nearly a Standard Year had passed.
Kħālidah Jibrān had tried to pay every possible attention to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s story, but her adamant opposition to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family persons was something even Kħālidah Jibrān could not digest.
She could not understand why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was as friendly to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as she was friendly to Kħālidah Jibrān herself.
Couldn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan understand Durgesh is an ever incurable humanist?
Couldn’t she understand Durgesh is an ever incurable Multiversalist as well?
Even entire womankind can’t make Durgesh to oppose any victim/victims ever.
Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t know what Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and Udaý would do in the similar circumstances, but she definitely knew what Durgesh would.
Kħālidah Jibrān could not believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t.
Yes, Kħālidah Jibrān was an ardent Pakistani.
So what?
What’s wrong in loving one’s own country?
Can’t a person be a Multiversalist humanist as well as an ardent patriot to her own country?
Doesn’t Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, love India and Saåūdī Årab both equally?
Don’t Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both love India and Saåūdī Årab equally too?
Doesn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan love India and Saåūdī Årab equally as well?
And isn’t it a fact that Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, all the four love Saåūdī Årab more still now?
Isn’t it a fact Durgesh loves India more, even though he is an ever incurable Multiversalist humanist?
Then why the hell Kħālidah Jibrān could not love Pakistan more, even though she is a Multiversalist humanist too?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Kħālidah Jibrān patiently,
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl informed me that you were also a daughter in law to Durgesh before you gathered your courage, planned and made love to him, without caring for his pre consent even. I congratulate you.”
“Thank you.” Kħālidah Jibrān smiled, “ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was interested in me, to the extent, I never knew.”
“She was too a daughter in law to Durgesh once,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “Durgesh raped her on her own husband’s request.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was grave now.
“She blackmailed her husband to do so?”
“I don’t know the details, sorry.”
“How do you know Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are still in Ved Nagar?” Kħālidah Jibrān suddenly asked.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
They both were nude.
As usual, I was fucking both of them in my two separate bodies.
Despite her nonstop sexual intercourse practice with me now, Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t believe I actually had my infinite bodies.
She tried her best to crash the mystery, but she was still unable to do so.
The most probable explanation to her was I was using my identical humanoid robots.
Kħālidah Jibrān was not satisfied entirely with this explanation even, but it was the best she could do at present.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī paused on the curved ramp that led to the main entrance.
He could not help except to praise the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās that they had ultimately succeeded in hyperspace netting the entire Multiverse.
Of course, they loved to educate everyone despite the countless fatwas of countless anti education Mullahs and Maulavīs that the library the ‘Kāfirs’ had made available thus, was mostly anti Islam.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was honest enough to admit that the anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, even if they were countless, were ever dirty liars.
The most books in the library were not even had any concern whatsoever with Islam.
Moreover, to view and read something critical to any religion or ideology, it was necessary to get prior permission of the Human librarian.
Mostly there were humanoid robot librarians, lady robots mostly.
The color scheme of the ramp gave the illusion of steps, giving the library the proper air of archaism that traditionally accompanied structures.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was all praise for the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās, despite the entire fatwas of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, that Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās were at least quite sophisticated men.
He was not alone.
Countless others unbiased Musalmīn that were pro education also praised the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās for it.
Education, even the utmost highest, was never made so easily available in any era.
The main hall was large, warm softly, and full of the readers that could not manage to get this luxury in their own homes.
The lady robot librarian behind her desk, looked up and rose.
“Sir,” she cooed, “if you don’t appreciate a lady robot attending you, a male humanoid robot can be arranged to attend you.”
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
“Sorry for my fellow Musalmīn, they are finicky even in the libraries. I am normal. It’s normal for me to have a lady robot attendant.”
“Thank you, sir. Actually your name…”
“I know, I know. Most of my fellow Musalmīn insist on a male robot attendant. But actually they are not the one to be blamed even then. We Musalmīn have a large number of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs. They have made the life of average Musalmīn hell by announcing very irresponsible fatwas every now and then. They have made Islam a house of glass that can be broken by anything whatsoever.”
Lady robot smiled cordially.
She seated herself and plucked a metal silver from a slot.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī took it.
He placed his right thumb firmly upon it.
The lady robot librarian took it back and put it in another slot.
A green light appeared and shone constantly.
“Room 786, sir.” She cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
“Thank you.”
Chapter 11
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
AHAL-AL BAYT-43
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Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad
Muħammad
Durgesh
It was difficult being around me the next day.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but glance at my Hindu crotch, and when she did, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could see my great Hindu bulge.
How had she never noticed that before?
Once Al Fātimah Al Muħammad caught her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, looking.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes met and they had to chuckle.
The next night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was having trouble sleeping.
She refused to masturbate thinking about me.
It was just wrong.
I was the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān.
Around midnight, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard something in the hallway and knew what it was.
She got up and opened her door a crack, just in time to see Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slip into my room.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad followed her.
Just as she opened the door, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad caught her wrapping her hand — at least as much as it would go — around my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered.
She looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“I can’t help it, Ammī. I have to feel how big this thing is.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad started sliding her hand up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund, and it slowly got bigger.
“Allah! Holy shit.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just stood there mesmerized as
my Uncut Hindu Lund got bigger and bigger.
“Look at his balls!” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said, and started fondling them with her other hand. “They’re like fucking tennis balls!”
After a minute or two, it looked like she had gotten my Uncut Hindu Lund to its full length.
“Gotta be 10 inches,” she said. “Gotta ruler?” She giggled.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could not stop staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. An Uncut Hindu Lund that big can only be called a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s panties were soaked again and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was worried her scent would start filling the room.
“You wanna touch it, Ammī?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked, still stroking it.
“No, no, I can’t.”
Allah, how fascinated, how obsessed, how mesmerized, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad herself was.
She never admonished her daughter to stop it immediately.
Instead, she only said she couldn’t touch my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“C’mon, Ammī! What’s the big deal? It’s just a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. I mean, it’s a big fucking unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad walked over and kneeled down next to Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
She was still stroking My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, and more than anything, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wanted to be the one doing it.
But Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just couldn’t, could she?
“C’mon, Ammī!”
She grabbed her Ammī’s hand and put it on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Allah, God, it felt good.
It was so warm and hard, but at the same time soft.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had forgotten what it was like holding a nice thick cock, though she’d never held one nearly this big.
“Awesome, right?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was fondling my Hindu balls with both hands, while her Ammī Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stroked the shaft.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad glanced at me, but I looked sound asleep.
“Alright,” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said after a minute. “My turn again.”
She put her hand on her Ammī’s and her Ammī reluctantly let it go.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad started stroking again, but suddenly she did something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wasn’t prepared for.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad leaned forward and took my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! That’s too far now.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad warned her daughter.
She bobbed her head even after that for somewhat half an hour until it didn’t explode into her mouth.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad swallowed my entire Hindu Vīrý entirely unashamed of her and then took it out.
“Tastes fucking awesome, Ammī. Just let me do this again.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad seemed powerless to stop her.
Here Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was, in the middle of the night, watching my daughter suck my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, once more.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had to restrain herself from thrusting her own hand down her panties.
“Alright, enough, c’mon, let’s go.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled around my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and then let it go.
“You wanna turn?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt convulsed.
“I can’t do that, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Why not? You have done it before, haven’t you?”
She grinned.
“Of course I’ve done it before, but that’s not the point. I-”
Suddenly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t think of one good reason that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shouldn’t suck my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shuffled over and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad quickly moved out of the way.
After another glance at the still sleeping me, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and quickly shoved it in her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
It had been such a long time since Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done this, but she quickly remembered how to do it.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund was so big Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could only get maybe half of it in her mouth, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad went to down on it.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad slurped on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and didn’t care how much noise Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was making.
With her right hand, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad started pumping it in time to her sucking.
“Uh, Ammī,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard Al Fātimah Al Muħammad say, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was too far gone to care. “He’s probably gonna…”
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad went on sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund herself for more than even her daughter Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
Then, ultimately, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt My Hindu semen hit the back of her throat.
It was a bit of a surprise, but she quickly recovered and swallowed as much as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad hadn’t planned on making me come, but now that it had happened, it felt great.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stroked and swallowed until it was all gone and then looked at Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
“That was awesome, Ammī! How does Durgesh’s Hindu spunk taste?”
Before Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could say anything, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad leaned forward and kissed her Ammī, sticking her own tongue in her Ammī’s mouth.
They kissed for a minute and then she backed up, licking her lips.
“Umm, yummy.”
They cleaned up me as best as they could and then left.*
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad went back to her room.
said as she went back to her room.
“Allah, God, I’m horny,” she said.
That makes two of us Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
She ripped off her now completely drenched panties before getting back into bed, and rubbed herself to sleep with a few powerful orgasms.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt disgusted with herself for what Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done, and barely left her bedroom the next day.
Around noon, there was a knock on the door.
” Kħadījah, you okay?” It was I.
“Uh, yeah, Durgesh , just a headache. I’ll be down later.”
“Okay,” I said, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard me go downstairs.
How could she ever face me again?
Fortunately I had baseball practice that afternoon and was going out with my friends afterwards.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was getting ready for bed, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard me come up the stairs and go into my room.
About an hour later, just as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was dozing off, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s door open.
Alright, enough, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad has to put an end to this.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her door just in time to see her slip into My room.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stepped into the hall, but hesitated.
She didn’t think Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could in go in there.
She didn’t know what she’ll do.
No, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad have to stop Al Fātimah Al Muħammad from whatever she’s about to do.
But it was too late.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened the door, she was fully naked, riding My huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
She was moving kind of slowly, but her tits, which were a nice size like Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, were shaking and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but look at them.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was about to tell her to stop, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad found herself, instead, with her hand down her panties.
Her pussy was so wet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad easily slipped two fingers inside.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked over at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and smiled, and then her concentration went back to fucking her phūphājī, me.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched as she grinded her nice plump Musalmān ass on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, and then she uttered a small cry.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew she had come.
She stayed impaled for a minute and then slowly got off.
A trail of my Hindu cum and hers leaked out of her.
“Did he…?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad asked.
Allah, why the hell isn’t she angry with her daughter?
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled and nodded.
“It was like a cannon went off in my pussy. Fucking awesome.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad looked at her with envy, and then at My deflating unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“You gotta try that sometime, Ammī.”
What Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was afraid of happening, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t stop.
She rushed over to the bed and engulfed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
The combination of my Hindu semen and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s own fluid was pungent, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t care.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad needed this unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund to get hard, and she needed it in her.
“Jeez, Ammī, you’re dirty!” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said with a giggle.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sucked for all Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was worth and it wasn’t long before the Hindu monster rose again.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly stripped and mounted me.
She barely even glanced to see if I was stirring.
Even if I awoke just then, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wouldn’t have stopped.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and put it the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Musalmān clit for a second, and then lowered herself down.
It felt like Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was fucking herself with a baseball bat, but it was so good.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just stayed like that for a Moment, and then started fucking me wildly.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad came over to the bed and just watched her Ammī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wiped the side of her mouth.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked impishly,
“How does my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot taste?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad smiled.
“Why the hell don’t you find out yourself?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongues wrestled for a Moment, and then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt a hand on her right tit.
She backed off.
“Naughty,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad didn’t move her hand, nor did Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad push it away.
With both hands, she started playing with her tits, and pulling on her nipples.
“You got great Musalmān tits, Ammī,” she said.
That was when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came the first time.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shuddered and almost fell, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad grabbed her shoulders to steady her Ammī.
“Whoa. Good orgasm?”
She resumed playing with her tits as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad resumed riding my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Wait, I wanna try something,” she said, and walked to the end of the bed.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt the bed compress a little as she got on it.
Suddenly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt hair on her ass.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, what are you doing?”
“I’m licking Durgesh’s huge Hindu balls.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard her slurping for a while Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad continued to ride me.
All of a sudden Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s tongue on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, Allah, oh my God, what are you doing?”
She didn’t answer and kept licking both My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and her Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt her tongue move up her ass crack and a second later she was nibbling her asshole.
That’s when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came again.
This time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t hold it in and screamed.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came for what felt like five minutes, and when she dropped back to earth, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still licking her ass.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad looked down, My eyes were open.
I stared up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, a confused look on my face.
“Kħadījah? What the…”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was too far gone and just kept fucking me.
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sprung into action.
She quickly removed her lips from her Ammī’s asshole and straddled My Hindu chest.
“Hey, Durgesh! You don’t mind us fucking you for a while, do you?”
Before I could say anything, she moved up and quickly squatted on my face.
I didn’t know when she had cleaned her Musalmān Cunt.
Or, her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done it with her tongue?
Anyway, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was absolutely clean when she squatted on my face, having my lips on her Musalmān Cunt.
I smiled before Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot smothered me.
It didn’t take me long to start kissing her there.
We just stayed that way for a while, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad riding my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad riding my face.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but watch Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s ass as she squirmed; I certainly looked like he knew what I was doing.
I reached out and started squeezing her ass cheeks.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked over her shoulder and smiled.
She then leaned forward and spread her legs and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could see her asshole.
It was pretty, a nice tan little pucker.
Suddenly, more than anything, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wanted to taste it.
I leaned forward and tried to put my face on her ass cheeks.
It was a little awkward because of our position, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad quickly adjusted and my lips found her asscheeks.
Kissing her asscheeks felt like the most natural thing in the world.
It was delicious.
And Al Fātimah Al Muħammad loved it.
She was writhing as both Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and I serviced her private parts.
It was now too long before she screamed as she came.
I was too in action now.
A Moment later, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came for the third time, and so did I.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was right; my Hindu semen shot into Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad like a cannon.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad kept My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in my for a Moment , and then slowly got off.
Our combined fluids sloshed out of her.
We all looked at each other, tired but happy expressions on our faces.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t know what to say.
She’d just had the best sex of her life and it was with a Hindu Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always hated.
Finally, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad broke the silence.
“Hey, Durgesh ,” she said, lifting up my deflated and soggy unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. “Do you think this thing will fit in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass too?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad laughed.
“Penetrate her Musalmān ass too, Durgesh. My daughter is crazier for your Uncut Hindu Lund than even her Ammī is. And thanks a lot for the ever great sex you have provided to us both, Ammī and daughter.”
I winked at both of them,
“It’s my pleasure, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lovers, and never think I was really sleeping.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad both were dumbfounded.
“It’s all right, come on.” I invited both of them, “Let’s have now a more participating threesome. You both have enjoyed your turns. Now let me be aggressive for change.”
They both looked at each other and then suddenly attacked me once more,
“Let’s see, Hindu Scoundrel, who is more aggressive once again. No cheating this time. Just go ahead and fuck both of us till we all the three exist.”
Chapter 44
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 14
Posted: July 22, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Aħmad, Hémā Upādhyāý, Justice Fātimah Aħmad, Justice Hémā Bhārgav, Justice Hémā Joshī, Justice Hémā Mukherjī, Justice Hémā Pandit, Justice Hémā Pārāshar, Justice Hémā Pāŧhak, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī, life sciences, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Padminī Bhārgav, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, Pārvatī Upādhyāý, Self-hypnotization, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī Leave a commentGotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 14
Durgesh Justice Hémā Upādhyāý
Durgesh Chitrāngadā Pārāshar
Durgesh Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý
Durgesh Justice Fātimah Aħmad
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar went to the faucet, got water and washed them down.
Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī was dumbfounded.
She had never even imagined, her Bhābhī, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar, would do it.
There must have been two dozens of the sleeping tablets.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had the first reaction to notify the police.
It was a police case, and she was an officer of the court.
She was a Justice.
But the problem was that they may make a stink, a scandal out of it.
Every officer of the police was not as responsible as he/she should have been.
Her brain said,
‘Go ahead and notify them. It’s the only thing that can be done. The police will take Chitrāngadā Pārāshar to a hospital, pump her stomach out and save her life.’
But immediately there was a contradiction from her same brain.
‘Why don’t you call your own reliable Doctor? You are a Justice. It’s your friend’s life at stake.’
‘It might be too late.’ Her brain again contradicted her, ‘Even Chitrāngadā Pārāshar may refuse to let her Doctor treat her. You have to wait until after Chitrāngadā Pārāshar becomes unconscious, and by that time…No, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, call the police. Tell them the story.’
‘How? How the story should be told to the police?’
‘Tell it straight, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý. Simply tell them that it’s another Bachhalyā Brahmāñī story. Chitrāngadā Pārāshar couldn’t understand when it was the appropriate time for her to decide, that being a BrahmKanyā, she should never marry a Brāhmañ. No Brāhmañ today is a real Brāhmañ, as no Musalmān today is a true Musalmān. The Musalmān houseladies need a Hindu man for their love life. Similarly a BrahmKanyā needs a Bachhalyā man for her love life. Both the Musalmīn and Brāhmañs are never practical for their womankind. They both dream of an utmost high character from their womankind, but to their mankind their approach is totally different. They suddenly become practical for themselves, but never practical for their womankind.
‘Tell the police that Chitrāngadā Pārāshar was forced to maintain clandestine love life with Durgesh. Her Nanad, her sister in law, Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī reproached Chitrāngadā Pārāshar for it, even while she herself was maintaining a sexual relationship with Durgesh, yet openly. Chitrāngadā Pārāshar could not bear her so irrational, so scornfully communal criticism of her entirely clandestine sexual relationship with Durgesh. She grabbed a handful of sleeping tablets trying to commit suicide.’*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s brain was still bombarding her,
‘If Chitrāngadā Pārāshar couldn’t have a Bachhalyā lover, she refused even to live?’
‘Why shouldn’t Chitrāngadā Pārāshar? Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī was nobody to tell Chitrāngadā Pārāshar how Chitrāngadā Pārāshar should live, as well as Chitrāngadā Pārāshar didn’t have any legal right to tell Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī how Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī should live.’
‘But Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī is Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s sister in law.’
‘Sure, but the law never gives any legal right to any sister in law to tell her sister in law how she should live.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s mental process suddenly took a new turn,
‘Should I let the police think that Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī is the one who saw Chitrāngadā Pārāshar do it?’
‘Why not? What’s wrong in it?’
‘Nothing, I think.’
‘That’s right. Don’t answer the questions in details. You don’t need to. Act to be in a hurry. Use your judicial status to save yourself from answering detailed questions, either this way or that. Simply tell the police Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī abused Chitrāngadā Pārāshar on her sexual relationship with Durgesh and Chitrāngadā Pārāshar took the sleeping tablets in protest.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý found now more confident herself.
She informed the police.
She was surprised when almost immediately Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý heard the siren.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý looked at her wristwatch.
Not more than a couple of anxious minutes had passed.
The siren sounded at first faint in the distance, then Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý heard it screaming to a high pitched crescendo of urgency.
‘Well,’ Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý thought to herself smiling proudly, ‘my judicial status really did wonders. I never expected such a fast action from the police. I know them. It pays to be in a high official position. That must be a radio/mobile car coming now.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý advanced to a window.
Now, she could look down the street.
‘Oh, nope,’ she murmured to herself, ‘it isn’t a radio/mobile car. It’s an ambulance instead. Red light going and all the rest of it.’
The ambulance parked by the apartment house.
Two white clad attendants entered the door.
Her mental process started again,
‘I can’t figure this one out. Hell, I thought the police would get here first and then phone for an ambulance.’
‘They are probably taking your word for it and figure Chitrāngadā Pārāshar has go to a hospital. After all you are a high positioned court official, a Justice at High Court.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled satisfactorily.
‘If police aren’t there, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar may refuse to go and…’
‘Chitrāngadā Pārāshar may be groggy by this time.’
‘I don’t think the stuff works that fast. Moreover, Durgesh was still fucking Chitrāngadā Pārāshar when she swallowed those sleeping tablets. Durgesh himself would be in action too as Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is. Chitrāngadā Pārāshar can’t die till Durgesh is fucking her. Chitrāngadā Pārāshar may come out under her own power still being fucked by Durgesh.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled cunningly,
‘Don’t they say Durgesh’s ever incredible Bachhalyā Lund has miraculous powers too? No woman can suffer from old age, illness, etcetera, if Durgesh is fucking her. She wouldn’t die ever even.’
‘Nonsense, Durgesh too, is a human being only.
‘The Bachhalyās are miraculously expert in spreading rumors in Durgesh’s favor, positively always. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is herself helping the Bachhalyās and HVSI to get benefited herself. Padminī Bhārgav and Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī are also doing the same thing.
‘Political strategies.
‘Nothing else.
‘Self-hypnotization,
‘Isn’t it?
‘Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý isn’t against it until it’s benefiting the society and human beings.
‘The end justifies the means.
‘Doesn’t it?’*
Suddenly Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was startled.
Hey Bhagvān, God, are the BrahmKanyās, and the Brahmāñīs too, imitating Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies in their every step?
Hémā Upādhyāý was herself a High Court Justice.
She was happily married with Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī.
When Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý found that Justice Hémā Upādhyāý is maintaining her extramarital affair with me, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was dumbfounded.
“Hémā, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý, you too?” she could not believe it.
Still extremely beautiful, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý, smiled at her.
“Sorry, Sunandā, I don’t know how can you limit yourself to an ever impractical Brāhmañ husband. I can’t, my dear.”
“But, but Hémā, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý, Durgesh is fucking you not in your Pussy. Durgesh is fucking you in your ass.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was still startled.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý smiled.
“Sorry, I requested him persistently to do it with me too.”
“With you too? What do you mean?”
“You know my maternal cousin, Justice Fātimah Aħmad, don’t you?”
“Oh, sure.”
“Once I sauntered to her bedroom and found she was requesting Durgesh to fuck her in her ass.”
“Hémā, Hémā,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý addressed her ever best friend impatiently, “your maternal cousin, Justice Fātimah Aħmad, is a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān. They have different culture, different needs consequently.”
“Nonsense,” Hémā Upādhyāý ignored her argument, “Fātimah was enjoying it very much. I decided I should also try the same.”
Despite Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s extensive arguments and explanations, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was still enjoying my ever aggressive, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund, into her ever gorgeous Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass.
Not in her bedroom even, inside.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was enjoying me in her gorgeous Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass on the open window, directly opposite to the window Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was watching through.*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý rushed to bring Justice Hémā Upādhyāý to her senses.
She had seen Justice Hémā Upādhyāý wasn’t alone there.
There were six more Hémās.
Justice Hémā Bhārgav.
She was straddling on my Ever Sexiest ever erect Bachhalyā Lund, I was lying on my back and Justice Hémā Bhārgav was fucking me cunningly.
There was a triumphant smart smile on her lips and eyes.
Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot was swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund sophisticatedly, impishly yet still ravenously.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý never knew Justice Hémā Bhārgav and Justice Hémā Upādhyāý were such a close friend that they could fuck me together.
Justice Hémā Pandit was the third Justice there.
She was sucking my Bachhalyā Lund, proudly.
Justice Hémā Pārāshar was Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s real elder sister, and well, she was enjoying my Bachhalyā Lund in the same way, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was enjoying, in her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass.
Justice Hémā Pārāshar’s extremely beautiful big Pārāshar Brāhmañ buttocks were filling my nude Bachhalyā lap ravenously, swallowing my Ever Sexiest ever erect Bachhalyā Lund between them again and again.
And, what the hell!
Justice Hémā Pāŧhak, Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s sister was also welcoming my Ever Sexiest ever erect ever aggressive Bachhalyā Lund between her extremely beautiful white, pink, big, Pāŧhak Brāhmañ buttocks.
My Bachhalyā Lund was penetrating her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ ass aggressively itself.
Hey Bhagvān, God, were they contesting with each other in anal sex?
The sixth was Justice Hémā Mukherjī.
No, she wasn’t receiving my Bachhalyā Lund into her big buttocked Mukherjī Brāhmañ ass.
No, her Mukherjī Brāhmañ ass was not less beautiful than the rest of the six Hémās present there.
All the seven Hémās there were big buttocked and had extremely beautiful Brāhmañ ass.
Yet, I wasn’t fucking Justice Hémā Mukherjī in her beautiful Brāhmañ ass.
My Ever Sexiest ever erect ever aggressive Bachhalyā Lund was penetrating her more beautiful Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot now.
Justice Hémā Joshī was the seventh and last there.
And hell, my Ever Sexiest ever erect ever aggressive Bachhalyā Lund was penetrating her extremely beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ ass too.
It was certainly some contest in anal sex among them.
But why then…
Seven High Court Justice,
All of them named Hémā.
All of them sophisticated mature Brāhmañ ladies,
None of them was as crazy as Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was, to admire anal sex that much.
Was there any connection among these similarities?
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý could not think of any.
Why shouldn’t she go there and find out what the hell was happening there?
Yet, suddenly she stopped.
The two white clad attendants came out supporting a young woman.
She was walking between them, still on her knees and elbows, still I was fucking her.
Her head was hanging limply.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý couldn’t see whether she was Chitrāngadā Pārāshar or not.
But who else could she be?
They were going to the ambulance now.
She was droopy.
They had to hold her up.
Therefore it was natural they were getting in the way again and again.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý still couldn’t see Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s face clearly that how ill she was actually now.
The ambulance took off up the street, moving at high speed, siren screaming for the right of way.*
The wedding had been nice, but the reception was a real blast.
Drink flowed freely, and a large number of the attendees were a little over the top before the night ended.
One could spot the designated drivers by their sour looks, but most people had arranged for taxis or were staying overnight at the hotel.
I was overnighting myself.
I was the best man.
I suppose I could have joined in and got plastered with the rest, but I’d promised to keep an eye on things and make sure that everyone got away safely.
With all the people there I’d figured that the ones I’d have least concern for were the bride and groom.
They had a suite booked in the hotel and were leaving bright and early for their honeymoon.
I was actually a little surprised as the night wore on to see that Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī and Justice Hémā Upādhyāý were still at the reception.
It seemed to me that Justice Hémā Upādhyāý had a rather frozen look on her face, but Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was still knocking them back and being the life of the party.
We’d promised the hotel that we’d all be gone by eleven, so shortly before that I started chasing out the stragglers.
With them gone I found I was left with two late stayers – the bride and groom.
I moved over to give them some final congratulations.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý just gave me a helpless look and Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was just lolling in his chair, a big smirk on his face.
He was plastered.
If we could get him to stand I’d have laid odds that he’d just fall flat on his face.
I felt tempted to let him, but an unspoken plea from Justice Hémā Upādhyāý had me behaving and offering some proper help.
I levered Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī to his feet and guided his staggering way towards the elevators.
Once in one, I propped him against a wall and we sailed up to the bridal suite.
By the time we reached it, Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was out cold.
When the lift reached the right floor I just bent down and lifted Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī in a fireman’s carry, following Justice Hémā Upādhyāý down the hall to their suite.
Entering the suite, I dumped Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī on the couch.
Damned if I was carrying him to the bedroom.
I helped Justice Hémā Upādhyāý take off his shoes and outer clothes and we just left him there, snoring as though he invented it.
He was out of action until the morning.
I said goodnight to Justice Hémā Upādhyāý and was about to depart when I noticed she was biting her lip.
Something was troubling her besides Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī getting blotto, and she didn’t know how to mention it.
I’ve always had a very soft spot for Justice Hémā Upādhyāý.
If Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī hadn’t come along with his flamboyant style there was a good chance I might have made a determined play for her myself.
Anyway, considering her carefully as I prepared to depart, it suddenly dawned on me what her problem was.
She was still in her wedding dress, and it was big and heavy and Justice Hémā Upādhyāý had had two bridesmaids to help her put it on.
It had been assumed by everyone that the groom would help her remove it, but the groom was out cold on the couch.
“You can’t take your dress off by yourself,” I guessed. “Do you want me to ring up Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Della Harrington to come and help? They’re overnighting in the hotel.”
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý bit her lip and shook her head.
“They left earlier and they’re probably both in bed. I don’t want to drag them out just because Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī had a couple too many.”
“A couple?” I thought.
I mean, the man was plastered.
Still chewing on her lip Justice Hémā Upādhyāý finally said what she wanted.
“Um, I know it’s a lot to ask, Durgesh, but could you come in, unzip me and help me place the dress on its stand. It’ll only take a minute.”
What could I say?
I didn’t really have a choice.
I gestured for her to lead the way.
“Why does it need to be on a stand?” I asked.
“We’re leaving it here when we go in the morning,” Justice Hémā Upādhyāý informed me. “The hotel are going to pack it properly and send it to mum’s place. That means that when we get up we can just dress, grab out bags and jump in the taxi and it’s
Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Island, here we come.”
Standing next to the bed Justice Hémā Upādhyāý turned her back to me.
She’d chosen to wear a family dress, handed down through several generations.
Quite a lovely gown, but a trifle old fashioned in the making of it.
That was the problem.
No zip.
Just a long row of little cunningly positioned hooks and eyes, each one having to be undone separately.
Starting at the top I went slowly down that long row, undoing every hook and eye I encountered.
Every bloody one of them.
What happened after that was not my fault.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý had been holding the dress to her so it wouldn’t sag and it turned out that the idea was that as soon as all the hooks were unhooked I had to lift the dress up and over her head and drop it on the stand.
That was no problem, lift dress, turn and lower dress onto stand, turn back to Justice Hémā Upādhyāý to see her bra falling away, exposing a lovely pair of white breasts, tipped with an exquisite pink bud, leaving Justice Hémā Upādhyāý standing there in a pair of white satin panties, panties that were supposed to stimulate the groom into action.
It seemed that a pair of the hooks I’d unhooked were the hooks on the bra, and I deny that I undid them deliberately.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý promptly slapped her hands over her breasts, blushing.
Too late, as I had already seen and admired, and an error of strategy as that wasn’t what she should have been defending.
It wasn’t premeditated.
I just seemed to go on auto-pilot, kneeling in front of her, taking the wisp of white she still had on and removing it, even lightly slapping Justice Hémā Upādhyāý‘s ankle to get her to lift it so I could peel it right off.
Then I rose to my feet, gently pulled Justice Hémā Upādhyāý’s hands away from her breasts and admired her nudity.
“You’ve been looking forward to this night for months,” I said, my voice a silken murmur. “You’re still a virgin and you’ve psyched yourself up for it. It would be crime to send you to a virginal bed looking like that.”
The bed had already been turned down.
All the occupants had to do was lie down and flick the blankets over themselves.
I just eased Justice Hémā Upādhyāý over to it and pushed her gently down.
She watched as I undressed, shaking her head, telling me I couldn’t, she was married now, Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was in the next room.
Then it was my turn to shake my head.
“I don’t care,” I said, and settled onto the bed beside her.
She was still softly protesting as my hand settled on her breast, not shutting up until I closed her mouth with mine.
Her protests I had noticed had all been verbal.
Physically, she hadn’t tried to resist in any manner whatsoever, nor did she start doing so when I started to caress her.
I took it slowly, building up excitement within her by my lips and gentle stroking hands, starting with her face, moving on to her breasts, touching and kissing, building up tactile sensations over her entire body, until finally my Bachhalyā hand was resting on her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ mound, coaxing yet further excitement out of her.
I could feel the heat and dampness within her, and it wasn’t long before I was rolling on top of her, nestling between her extremely beautiful nude Upādhyāý Brāhmañ thighs and easing them further apart.
Then I eased my Bachhalyā erection against her, feeling her lips yield to the steady pressure, giving way and granting admission to her excellent exquisite Upādhyāý Brāhmañ body.
Once I had started to penetrate her I just moved steadily forward, brushing past her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ hymen with barely a wince from her, sinking deeper into her hot moist Upādhyāý Brāhmañ passage.
Once we were both comfortable with my Bachhalyā penetration of her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ body I started to move.
I didn’t want to perform any sexual gymnastics, no hard hammering of her tender young Upādhyāý Brāhmañ pussy, no changing of position, just a gentle and tender loving.
We moved together softly, pleasure invading us, but slowly, increasing in intensity, but slowly.
We stayed together, rocking together, enjoying this first ever encounter with each other’s body, slowly going on and on.
It took a while, but it was still too soon when Justice Hémā Upādhyāý stiffened, her eyes opening wide.
“Durgesh?” she called as she started to shudder.
I gave a hurried Bachhalyā thrust, releasing the climax that I’d been fighting off for so long, letting it tear into me while Justice Hémā Upādhyāý shuddered and clung to me, savagely now.
We lay together, me just holding Justice Hémā Upādhyāý while she snuggled next to me. Then she slept.
Watching her sleep, I sighed, but eventually I rose, dressed and retired to my own room, setting my alarm for early in the morning.
I had to see Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī and Justice Hémā Upādhyāý on their way.
I was asleep as soon as I hit the pillow, not stirring until the alarm sounded.
I groaned at that, got up, dressed and headed back to the bridal suite.
I knocked at the door but, receiving no answer, I used the spare key I had and let myself in.
Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was still asleep on the couch, snoring lustily.
I shook him and tried to rouse him but he didn’t so much as budge.
Shrugging, I left him there and went into the bedroom.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý must have heard me trying to wake Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī, as she was stirring when I walked in.
She sat up, the sheet falling from her, showing her breasts were as fine this morning as I remembered from last night.
She blinked at me a couple of times, and then memory surfaced.
She blushed and looked down.
Found she was sitting there with her breasts on display and grabbed the sheet with a strangled cry.
I said the hell with it, walked over to the bed and twitched the sheet out from her fingers, tossing it back so I could admire her.
Sitting down next to her I pushed her around so she was lying on her stomach.
She was starting to protest again, but I ignored that.
Once she was flat on her tummy I grabbed her big Upādhyāý Brāhmañ buttocks and lifted, encouraging her to bend her knees and take a kneeling position.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was looking back at me, horrified, knowing that the way she was, she was totally exposed to my Bachhalyā gaze.
I just smiled back at her.
I undid my trousers and dropped them, showing I had an Bachhalyā erection just as extreme as the one from the previous night.
“One of the first things a new bride needs to know is how to handle a morning glory,” I told her, and then I was coming into her from behind, hard and fast.
The previous night had defined gentleness.
This morning was the opposite.
I slammed into Justice Hémā Upādhyāý forcefully, driving her before me.
It was quickly evident from the way she entered into the battle that she was a willing partner, and together we slammed ourselves towards a climax.
It wasn’t all that long before I heard Justice Hémā Upādhyāý give a strangled Upādhyāý Brāhmañ cry and I saw her bury her head in the pillow.
I could hear muffled screams coming from her.
I felt like shouting myself as I let myself go, pounding my climax into her with all the Bachhalyā energy I could muster.
After that little effort I rushed Justice Hémā Upādhyāý into the shower, harrying her to get out and dressed as she had a taxi coming.
Another attempt to rouse Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī had proved futile, so I left him there.
Checking myself out of the hotel, I also settled the account for the bridal suite, although I told them that it would probably be occupied until about twelve.
They were very understanding.
Shortly after that Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was in her taxi, heading for the airport and her Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Island honeymoon.
Now, the name of Island was exactly what we both were.
It wasn’t her fault that we couldn’t wake Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī in time to make the taxi, and it would have been no fun for her to honeymoon alone.
It was far too late to cancel the holiday and it had already been paid for.
I just naturally went with her.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý celebrated her Honeymoon even longer than it was scheduled, but not with her husband Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī, with me instead.
She never allowed Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī to touch her even, after it.
She had celebrated her Golden Night with me, her Honeymoon with me, and now her entire life with me.
She told him,
“You love wine more than your wife, enjoy that for ever. Durgesh loves your wife more, let him enjoy me now. I married you, but due to your fault, Durgesh is my man now, not you, Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī.”
Yes, that was Justice Hémā Upādhyāý.
Entirely mine, though not married to me.
Chapter 15
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 13
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1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 13
Durgesh Sandhyā Dīxit
Durgesh Pārvatī Upādhyāý
Durgesh Laxmī Kulkarñī
Durgesh Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav
Durgesh Chitrāngadā Pārāshar
Durgesh Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was immensely surprised herself how ravenous she was to fuck me.
As soon as, Vibhā Trivédī suggested her Golden Day with me, she immediately felt her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt getting wet.
Hey Bhagvān, God, no!
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý can’t be that crazy for my Bachhalyā Lund in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.
She is a Brahm Padminī.
She never needed immense sex.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā was enough for her.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý never dreamed of Durgesh.
Really?
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was immediately all alert.
Hadn’t she watched Chitrāngadā Pārāshar playing with my Bachhalyā Lund clandestinely?
Wasn’t Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý jealous of her closest friend, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar?
Even her Satītv and Pātivratý could not stop her entering there, entirely unashamed of herself that both Chitrāngadā Pārāshar and Durgesh were nude already.
“What the hell are you doing, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar?” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had acted immensely furious.
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar smiled.
“Oh, Sunandā ? Come on. Don’t worry. I’ll never tell anyone that you also enjoy Durgesh’s great Bachhalyā Lund with me.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý wanted to snatch away my Bachhalyā Lund from Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s hand.
She wanted to replace Chitrāngadā Pārāshar herself.
But she controlled herself immediately.
“Chitrāngadā Pārāshar, come to your senses. You can’t do it. You are a married woman already.”
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar looked at her bitterly.*
She looked at Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý furiously.
“Married? Really? Then why my husband is never with me? Why the hell did I watch my younger sister, Padminī Pārāshar fucking Durgesh?”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý as if fell from sky.
“What?”
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar was shaking out of her intensely overwhelming wrath.
“Everyone tried to stop me, everyone tried to explain to me I shouldn’t marry a Brāhmañ. The Brāhmañs are over ethical. They are over human, and therefore never practical. Yet I never listened to anyone. I listened to you. And you, ever a damn fool yourself, destroyed my life completely. Leave me alone now, please!!!!!”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was dumbfounded.
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar could behave with her so irrationally ever, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had never imagined even.*
I scolded Sandhyā Dīxit,
“Shut up. Haven’t you any manners at all?”
“Manners? Oh yes. The same as you two have? Fucking Ammījān in her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass in the living room! Great.”
“Still, you should have knocked before entering.” I disciplined her curtly, “She is my Live in relationship partner after all. Isn’t she, you idiot?”
Sandhyā Dīxit laughed boldly, advanced and opened my bathrobe.
And there I stood in front of Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s friend wearing nothing at all.
She kept looking greedily at my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
“What in the world you two were doing? And why were you two even recording it?”
“Why the hell should I answer you?” I thundered at Sandhyā Dīxit, “It’s our house and we can do here anything we damn please.”
“Okay, okay.” Sandhyā Dīxit smiled, “Now cool down. Come here. Let’s talk now, I think.”
Controlling myself, I joined her on the bed.
Here I was with a 28-year-old Dīxit Brāhmañ gal who I assumed was a dyke.
She was dressed in her typical baggie clothes and I lay next to her in nude.
She stood up and said it was time for me to realize one of her fantasies.
As I lay in bed, I watched her raising her tee shirt up, over her head and dropped it on the floor.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
But she really didn’t need one.
She had ever-erect great Dīxit Brāhmañ tits.
Even from the waist up she did have a Bachhalyā male killer female Brāhmañ body.
I could see Sandhyā Dīxit had big Dīxit Brāhmañ buttocks and they were curved in perfectly to her waist.
The pants fell next and I was not surprised that she didn’t wear any panties either.
It was expected.
She had a little patch of hair above her young Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.
So extremely stunning nude young Sandhyā Dīxit was that even I was totally in awe of her extremely beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ body.
She was big boned, but there wasn’t one ounce of fat on her.
Entirely different from Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s body, but it was perfect for her.
She told me to get ready to fuck her.
I smiled.
We both were in nude.
Sandhyā Dīxit got on all fours.
“Come on Bachhalyā lover, and fuck the hell me now till we both exist.”
Once again, Sandhyā Dīxit adjusted her position.
I got behind Sandhyā Dīxit.
She felt the sting of my Bachhalyā male palm on her Dīxit Brāhmañ butt.
I grabbed her waist, and slid my Bachhalyā Lund in Sandhyā Dīxit’s ravenously welcoming Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.
The young Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot gripped my sixty four years old, most experienced, throbbing Bachhalyā Lund greedily.
It was her first Lund it was obvious.
“Sandhyā Dīxit,” I smiled, “I didn’t know you were virgin.”
“We Brāhmañ Beauties have different environment around us than your most beloved Musalmān Beauties have. We have more self-control and better bringing up.”
I smiled and started fucking Sandhyā Dīxit hard.
By the time, Sandhyā Dīxit had her first orgasm she could feel her heart beat through her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot .
I fucked Sandhyā Dīxit nonstop for hours.
She was drained ultimately and ready for this experience to end.
At the end, she told me it was her turn.
Sandhyā Dīxit kissed my Bachhalyā Lund, licked it clean and then swallowed it into her extremely beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ mouth.
Then Sandhyā Dīxit gave me a great blowjob.
I blasted ultimately in her throat.
Sandhyā Dīxit smiled her thanks at me and swallowed all of my Bachhalyā Vīrý blasting into her Dīxit Brāhmañ mouth, every drop of it.
Sandhyā Dīxit finally rolled out of bed and quickly got dressed.
“We are husband and wife now, Bachhalyā Piyā.” Sandhyā Dīxit smiled, “Bachhalyā husband Dīxit Brāhmañ wife, forever. Any objection, my Bachhalyā love?”
I smiled and kissed Sandhyā Dīxit,
“None whatsoever, my young Dīxit Brāhmañ wife.”
“I was dreaming of you since my eighteenth birthday.” Sandhyā Dīxit smiled at me lovingly, “Ultimately, after a long wait of ten long years, I succeeded.”
I didn’t say anything, only smiled.
She walked to the corner of the room and shut off the camera.
With everything that had happened, I forgot that the video camera was rolling.
We walked to my computer.
She sat down and uploaded the finished product.
We watched it.
It was quite a show.*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý hadn’t reached there unknowingly.
She had seen Chitrāngadā Pārāshar fucking me herself, straddling on my ever erect Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.
I was lying on my back.
“When your husband would find that you cheated him and fucked me yourself despite the fact I tried to stop you, what would happen?” I smiled at Chitrāngadā Pārāshar.
“Shut up,” Chitrāngadā Pārāshar admonished me, “I am fucking you, because despite my repeated requests, you never fucked me.”
“Your husband loves you very much, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar.” I said gravely.
“Yet he almost never fucks me.” Chitrāngadā Pārāshar said curtly, “He fucks extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties instead. He doubts you fuck me.”
“And you are making his suspicions true.”
“What else can I do?” Chitrāngadā Pārāshar bit her lower lip with her beautiful upper teeth.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý suddenly felt an intense surge of jealousy.
Hell, she felt her ever sophisticated Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt getting wet.
For my Bachhalyā Lund?
Hey Bhagvān, God, no!
Suddenly she saw an extremely beautiful damsel nocking at Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s bedroom door.
To Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s utmost surprise, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar received her on her knees and elbows, I still fucking Chitrāngadā Pārāshar from her glorious Pārāshar Brāhmañ behind.
Hey Bhagvān, God, had Chitrāngadā Pārāshar gone mad?
Yes, it’s normal here in Trantor/Ved Nagar to receive someone in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog, but Chitrāngadā Pārāshar was not my Live in relationship partner.
Horrified Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý watched her entirely transformed friend Chitrāngadā Pārāshar.
She damn cared now anyone.
“Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī, you?” Chitrāngadā Pārāshar said, “I never expected you here.”
Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī was burning with wrath.
“Hello, Bhābhī,” she said ironically, “what happened to your immense Brāhmañ pride now? You marched ahead against my love for Durgesh. Didn’t you? Now the same Durgesh is fucking you, and…”
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar listened patiently to a few more words of what Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī had to say.
Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī herself was similarly nude and I was similarly fucking Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī too from her equally glorious Dwivédī Brāhmañ behind.
My ever aggressive Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund was being anointed in both my bodies with the Brāhmañ vaginal juices of both Nanad and Bhābhī, sisters in law.
Suddenly, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar turned and marched back into her bedroom with me.
She came out, similarly being fucked by me, as her Nanad, Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī, was waiting for her there.
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar had a bottle of sleeping tablets in her hand.
She dumped out a whole handful of them and started chewing them up.*
I had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but I had a suspicion that Sandhyā Dīxit would let me know in the very near future.
My only hope was that Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav wouldn’t hate me for what had happened…
Or, be jealous of her ever beautiful friend, Sandhyā Dīxit.
By the time Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī and Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, returned home from the doctor’s appointment, and came in the door there was instant look of shock on their faces.
What shocked them was that I was dressed.
For the last two plus years whenever I was in the house, I was in a bathrobe and nothing else.
That night I had on sweat pants and a tee shirt.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, kept looking waiting for me to say something, but I just kept my eyes on her Ammījān.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī finally broke the silence and asked me if everything was OK.
Smiling, I just made a comment of wanting to wear clothes for a change.
I couldn’t quite tell them that Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s friend Sandhyā Dīxit had just fucked me and made a video of it.
For three days, I wore clothes around the house waiting for Sandhyā Dīxit to appear in our living room with a video in her hand.
My mind raced wondering what kind of plans she had in store.
Would I really become her permanent Bachhalyā Piyā?
Or would she show Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, what I did to her?
Or would she go ahead bolder and show it to Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī?
By the third night, I had reached a point of acceptance.
Let Sandhyā Dīxit too, be my one more, young Live in relationship Partner now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was deliberately doing it, not only in my Musalmān Beauties, but in my Brāhmañ Beauties as well.
It was not a good sign.
The percentage of my young Beauties whether Musalmān or Brāhmañ, or else, was constantly increasing now as compared to the Beauties of my own age group.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī and I sat in our recliners watching TV, when the front door opened and Sandhyā Dīxit walked in.
“HI Ammī.” Then with a wink, “Hi Durgesh darling! Méré Bachhalyā Piyā! Bachhalyā husband of us Brāhmañ Beauties!”
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī asked her where she had been since she hadn’t seen her in a while.
I sat in the chair, quite confident and ready to talk.
Finally, Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī asked her what she was up to.
Sandhyā Dīxit smiled and said she recorded an awesome video that she wanted to share with Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav .
My mind raced thinking this was the beginning.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav would never appreciate I fucked her young Dīxit Brāhmañ friend first, while she was trying to get me inside her ab initio.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī told her Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, was in her room.
Sandhyā Dīxit started heading that way.*
I got out of the chair too.
As I sauntered, I hoped to catch Sandhyā Dīxit in the kitchen, before she had got to Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav .
As I rounded the corner, Sandhyā Dīxit was sitting at the kitchen table, with a big smile.
“Boy, old man, do you look stupid in clothes. I thought you always wore a bath robe, but you do look kind of sexy in clothes too.”
On the table was the DVD.
I told her not to show it to Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, if she really wants to carry on with me.
She told me, smiling, to relax.
She was just returning it.
She went on to say it had served its purpose and she had no further need of it.
I asked her if anyone had seen it.
She said one person watched it with her, but she wouldn’t say who it was.
Sandhyā Dīxit told me not to worry.
She promised not to tell Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī or Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav.
She also promised that her girlfriend wouldn’t tell anyone either.
Girlfriend?
As she stood up and headed towards Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav’s room she gave me the DVD and told me to relax, it was over.
And as she walked away from me she told me to go get on my bath robe, that I didn’t look right in clothes.
She loved to see me nude.
Entire beautiful women do.
I grabbed the video.
I went to our bedroom and put it in my dresser.
And yes, I stripped out of those confining clothes and threw on my bath robe.
I went back to the living room with Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s coffee.
All she said was,
“Welcome back.”
About a half hour later, Sandhyā Dīxit left and gave me another wink.
Relished to have the video in my possession all I could think about was who could be her special girlfriend?*
The next day, my life was back to “normal.”
My quest to see Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, nude was back to being a top priority.
But Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav’s top priority was partying, instead.
She was really lucky to have graduated from University.
Those last three months she missed a lot of University.
It started to affect her private life as well.
The way she was burning the candle at both ends it was only a matter of time that she would lose her job.
It was only a part-time job but it gave her the freedom to come and go as she wished.
But now she was at the mercy of others to give her money.
I made a deal with her.
If she’d help me in my writing work, Every now and then I would help her out.
She thanked me and things were going along pretty well for a couple of weeks.
I kept telling her that I wouldn’t just give her money to make her happy.
She needed to earn it.
So she tried something so different and potentially dangerous to her.
She began having contact with her birth dad.
Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav only lived a couple of blocks from us but had very little to do with his daughter.
In fact, she was kind of scared of him.
Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav was not as the most of the Brāhmañs were.
Instead, he was an alcoholic who can get pretty crude around women and that included his own daughter too.
Eīshān!
One day Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav came into my home office.
She stood in the doorway as I was playing on the computer.
She begged me for some money so she could go out that night.
“Durgesh,” Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav informed me, “Pārvatī Upādhyāý will be here in a half hour and I still need to get dressed.”
I smiled,
“Alright, I’ll give you some money, but you need to be totally honest with me and tell me what you do to get money from me.”
She stood in the door way, wearing her shorts and a very loose and low cut yellow top.
She looked hot.
The yellow top really showed off her tan.
Anyway she smiled.
She told me that if she can get to her dad, Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav, before he gets too drunk, she can get money from him every time, by getting him beer from the refrigerator and just talking to him.”
I smiled,
“Bullshit.”
She said, “Alright, watch and I’ll show you what I do.”
She turned away from the door so I was looking at her backside.
As she was faced in the hallway she asked me to imagine the wall was the refrigerator.
She had me imagine that she opened the door and she leaned in to get a beer.
She didn’t bend her legs and as she leaned forward, her shorts crept up into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ crotch.
I could see her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ pussy lips on both sides of her thong.
She kept leaning forward and as she held the imaginary door with one hand her other hand reached behind her and she placed it on her butt.
She then said that at this time she’d ask her dad if he had any snacks in there or a soda.
My Bachhalyā eyes were glued to this wondrous Bhārgav Brāhmañ sight.
I smiled.
She kind of giggled.
As she leaned over she laughed, pointing at my Bachhalyā crotch as my hard-on had pushed its way through my bath robe.
I repositioned myself and put my Bachhalyā Lund away.
I asked her if she was afraid of something more happening – something she couldn’t stop?”
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, said,
“Sandhyā Dīxit’s father, Prabhu Nāth Dīxit had found a video in her drawer that contained the video of her fucking a guy.”
I digested the information gravely.
The guy was myself, obviously.
So, Sandhyā Dīxit’s father, Prabhu Nāth Dīxit, has seen the video?
First, I fucking Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī in her extremely beautiful gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass, on her own repeated insistence, and then his own daughter, Sandhyā Dīxit, fucking me wildly?
It wasn’t good.
Why the hell Sandhyā Dīxit didn’t tell me it?
Instead, she told her friend, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav?
Why?
Yes, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav does not know that it was I, Sandhyā Dīxit fucked in that video. But…
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav paused for a minute.
Her eyes looked down, as my Bachhalyā Lund once inadvertently peered through my bath robe.
She smiled significantly as I covered it back up.
Well, what the hell difference it made?
Hasn’t Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav already seen me entirely nude, with my throbbing Bachhalyā Lund, for half an hour nonstop?
Once again my Bachhalyā Lund poked through my bath robe.
And once again I covered up, as she giggled.
I reached in the drawer to the side of the computer and got some cash for Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav.
I handed it to her.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav laughed,
“My friend, Sudhā Tiwārī, wants to play with your great Bachhalyā Lund. Will you please allow her?”
I looked into her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes.
“Don’t you yourself?”
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav blushed.
“Nonsense, My friend, Sudhā Tiwārī, I said.”
I looked at her significantly,
“Okay, bring her.”
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav left the room to see what her Ammī was doing.
Sudhā Tiwārī came, thanked me immensely that I allowed her to play with my greatest Bachhalyā Lund.
I smiled.
Sudhā Tiwārī was beautiful herself.
She began playing with me.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav came back in the room and said that her Ammī was asleep.
“I can give you the money back, Durgesh darling, if I can watch Sudhā Tiwārī playing with you.” Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav smiled.
I didn’t need to think about this request.
I stood up.
Sudhā Tiwārī took off my bathrobe and for a second time I stood before Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter , Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, entirely nude and quite hard.
I sat back in the chair, reached in another drawer for some baby oil and faced her as Sudhā Tiwārī began playing with me.
My attention went from Sudhā Tiwārī prepping my Bachhalyā Lund to staring at Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav .
I began going to town as Sudhā Tiwārī’s hand went faster and faster up and down my Bachhalyā shaft.
As I stared at Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, I watched her as her tremendously attractive Brāhmañ eyes would meet mine and then go back to looking at my ever greatest Bachhalyā Lund .
She asked me what I was thinking about.
I told her Sudhā Tiwārī was jacking-off to her.
That I was stripping her with my eyes and seeing that beautiful exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ body entirely nude.
She gave a naughty giggle and said,
“Not today.”
I was going faster and was close to the point of no return when I asked,
“Someday?”
After a pause, she said, “Maybe.”
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, didn’t shoot me down, instead she said,
“maybe.”
There was a possibility that I could get her nude.
With that thought I shot, being masturbated by her equally beautiful friend, Sudhā Tiwārī, I shot my Bachhalyā load all over my chest and stomach.
Sudhā Tiwārī’s hand movements slowed down.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, came closer to me and grabbed a couple of tissues that were next to the computer screen.
She began cleaning up the Bachhalyā cum on my body.
For the first time, she touched my Bachhalyā Lund as she cleaned the final dribbles of my Bachhalyā cum from my pee hole.
As she was lovingly cleaning me up I was enjoying the view down her shirt.
She finally got it all and stood back in the doorway.
I continued to stare at her.
I in the chair nude and Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav in her loose fitting clothes.
She handed me back the money I had just given her and I told her to keep it.
“Thanks Durgesh,” was all she said as she headed towards her bedroom.
She changed her clothes and within 10 minutes she stood in the doorway telling me she was going out.
With a smile, she asked me if I was going to put my bath robe back on.
Still nude from our little episode I asked her why.
“Ammī is sleeping and you’ve seen it all so there is no reason for me to be shy.”
She leaned into me, gave me a hug, and said, “I love you and I’ll see you later.”
She left the room and I could hear her walking through the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room and out the door.
I sat there nude, thinking of the great possibilities that lied ahead.
The rest of the Evening, I was in a triumphant smile.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī and I ate in the living room watching TV.
As usual Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī fell asleep early.
After it was over, I covered up with her blanket.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
I slipped under the blankets, stopped the video and asked,
“Yeah?”
“It’s me, Durgesh, can I come in?” It was the melodious voice of Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav.
Of course, she could come in!
“Yeah.” I smiled.
The door opened and she sat on the edge of the bed.
If it wasn’t for the blanket our hips would be touching.
She thanked me again for the money and the great show I had given her earlier in the day with her friend, Sudhā Tiwārī.
She thought about it all night and couldn’t enjoy her time with Pārvatī Upādhyāý , instead she wanted to be home with me.
She told me how she felt sorry for me because she knew Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī couldn’t give me any relief.
She went on to say that she loved her Ammī very much and would never hurt her, but she also loved me and wanted to help me anyway she could.
When she was done talking, she pulled down the bed sheet and grabbed hold of my Bachhalyā Lund .
“I was in a hurry earlier, but I’m home now and I want to help you relax.”
As she was talking, she kept stroking my Bachhalyā Lund and had me hard once again.
When she finished talking she bowed her head down and stuck her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth on my Bachhalyā Lund .
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav slowly began going up and down on it.
I thought this had to be a dream.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter , Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, I always fantasized about whom seeing nude, was sucking my Bachhalyā Lund .
She was still dressed but she was helping me to relax.
I pushed her hair out of the way and watched her lovingly give me a blowjob.
This was the only part of her I’d touch.
I didn’t want this to end and I most certainly didn’t want to destroy any future plans by grabbing her boob or her butt.
My ass began bouncing off the bed, jamming my Bachhalyā Lund further in her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
Since this was my first blow job from her, and I knew I would want more, I told her I was ready to cum.
I gave Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav the option of finishing me off in her enormously attractive Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth or with her equally beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ hand.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav smiled and just kept sucking until I finally exploded in her enormously attractive Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
As I began to calm down, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, gave my Bachhalyā pecker one final kiss and then came up to my lips and kissed me.
Chapter 14
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Indexes: Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh
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1. Ahal-Al Bayt
3.Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire
4.Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah: Social Service
5. The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān husband
8. The Stunning Musalmān houseladies
10. Midterm 2012
11. Kħātūn-e-Jannat
12.Ved Nagar
13. The Yacht
14. The Audacity
16. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: Index: 1/22
18. The Chairman
19. The Oath
20. Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind
21. Majājī Kħudā
24.Two Young Musalmān Beauties
37. Ammi, you too?
39. It’s better now, in this way
40. The game played, in our own way
43. Thank you that you cheated her
46. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?
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4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
THE EVERBEST WIVES: 31
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Chapter 31
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr
Durgesh Jacqueline Lincoln
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī
He smiled sophisticatedly.
“The one, I am fucking now, is my mother, my Ammī.”
All my five extremely beautiful mares watched the ‘animal’ suppressing their immense surprise.
He was fucking his own real Ammī, proudly, as I was fucking all the five of them.
“She sucked me when I was only a small boy. Whenever she bathed me, she always sucked my penis. My father is her real brother.”
“Where is that great person now?” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī controlled herself with tremendous efforts so that she could keep her infinite hatred for him, away from her voice.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, pulled her still glorious nude Musalmān bottom from her son’s Hindu male lap, let his penis out of her still tight Musalmān Cunt.
It was shining from the reflected light his Ammī’s vaginal juices were reflecting from his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
All the five of my extremely beautiful nude mares were controlling themselves with immense efforts.
Allah, these entire creations think it’s the ever best love between a mother and her son.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr thought.
Are they crazy?
“My Brother? Well! He has his own daughters now to take care of.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, “they are adult now themselves. They too need his masculine attention.”
“I understand.” Padminī Bhārgav cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed her arm.
“Your Excellency,” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī tried to smile energetically, “you requested that you want now your Just Eighteen Just Adult young girls to be inaugurated by Durgesh, on their eighteenth birthday. Why such a departure from your long established tradition, if I may ask?”
Padminī Bhārgav cooed again,
“I too want to know that, Your Excellency, if you don’t mind.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, and stared at her harshly.
“It is the only condition we’d allow Ved Nagar to open its embassy in our Creations. You have already accepted it. Otherwise we have never allowed your delegation, at all.”*
It was the most surprising factor for Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor that none of us had any weapon with us.
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb had already told her that she could manage everything.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor believed Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb blindly.
She was in Makkah Mukarramah when Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had died.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself saw with her own eyes how Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made the impossible possible.
She was the Chief Wife of then Oil King of Saåūdī Årab, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
He had compelled Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb to marry him despite she hated him.
She boldly unzipped me in her husband’s funeral and gave me a grand blowjob under open sky openly to disgrace Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī’s funeral.
Moreover, she made entire four widows and fifty two real daughters of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī not only to do the same with Durgesh, but have open oral, vaginal and even anal sex with Durgesh.
It was a great celebration of her husband’s death she celebrated.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor still remembered, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb came their in her Cadillac Limousine, and so did the other entire Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
Each of them owned their own Cadillac Limousine.
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had himself gifted them those wonderful Cadillac Limousines in his lifetime.
Yet, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made all of them to disgrace the funeral of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
She still remember each and every word that Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb
Said in her announcement when the religious police of Makkah Mukarramah tried to stop it,
“Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our Guard of Honor to this shaitān.”
What a lady!
What a grand lady!
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had managed to bring her to Everbest Wives Creations.
She needed her.*
Despite what Saåīdah Yåqūb had said she didn’t do a very good job of pretending nothing was different.
I was the one watching her now instead of the other way around.
It wasn’t just paranoia.
She had watched me long enough to notice me doing the same to her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for a while, again hoping that time would take care of her problems for me; but of course it didn’t.
“I thought you said things weren’t going to change,” I said abruptly as we were eating breakfast.
“What?” Saåīdah Yåqūb looked up at me confused.
“Look, I know you made things all weird but could you at least not stare at me so much.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed away from the table and headed to her room without giving me a chance to respond.
She was getting upset more easily these days.
What she really needed was to talk to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to call Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
She picked up almost immediately and agreed to come to Saåīdah Yåqūb for a few hours.
She said she would bring her swimsuit so that they could hang out by the pool.
Saåīdah Yåqūb headed back to the kitchen.
She was surprised to find that I was still sitting there.
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m sorry. I did say I would pretend it never happened, but I can’t. It is dangerous to your health, morals and character. I can’t let you destroy yourself.” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up her dishes as well as mine and set them on the counter.
“Fine, whatever,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said.
Strangely it didn’t bother her so much once I said it out loud.
Now, at least there was a certainty to it now.
“I too can’t stop thinking about you, even in my dreams.” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, “I don’t know how you put up with it.”
That did stop me.
This was taking a very different turn from what I expected.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Her hand was developing a slight tremble it got when she was nervous.
“What do you think?” she controlled herself somewhat.
Despite she was Just Eighteen Just Adult Saåīdah Yåqūb was a brilliant student of human psychology as her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān herself was.
That’s why she didn’t weep when she found her husband failed right there in her Shab-e-Ůrūsī, her very Golden Night itself.
She punished Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb by immediately fucking me right there before his eyes.
Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb was shocked and horrified.
He had never imagined he had married a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lioness.
His newly wedded Just Eighteen Just Adult wife cuckolded him to us both right there in his Golden Night.
“I mean you’re beautiful, Saåīdah Yåqūb.” I smiled, “I know I shouldn’t but I keep picturing you naked on your bed.”
I was standing right behind Saåīdah Yåqūb.
She turned around toward me.
“Don’t mess with me, don’t you dare,” she whimpered.
“Never. I’m not.” I smiled, “Never be afraid of me.”
I brushed her hair back out of her face as we looked at each other.
We moved to each other at the same instant and her eyes closed as our lips met.
It was so much better than all the times she had imagined it.
My strong utmost experienced Hindu arms wrapped around her glorious Musalmān back and pulled her close as our kiss seemed to go on and on.
She was aggressive in kissing me with all her femininity.
It was long passionate ashvinātam kiss of not a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girl, of a fully grown Musalmān woman instead that understood what was right for her and what was wrong.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had grown mentally more as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had when she seduced me deliberately to revenge her own Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.*
Suddenly Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed me away and backed off.
She looked at me uncomprehendingly, vacantly, blankly, and took a hesitant step toward me.
“I’m sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb, you shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
“What the hell? Why not? It’s okay by me still now, it’s really okay.”
“I’m already sixty five. You compelled me to respond to your immense aggressiveness.”
She took another step but I backed off further.
The momentary happiness that had been building inside her was crashing down now.
Why was Durgesh doing this to her?
Damn Durgesh.
She fled upstairs.*
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān showed up shortly after and found Saåīdah Yåqūb with her arms wrapped around her knees still on the kitchen floor.
Saåīdah Yåqūb told her everything about what happened with me, all the details as best as she could remember.
She didn’t say anything until Saåīdah Yåqūb finished.
“You know you can stay with me for a while if you want, until this blows over,” she offered. “It might help to get some distance from Durgesh. You are in love with your own Ammī’s Hindu lover. Well, you are not alone. So many of us Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties have done it. Most of them are living now happily with their Ammīs as their co wives.”
“Thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, I think I’m okay though. Maybe this was what I needed, a sign that I need to stop obsessing over my ever over ethical Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.”
She wasn’t really feeling as good as she pretended to be but Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t want to worry Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān too much with her problems.
They put their bikinis on and went outside where they lay down on two of the loungers that were side by side.
It didn’t take Saåīdah Yåqūb long to notice movement in one of the windows on the second floor of the house.
I was still keeping an eye on Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was more necessary now after she kissed me so long, so aggressively, so unashamed of it.
“Allah,” Saåīdah Yåqūb muttered.
“What?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān responded.
“He’s up there watching us, even after what I just did. Probably thinks I don’t see him.”
To her credit Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t look straight toward the window to give away they knew I was there.
Instead she casually stretched out and moved her head enough to get a look at the window.
“Are you sure? I don’t see anything,” she said.
“Trust me, he’s there.”
“He is taking care of you, I’m sure.”
“Idiot, the best way he can take care of me, is to fuck me, doesn’t he know?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said scornfully, “He is acting as if my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt is not a cunt, a burning furnace instead that will burn his damn Uncut Hindu Lund entirely into dust, once it’s there inside.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“You are desperate that Durgesh hasn’t fucked you already.”
“Well, what the hell I lack, yār? I watched him fucking my Ammī, her sisters, her cousins, her friends right since I didn’t even understand what it actually was. I was fascinated. The fascination turned into obsession and immense love gradually eventually. When? I don’t know. The way Durgesh handles us, the way Durgesh fucks us Musalmān Beauties, is just beyond even our wildest imagination. What’s wrong there if I want him to do the same to me? Isn’t it natural?”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“The multi zillionaire Hindu playboy thinks we are still immature when we are Just Eighteen Just Adult. We can’t differentiate between infatuation and love. He thinks we are actually infatuated to him. We don’t understand the gravity of sex life.”
“Even if it is so, why can’t he just fuck us and forget,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said furiously, “as we do in his damn bright opinion?”
“Well, he thinks sex is a divine thing. It should never be taken so lightly.”
“Damn him. I blamed the Musalmān Beauties who raped Durgesh once, not now. He deserves to be raped constantly. He is too proud of his unique legendary sex prowess.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān looked at Saåīdah Yåqūb quite stunned and horrified.*
An idea was forming in her head.
If I wanted to watch them, then they would give me what I wanted.*
Anyone could judge Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor if s/he wanted to, but Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was never ashamed of herself.
If Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt for one second that her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, who was nineteen, by the way-wasn’t participating willingly, then Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had put an end to it. To the contrary, her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had always given every sign of enjoying their sessions and had never spoken a word to Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor of having second thoughts.
All the proof Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor needed was to see and feel the steel hardness of his Hindu erection when Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, were alone together and the incredible sensation when her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, cum inside her wet ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Now, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor couldn’t really say whose idea it was in the beginning.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had never talked about it.
Maybe it just happened and wasn’t anybody’s preconceived idea.
However, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could say this from her perspective: There were several times in the years leading up to the first time they had sex where Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor lusted after her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, even while I was always fucking her wildly.
But that first day?
She didn’t wake up thinking,
‘I have to screw my son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, today.’
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was forty-one and, yes, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor admitted to being more than a little concerned about whether Durgesh still find her attractive.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor never wanted to live on Durgesh’s sympathy.
She still loved me exclusively, but she married her Hindu brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, despite it, didn’t she?
I looked at Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gravely.
“You’d promised me, Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, not to marry your real brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, if I never release you from my nude Hindu male lap.”*
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and flipped over onto her stomach.
“Hey Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, can you do my back?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked as Saåīdah Yåqūb undid the string on her top.
She smiled, understanding immediately what Saåīdah Yåqūb was up to.
“You’re bad,” she said even as she moved toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Her hands rubbed the sunscreen delicately over Saåīdah Yåqūb’s back, being far more thorough than necessary.
Saåīdah Yåqūb folded her arms under her head and closed her eyes as Saåīdah Yåqūb let her work.
She wasn’t shy about where she touched.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān spent a long time on Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gorgeous Musalmān ass before finally finishing off on her legs.
“You want me to do your front too?” she asked.
“I think maybe you’re enjoying this,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said with a smile as she turned back over.
“Maybe a little,” she admitted.
Saåīdah Yåqūb pulled her bikini top off and dropped it on the ground beside Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān sucked in her breath softly as Saåīdah Yåqūb’s naked Musalmān breasts were uncovered right in front of Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Neither of Saåīdah Yåqūb and Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was particularly into girls, but Saåīdah Yåqūb had to admit Saåīdah Yåqūb was kind of enjoying the attention, and if Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was having fun too that was fine with Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Once again Saåīdah Yåqūb closed her eyes and let Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān proceed at her own pace.
At first she traced the faint tan lines that had developed on her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts from always being covered, but soon she was rubbing them with her entire palm.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had to know what they were doing by now, but that was okay.
The main thing was to show Saåīdah Yåqūb what Saåīdah Yåqūb was missing.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān eventually moved onto her stomach before finishing off on her legs again.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān leaned down to Saåīdah Yåqūb’s ear before Saåīdah Yåqūb got up, and whispered to Saåīdah Yåqūb.
“Think that’s enough?”
“Mm-hm, thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb whispered back.
As she was straightening back up she paused and leaned back toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Her lips brushed Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gently then pulled away again so quickly Saåīdah Yåqūb barely understood what happened.
“Just for good measure,” she said as she returned to her seat.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t bother locking her door that night.
If Durgesh came in, it would mean Saåīdah Yåqūb had gotten me, and honestly Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t really care if I caught Saåīdah Yåqūb masturbating again.
It would bother me more than Saåīdah Yåqūb anyway.
Sure enough just as Saåīdah Yåqūb was getting ready to go to sleep, the door swung open followed by her dream man, me. Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t even fazed this time when I saw that Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked.
“You’re not playing fair, Saåīdah Yåqūb,” I said.
“All’s fair in love and war, my dear Hindu Stepfather.”
“And what is this?” I asked, clearly staring at her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts.
“Right now? Love and War. Both.”
It turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on to have me watching her openly with no pretense between us.
Saåīdah Yåqūb could feel, Saåīdah Yåqūb was close to getting everything Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get.
My sixty five years utmost experienced Hindu eyes followed her hand as it strayed back down to her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and stroked it softly.
“You know we can’t, right? There’s stuff we just can’t do,” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was trying to convince herself as much as me that I was in her room was evidence enough Saåīdah Yåqūb was succeeding.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to see how far Saåīdah Yåqūb could push me.
“If you’re gonna stay, you have to let me see your unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund,” Saåīdah Yåqūb told me boldly.
“What?”
“I don’t mind if you want to watch me nude, masturbating myself, but I’m determined that I won’t allow you get a free show.”
I controlled myself as her finger slipped into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
If I stayed there, it would be a victory for Saåīdah Yåqūb and we both knew it.
Yet, the question was whether Saåīdah Yåqūb had enough willpower left to let me leave.
What the hell her reaction would be?
It was even more than obvious now to me that it wasn’t mere her infatuation for me now.
She might be Just Eighteen Just Adult, but it was her exclusive love for me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb really loved me exclusively despite Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
It would never be good for her to masturbate anymore imagining my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Let her see it now.
Saåīdah Yåqūb needed it very much.
Yes, Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yes, I’m sixty five now.
But it was now only myself that could satisfy her sexually, none else.
“It’s just looking,” I said, trying to convince Saåīdah Yåqūb. “No touching or anything. Just watching each other, that’s all. Okay? You won’t do anything more?”
Abruptly I reached down and undid my belt.
Saåīdah Yåqūb tried not to smile triumphantly too widely, but it was difficult.
Soon my pants were around my knees and I sat down confidently on the bed beside Saåīdah Yåqūb, trying to find a position that let her see me without getting too close.
Saåīdah Yåqūb saw I was almost fully hard already just from watching Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Saåīdah Yåqūb felt her ardent Musalmān clit throb as it finished stiffening before Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was the first time Saåīdah Yåqūb had actually seen my unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund even after all the times Saåīdah Yåqūb had imagined it.
Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting so wet that her finger was making squishing sounds and Saåīdah Yåqūb soon added a second.
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed my Hindu erection as Saåīdah Yåqūb played with herself and began stroking it.
Chapter 32
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 11
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Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 11
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Vibhā Trivédī
Durgesh Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý
Durgesh Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, was courtesy itself in a routine case.
But was it really a routine case?
Hell, no.
As soon as the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act was came into existence he immediately put his head on the feet of his Brāhmañ wives who were Brahm Padminīs.
His Brahm Padminī wives were dumbfounded.
“What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý involuntarily removed herself back immediately.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý smiled cunningly, mockingly and triumphantly.
“That’s very good. That’s right, Vishwambhar Sharmā. That’s the right place for you, my feet, our feet. I always said, you never deserved us.”
“Padm Chitrā,” Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý shouted angrily, “are you crazy? He is our husband after all.”
“Was.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý laughed mocking Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, “From now on, he is our son, am I right, my child?”
“Yes, Mātéshvarī.” Vishwambhar Sharmā controlled himself, looked at Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý affirming what Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said, “The most discussed, most opposed, most despised, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act has come into existence. We are not husband and wife now any longer.”
He paused for a moment, then beamed at his ex wives now.
“Congratulations. You are Brahm Jagdambās now with immediate effect. The Commission has already declared you Brahm Padminīs.”
“Look at him.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said contemptuously, “I told you. Didn’t I? He inherited less genes from his Brāhmañ father and more genes from his Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mother, Dr. Al Tafsīr Al Qur’an PhD.”
“What do you mean, Mātéshvarī?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, smiled teasing her.
“No Brāhmañ can surrender his ever faithful Satī and Pativratā Brāhmañ wives to a Bachhalyā Sex God so easily. Only the Musalmīn enjoy their cuckolding to their ever horniest Musalmān wives and their Hindu lover(s).” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said scornfully.
She even spat into a dustbin immensely contemptuously.
“You are Bar at law, Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý Mātéshvarī.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled sophisticatedly, almost teasing his ex wife, “You must never do such a blunder legal mistake. You must always differentiate between a Cuckold and a Divorcee.”
“Divorcee? My foot.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý shouted.
“That’s right. I put my head on your feet, didn’t I?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled sophisticatedly.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý marched furiously out of the room, saying,
“Look at him. How happy the damn fool is getting rid of us for ever.”
Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý watched after Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý worriedly.*
Fucking Vibhā Trivédī fiercely and enjoying it very much, I looked at Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý to be exactly correct.
I knew the woman on the witness stand was herself a legal wizard.
She was a High Court Justice while her husband was only a practicing Judge.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý came out of the most respected, most successful legal family of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
Chief Justice Pralayankar Bhaŧŧāchārý was her father.
Justice Al Kamāl Al Fātimah was her real Ammī.
Justice Amanda Harrington was one of her very successful step mothers.
Justice Padmgandhā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Kādambinī Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Alaknandā Bhaŧŧāchārý were her real sisters.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý herself was deadly clever.
Despite the fact that Justice Padmgandhā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Kādambinī Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Alaknandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, all the three of her real sisters, whom the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Commission had declared Brahm Padminīs, had left their respective Brāhmañ husbands, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was still living with her ex husband Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.
She loved Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā very much.
She had love married him, and now she was suddenly his ‘mother’.
It was not easy to digest it.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was stunned how easily Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had accepted their new relationship.
I knew, unless I could shake her testimony, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, the defendant was going to be found guilty.
I had some surprises for the prosecution, yet it was obvious that the entire prosecution was heavily biased against my client.
I had to prove their bias legally.
And it was not easy.
There was hardly time to spring any surprise and capitalize on the confusion it would cause before five o’clock.
I couldn’t afford to flounder around, to struggle around, for twenty minutes with some aimless cross examination.
The already heavily biased jury would retire for the weekend firmly convinced that Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s testimony should be taken at face value.
District Attorney, Vibhā Trivédī, was smiling triumphantly, cunningly.
Her already impish back, forth, and again back movements of her glorious nude Trivédī Brāhmañ bottom became more impish and more fierce now.
Now, I wasn’t fucking the Trivédī Brahm Padminī District Attorney.
She was fucking me instead.
I addressed Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,” I smiled courteously.
“I object your honor, he may be the defense attorney in the present case, but, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is a Brahm Padminī. The defense attorney must pay proper respect to his rather new Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā wife. They may be husband and wife in their personal life, but here…”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was stunned.
Hey Bhagvān, God, the bloody District Attorney, Vibhā Trivédī, wants Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý to have her Golden night, hell, Golden Day instead, with the Brahm Hr’dayéshvar, Durgesh, right here in the Court.
It took most of her energy not to look horrified.
After all, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was a High Court Justice.
Wasn’t she?
“What do you want Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā asked Vibhā Trivédī respectfully.
“The honorable defense attorney must undress Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý and honor her by kissing her Brahm Padminī Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.” Vibhā Trivédī proposed politely.
I looked at the Judge.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at me gravely.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled at me sophisticatedly,
“Well, Bachhalyā Piyā, I think we should oblige the herself Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā District Attorney. Please, come on.”
The Courtroom was suddenly filled with beaming happiness and vivacity.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý suddenly stood, looked at Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý scornfully and tried to march out of the courtroom.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā stopped her.
He ordered the security incharge present there.
“Stop her. Nobody would leave the Court now until and unless Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is not honored completely by her BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ new Bachhalyā husband. It’s the order of the Court.”
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý smiled cunningly.
“It’s alright, security incharge. I assure the honorable Court that I was only going out to use ladies’ personal. I wasn’t leaving the court in any protest whatsoever the Court has suspected.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at her gravely.
“Very well, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý can use the ladies personal. The Court order is to stop anyone from disrespecting Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý.”
I projected my one more body.*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý greeted me.
“Why the hell did you surrender?” I whispered to her, “They are clearly blackmailing you. And you are, being even a High Court Justice…”
“I need you.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý whispered to me back, “Can’t you see what they are doing? Vibhā Trivédī isn’t a District Attorney only. She is the girl behind the campaign that made Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act possible.”
“What?”
“Thank God, she herself is Brahm Padminī and you are already fucking her now.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý put her beautiful arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips passionately.
“You must have given me a chance at least to save your love and honor.”
“Thank you.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý grabbed my Penis and squeezed it significantly, “But you can’t help me now any way. The Act has been enforced already. “Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, my husband is a law abiding citizen, and a finicky one exactly. You are trying to save my younger brother in law, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, and his wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, but they are already working on another scheme. Undress me.”
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,”
“Undress me, I say, before they suspect that we both don’t want to make love to each other. You are not helping Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā alone, you are even helping me too.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had herself started to undress me.
Soon we both were naked and hugging and kissing each other passionately.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was playing with my Penis.
I kissed her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Your body is still athletic.” I appreciated her body.
“We have to compete with the ever horniest Musalmān Beauties of yours. We have to take care of our bodies more if we really want to get a responsible life partner for us.”
“I understand.”
“They have their Panjvaqtah Namāz to take care of their already excellent ardent Musalmān female bodies in ever excellent shape. We have to do it by athletics.”
“I see.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý kissed my Penis, licked it and then started to suck it passionately.
I couldn’t believe she was performing an act only, for the benefit to others, to show them that she had accepted me her new Bachhalyā husband.
It was something more I was getting.
Eīshān, Does her body need my masculine response if not her brain even?*
District Attorney Vibhā Trivédī gritted through her teeth,
“The traitor.”
“What?” I penetrated her Brahm Padminī Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt fiercely with my rock hard Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.
It reached to the mouth of her womb.
“Hey Bhagvān,” Vibhā Trivédī controlled herself from screaming with tremendous efforts, “you keep forgetting that I am a Trivédī Brahm Padminī, Bachhalyā scoundrel. If you keep pounding into me this way, soon my Brahm Padminī Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt would not remain of any use of your ever savage Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.”
“Sālī,” I continued fucking Vibhā Trivédī as fiercely as before, “if you can’t even bear my ever strong, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund, into your ever delicate Trivédī Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunt, why the hell you helped Padminī Bhārgav in passing the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act? What do you think, the other Brahm Padminīs can bear it? They don’t have their Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunts as delicate as you yourself have?”
“As if Padminī Bhārgav is as democratic as you are,” Vibhā Trivédī said furiously, “if she had even suspected I don’t agree with her in her Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Project, she would have thrown me somewhere in so much darkness, I would have died struggling to get a ray of light even.”
“I see,” I said gravely, fucking her somewhat slowly now, “so you are not her friend because you have similar thoughts to Padminī Bhārgav? Instead, you are her friend in her right and wrong because you are afraid she’d destroy you otherwise?”
“Well,” Vibhā Trivédī said meekly, “I’d never accept it before Padminī Bhārgav, but between you and me, you are entirely correct. Thanks for fucking me moderately now. I can’t bear what your Practical Chief Wife Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can.”
I laughed.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is thirty two only, you idiot.”
“You forgive Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan for her ever aggressive nudism and feminism?”
“She is fighting successfully with the terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Musalmīn. She has even cuckolded them. Even the Musalmān Underworld has surrendered to her.”
Vibhā Trivédī laughed.
“Not, if it wasn’t afraid of Shankar Mahāpralayankar Bhaiyā.”
“You are right.” I admitted, “But Shankar Mahāpralayankar is also winning over the Musalmān Underworld because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always ready to back him in any manner right or wrong. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s milk shared brother. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ties Raxā Bandhan on his wrist every year without fail.”
“I know,” Vibhā Trivédī smiled affectionately, “most of us your women do. Shankar Mahāpralayankar Bhaiyā is our second biggest strength, after you. You are the first.”
“Thank you, Vibhā, leave Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā alone. Don’t punish him for what he hasn’t done.”
“Oh,”
“He hasn’t held up anyone ever.”
“How do you know?”
“Vibhā, Padminī is punishing him for not surrendering his Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī. You know it very well.”
“Don’t do it, Durgesh.” Vibhā Trivédī said gravely, “You don’t know your ever dear wife Padminī Bhārgav entirely. She has managed to pin even a murder on Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā.”
“Because he is not surrendering his extremely beautiful Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī?” I asked indignantly.
“You know your Bhārgav Brahm Padminī wife, Padminī Bhārgav, even more than I do. She is Brahm Padminī Lioness.”*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý soon fell on her back on witness bed.
She herself put her extremely beautiful Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ legs on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders, held my ever aggressive, ever sensitive Bachhalyā Lund in her hand and herself positioned it between her quivering Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt lips.
“Go ahead,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý invited me smiling gracefully, “please enter me, and oblige. Thanks for consenting to let me your permanent Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ wife, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā. Penetrate me and make me your Brahm Padminī Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahmmare for ever.”
I smiled, caressed her extremely beautiful, nude, Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ buttocks and pushed my Bachhalyā Lund into her excellent learned Brāhmañ Cunt.
It’s head went inside.
She sighed, smiling gratefully.
I pushed again.
It entered one fourth.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý winked at me sophisticatedly.
“Enjoying, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Sure,” I smiled proudly and pushed again.
It entered half of it.
It took two more thrusts to vanish inside completely.
“Thank you,” Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, smiled gratefully, immensely indebted as if, “please don’t move now for some time. Let it remain there fully embedded. Let me absorb the honor.”
“The pleasure is mine, darling.”
“Thank you. You are very kind, very polite.”
She let me start fucking her properly after at least one complete hour.
In immense ecstasy, my Bachhalyā Lund was visiting Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunt now pleasantly, yet proudly.
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,” I started cross examining her, “you have identified the defendant in this case as the man who perpetrated the hold up.”
“Yes, Durgesh, I mean, the Defense Attorney Sir.”
“When was the first time you saw the defendant?”*
Padminī Bhārgav was furious.
“What the hell do you think I am, a damn fool?”
“Padminī,” I said curtly, “I am your husband, not your subordinate. Am I?”
She put her extremely beautiful nude Brahm Padminī Bhārgav Brāhmañ legs on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders.
“You made Vibhā Trivédī talk to you. You made a traitor out of her.”
“Traitor?”
“What else? Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act is the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations now. It was a major Constitutional amendment, not a minor legal amendment.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled cunningly, “If you really admire our Democracy, even you can’t go against this major amendment in the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. You have to accept the entire Brahmāñīs who are Brahm Padminīs, yet were erroneously married to less worthy traditional Brāhmañs. They are your latest new Brahm Padminī wives, if you really respect our Democracy.”
She was smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said bitterly, “Almost sixty percent of the Brāhmañs are facing false criminal charges now through out the entire United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. They haven’t done any crime they are unjustifically charged with.”
“And most of them are represented by yourself,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “my own husband who doesn’t love me, only fucks me so that our Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog should not break.”
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said curtly, “I never knew you were so inhuman. You inherited more genes from your Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī perhaps, than from your ever respected Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī, His Excellency, Jamdagni Bhārgav.”
“Thank God,” Padminī Bhārgav smiled shrewdly, “if it’s really the case, how indebted I am to my Ammī, Her Excellency Dr. Al Tāhirah Al Kamāl. How enriched and how immensely developed her Al Tāhirah Creations are.”
“I would never let you punish the entire sixty percent innocent Brāhmañs of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, only because they had Brahm Padminī wives and either their Brahm Padminī wives don’t want to sacrifice their Satītv and Pātivratý to my genetically Bachhalyā lap, or their self respectful Brāhmañ husbands themselves.” I said, “Shame on you, Padminī Bhārgav. I am ashamed of you that you are my wife.”
“But how helpless you are, Durgesh, aren’t you?” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “you can’t even divorce me.”
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said curtly.
“Slap me,” she smiled.
“Shut up,”
“I have managed to change the Prosecuting District Attorney in the case of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. I’ve managed to remove my traitor friend Vibhā Trivédī. She is not prosecuting Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā any more.”
I looked at her incredulously.
“Barrister Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý is the new Prosecuting Authority of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, my dear husband.”
Chapter 12
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 10
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Chapter 10
Durgesh Nafīsah Salmān
Durgesh Brahm Mahimā Sharmā
Durgesh Prabhā Shuklā
Durgesh Umā Dīxit
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Vibhā Trivédī
Brahm Padminī Squad
Nafīsah Salmān walked, on her knees and elbows, down the sparkling corridor of the Hotel Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī.
I was on her gorgeous behind, as usual.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was penetrating her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt sophisticatedly.
She found the door of room number 787, knocked once, waited three seconds, knocked twice, waited three more seconds, then knocked three times.
There was a moment of silence.
Then Nafīsah Salmān heard the sound of steps in the room.
A key twisted in the lock and the door opened slightly.
A safety chain, designed to keep the door from being pushed open, held the opening to a narrow crack.
A pair of green feminine eyes surveyed Nafīsah Salmān.
Then, silently a feminine hand moved up to release the safety chain and the door opened.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit nodded but both of them were careful not to exchange the word of greeting until after Nafīsah Salmān and I were physically in the room.
The door was closed equally silently and locked.
Nafīsah Salmān smiled at Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
Every one there was nude.
I was fucking Brahm Mahimā Sharmā on the bed.
Her extremely beautiful Sharmā Brāhmañ legs were on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders and she was enjoying my Bachhalyā Lund proudly now into her Sharmā Brāhmañ Cunt, playing simultaneously with her extremely beautiful Sharmā Brāhmañ buttocks too.*
Prabhā Shuklā put safety chain into place and turned to Nafīsah Salmān.
“How are you, Buā Ammī? I didn’t know you were coming up.”
Umā Dīxit nodded in agreement with her ever best friend, Prabhā Shuklā.
However, neither Prabhā Shuklā was ashamed of what she did to her immensely ethical, immensely moral, Sharmā Brāhmañ Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, nor her ever best friend Umā Dīxit.
They were happy instead that they successfully made their Sharmā Brāhmañ Bhābhī fuck Durgesh.
Padminī Bhārgav wanted it done by hook or crook.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit did successfully what Padminī Bhārgav wanted them to do, irrespective of the fact what Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl had to face due to it.
“Don’t worry,” Padminī Bhārgav shoved her extremely stunning, extremely amazing, gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude male Bachhalyā lap, swallowed my entire Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund into her ever tight Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt, squeezed her Bhārgav Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund and smiled cunningly, “you both are selected for my Brahm Padminī Squad. You both are Brahm Padminīs, no doubt. But you have to complete your assignments too if you really want to remain in my Brahm Padminī Squad.”
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other and promised to complete the assignments allotted to them.
One of their assignments was to put their Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā for ever into my nude male Bachhalyā lap.
“Ghazālah Siddīqī would replace Brahm Mahimā Sharmā in your brother’s, Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl’s life.” Padminī Bhārgav announced, “We need your Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī in our Brahm Padminī Squad too.”*
Nafīsah Salmān watched both the Brahm Padminīs, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit.
They both were the exquisite example of Brāhmañ Beauties.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said,
“Their Ammīs are Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties, Ammī. Aren’t they? In fact, according to Hindu History itself, Ummil Åālmīn Hazrat Allāh Rabbil Åālmīn is the ever first Ummil Åālmīn. The entire infinite Brahm Jagdambās are even the especially projected bodies of the original Musalmān Ummahāt Al Åālmīn.”
Nafīsah Salmān looked helplessly at her ever ambitious daughter.
She was adamant to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
‘Every Muslimah is for a Hindu male at least, none else can even dream of her, let alone touch her.’ Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to say proudly.
“The Musalmīn are being cuckolded to their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives and Durgesh/their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ Hindu lover(s), because only Hindu males are made for Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sacred Musalmān women, not the Pseudo Musalmīn. Islam does mean peace and no Pseudo Musalmān is ever peaceful. They are either terrorists, or criminals, criminal minded at least. How the bastards deserve a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sacred Musalmān wife ever? Are you crazy?”
Nafīsah Salmān couldn’t answer her daughter.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never let her.
“I never imagined you were so selfish, Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to say contemptuously, “You want the Ever Best Hindu Husband for yourself, but not even a traditional Hindu husband for other more ever suffering Muslimahs. It’s a shame to be unable to forget that you are my Ammī.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” Nafīsah Salmān too said contemptuously, “Padminī Bhārgav claims only a Bachhalyā Penis when enters a Brāhmañ Vagina can provide Shaktipāt to a Brāhmañ woman, none else. She has invented Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement for it, a never ending Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī time cycle. Aren’t you doing the same thing proposing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
“I thought I’d look the setup over,” Nafīsah Salmān said to Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit, “How are things doing?”
“They are making almost every Brāhmañ Beauty a Brahm Jagdambā now.” Prabhā Shuklā said smiling cunningly, “You are right, Buā Ammī. It’s not a part of Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement even. It’s not even a part of Brahm Padminī Squad. It’s actually a part of Brahm Jagdambā Movement. Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī is not making a Brahm Padminī Squad. She is making every Brāhmañ Beauty a Brahm Jagdambā under the disguise of her Brahm Padminī Squad. Why the hell otherwise she assigned both of us to make Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī our co wife?”
Nafīsah Salmān controlled herself.
She tried her best not to lose her patience.
It was not a news to her.
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī had already warned her.
“Padminī Bhārgav is not after Brahm Padminī Squad, she is actually after a Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Squad to face Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements that are preparing Musalmān Ummahāt Al Åālmīn Squad actually, either this way or that way. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an ever shrewdest ever smooth politician now, but so is Padminī Bhārgav too.”
“Can’t you control Padminī Bhārgav, Umā, my child?” Nafīsah Salmān asked anxiously.
“I’m trying my best, Buā Ammī. But how the hell can we blame Padminī Bhārgav for it? Isn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doing the same thing under this disguise or that?”*
Late one evening, around 1:30 AM, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā finished watching a series of DVDs they had rented.
They were both barely awake as the final movie was ending, when suddenly they heard a knock on the sliding glass doors leading from their bedroom to the back yard.
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, instantly panicked and rolled off onto the floor in just her panties, dragging the bedspread with her to cover her breasts.
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā rolled in the opposite direction and grabbed his pepper spray from the night stand on his side of the bed.
As Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā crept towards the door, he saw a silhouette of whom he was pretty sure was Durgesh, I.
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā barely plucked the blinds back and sure enough he gave me a silly wave and smiled.
Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā knew I had a big date this very evening, but wondered why at 2 AM I would be knocking on their door.
As Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā slid the door open, I immediately began to apologize saying,
“I’m so sorry to bug you, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, but I saw your lights on and, well, I’m locked out next door.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā immediately told me to come in, and I glanced to his right seeing Prgyā Agnihotrī getting up off the floor with the bedspread tightly clutched to her chest.
I again began to apologize for the intrusion.
Pragyā Agnihotrī began asking a flurry of questions,
“Why would they lock you out? Don’t you have a key? I thought you had a big date tonight? How’d that go?”
Being very comfortable with Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā I explained,
“They locked me out because they are assholes. As far as my date, it went just like all the other great dates I’ve had recently… I heavily get laid every time.”
Pragyā Agnihotrī chuckled and said,
“If you keep getting laid on every first date, you’re setting yourself up for almost a male prostitute, instead of a Sex Therapist, don’tcha think?”
I smiled and replied,
“Well yes, but damn it, I’m 64 years old and have had sex infinite times in my life; and countless of those were with the new chicks usually, who insisted that I never wear a condom, but that I take it very slow so as not to break their female sexual organs. Then when I finished, I was to be ultra careful not to even take my Uncut Hindu Penis off unless I was five hours more inside her because
she said she can’t afford to lose me… Now, doesn’t that sound like a wild and satisfying sex life to you?”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā looked at each other and grinned as if to say,
“That was a little more information than we expected.”
Prgyā Agnihotrī jokingly said,
“Come here; at least I can give you a hug on that, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, I’m sorry. Please allow me.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā was dumbfounded.
Hey Bhagwān, God, his own 39 years old extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, hugging Durgesh, the Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā?
Does her Brahmāñī instinct is longing for Durgesh’s Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund?
Padminī Bhārgav has already asked him for his extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wife.
“You must think of entire great Brāhmañ community, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. You are already fifty. What the hell you need Pragyā Agnihotrī for, now?”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā was dumbfounded.
“Your Excellency, it’s a matter of my self pride, my honor…”
“Oh, come on,” Padminī Bhārgav said irritated, “Your wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, is a Brahm Padminī. We need Brahm Padminīs for our Brahm Padminī Squad. You can marry someone else who isn’t herself a Brahm Padminī.”
Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā said bitterly.
“So, my younger brother, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, was true? You are making the entire Brahm Padminīs Durgesh’s Brahm Padminī wives forever whether they themselves want it or not? Whether their duly married Brāhmañ husbands want them to sacrifice for your cause, or not? Is it a Democracy? ”*
For the past fifteen minutes it had been apparent that Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, was marking time skilfully.
She was shoving her nude exquisite Trivédī Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude Bachhalyā male lap, swallowing every time my ever strong, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund into her Trivédī Brāhmañ Choot.
I was fucking Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, because I had to, to follow the manners of Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations.
Vibhā Trivédī fumbled through papers, asked repetitious questions, and from time to time surreptitiously glanced at the clock on the wall of the courtroom.
Abruptly she straightened, constricted her Trivédī Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my incredibly hard Bachhalyā Lund, and announced cheerfully.
“That’s all.”
Her vaginal muscles squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund beyond normalcy.
I gritted through my teeth,
“Sālī, Trivédī Brāhmañ Bitch!”
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, smiled cunningly.
“Bachhalyā Piyā, this isn’t Ved Nagar. This is Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations. Your Musalmān Phuljađī Barristers can’t help you here.”
I grabbed her waist, pulled my Bachhalyā Lund until only its head remained in her Trivédī Brāhmañ Choot, and then shoved it back with my full Bachhalyā manly vigor.
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, jumped to bear the thrust, but I grabbed her waist again pulling her extremely gorgeous Brāhmañ bottom into my nude Bachhalyā male lap again.
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, squeezed her lower lip by her upper dental line, to control the involuntary scream ready to emit from her mouth.
It wasn’t good to her reputation to let it emit.
I realized the trap into which Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, had led me.
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, cooed with every politeness and every official courtesy,
“You may cross-examine, Bachhalyā Piyā.”
“If the court please,” I said affably, “it is twenty minutes to five on a Friday afternoon.”
“What of it, BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, asked in his most respectful manner.
“It’s obvious to the Court too, your honor,” I said politely, fucking Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, savagely, “that the Court might not care to interrupt my cross examination of this witness with an adjournment. My cross-examination will, I feel, be rather protracted, rather prolonged. It’s thoroughly necessary in the interest of justice to my already extremely harassed client, my cross-examination should not be interrupted.”
“I object your honor,” Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, cooed, “to the phrase ‘already extremely harassed client’. Every defendant feels that way. It doesn’t mean…”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, raised his hand,
“The objection is sustained, Ms. District Attorney. You don’t need to argue further.”
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, brought her right hand back, between her thighs, and squeezed my Bachhalyā balls playfully,
“Thank you, your honor.”
I enjoyed Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney’s gorgeous nude perky, heavy, big Brāhmañ buttocks being shoved to my nude male Bachhalyā lap repetitively, fucked her optimum, and played with her big Trivédī tits,
“May I be heard your honor?”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, looked at me gravely.
“BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ, you were requested by Rāj Kumārī Doctor Brahm Sītā Sharmā, the President of Sharmā Brāhmañ Creations herself not to defend the defendant, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. But you regretted her request, despite the fact that Madam President is your duly married wife too.”
“The defendant Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā has refused to sacrifice his Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī, for the cause of Brāhmañ community. It’s his fundamental human right.”
Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, smiled.
“It’s not the case at all, your honor. Moreover, the fundamental human rights differ widely from creations to creations, galaxies to galaxies, solar systems to solar systems, planets to planets and countries to countries. I myself was married to the President of Trivédī Brāhmañ Creations. But as soon as the United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations passed the resolution that in the interests of the people of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations it would not be benevolent to make Brahm Padminīs available to anyone else except BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ, my ever faithful Trivédī Brāhmañ husband immediately sacrificed me to now my Bachhalyā Piyā. Why couldn’t Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā himself sacrifice his Brahm Padminī wife to BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ? He is already fifty. What the hell can he get from his Brahm Padminī wife any more?”
“It’s his fundamental human right.” I said gravely.
“Not here. Not in the United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations anywhere. No Brahm Padminī is available now here, in the entire United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, to anyone except to you, Durgesh, BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ.” Vibhā Trivédī, the District Attorney, shouted angrily, “We need our every Brahm Padminī, every one, without even a single exception to meet a greater celestial catastrophe. We can’t spare even a single one. It’s not a verdict that was taken defeating the opposition. It was an unanimous decision of the Inter Creations Parliament of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. Every person that opposes it is a traitor, I say.”*
Padminī Bhārgav witnessed it all on Hyper 3D.
Vibhā Trivédī was her proud selection in Brahm Padminīs.
She really had brains too.
Padminī Bhārgav was not a damn fool to waste such a great Brahm Padminī talent.
Both Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī looked at each other.
Then both of them looked at Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār simultaneously.
“Now, we are alone, Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled gracefully.
Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār controlled himself.
He was astonished that ultimately Bhārgav Brahm Jagdambā Padminī Bhārgav had allowed him to visit United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
It was the sparkling capital of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav Nagar.
Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār hadn’t seen any City better, except Ved Nagar only.
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav Nagar was almost Ved Nagar itself.
Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār had come here directly from Karosiā Brahm Creations.
His extremely beautiful 1008 Brāhmañ secretaries were also with him, as well as his Brāhmañ Mahārānīs, Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit, etcetera.
Rājpitāmah CharmPratāp Charmkār was already there when Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār reached Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav Nagar.
“Sorry to stop you from starting discussions.” Vibhā Trivédī smiled, “Her Excellency prefers privacy in meetings.”
“I feel privileged.” Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār pulled his Ārý Samājī Charmkār Penis out of Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit’s still tight Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt till only its head was inside, then pushed it again entirely back, “We are honored that ultimately you accepted us as a negotiable political unit. Thank you very much.”
“It’s alright,” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “Rājpitāmah CharmPratāp Charmkār himself came here in person to decide the agenda of our negotiations. It was a great honor. We had to respond to it positively at least.”
Rājpitāmah CharmPratāp Charmkār smiled fucking Rājpitāmahī Mahārānī Brahm Vaishñavī Pāŧhak.
Padminī Bhārgav considered them silently for a few moments.
It was not easy to her to digest watching two Charmkār Penises were invading so many Brāhmañ Cunts before her own eyes.
But she had to negotiate with Rājpitāmah CharmPratāp Charmkār and Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār to get at least Brahm Padminīs for United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations’ own good.
It was not enough to break the marriages of entire Brahm Padminīs in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations only and make them Brahm Jagdambās legally whether they liked it or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was doing much more, very very much more to dominate BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs in Bachhalyā households.
Padminī Bhārgav had to bring entire Brahm Padminīs from everywhere, from entire Multiverse and make them Brahm Jagdambās.
It could not be done without establishing diplomatic relations with the political units that had Brahm Padminīs.
She had to make them to surrender entire Brahm Padminīs to United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations for ever.
Padminī Bhārgav was ready to give any reasonable price for them in exchange.
And she could give them plenty.
Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit, Rājmātā Brahméshvarī Kulkarñī, Rājmātā Mahārānī Brahmmālā Pāŧhak, and Rājmātā Mahārānī Sudéshñā Dubey were swallowing Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār’s strong Charmkār Penis into their beautiful Brāhmañ Cunts entirely and watching Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī swallowing my Multiversal Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund in their Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt and Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt proudly.
All the four Mahārānīs were feeling extremely jealous of Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī.
Was Mahārānī Viprmohinī Dīxit less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Was Rājmātā Brahméshvarī Kulkarñī less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Was Rājmātā Mahārānī Brahmmālā Pāŧhak less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Was Rājmātā Mahārānī Sudéshñā Dubey less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Was Rājpitāmahī Mahārānī Brahm Vaishñavī Pāŧhak less beautiful than Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī?
Certainly not.
Certainly not.
Then why Padminī Bhārgav and Vibhā Trivédī were Brahm Jagdambās and why they were Niyog Mahārānīs of a Charmkār Brahm Creation only?
Why they were condemned?
What the hell had they done after all?
Chapter 11
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 57
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Chapter 57
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim looked at me scornfully.
“I could never imagine, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd could give you excellent sex enough to protect her uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, and her cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to this extent.”
“Neither could I.” Al Lubnā Al Qāsim said scornfully too.
“He is only an Uncut Hindu Penis, nothing else.” Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim said, “He can do anything to fuck Musalmān Beauties. And if some extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies are available in a Musalmān household, Durgesh can conceive and stage any bloody legal hocus pocus to protect that entire damn Musalmān household.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
They kept silence.
None of them tried to say anything.
“Won’t you say anything?” Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim shouted at both Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā, “Does a Bachhalyā brain act only when the Bachhalyā Lund visits a Brāhmañ Cunt? Not, when it visits a Musalmān Cunt?”
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed ironically.
“Our ancestors used to say that we Musalmīn would have also converted entire India into Islam. But the Hindus successfully deceived us by telling us the Brāhmañs are the brain of the Hindus and the Rājpūts are the arms of them. Actually it wasn’t a fact at all. The Brāhmañs were only the ostensible brain of the Hindus and the Rājpūts were only the field warriors. The real brain of the Hindus were the ever indomitable Bachhalyās. The Hindus always kept this war secret successfully to themselves only.”
Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā smiled.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is outlining her theory only. She hasn’t produced any facts in support of her wildest theory until now.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
Her back and forth movements of her glorious Musalmān buttocks were being increased more and more, swallowing my ever increasingly lustful Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“My dear brother in law, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, competently protected by his ever efficient Hindu son in law, Durgesh, then slipped out of sight to drift along the side of the ship, pounding and hanging against the sides. He couldn’t be certain otherwise to waken witnesses. After all he had to disappear afterward, hadn’t he to?”
“You mean he used a rope for hanging and pounding to attract the attention of witnesses?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked his ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
“There are so many persons who have seen a rope on the deck that disappeared afterward.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “I was too one of them.”
“And how could you manage it?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was sarcastic.
“I could manage it, my dear husband, because I suspected him ever since he met Durgesh. I used our Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad to follow your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, nonstop continuous.”
“Because you are interested in his billions?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly.
“Why not?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said shamelessly, “Isn’t he your younger brother? Didn’t you help him ever in building his business?”
“If I could help him, I myself would have been a Billionaire.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ignored his comment deliberately.
“Let me hear more about the rope.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said sarcastically, “What does the rope have to do with it?”
“You are one of the most successful script writers in Ved Nagar Film Industry.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Can’t you yourself imagine it? Your younger brother had to go overboard, falling in a rather peculiar way. Then he had to be where his wife, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, would see him when she reached the bow of the ship. There’s quite an overhang on the bow of the ship that’s built along those trim lines. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be certain that the current couldn’t sweep him away until after Al Zohrah Al Bittol had seen him. Moreover, in addition to that, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be where he could have one hand out of the water and fire a gun. He had to be sure it went off. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t afford that gun to get wet or have the barrel filled with water. He had to drop off the ship in such a way that he could keep his right hand out of the water until after he’d fired the shot.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs watched his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife outlining her theory how I could have helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in escaping from his ever greedy relatives.
“And you mean that accounts for the rope?” His voice had appreciation now for his ever smart wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, despite the fact that he hated her now more and more.
Well, she was brilliant after all.
Wasn’t she?
“Sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said enthusiastically fucking me herself vigorously now. “The best way to have done all that was to have looped a twenty foot rope over the bow of the ship. Then when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim leaned over the side, he could manage to fall in just that particular manner.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe his own wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, was such a brilliant Musalmān Beauty.
She was describing in detail how could have I saved his younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, she was so against of.
He forgot she was fucking me.
Her exquisite gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were filling my nude Hindu male lap again and again.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis was vanishing into his extraordinary smart extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with her glamorous bottom’s every back and forth motion.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, your younger brother, could hit the water with a splash. He’d have hold of the rope with his left hand and the gun would be held in his right hand.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said ironically, “He’d fire the gun then let go one end of the rope down with him. Then he only needed to kick himself up the current and the confused motions of a wounded swimmer would keep him in just the position he wanted until he looked up and saw his wife, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, looking down at him. Then he could drift along the side off the ship.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs murmured to himself involuntarily.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a swimming champion in various swimming clubs’ swimming contests. Durgesh planned knowing his capacity of swimming fully.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“There you are my dear husband.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“He decided to die to get rid of us. But when a person dies, there are certain formalities that have to be taken care of before he’s marked dead officially. Someone has to see the body and identify it. Durgesh used Al Zohrah Al Bittol, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wife, for it. Her anticipatory bail had already been taken to protect her. Everything in the planning is so efficiently taken care of that it almost bears Durgesh’s signature. No one except Durgesh could have even conceived this plan. It’s so legally perfect. Isn’t it?”
Everyone present there looked at me with immense appreciation in his/her eyes for me.
I smiled non-committal.
There was no use in contradiction.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was too obsessed with her logic.
The others were too impressed by her reasoning.
“You see why Durgesh’s ship itself was chosen for it. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim could practice his ostensible murder in this way more efficiently than with another ship/yacht. Durgesh has been known for his unique ship for years now. The pictures of his ‘yacht’ have been published already in all the yachting magazines. If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim could get aboard this ‘yacht’ and leave Durgesh himself to do the explaining to the police… Get it, my dear husband?”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her gravely.
“I’m beginning to. But even if it was so, what’s wrong there Durgesh has done? Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wanted to get rid of us. He is authorized to do so. You haven’t done anything so far in his favor. You always did everything against him and my daughter Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t want our interference in his life any more. Well, he was authorized to do so.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him furiously.
“You are a damn fool. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim knew very well he could never in the world have got a dime out of Durgesh until the escrow was closed. Durgesh would have demanded a quitclaim deed from Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim jointly, then given them an order on the escrow. Therefore, by playing it this way, and leaving the case wide open, Durgesh convinced Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to feel certain the true facts would never have been even suspected let alone uncovered.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her sarcastically.
“Can you prove anything of this wildest theory of yours?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled approvingly.
“That’s the point. When Durgesh, the legal wizard, plans something it’s not easy to find some hole in it.”
“But,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled cunningly, “it’s a legal problem we have to face. If we can’t establish what you have theorized so skillfully, what’s the hell use of your such a wonderful interpretation of the facts?”
“I know,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus contracted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “the proof lies in the fact that your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, couldn’t do it without an accomplice. He needed someone to help him out. Someone, who was camped downstream with a rowboat anchored out of the deep channel but where the current was strong. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim must have kicked past the side of the boat, then gone on downstream, swimming under water, come up to the surface, quit swimming, turned over on his back and floated until he saw the signal of his accomplice on the rowboat.”
“Signal?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t deny he was appreciating his enormously smart wife mentally, despite his every effort to hate her.
She was brilliant.
She was smart.
But, so was almost every Musalmān Beauty he met until now that fucked Durgesh either or Durgesh himself fucked her.
Allah!
Does Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inject wisdom, prudence and smartness even in a Musalmān Beauty when he fucks her?
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe it was even possible.
Then?
“Sure,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus answered him, “probably a shielded flashlight.”
Allah, she had answer to every question.
Hadn’t she?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus continued.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, your younger brother, climbed aboard over the stern of the rowboat. His accomplice promptly cut loose from his anchor and silently sculled, rowed, paddled, propelled or canoed the boat to shore where they had an auto waiting.”
“Theory again.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs objected, “I was asking of proof.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was as obsessed with her theory as she didn’t even pay any attention to what Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had said.
She continued to say in her enthusiasm.
“They’ll be working according to a tight little schedule. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim will be on an airplane headed for some Islamic country or perhaps some place in Mexico.”
“Mexico?”
“Sure. He has his numerous friends there. Hasn’t he?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs murmured.
“You have a point there.”
“Do you know who is his accomplice?”
“Hell, no.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs grimaced.
“Your lovely, now again extremely beautiful ex-wife, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exploded her bomb shell.*
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd turned the canoe, sent it swiftly to the exhausted Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Get in.” she said, “Climb in over the bow so you don’t upset us.”
“Thank you, Bhābhījān.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in an entirely exhausted voice.
It wasn’t easy to reach the canoe without coming in the eyes of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement Musalmān lady commandos.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was very harsh on Criminal/Criminal Minded Musalmīn.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s faithful friend.
Of course, Durgesh was with Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, but even then, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd were no match for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female intellect.
Well, he wasn’t sure still whether Muħammad bin Qāsim could hold the fort successfully now, behind him.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim glanced over his shoulder to look at Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and me, a swift, desperate appraisal.
Then, he raised his right hand, then left, then catching hold of the bow with both the hands, one on each side, he raised himself with a powerful thrust of strong Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān arms.
He came over the bow, sliding along to lie momentarily flat on his stomach, kicking his legs clear of the water.
“I hope Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement’s ever dangerous Musalmān lady commandos haven’t seen me.” He said breathlessly.
“Āmīn.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said.
“ÉVmastu!” I also said, “Tathāstu!”
“I don’t think even now, it’d be easy to establish that I’ve been really murdered.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would never leave any stone unturned to prove the contrary.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said pushing her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back in my nude Hindu male lap.
My Uncut Hindu Penis again vanished entirely into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim rolled over with a swift lithe motion, doubled his knees in under him, pulled down his wet dress and gasped.
Even then he didn’t fail to notice that I was paddling like hell.
He couldn’t decide whether my Uncut Hindu Penis was vanishing fast into his Bhābhījān, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt or I was paddling fast.
His followers had flashlights.
Everyone of them were trained commandos after all.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Wasn’t she?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was paying a large fee to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Even if Durgesh was against the movement, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was with them.
The questing beams of the flashlights circled out over the dark waters.
One of the more powerful flashlights caught the canoe.
I promptly ceased paddling, kept my back turned, my face down and said to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Keep your head down.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim obeyed instantly.
From the direction of my ship, came the sputtering sound of a motor, then a choking back fire, followed by a sudden roar of staccato explosions.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was instantaneously alert.
“Allah,” he said, “they are prepared for everything. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān has perhaps anticipated our every move already. They have got one of the speedboats going. We have to reach quickly to our other yachts there.”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is right Durgesh.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said, “Give it everything you have. Quick. We can’t afford to let them catch us here.”
“That’s why I proposed speedboat myself. But you insisted on canoe.”
“Speedboats make noise.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis by her vaginal muscles, “Hear yourself.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“My dear husband, I’ve instructed my reliable detectives from Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement to scrutinize the passengers who go out on airplanes. I want them to cover the morning outgoing trains at the depot. I want detectives to comb the river bank and see if they can find some trace of Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd who rented a rowboat/canoe. Above all, my dear husband, if the scheme worked out according to schedule, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim must have changed from his wet clothes to dry clothes in Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s automobile. I want to get hold of her automobile and see if we can find Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wet clothes. That’s why I’m in a hurry and that’s why we have got to work fast.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs didn’t say anything for a moment.
Then he smiled.
“You think Durgesh hadn’t anticipated already what you can do? He hasn’t already checkmated your every possible move? Well, my dear wife, then you don’t know Durgesh properly, even while he is fucking you.”
Chapter 58
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 16
Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Jamāl
Durgesh Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm
Aħmad Nadīm
Durgesh Rizwānah Nadīm
Aħmad Ħabīb
Aħmad Ħabīb laughed at Aħmad Nadīm.
“Do you still believe Durgesh doesn’t fuck your wife, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl?”
Aħmad Nadīm smiled.
“It was my fault, Aħmad Ħabīb.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nadīm Mansion is rather a large house. More than ten thousand tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies live there.”
Aħmad Ħabīb didn’t say anything.
He watched Aħmad Nadīm trying to understand his predicament.
Durgesh had hit Aħmad Nadīm almost everywhere.
Even then, Aħmad Nadīm was not against Durgesh.
He was still praising him.
“Do you remember why I took Durgesh to my Nadīm Mansion?”
Aħmad Ħabīb remembered.*
Muħammad Åbdullah could not believe what Aħmad Nadīm had suggested.
“Are you crazy?”
“Are you?”
“What?”
“Didn’t you yourself requested Durgesh to fuck your extremely beautiful sixteen real sisters? Were you too crazy then?”
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Aħmad Nadīm gravely.
“That was an entirely different matter, Aħmad Nadīm. All my sixteen sisters were too beautiful to digest their exceedingly extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty. They were so proud of it that they wanted to exhibit it to everyone.”
“I know.” Aħmad Nadīm said sympathetically.
“All of them were proud nudists feminists. I knew no Musalmān was as crazy as to marry any of them. My sisters were themselves against marriage institution ab initio. What the hell else could I do? If I hadn’t requested Durgesh to have Live in relationship with them, they might have become sluts despite their so much divine extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.”
“You are right.” Aħmad Nadīm nodded understandingly, “I too have a similar problem. Not exactly identical with yours, but nevertheless identical somewhat at least.”*
I looked down when Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, said,
“Get some cash from my purse.” She wasn’t looking up any more, but when I looked down, I saw that her robe had ridden up a little and I saw part of her inner thigh where her legs were curled up under her sideways.
“It’s no problem, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife. I’ll get it.” For some reason I looked over at Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm and she had this impish grin on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face before turning back to the television.
“No, let me get it. You don’t need to buy dinner.”
I relented and ordered over the phone before heading out to pick up dinner.
“Want some company?” Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm asked, sitting up on the couch.
“I don’t know. I hate to leave Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, here alone right now.”
“I’ll be fine, Durgesh. Go ahead,” Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, insisted.
“Great!” said Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, popping up off the couch before walking to the front door to slip on her flip-flops.
I followed her out the front, locking the door behind me.
It made me feel better since Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, was alone.
We had replaced all the locks after she kicked Aħmad Nadīm out so he couldn’t come in on his own without breaking down the door or kicking in a window.
And we added a monitored alarm system.
We got into my limousine and we weren’t even out of the cul-de-sac when Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm said,
“Aħmad Nadīm’s a real shitball, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I can’t believe he would treat Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, that way. He never knew what he had.”
“No, I guess not. But some guys are assholes.”
“But we know what he had, don’t we?” She stopped looking out the window and looked at me instead.
“Uh…I guess.”
“Gimme a break. You guess. Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife’s the total package! She’s generous and loving, she’s in great shape. And she’s beautiful. Don’t you think?”
“I don’t know. She’s Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife.” This drew a snicker. “What? Why are you laughing?”
“It’s okay to say your friend’s wife’s pretty. I think she’s pretty.”
“Yeah, I guess she’s pretty.” Another snicker.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“What? Yeah…I guess. Yeah, you’re pretty.”
“Who’s prettier? Me or Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife?”
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, come on.”
“What?” she laughed. “Just answer the question, Durgesh.”
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, seriously. Stop.” I was getting somewhat irate now.
“Okay, just answer that one question and I’ll stop. Me or Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife?”
I sighed and drove quietly for a minute.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm didn’t say a word. She could tell I wasn’t ignoring her, but was thinking.
“Well…I can’t say one of you is prettier than the other. You’re both pretty in different ways. I mean…that didn’t come out right…you’re both beautiful. But you look so different that I can’t just say one of you is prettier. There’s stuff about both of you that I like, but I can’t just say that either of you is prettier than the other one.” I looked over at her for just a second to see how she responded.
“Good answer. I can live with that.” Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm nodded and just looked out the window for the next couple of minutes while we approached the shopping center.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm chose to wait in the car while I went in and picked up the sandwiches and two big styrofoam boxes of fries.
When I got in the car I handed the bag to Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm who set it on her lap.
She didn’t say anything until I turned out onto the main road.
“You know I think you look good, too,” she muttered.
“What was that?” I asked, not sure what I heard.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm cleared her throat.
“I said you look good, too. My friends always said you were hot. I don’t disagree.” I looked at her, but she was still looking out her side window.
I just laughed a little to myself and shook my head.
“Are your friends crazy? I’m sixty four already. Too big for them. Isn’t it? Well…thanks…anyway.”
“What? You are. Even if you are really sixty four, we doubt very much however that.You’re well-built, have nice eyes, funny, and you’re super sweet. Like the way you have always taken care of Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, and me. It’s nice. All that stuff is very sexy. That’s the kind of stuff women want in a man. Face it, Durgesh,” she laughed, “you’re all that and a bag of Funyuns.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes.
“This isn’t awkward at all, coming from my friend’s daughter.”
She just looked away again, and said,
“Well it’s still true. And it isn’t any issue at all that you are sixty four and my friends and myself are teenagers. It doesn’t make any difference at all. We love experienced male, instead of a male child that’s as inexperienced as we ourselves are. Never forget we are ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān. Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā deliberately married Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam, six times to her in age. We have our Īmān on it that it was an ideal marriage. Every Musalmān has the same faith, if s/he is really a Musalmān.”
Nothing was said for a few miles before Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm said,
“Allah, God, this bag is hot on my legs. Feel this.” Before I could respond, she grabbed my free hand which was resting on the arm rest, lifted the bag, and put my hand on her upper thigh, right up against her shorts. “See? Feel how hot I am?”
“Yeah…uh…” I tried to move my hand, but Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm pressed her hand into mine and kept it there.
I was getting a little turned on, especially after my recent shower-vision, but I still had to maintain some control.
I had to fight to keep from squeezing her extremely beautiful smooth perfectly round hot Musalmān thigh.
I hoped that when I got out I wouldn’t have an erection, or at the very least, that Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm wouldn’t notice that I had one.
Well, I myself smiled on my hope against hope.
No Musalmān Beauty, no extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady, ever unnoticed my Hindu erection for her.
Neither even acted so.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm finally let me move my hand when we entered our neighborhood, and when we got out of the car, I had a definite tent pole.
My shorts attested to the fact.
And, Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm had teasingly, deliberately, offered to carry the food and got out of the car before I could object.
I had no help there too.
“Come on, slowpoke. Ammī is waiting.” She enjoyed my extremely obvious Hindu erection for her, teasing me immensely.
I rounded the car.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes immediately shot to my Hindu crotch and she impishly smiled as she turned to walk toward the house.
Do her extremely beautiful Musalmān buttocks always move that much?
Dammit, Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm!
I caught up and unlocked the front door, but while I turned to lock it from the inside, I heard Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm blurt out,
“Ammī, Durgesh thinks we’re hot!”
Eīshān!
“What?!” I heard the recliner springs pop as it swiveled around. “Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, what are you talking about?” she laughed.
I walked into the living room right about then and Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm gave me that killer smile that she had always given me when she’s teasing me.
“Weeeelllll, we were talking in the car about how much Aħmad Nadīm didn’t know what he had in you, and Durgesh said you were hot…”
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm,” I tried to interrupt.
“…so I asked him who was hotter, you or me…
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm!” Louder this time.
“…and he couldn’t decide. Right, Durgesh?” She and Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, both just looked at me and my face was suddenly hot.
“Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife…” I stammered, “…see…that’s not correct …Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm herself called Aħmad Nadīm a shitball and said he didn’t know what he had. I only agreed. Then SHE said you were pretty and asked if I agreed. I said I did, and she started asking who was prettier, her or you, and I said neither. You’re both pretty, but I couldn’t compare because you’re so different. There. That’s what happened.”
Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, smiled and looked back and forth between Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm and me.
Then they both started laughing.
I was smiled too, but Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, got up, came around the counter as she laughed and kissed me on the cheek, saying,
“You’re sweet.”
She patted my hand.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm walked up.
Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said,
“And so are you, even though you’re a stinker! Don’t do that to Durgesh.”
She smacked Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm on the rear end playfully and walked to the refrigerator.
When Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, turned to go to the fridge, Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm got in front of me to get glasses out of the cabinet and pressed her tremendously striking smooth perfectly round hot Musalmān ass against my Hindu crotch as she reached.
I was still semi-hard, but that wasn’t enough for her apparently because she wiggled her extremely beautiful Musalmān buttocks back and forth, rubbing her butt against me, just for a second.
But it was there.
I backed up teasing her impishly.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled before looking down at my Hindu crotch for a second.
She looked back into my eyes for a Moment still smiling, before retrieving the glasses and taking them over to fill with ice.
Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, poured the soda while I unwrapped the cheese steaks and divided the fries on each of the three paper plates.
“OH! Here’s something else we talked about, Ammī!”
I looked up, cautious, the video of our trip replaying in my mind.
I could determine what she was going to talk about.
“Don’t say anything that’s going to embarrass him, baby,” Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, said.
“I don’t know why he would be embarrassed. All I said was that a lot of my friends thought he was cute and that I thought that any tremendously striking hot Musalmān girl would be lucky to have Durgesh.”
“Mmm, that doesn’t sound so bad.” Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, looked at me. “Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm’s right, Durgesh. You invariably make a young Musalmān lady very happy.” Her voice seemed a little sad.
“Or maybe even an older Musalmān Beauty,” Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm winked.
She quickly looked at me before shifting her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes to Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, and back, and wriggled her eyebrows before bursting out laughing as my eyes got wide.
Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, just laughed along, missing it, and said,
“Or an older Musalmān Beauty, if that’s what you want.” She looked up at me from pouring drinks. “Is that what you’re into? Older Musalmān Beauties?”
“I… I don’t know! Eīshān, God! Why are you both…just…damn you!” I marched out of the kitchen and went up to my room, slamming the door behind me.
I paced back and forth wondering how the hell I was supposed to get out of this.
What did Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm want from me?
Why was she teasing me?
What did Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, know?
How did all this start?
My thoughts were swimming aimlessly and I felt completely out of control.
I was somewhat exhausted from the day.
It wasn’t long before there was a knock on my door.
“What?” I snapped.
The door opened a little bit, slowly and Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm peeked through the crack, gradually sliding her head through as she opened the door further.
“Durgesh?” she asked timidly. “Can I come in?”
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes were full of sadness, not like the Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm I saw just a few minutes ago.
“What, Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm?” I asked.
She opened the door and kept one hand on the knob, her other hand tracing the hem of her shorts idly.
“I’m sorry I made you mad. I didn’t mean to. I was just playing.”
Turning to look at her, between paces, I asked,
“Why the hell did you go and tell Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, about our talk in the car? As a matter of fact, what was all that talk in the car anyway? What were you thinking?”
“Listen, Durgesh, I know I shouldn’t have pushed you like that and I was out of line. I promise we can talk about it later tonight, but right now, Ammī’s waiting for us. She sent me up here to apologize. Please forgive me.” She had her puppy dog eyes on.
I sighed and nodded.
“You know I can’t stay mad at you.”
Her puppy pout always made me smile and she knew it.
She smiled back and ran to hug me, saying,
“Thank you, Durgesh.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed me, and my arms automatically wrapped around her shoulders.
Her hair had that chronic smell of some kind of fruity shampoo and chlorine.
I loved it.
I kissed her on the head, which wasn’t uncommon, and served to let her know I was sincere in my acceptance.
She backed up and quickly planted a quick kiss on my lips before turning and quickly leaving my room.
“But we’re still talking later, right?” I called after her.
She was in the hall, but her head whipped back into the door with a big smile and she said, “Promise” before waving and disappearing around the Corner again.
I rolled my eyes and followed her downstairs, feeling a little better, but still uneasy.
When I grabbed my plate and glass to sit on the couch, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, asked if I was all right.
I smiled at her and said,
“Just a tough day. I’ll be okay.”
She had a sorrowful look on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
“I’m sorry, Durgesh.”
“It’s okay, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife. Not your fault.” I cleared my throat and looked away.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes had started tearing up.
“What are we watching?” I asked more cheerfully, trying to change the mood.
They had decided on not only a comedy, but one of my favorites.
I knew they were doing it for me and was grateful.
The cheese steaks were delicious as always and the movie put us all in a lighter mood.
I knew they enjoyed it because they laughed more as great lines were approaching and even quoted along with the movie, something my friend,Aħmad Nadīm, used to abhor.
“Shut the fuck up,” he would slur, his beer or bourbon swinging in his hand.
As if he could follow or remember the movie anyway.
We had enjoyed our movies a lot more this year with him gone.
When the movie was over, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, was clearly exhausted.
She had a habit of falling asleep during movies, but not tonight.
Somehow.
“I’m turning in,” she said. “You guys lock up for me?” she asked as she got out of her chair.
“Sure, Ammī,” Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm said.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm and I stood up so Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, wouldn’t have to bend down, and Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, kissed us each on the cheek and told us she loved us.
We returned it of course.
She shuffled upstairs as Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm gathered the glasses to wash in the sink.
She turned on the water and I leaned up against the counter while she waited for the water to heat up.
“Well,” I said, “what’s up?”
She knew what I meant.
“Here? Now?”
“Right here. Right now. Spill it.”
She sighed as she squirted soap onto the sponge and picked up the first glass.
“How do I start?” A pause. “Okay. I don’t want you to be mad or embarrassed because I’m not.”
“I’ll try.”
She began washing the glasses, never looking at me as she told the story.
“Today when I saw you with Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, taking care of her, my heart broke. But when you told me what you did to Aħmad Nadīm, I fell over the edge.”
“The edge…”
“Let me finish,” she cut me off. “This is hard enough as it is. I’ve always looked up to you, Durgesh.”
I thought that first glass should have been clean by now, but she continued to scrub. “My friends would tease me about how cute you were, but I would just laugh and roll my eyes as they went on about you. But the truth was that I knew they were right. They talked about how cute you were, and how sweet, but I knew the real Durgesh. They were only scratching the surface of who you were. Are.
“You have always been my cheerleader. My support. Whenever I would look up in the stands at my games and meets, it was always you and Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife. Never Aħmad Nadīm. Every goal I scored or every time my name was called, you two were always on your feet, cheering and lots of times calling my name. I remember some of the posters you made for my games. I think one of the things that stood out the most, though, was when Tribhuvan broke up with me right before homecoming. Even though you had graduated, you came home and took me to the dance because it was my senior year and I wanted to go so bad.” She was tearing up a little bit.
I put my hand on her shoulder.
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, I didn’t…”
“No, it’s okay, Durgesh.” She finally moved to a second glass. “Besides…I’ve seen the way you look at me.” She looked up at me “In my bikini. In my homecoming dress. And tonight when I was lying on the couch. I know how you feel about me, Durgesh.”
My face got grave again.
I didn’t say or respond.
I didn’t say she was wrong, but I kept my feelings a secret.
I kept to myself how truly beautiful I thought my friend’s daughter was.
She has always been very perceptive.
She didn’t look upset.
I took a small step which put me right on top of her.
She turned toward me.
Expectantly?
I placed my hand on the side of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She bit her lip.
I leaned down and gently touched my lips to hers.
Only for a Moment.
Her lips were soft, so soft.
She didn’t back away or push me back at all.
It seemed as if she relaxed into it, instead.
I pulled back a little to look into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes.
She smiled just a little and she turned to place the sponge and glass in the sink.
Wiping the suds on her hands on the front of her shirt, she leaned in and placed her arms around my neck.
I kissed her again.
My mouth opened slightly, mirroring her own, and I gently slid the tip of my tongue along her upper lip.
She shuddered and moaned before her own tongue touched mine.
Our kiss escalated to apprehensively exploring each other with our writhing pink muscles.
She was a great kisser.
My arms caressed her back and waist and I couldn’t help but grow in my shorts.
My friend’s daughter moaned into my mouth and pressed herself harder against me.
One arm quickly moved off my neck and I almost immediately felt her hand on my Hindu crotch, searching me out.
I broke off the kiss and backed away. “No…we shouldn’t.”
She never took her hand off and she followed me forward.
“Yes. We must.” She reached up to kiss me again and I let her, but came to my senses again quickly.
“Not here.” I looked around.
“Ammī?” She understood and smiled.
“Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, your Ammī, sure.” I repeated.
“Get the lights. I’ll finish these glasses.” She scrubbed the last two glasses in record time, rinsing them and placing them in the drainer just as I finished turning off the last lamp.
She was waiting for me at the hall to the foyer and she practically dragged me toward the front door.
I checked the lock and set the alarm before we hurried toward the stairs, hand in hand.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm had a giddiness to her step and a huge smile on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I was behind her.
Was this really happening?
I chased her up the stairs and she headed to my room.
“Wait,” I said. “Let’s use your room.”
“My bed creaks.”
“My room is right next to Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife’s. She might hear us.”
She seemed to think about it for half a second. “You’re right. My room.” She pushed me back a couple steps, and turned into her room.
I closed the door.
She had never really progressed in her decorations.
Over the years she had moved from Disney princesses on her bedspread and posters, to kittens, to boy bands, and now she was at peace signs and Olympic athletes, particularly swimmers and soccer players.
But her bedding was generic, the walls were the same bright green they had been for years, and she still had a shelf of her most beloved stuffed animals and Disney autograph books from her childhood trip.
She got so many pictures and autographs from the characters that she had to get a second book after the third day and that one was almost full as well.
“How are we gonna do this?” I asked.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm was bouncing on her toes, obviously nervous and excited.
I had seen her do this countless times growing up.
Just before she stepped onto the starting block.
While waiting for her name to run onto the soccer field. Waiting for her prom date. And waiting for Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, to open her acceptance, or rejection, letter from college.
She looked around and said,
“OH! Wait! She grabbed the Corner of her bedspread and yanked it onto the floor, then tossed all four pillows onto it.
“Spread this out,” she said as she passed me to get to her closet.
I did as she requested, and while I was still working, her purple velour blanket landed in the middle of it, still folded, albeit loosely after the landing.
I looked up at her with a smile.
Still bouncing.
I spread the blanket out over the bedspread and before I got the Corner straight, she was on the blanket, kneeling close to me.
I barely caught myself when she jumped on me, but we were quickly locked in a heated embrace, tongues wrestling freely now, no pretense or trepidation.
We both knew how we felt and both knew what we wanted.
Now was not the time to be shy.
She again returned her hand to my Hindu crotch and quickly found my erection, which was painfully hanging down to the left, though struggling to find its way upward against my shorts and boxers.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm was grabbing at it and it felt like she was trying to bend it up.
“Ow!” I whispered.
She stopped and leaned back a little.
“What’d I do?”
“It’s just…it doesn’t bend that way.” She watched as I reached down and rotated it up to the 12 o’clock from the 5 as if I was turning back the hands of a clock. “There,” I smiled, “that’s better.”
She smiled and kissed me again, this time her hand readily finding my Uncut Hindu Lund she was looking for, resting comfortably against my Hindu stomach.
She stroked it gently and freely, exploring and hopefully becoming more comfortable.
I have to admit she was doing a good job and I began to breathe heavily.
Yet I never let out the occasional involuntary moan others let out.
It showed weakness.
It was a blunder for a man to let a woman/women know about his shortcomings even if he has any.
Of course, a man is too a human being.
Both men and women have their own shortcomings.
But neither of them ever wants to accept it as a fact.
Most of the women, in my life, hated and even cheated their husbands for their human shortcomings.
They wanted their man an ideal one, even if they themselves were not.
They had numerous excuses for why they themselves were not as ideal the women as their husbands wanted them to be.
Nevertheless, they never excused their husbands for any similar shortcomings they had.
They enjoyed sex with me more, because they did never find any shortcomings in me, their foolish husbands either couldn’t get rid of, or couldn’t hide successfully from them.
Chapter 17
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 55
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Chapter 55
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly let my entire Uncut Hindu Penis come out of her extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
I was surprised.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced to take my immensely anointed Uncut Hindu Penis into her Musalmān mouth, but Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again beat her.
She pushed her gorgeous Musalmān bottom back again.
I suddenly understood what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was after, but it was too late to stop her.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned my Uncut Hindu Penis between her glorious ardent Musalmān ass cheeks and pushed back with her entire strength.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was immensely lubricated already.
It entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the hilt.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus!” I said immensely surprised, “Are you crazy?”
“Squeeze my boobs, please!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at me.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suddenly realized what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing with me.
He jumped immediately and shouted,
“What the hell?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“You don’t have any objection if Durgesh fucks me in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Isn’t it? Now, what about it? Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is visiting deepest your wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass now. Come on, watch yourself.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was dumbfounded.
He could not believe his own eyes.
But, yes, it was true.
It wasn’t any bloody nightmare whatsoever.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was really inside his wife’s exquisite immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying it there proudly.
“W…w…what do you want?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was suddenly full of tears.
He could not believe he was really weeping.
Allah!
It was immense humiliation.
He could not believe he was cuckolded ultimately by his own wife he loved more than himself.
“Come on, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you have already licked my extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt after I had an orgasm. Haven’t you? Come on, clean it once more.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was asking him to lick her cunt and clean it.
Yes, he had done it so many times before, but not because he loved to lick her cunt.
It was a compensation to her actually that he could not make her to have an orgasm while fucking her.
He offered her to bring it by licking her cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had succeeded too.
He could not fuck her to have an orgasm, but he could lick her to have an orgasm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had charged him that he was semi impotent.
His cut Musalmān nūnī didn’t have the proper strength to make her have an orgasm, but his tongue was superb.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed.
“How many cunts have you licked, cunt licker?”
“What?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was furious.
“The expertise your tongue has in licking my cunt couldn’t be developed first time, neither even in a single instance. It’s been developed in a long practice. Hey, did you do it with your girlfriends too?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was startled.
What the hell could he do?
He watched Durgesh fucking his sisters and cousins.
He masturbated while watching them.
His cut Musalmān nūnī lost its strength gradually.
Once his sister, Al Nādirah Al Quddūs, caught him masturbating while I was fucking her.
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs made him to lick her cunt after I fucked her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hadn’t another alternative.
He did it to please his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī.
“If I clean you every time after Durgesh fucks you, would you allow me to watch and masturbate right there where Durgesh fucks you?”
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī laughed.
“Hey, you loved it, didn’t you, instead of hating it? It wasn’t a punishment to you. It was a reward instead. Wasn’t it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled triumphantly.
“Yes, Bājī. Will you please allow me?”
We allowed him.
Yes, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was expert in tongue fucking.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was weak, but his tongue was a miracle.
After his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī his other sisters also allowed him.
His cousins too allowed him gradually.
Then even his Ammī allowed him when she managed Durgesh to fuck her, blackmailing her own daughters.
Was his family unconventional?
Well, let it be.
Who the hell cares?*
Once they arranged group sex with Durgesh on their Ammī’s birthday.
Their lady-friends were also invited.
Durgesh undressed all of them.
Ammī undressed Durgesh.
Then she played with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund while Durgesh was kissing their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.
Ammī sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and swallowed his entire Hindu Vīrý.
So did the others.
Durgesh fucked all of them, one by one.
What a man.
What an amazing man.
None of them was unsatisfied.
Durgesh fucked all of them to their heart’s content.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs licked all of them.
They had different tastes.
Yet, Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý was common.
And it made all of them taste superb.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised immensely to find out how many Musalmān Beauties, how many Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh, despite his unwillingness even.
Durgesh was a Hindu male slut for Musalmān Beauties and sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies too.
He could not believe what he witnessed himself.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me.
“No motion for somewhat half an hour, Durgesh, please! It was my long nourished dream to have your Uncut Hindu Penis into my ardent Musalmān ass buried to the hilt. You may call it a pervert desire, but let it get fulfilled anyway.”
Her ardent Musalmān anal muscles had gripped my Uncut Hindu Penis strongly, vehemently.
I smiled my assurance to her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had started to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt already.
At first he wanted to object but he realized the futility of the step.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had raised her status ultimately.
She wasn’t now a shill, a hostess of any damn gambling house at Las Vegas, Nevada.
She was at least Durgesh’s mistress now.
And Durgesh was the most powerful man now everywhere.
He was not only a multi zillionaire now, he was the Mayor of Ved Nagar too.
Of course, he wasn’t the President or Prime Minister of any country.
Yet, the entire king makers of every country have deliberately managed their daughters, sisters and/or other Musalmān houseladies to join Durgesh’s ever expanding Sex Empire.
Why the hell shouldn’t he pose himself unresponsive to what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is doing?
Why oppose it?
Why shouldn’t he ignore it?
His sisters, cousins and Ammī already belong to Durgesh’s Sex Empire.
Let his wife too belong to it.
What’s the big thing there, if any?
She would never return to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Then why antagonize her?
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan has compromised with Durgesh in this matter.
Hasn’t he?
Then who the hell is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?*
Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried to the hilt into her gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus remembered:
Her relatives flooded into the house.
I grimaced.
It was to interrupt my sex life with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for almost a week at least.
Yes, I didn’t approach her first.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus approached me instead.
Yet, it didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy sex with her optimum.
I greeted her relatives reluctantly.
The older ladies gave me wet kisses and the younger ladies pressed their beautiful Musalmān tits on my wide, strong, Hindu male chest.
I grimaced again.
The ladies were accompanied by their husbands, boyfriends, or sons who carried the supplies for thanksgiving week.
I was concentrated on the Al Makkah Al Mukarramah Sex Contest.
During commercials I would check out the younger exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ladies over by the kitchen.
I had promised Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that I would not run up to my room like I always did when her relatives visited.
It’s not that I didn’t like them.
The problem was that they asked the same foolish questions every time.
I just didn’t like to update them on my Musalmān Beauties, their career choice, and relationships with me.
Looking at their beautiful superb Musalmān asses I began to wonder about what they wore underneath.
Well, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had beautiful female relatives.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was constantly hard watching them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself looked gorgeous in her maroon long sleeve v-neck and those tight denim jeans.
I knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was wearing a black and red thong that wedged between her cheeks.
I had seen her put it on this morning.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were not divorced even yet, but they had not lived together too in a long time now.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was mainly an irresponsible, lame, and lousy man from what I had seen in my 64 year old life.
He would show up once in a blue moon for some trivial activity, but he would spend the holidays elsewhere.
It was getting pretty loud and annoying in the living room.
I decided to make a break for it.
I nonchalantly stood up from the couch and grabbed my juice as I looked around for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I spotted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus in the kitchen and quickly went up the stairs to escape the incoming foolish questions.
I was finally relaxing and enjoying the Contest when I heard a knock on my door.
My first thought was that I should have locked the damn door.
“Come in.” Before I finished speaking, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s dumbass cousin barged in with a drink and a bag of chips.
He sat down on the floor as if he owned the place.
I was already thinking of a way to get him out of my room.
“Damn, the bookies are doing really good this year.”
Ved Nagar was winning by 3 possessions.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s cousin continued munching on his chips.
I didn’t really have a close relationship with him, but I knew he was a dumbass from the days we used to spend together in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt‘s house.
The Contest was coming to an end.
The small talk between us would hopefully end soon too.
“Aunt Kħālidah Gul Ħasan is looking real good today, right?”
Kħālidah Gul Ħasan was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s sister-in-law.
She was too all attractive to me.
“If you say so.” I didn’t know what he was getting at with that comment.
However, I didn’t care too much either.
“But she is not hotter than your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus though, you know if she wasn’t your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus I would be licking her up.” He made slurping noises and laughed as he turned to look at me.
“Don’t even think about it faggot, well the Contest is basically over so why don’t you head downstairs with the family.”
As he got up to leave the room I whispered some cuss words and shook my head.
Alone in my room with the TV turned off and the woman of my dreams downstairs, my hand reached down to touch my growing proud erection.
I made sure the door was locked as I made my way to the bathroom.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was itself available to me now, but I was not getting it for a week.
I pulled my shorts down and began pissing off.
My eyes opened when I heard noise outside my room.
It was around 9 pm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was probably showing everyone their room for the night.
They would be crowded.
I just hoped that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would not put anybody in our room.
“Durgesh, open the door, it’s me.” I recognized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s voice.
I pulled up my shorts.
When I opened the door, I was glad to see that it was only her entering the room.
“What were you doing, Durgesh?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus slipped off her shoes and loosened her dark brown hair.
She sat down next to me and reached for my shoulders with her delicate hands.
“I was pissing since you were busy with your family.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at my response then she looked back at the door knob.
I followed her eyes to the door and realized what she was thinking.
I moved back to rest my back on the headboard.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gave me a naughty grin as she pulled down my shorts.
My 9 inches stood proudly in the cold room and my head oozed with pre-cum.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus got on all fours and dove down on my throbbing Hindu member.
She ran her beautiful Musalmān tongue once over my Hindu pee hole and then swirled her tongue all over my purple head.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a small o with her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and went down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My head widened her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she kept her pink lips sealed as tightly as possible.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started taking inch by inch of my Uncut Hindu Shaft as she moved her hair behind her ears.
Half way through my Uncut Hindu Shaft she started working up again towards my tip.
She undid her jeans and moved her hand in between her legs.
Now she was softly moaning and working her way back down with her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her hot Musalmān mouth went 3/4ths of the way down then sucked all the juices on the way up as I grabbed the top of her head.
This type of sensual sucking I’m sure can only be performed by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus only.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus let my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a loud pop and then climbed on top of me.
She positioned herself in the famous 69 as I spread her jean covered glorious Musalmān ass.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus placed her hands on my thighs and began slurping my Uncut Hindu Lund head back into her lovely Musalmān mouth.
Slowly swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock she rubbed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy through her thong.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a few gagging sounds as saliva spilled out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth into my Hindu groin.
The determination to deep throat me kept her going down until she reached the base of my 9 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her head came back up with a loud gasp and more saliva coming from her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
This time she quickly enveloped my Uncut Hindu Cock and was once again touching down with her beautiful nose.
I squeezed her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as my Hindu balls gathered the massive load that was about to shoot up into her terrifically exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I thrust my hips upward.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed down on my thighs as my Uncut Hindu Cock started erupting my hot Hindu cum into her Musalmān throat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus stayed down on my Uncut Hindu Dick for as long as possible then she came up to gasp for air.
The juices fell out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down to her neck and to my thighs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus turned around to face me with a smile and I saw her beautiful cheeks full of our bodily fluids.
A string of my Hindu cum was coming out through her right nostril.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed as she wiped her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a pillow.
I followed her to the bathroom were we finished cleaning up.
“Eīshān, God, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, that was amazing.” I smiled.
She mumbled a response while blowing her nose.
I grabbed her hips and helped her up to the counter.
We wrestled tongues as I kept working her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Sweetie, what are we making for dinner?” That was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, speaking from outside the door.
If she only knew what her daughter was doing inside the room.
I kissed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus on the forehead and helped her down to her feet.
“How do I look?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was cleaned up and looking stunning as usual.
She looked at herself in the mirror and I playfully slapped her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as a sign of approval.
We hurried to open the door and found Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, looking at her recipe book.
“Sweetie, what happened to your lipstick?”
In the rush of the moment, we had not noticed the damn lipstick.
“I was uh, eating a blow pop.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and ushered us to the stairs.
I looked around to make sure no one was looking and I pinched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s gorgeous exquisite Musalmān ass while Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, made her way down the stairs.
Chapter 56
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 54
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Chapter 54
Durgesh Al Zohrah Al Bittol
Durgesh ACP Suraiyā Jamāl
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol smiling cunningly.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed at her.
“Look at me as much as you please.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol cooed, “You can’t do anything whatsoever, nevertheless. I am on anticipatory bail, I’ve told you already.”
“You said you jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on?”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol kept fucking me smiling at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl triumphantly, “I came flying up the companionway and was just approaching the bow when I saw a vague figure swaying this way and that, apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort.”
“A figure?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked sarcastically.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol grimaced.
“I refuse to answer your insulting questions. You are trying to irritate me. I would prefer to give my testimony in a competent court.”
“That’s what you think.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly.
“That’s what I’m going to do. You don’t have any legal right to insult and humiliate me.”
“It’s not you that’s taking this attitude to a responsible police officer.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said smirking, “It’s Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis visiting your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that’s letting you fly so high.”
“I’m glad you have eyes at least, even if you don’t have any manners whatsoever.”
“I may request to cancel your bail.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead. Do everything on the earth you are capable of. If you really get it canceled I’d wash your feet and drink the water that is used in washing them.”*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
She realized the truth in Al Zohrah Al Bittol’s voice.
So, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was really innocent?
Despite she was on the deck when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was overboard,
Despite she had a revolver in her hand, Despite Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard an ‘explosion of some sort.
Did Durgesh deliberately stage this improbable story for her?
Why?
The night was filled with sounds of hectic activity now.
Opening and closing doors and frightened feet sounded in the passageways and on the companionways.
The swift babble of voices kept up an incessant, a nonstop, chatter.
Moreover, cutting through all of the sounds of confusion, my crisp, authoritative voice was giving orders.
The motorboats had been lowered to the water and engines started.
Each of them cruised in a series of questing circles around the ship.
“The figure was apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol repeated, “but I saw only the one figure.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl stopped herself with efforts, not to smirk.
What was the use?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol would again stop telling her story.
Shouldn’t at least she listen to it?
She saw only the one figure.
Yet, it was engaged in a struggle of some sort.
With whom the hell was it struggling then?
Nonsense!
Al Zohrah Al Bittol realized the question her statement generated.
“The other one must have been below the deck.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol advanced her assumption.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me pleadingly.
“Go on,” I grabbed the splendid heavy buttocks of Al Zohrah Al Bittol and arched my waist up.
My Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her ardent Musalmān Cunt as a spear as if.
Her bottom was coming down at the same time.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol shouted in superb ecstasy.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the hell are you doing to me?”
I caressed her buttocks and kissed her on her lips passionately.
She controlled herself and resumed.
Now, her up and down motion had stopped.
She was sitting on my Uncut Hindu Penis swallowing it entirely into her Musalmān Cunt.
I was enjoying the honor myself too to its utmost extent.
“Just before I got there,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol continued, “the man lurched and fell overboard. I screamed involuntarily as I heard the splash. Then there was the sound of an explosion and a series of splashing noises. By the time I had reached the bow. I could hear my name being called now.”
I was listening to her gravely.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at each other.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was alone, after me, that was too listening to it gravely.*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol watched me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
Then she went on,
“I bent over the rail. I could see now a figure of a man in the water. It was floundering around aimlessly. It was floundering as if it was wounded badly and was trying to swim desperately.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī also looked at me.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl did smirk again, as if asking me,
‘If Al Zohrah Al Bittol is really innocent how Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been wounded?
Why was he trying to swim desperately?
Who the hell wounded Al Muħammad Al Qāsim if not Al Zohrah Al Bittol?’
I was reading the questions on their faces.
But I didn’t ask Al Zohrah Al Bittol anything.
She went on,
“Then the figure moved into the oval of light that was coming from a porthole in the forecastle and I could see his face. He was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband. He seemed partially paralyzed. He called me and tried to call out a message. I couldn’t hear what he said. His voice was almost inaudible. Abruptly he ceased to struggle and was swept down by the current under the overhang of the bow. I thought he was coming down the starboard side. I ran that way. Unfortunately, apparently, he drifted down the port side.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t conform to the facts as they must have happened.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol smirked.
“I sympathize with you.”
“I beg your pardon?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly.
“That the facts don’t understand how compulsory it is to obey you.”
“When Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis is inside your Musalmān Cunt you can fly in sky very high.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl commented drily.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t have been telephoning from the bow of the yacht. It was virtually impossible.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly”*
There were no vacant chairs at the dinner.
Sheeted rain lashed against the portholes.
The guests who made merry with colored paper caps, balloons and pasteboard horns lacked spontaneity.
Their merriment seemed merely a forced attempt to comply with maritime, nautical, conventions.
Awfully striking lady robot waitresses felt their way, a few steps at a time, half-filled dishes carried in deep serving trays.
Fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and dining, I looked across where Muħammad bin Qāsim and his Hollywood heroine wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, were entertaining Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah were also there with Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
With darkness, the faint mist that had been forming on the water thickened into fog, and as we sat down to dinner the hoarse fog whistle boomed out its eerie, unnerving, warning.
Thereafter at regular intervals through the meal the fog whistle served to remind us that we were on the water and a fog was settling down.
“Doesn’t look as though we’ll get back tonight.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Wouldn’t you tackle it in a fog?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus enquired.
“Not unless I have to.” I pulled nude Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to me.
She laughed ecstatically and pushed her extremely glorious nude Musalmān bottom into my nude Hindu male lap.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smilingly deserted it for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
My Uncut Hindu Penis made a sound of ‘pluck’ as it came out of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thirty two years old young Musalmān Cunt.
It was heavily anointed with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.
As soon as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis and pushed, my thoroughly lubricated Uncut Hindu Penis immediately entered into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs could not watch it.
He averted his eyes immediately.
“Slut,” he murmured to himself.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had heard it.
She laughed humiliating Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immensely and started fucking me herself vigorously, energetically, dynamically, forcefully, and strongly.
I put my hands on her glamorous nude Musalmān waist.
Yet, it was not necessary.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself was vigilant enough that my Uncut Hindu Penis must never come out of her Musalmān Cunt entirely, and it must penetrate her Musalmān Cunt vigorously instead without any hindrance whatsoever it may be.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was feeling himself immensely insulted.
But what could he do?
Even before his marriage with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, he knew she loved immense sex.
He thought he could provide him the same.
He was too confident of his manly potency living in extreme over confidence.
He was too obsessed with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he thought he could make love to her till infinity.
Hell, he could not, practically ever.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wanted more and more sex from him.
Her first husband had committed suicide due to intense shame he faced when he could not satisfy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sexually.
Now, Durgesh is providing her even more sex than even Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could digest.
How crazy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund getting into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She undressed herself while Durgesh was fucking his Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did so?
To seduce Durgesh herself.
Isn’t it?
And when Durgesh saw her nude Musalmān beauty and pulled Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to him, how ecstatically she laughed, positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund herself between the ravenous quivering ever greedy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
How ecstatically Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is pushing her ever magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom to Durgesh’s ever sexy nude Hindu male lap.
She is swallowing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund deepest every time she thrust back her bottom, into her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes are brightest when Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
They lost their brightness as Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund left her Musalmān Choot.
But they were again brightest when Durgesh Uncut Hindu Lund is again deepest back into her still greedy still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly he realized the persons were gathering in a wide circle around Durgesh and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fucking Durgesh ravenously entirely unashamed of herself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was horrified.
Allah, no.
Nooooooooooooooo!
Everyone would ask who she is.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs would die of shame.*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had said,
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
I smiled.
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
I laughed.
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*
I grabbed her waist and started fucking her myself too.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was one of the perfect homes for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
After fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to my heart’s content, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was an extremely pleasant replacement to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Cunts were extremely ravenous for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet, they both had their own individualities too.
I knew now why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so ravenous for me.
Neither of her Musalmān husbands could fuck her even properly.
Her vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis was almost virginal.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating her first time properly.
It was natural she loved me more now than either of her incompetent Musalmān husbands.
“You are my husband now, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, the impotent.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus whispered to me.
I smiled and kissed her on her beautiful lips.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“It’s my pleasure, Durgesh darling.”
“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed suddenly, “you both are made for each other, doubtlessly. Nevertheless, I can’t stay all night.”
She glanced at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
“Well,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, “I don’t think we have much choice in the matter, Bājī.”
I smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Then still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus vigorously, I assured Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, don’t worry. I’ve plenty of room. We can put everybody up nicely.”
“Look here,” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted, “what’s the idea behind this thing? Almost all of us know very well that at this season of the year, there’s always fog and rain even, on this part of the sea.”
“Yet, you accepted the invitation.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously.
“Not always,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted hastily.
He was the one who accepted the invitation, not Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān had only agreed to it.
“Don’t worry,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically, “after fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to his heart’s content, Durgesh would fuck you too. I’d request him to oblige you too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah sympathized with him.
“Thank you. So, ultimately you are absolutely impotent now?”
I interrupted to stop the hot exchanges between Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
“Well, Muħammad Ůsmān is right somewhat, Muħammad bin Qāsim. It’s not always, but it’s nearly always. However, Muħammad Ůsmān, I can get out the ship and put you ashore at a little town on a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Island, about ten miles upstream. There’s an airline that will get you back to Ved Nagar.”
“That would be deuced uncomfortable.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is just recovering from a case of stomach trouble.”
“Food poisoning,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted.
“Well,” I announced still pumping Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now even more severely, “I’m not going to risk the safety of the ship and the convenience of the other guests. Muħammad Ůsmān, you can get in a launch and get an interurban if you want to.”
“I don’t want to.” Muħammad Ůsmān said furiously, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is still my wife. I can’t leave her behind for you to fuck her as if she is a slut, not my respected Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund coming out of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s very tasty. Muħammad Ůsmān, come on, taste for yourself.”
“Go to hell.” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted back to her.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at him.
“Sorry, Muħammad Ůsmān. You’ve to go alone there. I can’t and won’t accompany you ever now.”
Muħammad Ůsmān gritted his teeth.
“Muħammad Ůsmān,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “sit here and enjoy life. Durgesh, you said you have some champagne on ice?”
“I don’t talk business when I drink.” Muħammad bin Qāsim declared.
“All right,” still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, I pulled Al Taufīq Al Fatimah too to me, squeezed her immensely rich Musalmān buttocks and kissed her on her red crimson lips, “Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Chapter 55
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Yacht: Index
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Midterm 2012 Volume 4
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3
Ved Nagar Volume 2
The Yacht
Thrill, Sex, Suspense, Politics
Chapter 10
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4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 51
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Chapter 51
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Sun sparkled from the crested tops of restless waves.
I paced the deck, enjoying fresh air and the mild sunlight through clouds.
My hands were thrust deep in the pockets of a double breasted coat.
My rubber soled shoes trod lightly along the teakwood deck.
The cold breeze tried to ruffle my ever black hair unsuccessfully.
The heavy door from the forward social hall was pushed open one inch or two.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouldered it open.
She stood there with wind whipped skirts.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stepped across the high threshold.
Both of them released the door.
The wind pushed it against the automatic door check.
I walked behind both of them.
“Ship Ahoy!” I called.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, both turned to me.
“The other side is less windy.” I smiled at both of them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded.
The cold wind was blowing the tendrils of hair across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan introduced us, “this is Durgesh, my husband, and the Hindu husband of us entire extremely striking Musalmān Beauties, if you don’t mind my bluntness.”
“Naåīmah,” I admonished Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan somewhat curtly, “behave yourself, you stupid.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled at me.
“It’s alright. I never mind. Most of us extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, rather, never mind your titles related to us, actually. We think they are in fact compliments to us Musalmān Beauties instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Now, come on. You Hindu scoundrel, the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, we both are starving to death.”
I laughed,
“Let’s go, my extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.”
With an extremely attractive Musalmān Beauty on each of my Hindu male arm, I started forward along the deck.
They were playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had unzipped me and had brought it out.
With every female treatment of both the extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties my Uncut Hindu Penis was extending and growing in their fists violently.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was playing with it rather shyly somewhat, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not ashamed of it even a bit.
Rounding the bow, the wind pushed us down the sloping incline, into the lee of the deck.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim put her hair back into place, laughed, and said,
“That’s what’s known as wind blown job. I’ve been hearing a lot about you, Durgesh.”
“I’m glad.”
“Most of my extremely beautiful Musalmān women friends are already enjoying your Hindu sex kicks.”
“I’m honored.”
“They say you’re unique in love and lovemaking both.”
“Tell them my numerous thanks.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim faced me with laughing, dark eyes, full red lips, parted to reveal teeth that glinted as whitecaps in the sun.
The silk blouse, open at the neck, disclosed the sweep of her tremendously lovely Musalmān throat, the rounded curve of her firm breasts.
“Durgesh darling, I saw you and my Ammī fucking and talking last night. I bet Ammī told you all about the family mystery.”*
I looked at Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Mystery?”
“Sure. Don’t try to act innocent.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a quick glance,
“What’s the family mystery, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“The disappearance of my portrait. Ammī packed my autographed picture in Abbū’s bag. She locked the bag carefully. When they unpacked, my picture was gone from the frame. Someone had inserted one of Zāherah Ħusayn instead, the Pakistani Musalmān heroine that worked in Indian movies too. I resemble her to the extent as if we both are twin sisters. Now, what do you know about that?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan glanced reproachfully at me.
“I know nothing about it. What does your Ammī think about it? If she has talked with Durgesh about it, we can…”
“That’s the point. Ammī is making it darkly mysterious. Well, don’t deprive her of her thrill. If Ammī tells you about it, act as if you didn’t know anything before Ammī told you it.”
“You are sure Durgesh and your Ammī were fucking when they were talking?”
“I watched them myself.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said curtly, “My Ammī was on her knees and our Durgesh darling was fucking her from her glorious behind. You say Durgesh is thirty four, why the hell then he is interested in my Ammī more than me?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me furiously.
“He loves big heavy female Musalmān buttocks filling his nude Hindu male lap when he fucks us, damn it.”
“She does not take it seriously.” I smiled.
“Me?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis more, to make me suffer from pain somewhat.
She raised her chin and laughed into my face.
“My parents think I never take anything seriously—life, liberty, or the pursuit of love. I’m the flippant younger generation. Hell, they never suspect it’s my act only. I’m immensely serious about everything.”
“And how about your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim? How does he take it?”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly.
Despite her tremendous efforts to act as if my Uncut Hindu Penis was not the first she was playing with, her inherent shyness and enormously hidden nervousness were constantly telling me I was the ever first man in her life she was enjoying even the foreplay with.
I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan disapprovingly.
Why the hell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t understand?
Her Seven Movements had upset the normal life of almost everyone, almost entire humankind.
“Oh, Abbū takes it right in his stride.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said, “He is a Thinker, carries the Multiverse on his shoulders. Despite the fact that you are the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, Abbū thinks you are Imām Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām .”
“Nonsense!”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said innocently, “I think…”
“You don’t think, you never think.” I said coldly, “You just fix a target and conspire to achieve it.”
“My dear ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “it takes a deep thinking even to conspire.”
“Shame on you.”
“Let it be. I damn care.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, entirely unashamed of herself, “You mankind think every shame is for us womankind only. I refuse to obey your ever selfish decisions. Why the hell should we womankind obey you mankind? After all we womankind are infinitely more in numbers than you mankind are. In Democracy…”
“Oh shut up,” I said, “I’m fed up of your communal philosophies. You think every Musalmān male is a terrorist or a potential terrorist at least. But the Musalmān Beauties are neither. Every Hindu male is a born democrat, and…”
“Prove me wrong.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me.*
I smiled curtly.
“As if I haven’t already every now and then.”
“Never.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said shamelessly, “You have only argued every time.”
I squeezed her buttocks.
“Sālī, ‘Ūnŧh ré ūnŧh, térī kaun sī kal sīdhī’?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s heretofore virgin mouth.
I felt embarrassed.
But to my surprise, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim kissed it lovingly, licked it and then started to suck it ravenously.
“I’ll be damned.” I murmured to myself.
“Enjoying it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim impishly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim nodded, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her mouth and said.
“My Ammī was not the first I saw Durgesh fucking.”
“Allah Allah! I never thought you were so veteran a voyeur.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“A virgin is a voyeur mostly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her step Ammī cunningly.
“Ammījān, I think you are right. I was also a veteran voyeur until I seduced Durgesh.”
Both of them laughed.
“You were telling me about your Abbū.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled.
“Only occasionally can I get Abbū to set it down long enough to play with me.”
I squeezed her breasts.
“Sālī, that doesn’t answer my question.”
“You can’t call me Sālī, your sister in law. I’m your Ammī in law, your mother in law instead. Don’t forget Imām Muħammad Ħasan is still my husband.”
“Ex-husband.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
She laughed.
I watched her dubiously.
Was she still married to Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is guiding and patronizing her?
But how the hell could it be?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan still has four duly legal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Yes, he doesn’t touch them anymore.
I fuck all of them instead.
But they are still his wives legally.
Is Al Samīnah Al Qāsim playing some deep game with Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
If Al Samīnah Al Qāsim hasn’t divorced Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is his fifth legal duly married wife.
Does Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan know it?
Has she planned deliberately to exile Imām Muħammad Ħasan from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat to protect him from Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?
I was more vigilant now of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim both.*
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr smiled patronizingly.
“Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was a commando. Wasn’t he?”
“What the hell do you mean?” Muħammad bin Qāsim grimaced, “Commandos can’t be murdered?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled sophisticatedly, yet patronizingly at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“I suppose,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “all this is just a conversational background, a barrage, a bombardment, of words. They are trying to get us to commit ourselves. Umm-al-Åālmīn, I’m quite certain either Umm-al-Åālmīn Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is playing some deeper game, or Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Umm-al-Åālmīn, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself has planned it. Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was her commando. It wasn’t easy to murder him.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled again.
“I’m not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Yet you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself reincarnated. Aren’t you?”
“Sure,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “nevertheless, not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Her worst critics claim Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is following her Hindu Live in relationship partner’s every step. What Durgesh Jījū has done Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī would also do action by action. You can’t win her, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was now on her knees.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now.
“Once a barrister always a barrister. Are you cross examining me now, my Hindu Love?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling watching my still growing Uncut Hindu Cock penetrating the glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt of Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
Despite my constant efforts to avoid them, Jet Musalmān Beauties were still constantly succeeding in winning my Uncut Hindu Penis for their ever aggressive ever feminist Musalmān Cunts.
It was necessary.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was the only solution to stop the kidnapping, smuggling and selling of Musalmān Beauties.
Only Hindu husbands/Live in relationship Partners could be trusted.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet, none of them could have the courage enough to say it openly.
Not only Musalmīn, even Durgesh was against it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to win Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both despite my opposition.
She made it a movement.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her glorious Musalmān Cunt until only its head remained inside, “what does your father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, say about it? What are your own theories incidentally?”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim shook her head.
She waited a few minutes for me to push my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt, but when she saw I was concentrating somewhere else instead of on fucking her optimum, she felt her extraordinary Musalmān beauty insulted.
“Hey, where the hell are you concentrating? Give me that back.”
“What?”
“Your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Push it back into me. Will you?”
“Oh, sorry.”
“You must be. I would never forgive you if you ever do it again. Once out, I want it into me back, immediately. Do you understand?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Does he do it with you too?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and answered my question as well, “I don’t have theories. I’m too young. Moreover, I’m a practical woman rather. I never dream of anything. I march ahead instead, and get it practically, as I’m going to do now.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim pushed her own gorgeous glorious Saåūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I love it deepest, my dear.”
“Abbū Imām liked your aggressive sex?” I smiled fucking her somewhat more vigorously now.
“Never. He is too a damn fool Musalmān.”
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan protested disapprovingly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my dear immensely successful daughter. I’m with you, because you are running your Seven Movements, you have vowed taking Al Qur’an Al Karim in your pious hand to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. That’s what these damn fool Musalmīn need. Replace them with Hindus for ever and forget the bastards.”
“You ever communal bitches,” I said curtly, “always thinking with your ever ravenous Musalmān Cunts instead of with your brains.”
“No Musalmān bastard is here to appreciate you.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim too smiled curtly, “I know you adopt this attitude to please your Musalmān fathers in law and your Musalmān brothers in law. They don’t have any power now. They are cuckolded to you and us, their Musalmān houseladies.”
“You are helping their enemies. Have you ever thought of it?”
“Qāzī jī dublé kyon? Shahar kā andéshah. Why the hell you always think of others, instead of yourself and us? Enjoy our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bodies, you stupid.”*
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“You have a telephone over there in the corner. Just ring the Ved Nagar police and ask them if a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered at an early hour this morning.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr promptly crossed over to the telephone, smiled sharply and said,
“That’s a very nice bluff you’re running. We won’t let it work however. I’m going to call you cold right now. Whenever someone makes a pass at me I call him/her then and there ineludibly.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr picked up the receiver.
“I want the police station, please,”
Then, after a moment, he said,
“Can you kindly tell me whether a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered this morning somewhere near Oceanside, Ved Nagar?… Never mind who this is. I’m simply asking a question…Well, let’s put it this way. I might be a witness in case there’s anything to it…”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr held the receiver in silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick into her teen Musalmān Cunt in the meantime, smiling smartly.
She was herself fucking me now.
I stood still there on my knees behind Amīnah Zahīr.
Entirely nude Amīnah Zahīr was herself making the back forth and again back movements ruthlessly.
When it came out to sex, Amīnah Zahīr was almost an female animal with me.
It was rare I fucked her.
Mostly Amīnah Zahīr fucked me herself.
And that even almost most savagely usually.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr suddenly said in the mouthpiece,
“Thank you.”
Then he slammed the receiver back into place.
He turned and faced his audience.
Then he started pacing the floor.
His eyes were half slit in thoughts.
He pushed his hands down deep in the side pockets of his double breasted coat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were watching him patiently, yet with a smirk.
Abruptly, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr turned, standing with his back to the wall.
“All right,” he said, “I’m security in charge here. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is not a nobody. She virtually owns our Kħilāfat Movement. She is one of the most important sponsors to our cause.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled contemptuously.
“Oh sure, I happen to know all of your bloody movement. What’s it? You are fighting for establishing a Triple Society, a Threesome Society actually. Musalmān wife, Hindu lover and thoroughly Cuckold Musalmān husband. Shame on you. You call it a Kħilāfat Movement? I’m surprised. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is one of your most important sponsors, not because she and the other similar sponsors are sympathetic to you. They want you cuckolded. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is running Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Movement. Your Triple Society is helping her cause. Jījū is against it because Jījū is against the humiliation of any human being whosoever the hell s/he is. Why the hell don’t you understand? Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is revenging what you Pseudo Musalmīn have done with Musalmān womankind. That’s why her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, is against her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah despite his exile from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr raised his right hand.
“I know you want to argue against our Kħilāfat Movement and even Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah as well. Imām Muħammad Ħasan has invited us to a Grand Meeting on the ‘Yacht’ of your Jījū. We have accepted the invitation. It’s not the proper place to discuss these utmost important political crises.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me helplessly.
I smiled.
“Your Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is destroying the Musalmīn completely, either under this disguise or that. She is taking advantage of each and every superstition of Pseudo Musalmīn. I’d told you, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, already.”*
Chapter 52
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Mahābhārat Today
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Index
4. Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Sunnī Mahābhārat: 1
Posted: April 18, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Sunnat Al Islam, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Jāved Muħammad, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Zaynab Rizwān Leave a commentSunnī Mahābhārat
Chapter 1
I said shaking my head, almost managing to look as if I was truly upset on Al Sunnat Al Islam’s behalf.
“Sorry, Al Sunnat Al Islam, but there’s a ‘no kids allowed’ rule at this party,” Not my rule, it’s Jāved Muħammad and Zaynab Rizwān’s; it’s an ‘Adults Only’ kind of thing.”
“I see,” Al Sunnat Al Islam, replied, raising an eyebrow slightly and crossing under her breasts. “And the fact that I am 19 now means what, exactly? When do I get to lose this ‘kid’ status?”
I smiled at Al Sunnat Al Islam.
The problem was not actually that she wasn’t an adult.
Jāved Muħammad was a Shiå Musalmān.
Zaynab Rizwān was a Sunnī Musalmān.
Yet, they both married despite the violent oppositions from Sunnī Musalmīn.
The terrorist, criminal/criminal minded Sunnī Musalmīn had declared to kill Zaynab Rizwān and Jāved Muħammad both for it.*
Chapter 2
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 9
Posted: April 8, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Anurādhā Bhārgav, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Brahmkanyās, BrahmPadminī Squad, Brahmāñīs, Brāhmañ Beauties Squad, Durgesh, Feminism, Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement, Jāhnavī Sharmā, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Padminī Bhārgav, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, Savarñās, Seven Movements, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sunandā Bhārgav, Supriyā Dīxit, Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī Leave a commentGotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 9
Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Sunandā Bhārgav
Durgesh Anurādhā Bhārgav
Durgesh Pārvatī Pāŧhak
Shiv Shankar Sharmā
I woke slowly.
Without opening my eyes, as the fog gradually cleared from my mind I realized that, first, I was not in my own room in my own bed.
In addition, I realized that my morning hard-on felt different.
More than different, it felt much, much better than usual.
The fog cleared slowly.
Eyes still closed I remembered that I was in the bed in Anurādhā Bhārgav’s spare room.
Bit by bit my mind cleared as I climbed toward the world of the awake.
Today was my birthday, my sixty fourth birthday.
Anurādhā Bhārgav had convinced me to stay over, promising that this would be the best birthday I’d ever had in Bhr’gu Creations.
I had smiled.
“Well, Anurādhā Bhārgav darling, Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu has already passed a resolution here in the Bhr’gu Creations that any Bhārgav Beauty that does not want me her husband, has ultimately to leave Bhr’gu Creations for ever. She can visit Bhr’gu Creations if she wants but she can’t enjoy the citizenship of Bhr’gu Creations. What the hell more anyone can give to me here?”
Anurādhā Bhārgav smiled teasingly.
“Stay and find out, Param Purush.”
And now my morning hard-on felt different.
More than different, it felt much, much better than usual. It felt ─ warm and moist.
Something moved.
Something pulled gently on my cock.
Slowly I opened my eyes.
Anurādhā Bhārgav was looking up at me with a smile in her eyes — and my Bachhalyā Lund in her tremendously stunning Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
Bachhalyā Lund!
Not, Uncut Hindu Lund.
In entire Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Creations, Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and Other Brāhm Creations, they used their own Bījāxars strictly.
Sucking gently Anurādhā Bhārgav pulled her immensely splendid Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth almost to the tip of my very hard, very big, morning hard-on.
And then, slowly, my very beautiful sister in law, Sālī, took my very big, very hard Bachhalyā Lund back into her extremely exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, it felt so good!
She had never done it before.
Even though it was not only allowed in Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Creations, Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations, and Other Brāhm Creations, morally and legally, it was even expected from my Brāhmañ Sālīs, sisters in law, to honor me in this way.
In Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Creations, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had made it obligatory to Musalmān Beauties there.
Padminī Bhārgav didn’t want to be left behind.
Padminī Bhārgav had instead defeated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan by passing an Act that in entire Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Creations and Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations too, every Brāhmañ Beauty was my wife by birth.She could marry someone else only if she is specifically permitted to do so.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hadn’t gone that for.
Not because she couldn’t do it.
She even didn’t attempt to do it.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is over possessive to Durgesh.” Padminī Bhārgav had criticized her, “She actually wants to keep Durgesh exclusively for herself.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had only smiled on it and dismissed it without any response from her.*
Sunandā Bhārgav straddled on me.
“You have to do something, Jījū.” She said.
“Jījū?” I squeezed her buttocks, “Still Jījū? Sālī, now I’m not only your Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī’s husband, but your husband too as well.”
Sunandā Bhārgav didn’t respond to what I said.
Instead, she said.
“Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī sent Anurādhā Bhārgav to you. But it doesn’t seem to convince you, we really need your administrative services. Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī asked me consequently to take the matter in my own hands.”
“What about your Brāhmañ Beauties Squad Padminī Bhārgav organized on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s request?
“What the hell can Brāhmañ Beauties Squad do in this matter, Jījū?”
“Stop calling me ‘Jījū’, you idiot.”
“I’m not idiot. I’m Space Security Incharge for Bhr’gu Creations. And I am doing my duty.”
“What have you found until now,Padminī Bhārgav had organized a BrahmPadminī Squad too, didn’t she?”*
Sunandā Bhārgav kept herself aloof.
“I don’t know. That’s Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī’s own personal squad.”
“To compete with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven movements? Do you damnfools really think I fall for beauty instead of brain?”
“Ask your own wife, Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī. Why the hell are you asking me? A huge celestial object, weighing ten trillion tons has suddenly appeared on the space of every inhabited planet of Bhr’gu Creations. It is hurtling through the every solar system of Bhr’gu Creations at inconceivable speed.”
“I know, I know, but…”*
It was impossible now to protect even one’s own space, even for a Creations, without the express cooperation of HVSI.
Sunandā Bhārgav regretted now she couldn’t understand what Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu wanted when he propositioned the unavailability of citizenship for the Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauties who refused to marry with Durgesh.
Yes, she was not alone.
But she led them.
She refused to cooperate even with her elder sister Padminī Bhārgav.
“Only because you love Durgesh, it doesn’t mean every Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauty must also love him.”
Padminī Bhārgav said patronizingly.
“Sunandā, don’t act childish now.”
“I am not acting childish, you are acting childish. I am acting as a grown up. I refuse to delegate my fundamental women right to Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu even that he would decide to whom I would marry.”
“Well, then you can’t get the citizenship of Bhārgav Brāhmañ Creations.”
“Why not? It’s my fundamental women right. I can marry anyone I damn please.”
“Sure.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “Similarly Bhārgav Brāhmañ Creations have their fundamental right to let enjoy their citizenship to anyone they damn please and refuse to grant this privilege to anyone they damn please. What the hell wrong in it?”*
I moaned, as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, attacked my Bachhalyā Lund like a street whore, impishly.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Slow down, Pārvatī Pāŧhak, my Pāŧhak Brāhmañ sweetheart,” I said as I felt my Bachhalyā balls start to tingle.
But Pārvatī Pāŧhak just took me deeper into her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth, her hot tongue massaging my entire Bachhalyā shaft, her hands cupping my Bachhalyā balls.
I came. Hard.
Spurt after spurt spewed down Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife’s throat.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak swallowed my every Bachhalyā drop, and then sucked and licked my great Bachhalyā Lund clean.
She was doing it more proudly now.
Getting rid of Shiv Shankar Sharmā for ever, now I was the only man in her life.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was cursing herself for choosing Shiv Shankar Sharmā her life partner ab initio.
He never deserved the honor.
Despite his every effort to act to be a humanitarian, Pārvatī Pāŧhak knew he was actually a traditional communal Brāhmañ.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak didn’t know it when she married him.
Yet she was happy now that she accepted Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s suggestion now to sacrifice herself for their great Brāhmañ community’s ultimate welfare.
She was herself worried that Musalmān Beauties, and Musalmān houseladies even, were dominating now capable and powerful Hindus’ sex life more and more day by day.
Yes, they were so many times more in number than BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs were, but it should never mean that the BrahmKanyās and Brahmāñīs should lose the capable and powerful Hindus forever, not to Musalmān Beauties only but to ever shrewder Musalmān houseladies even.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at me with those big green eyes.
“Please don’t be angry. I attacked you sexually as if I were street whore to you, only impishly.”
“I know you, Pārvatī Bhābhī,” I said gravely, “Don’t worry.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak blushed.
“Stop calling me ‘Bhābhī’ now.”
I smiled.
“Bad habits die gradually.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak laughed sarcastically,
“Bad habits?”
“Of course! Bad habits! Sālī, I never wanted to call you ‘Bhābhī’.”
“Bachhalyā scoundrel! I never thought you wanted to fuck me right from the beginning.”
I winked at Pārvatī Pāŧhak lewdly.
“What’s wrong there now in accepting the truth?”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak held her head high.
“I am honored. Thank you.”
“Did you really never understand when I teased you before you married Shiv Shankar Sharmā?”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak retorted.
“What the hell was there to understand? You were so loudly obvious. You hugged me, you kissed me, you squeezed my breasts, you squeezed my buttocks, even tried to give your ever sexiest Bachhalyā Lund into my Pāŧhak Brāhmañ fist. Once you undressed me even completely despite my protests while you were already nude, and tried to fuck me even.”
I looked into her beautiful Brāhmañ eyes significantly.
“Tried to fuck you? Only tried to fuck you?”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak hesitated somewhat.
Then she admitted boldly.
“Well, you took my virginity and fucked me furiously for eighteen months completely nonstop. It was not our first Honeymoon that lasted for one month plus only. That was our actual Honeymoon that lasted for eighteen months.”
“And as soon as I pulled out of you, you married Shiv Shankar Sharmā.” I complained her.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak brought down her eyes.
“Sorry, I could not bear that. I was afraid of your Bachhalyā hyper sex. I was brought up in a Pāŧhak Brāhmañ environment. And you impregnated me.”
“What?” I jumped in extremely pleasant astonishment.
“Yes, Brahmesh Sharmā is actually your son, not of Shiv Shankar Sharmā.” Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked at me gravely.
I was dumbfounded.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak smiled courteously.
“What’s there to be surprised? You impregnated more women than even really know. You have more sons from your women than even you know of. We always lie to you in the matter due to various reasons.”
I could not believe her.
“But…but you too enjoyed that eighteen month great sex session of us.”
“Well, yes. It was my ever first sex session. I couldn’t resist it. Could I?”*
Anurādhā Bhārgav was, and still is, one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen ─ naked or otherwise!
She had short blond hair that framed a sweet, angelic face.
Anurādhā Bhārgav was about five three, shorter than I was.
Her tits were big and very firm.
Her stomach was flat and her waist was small.
Her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass was incredible, heavy, big and tight.
In Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauties, only Padminī Bhārgav had more beautiful ass than Anurādhā Bhārgav.
And at the top of the two most beautiful long legs was the world’s most perfect Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy, after that of Padminī Bhārgav, of course.
Anurādhā Bhārgav was slowly and gently sucking my Bachhalyā Lund again in and out of the prettiest Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth I’d ever seen, after that of Padminī Bhārgav.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, it felt so good!
“Happy birthday, Durgesh!” Anurādhā Bhārgav wished me again.
And then she slid her tremendously stunning Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth back down the full length of my Bachhalyā Lund.
As Anurādhā Bhārgav pulled back, sucking just a little harder, I came.
Head back, eyes closed again, I shot my Bachhalyā cum into her tremendously stunning Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
And she swallowed it and sucked some more, and swallowed again.
My eyes opened again and I watched as she licked the cum from the tip of my Bachhalyā Lund.
“I told you this would be the best birthday ever, didn’t I?” She licked my Bachhalyā Lund again before she came to her knees.*
Anurādhā Bhārgav was totally nude.
Her tits were even more perfect than they had looked through the not quite closed doors, her tummy even flatter and her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy even more beautiful.
Slowly she moved up until her exquisite tremendously beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt was rubbing the underside of my still throbbing Bachhalyā Lund.
She rocked her hips gently against my Bachhalyā hard-on for just a few minutes before I almost came again, once more.
“You like my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy, don’t you, Durgesh?” She moved slowly up the bed towards my face on her knees. “Did you ever think you’d get to see it so close?” She stopped just inches from my mouth.
Her skin was soft and smooth, her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy shaved totally clean.
“Did you think I didn’t know you were watching? Did you think I left the doors opened by accident? I knew you were watching, my Bachhalyā Jījū. I wanted you to watch. Did you know I watched you? Did you know I watched you in the morning when you woke up and stroked that utmost handsome Bachhalyā Lund until you came? Do you know how often I was tempted to come into your room and suck on that big hard Bachhalyā Lund like I did this morning? But I knew you’d wait and I wanted your next birthday to be one you would never forget!”
I hadn’t been awake very long and I was already sure she had managed that!
“Do you know what your next present is going to be, my Bachhalyā Jījū? You get to kiss me there! You get to kiss this Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy until I’m unable to resist to cum!” She rocked her hips forward and her exquisite tremendously beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt was right there.
She rocked back and tried to catch her breath.
“How do you like your birthday presents so far, my Bachhalyā Jījū? Your first blow job from me and your first Bachhalyā kiss on my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy. Now I have another first for you.” She moved slowly back down the bed, lifted her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass slightly and guided my hard on slowly into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, Anurādhā Bhārgav, that feels so good!”
“Hmmm, it does, doesn’t it?” She started moving slowly up and down, back and forth, pushing her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy all the way down on my Bachhalyā Lund and then pulling it almost all the way off and then slowly pushing it all the way back down.
“Hey Bhagvān! God, Durgesh, you have a great Bachhalyā Lund!”
Anurādhā Bhārgav fucked me, fucked me and fucked me.
We both damn cared for how long.
It seemed like a beautiful eternity before I felt my Bachhalyā Lund swelling and then I came again, filling Anurādhā Bhārgav’s exquisite tremendously beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt with my cum.
“Yes, Durgesh, yes! Fuck me! Yes!” Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy was grabbing my Bachhalyā Lund and pulling my Bachhalyā cum out of me like a milking machine!
Finally she stopped moving and just kneeled there with my Bachhalyā Lund still in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy until she caught her breath.
Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund for just a moment and then released it.
But she didn’t move.
My Bachhalyā Lund was still buried deepst in her exquisite tremendously beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt.
“What do you think, girls? Was I right?”
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!
Girls?
What girls?
Anurādhā Bhārgav watched the pleasant shock spread over my face and laughed.
“You didn’t know we had an audience, did you, my Bachhalyā Jījū?” Anurādhā Bhārgav pointed to my left. “Durgesh, I’d like you to meet Supriyā Dīxit.”
As I turned my head to the left she stepped from the spot she’d been sitting by the head of the bed.
Supriyā Dīxit was about the same height as Anurādhā Bhārgav with full, beautifully shaped tits.
They were firm and her nipples were big and ready to be squeezed.
Her Dīxit Brāhmañ waist was a bit bigger than Anurādhā Bhārgav’s and so was her gorgeous Dīxit Brāhmañ ass, but the thing that got my attention was her exquisite tremendously beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt.
The lips were puffy and wet, begging to be rubbed by my legendary unique Bachhalyā Lund.
She seemed to realize what I was staring at.
She laughed and slid a finger slowly into her Dīxit Brāhmañ Pussy.
“Hi, Durgesh. Do you like this?”
Do I like it?
The only Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy I ever saw present there that was nicer was Anurādhā Bhārgav’s!
Anurādhā Bhārgav laughed again.
“And this,” Anurādhā Bhārgav pointed to the right, “is Jāhnavī Sharmā.”
Jāhnavī Sharmā moved into my field of vision from her chair at the head of the bed.
Jāhnavī Sharmāwas a couple of inches shorter than Supriyā Dīxit with tits that were somewhere between either of the other Brāhmañ girls.
I was in Brāhmañ heaven.
Three of the world’s most wonderful sets of Brāhmañ tits waiting for me to feel and play with them.
She had short red hair that was a real turn on and a cute face with freckles across her nose and the cutest dimples in her Sharmā Brāhmañ cheeks.
And where both Anurādhā Bhārgav and Supriyā Dīxit had shaved their Brāhmañ pussies clean, Jāhnavī Sharmā had left a small, neatly trimmed patch just above her exquisite tremendously beautiful Sharmā Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Hi, Durgesh.” She had a soft voice and I loved her dimples.
“Didn’t I tell you he was a Bachhalyā stud?” Anurādhā Bhārgav squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund with her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Pussy again.
“You were right, Anurādhā Bhārgav! I can’t wait to get that Bachhalyā Lund in my Dīxit Brāhmañ Pussy!” Supriyā Dīxit still had her finger moving slowly in and out of her exquisite tremendously beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt.
“You go ahead, Supriyā Dīxit! I want his hot Bachhalyā kiss on my Sharmā Brāhmañ Pussy!” Jāhnavī Sharmā was rubbing her nipples with her finger tips.
Anurādhā Bhārgav squeezed my Bachhalyā Lund one more time and then got up. “Did you hear that, my Bachhalyā Jījū? You have two more Brāhmañ pussies to satisfy. Think you’re up to it?”
Before I could answer, Jāhnavī Sharmā was lowering her Sharmā Brāhmañ Pussy to my Bachhalyā mouth and just seconds later I felt Supriyā Dīxit pull my Bachhalyā Lund into her exquisite tremendously beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ Cunt.
I rocked my hips slowly, wanting this to last forever.
I pushed my Bachhalyā Lund as deepest into Supriyā Dīxit’s Dīxit Brāhmañ Pussy as it would go and held it there for a few seconds before I slowly pulled it back out almost all the way.
At the same time I teased Jāhnavī Sharmā’s Sharmā Brāhmañ Pussy with my Bachhalyā male lips, finding that sweet spot near the top that seemed to drive her crazy.
Supriyā Dīxit was fucking me now madly.*
Chapter 10
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 8
Posted: April 8, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, Durgesh, Feminism, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Padminī Bhārgav, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Ramā Bhārgav, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Sidrah Aħmad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sītā Bhārgav, Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī Leave a commentGotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 8
As she neared me, a nasty little thought ran through her mind.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could give me the one thing for Shrāvañ Parv that I surely wanted most in the Multiverse.
Not long after having that thought, she smiled triumphantly.
Much to her surprise the idea returned to her the next day.
She kept pushing it aside as silly and unreasonable yet it kept coming back.
As if she would learn something, she didn’t already know she went into my room on one of my last days before Shrāvañ Parv break and turned on my computer.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav surfed through the images and felt a new and intense excitement.
For the first time she felt the desire to play with herself as she looked at my porno collection.
It was almost entire ashvinātam.
So, Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs were still even more than less in my life.
Only because they are more educated, more sophisticated and more accomplished?
The Musalmān Beauties were winning because they were losers and the Brāhmañ Beauties were losing because they were competent.
Yes, the Musalmān Beauties needed protection.
Yes, most of the Musalmīn were terrorists, criminals/criminal minded, because they were Uneducated/Under Educated.
Consequently, it was more than necessary to protect Musalmān Beauties not to opt for them.
There should be an open option for Musalmān Beauties to reject Pseudo Musalmīn and opt for Durgesh/Hindus.
Yet, why the Brāhmañ Beauties should suffer for it?
Padminī Bhārgav is right.
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī is right.
‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām’ movement is correct.
She began to softly caress her tits before reaching down inside her pants to explore her pussy.
After a brief while, she removed her pants and sat on my desk chair with her legs spread widely apart as she fingered her pussy.
She quickly grew excited and played with her wet clit and pussy.
For a moment, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav closed her eyes and imagined me sitting in this same position stroking my hard Bachhalyā Lund.
Bachhalyā Lund!
Not, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Durgesh unduly criticizes Bachhalyās.
Only due to the Bachhalyās always opted for Brāhmañ Beauties instead of Musalmān Beauties.
Why the hell should not they?
Didn’t Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī conceive Bachhalyās initially as the husbands for the Brāhmañ Beauties and Brāhmañ Beauties only?
Didn’t she fight even with her Bachhalyā husband to keep Bachhalyās exclusively for Brāhmañ Beauties?
Didn’t she manage ultimately with her constant holy wars to get the famous declaration from the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI that Brāhmañ Beauties were only for Bachhalyās, not for Brāhmañs too?
Who the hell then Durgesh is attempting to change the famous historical verdict of the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI?
Padminī Bhārgav is right.
Even Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī is not right to suggest that the Savarñ Beauties have equal right on the Bachhalyās as the Brāhmañ Beauties do.
‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām’ movement is correct.
Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām!
Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām!!
Long live Padminī Bhārgav.
The Brāhmañ Beauties must be awarded.
Don’t preach them sacrifice only.
Brahm Jagdambās vijayanté!
Brahm Jagdambās vijayanté!!*
Clearly Durgesh must do it, otherwise why would he have the pictures on the computer?
In her mind my Bachhalyā Lund was long and hard and I slowly stroked it while staring at the same image Dr. Sītā Bhārgav currently had on the screen.
That vision alone was enough to catapult Dr. Sītā Bhārgav into a frantic sexual ecstasy.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav controlled herself very hard.
She did not want to fall to the level of unsophisticated women who instead of controlling themselves for the practical action, resorted to masturbation.
Initially she felt very odd about what had happened, almost as if she had crossed a taboo line with her thoughts.
Caste taboo was quadrupled here with the utmost arrogant Brāhmañ sacrosanctity.
The Bachhalyās were considered Shūdrs, dalits, the downtrodden nowadays.
Nevertheless most of the Brāhmañ Beauties never surrendered to the traditional Brāhmañ conspiracy.
Most of the anti Brāhmañs had always served the Bachhalyās in spreading celibacy among traditional Brāhmañs.
The Bachhalyās found Brāhmañ Beauties, consequently easily available to them.
Brāhmañs and Rājpūts were serving humanity uplifting Musalmān Beauties while Bachhalyās were serving Brāhmañ Beauties and Rājpūt Beauties even.
Surprisingly quickly, however, those feelings were replaced again by a certain curiosity and thrill of giving me the ultimate present.
Despite feeling a little weird about it Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to regularly watch the images she found on my computer.
Whenever Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could for the next couple of days, she went back into my room and turned on the computer.
It wasn’t the images themselves that appealed to her.
In fact, she had been looking at the pictures less and less and been thinking more and more about the idea of me stroking my Bachhalyā Lund as I sat in the same chair where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav currently was.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to make excuses for her wild gift idea in her mind.
She reasoned that since I was utmost rich and an entirely unashamed ever-best fucker she would be the perfect person to have me.
It was clear that I was the one person she felt totally comfortable with.
She realized that she felt relieved.
The Bachhalyās had improved more in my leadership recently.
Now, the Brāhmañ Beauties, Rājpūt Beauties and the other Savarñ Beauties were again openly fighting with each other to have a Bachhalyā husband/live in relationship partner/lover.
The Musalmān Beauties always ignited the fire between them to keep them away from their respective Savarñ husbands who were serving the Musalmān Beauties sexually and/or socially.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to look at it as doing me a favor, giving me the ultimate gift that any woman could give a man.
Why should it matter that there were “rules” that said they shouldn’t?
It was clear to her that I was a good man.
I was the utmost successful man almost in every field I was interested.
Moreover even at my sixty-four I still had desire to get out, meet new people and date women.
Perhaps by doing this Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could ignite a fire in me for her and let me see how wonderful it can be to be with her.
For a couple of days she repeated these ideas over and over in her mind until Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started to believe them.
Still, even as noon on Shrāvañ Parv Eve approached, a tiny voice told her she was crazy.
The traditional Brāhmañs would be against her immensely as they were against most of the Brāhmañ Beauties who were already my live in relationship partners/beloveds, my women friends having sex with me.
Doing something she had never done before, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav got in the car and joined the throng of last minute gift shoppers at the local mall.
She went thinking that she would just walk around until she found the perfect gift for me and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could stop having her silly thoughts.
After a couple of hours of searching through stores and fighting crowds, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was still empty handed.
It literally seemed that, I already had every material thing that an utmost rich man could have or want.
She wandered around thinking about this when her mind hit on the idea of material gifts.
Maybe she was looking in the wrong direction, she thought, maybe the key wasn’t material but something else.
She let this thought linger and actually asked herself what thing or experience must I want more than anything else, but as soon as her mind formed the thought she immediately knew the answer.
The answer came first not from her mind but from deep inside her.
She felt her stomach knot slightly and perhaps even a brief tingling in her pussy before her mind answered her own question with a single word, “Sex.”
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued walking around the mall for a while longer still trying to figure out what to do even though, deep down, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav suspected that she had already made up her mind.
When she did finally stop in front of a store where she knew she’d find the perfect thing Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled to herself.
It certainly wasn’t the store she’d been expecting.
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped inside, the lady by the door said,
“Hi, welcome to Victoria’s Secret.”
“Geez, Sītā Bhārgav, I thought you got lost,” I teased when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped inside the house. “I would have thought you’d have known better than to go out on Shrāvañ Parv Eve.”
She laughed and said Dr. Sītā Bhārgav certainly had learned her lesson.
As she walked past the couch, where I was sitting Dr. Sītā Bhārgav commented that she’d picked up some food for dinner and quickly went into the kitchen.
Before I could follow her Dr. Sītā Bhārgav dropped the food on the counter and quickly shoved the other, smaller bag into one of the cabinets where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav would come back to get it later.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started putting away some of the other groceries she had purchased while at the store.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still didn’t know how Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going to make her gift work, but she thought it might be nice to have the supplies for a nice meal to either set the mood or bask in the afterglow when they were done.
After putting away the groceries together Dr. Sītā Bhārgav and I sat down to eat dinner.
All through dinner, I tried to get her to reveal what she had bought me for Shrāvañ Parv.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav would only say that it was something she knew I wanted but wouldn’t say anything else.
After I left Dr. Sītā Bhārgav retrieved her little bag from the kitchen cabinet and stashed it in her room.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav tried to read but her mind was too busy racing with thoughts and uncertain emotions.
Instead, she picked up the remote and stayed in bed flipping TV channels randomly until she finally drifted off to sleep.
Even as Shrāvañ Parv Day dawned, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still didn’t quite know how to play out the day.
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav showered, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav suddenly got cold feet and started having second thoughts.
She frantically tried to think of something, anything else Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could do, but repeatedly a little voice told her she already knew what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going, and wanted, to do.
Immediately after her shower, she heard me rustling around and called down the hall that she needed more time to get ready.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav told me to eat breakfast and that when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav came down we would exchange our gifts.
Usually, we got right up and opened our gifts in our pajamas even before eating just as we had done previously.
Today, however, she knew she needed some time to get ready.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav went back into the bathroom and took her time as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav carefully applied her makeup and fixed her hair.
Usually she only took this much time when she had a special outing and wanted to impress people, but she had decided that she needed to look her best to make this gift perfect.
She applied fresh polish to her nails and as they dried Dr. Sītā Bhārgav carefully considered how to compliment her outfit.
She pulled a pair of black, strapless shoes with tall, spiked heels out of the closet and knew they would be perfect.
She found her long strand of pearls and put them around her neck.
She loved the length of this necklace as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could wrap it firmly around her neck with one loop and then leave the second loop hanging down her chest.
While the first loop gave the sexy look of a choker style necklace the second one hung down perfectly so the bottom few pearls nestled nicely into her healthy cleavage.
With her free time and lack of working for nearly the past 20 years Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had taken to working out regularly to keep herself fit.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav swam laps daily in their pool.
That was one of the great things about where she lived since the weather was warm enough to swim virtually all year around.
The result of all her swimming and her ability to focus on fashion and her appearance was that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav looked and felt fitter than she ever had been before.
Even when she had married her Brāhmañ husband, she knew Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t as fit as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was now.
Knowing that made her feel sexier than she ever had before and she found it slightly ironic that she felt sexier and more desirable as she got older.
After putting on pearl earrings to compliment the necklace she pulled the items from her small bag, and considered how Dr. Sītā Bhārgav should dress.
She had purchased a few different outfits hoping one would match her mood today.
Looking them over, she reached down and picked up the silk robe.
She already owned several silk robes similar to this one because she loved the way the smooth fabric felt on her skin, but for this occasion, she knew Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted something new, something she’d never had on before.
The robe was black and felt very sexy and sleek as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slipped it on over her naked body.
It was a full-length robe and only stopped down around her ankles.
By itself, it wasn’t very revealing but she knew that the thin material would cling to her temptingly as she moved around.
For the final touch, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav tied the knot in the band around her waist just a little more loosely than usual allowing more of her chest and some cleavage to be exposed.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took one long last look at herself in the mirror before she left.
She reapplied some lipstick in a deep red color that perfectly matched the color of the polish on her nails.
She analyzed her hair and decided it was fine.
Her jet-black hair was pulled up into a teasing tangle of twirls and twists behind her head.
It was the kind of hairdo that looked very thrown together and sassy, but she knew that it took a long time to achieve the right look.
Lastly she readjusted the longer loop of pearls to make sure they were resting just so between her tits.
The contrast between the black robe and the bright white pearls on her chest was very striking and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled knowing it would be sure to draw my eye.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly to her reflection thinking she had achieved the look Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway before turning toward the living room.
A tiny part of her mind screamed for her to stop and get out of these clothes but that part was outmatched by a deeper, more primal voice that anxiously awaited what was about to happen.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began walking down the hallway knowing that whatever happened things would probably never be quite the same between her and Durgesh.
She felt herself growing excited as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked from the sleek, sexy fabric flowing past her bare skin.
Her tall heels clicked on the hard wood of the stairs and as she entered the living room.
Ordinarily Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wouldn’t wear shoes to open the presents.
The clicking of her heels made me look up from my magazine when she entered the room.
The look on my face was exactly what she had been hoping for.
My jaw dropped open and I looked at her in surprise for several seconds.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stood still and felt my eyes moving over her.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched them move down to her feet and then slowly move back up to her face.
As she had hoped, she noticed that they lingered near her tits, as I seemed to be drawn to the sight of the pearls tickling her cleavage.
My eyes moved ever so slightly without rising from her tits and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav became immediately aware that her nipples had started to grow hard under the slippery silk.
Undoubtedly, it had started simply from the exquisite friction of the fabric on her nipples as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked and her nervousness, but seeing my eyes exploring her and knowing what might happen next certainly helped them tighten up.
They weren’t yet fully hard but they were definitely stiff enough to be seen through her robe.
For a Moment, she felt embarrassed but then realized that this was nothing, compared to what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going to do.
“Do you like it?” she asked in a soft, playful voice.
“Wow! Sītā Bhārgav, you look fantastic! I mean, you look better than most of the girls at university,” I answered with surprising honesty.
Hearing my words only stoked her already growing arousal and she knew it was time to act.
“Thanks,” she replied as she glided across the room smoothly on her high heels.
She noticed that I watched her move very carefully.
I didn’t particularly stare at any part of her but rather seemed to take in the whole of her movements.
She knew that the tall heels were causing her hips to sway more than normal and she accentuated that as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked.
I was sitting on her big couch.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav moved between the couch and the oversized coffee table, until Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was standing right next to me.
I was looking up at her with a mixture of emotions in my eyes and on my face.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could easily see the curiosity but was also excited to notice that perhaps there was something else there too.
A certain something about the glimmer in my eye denoted excitement and interest.
Instead of sitting on the couch next to me, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly sat down on the edge of the coffee table so Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was facing me.
After sitting, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly crossed her legs, in something Dr. Sītā Bhārgav couldn’t have planned any better, her robe parted, and slipped open revealing her legs all the way up to just over her knees.
For a split second, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw my eyes flash to her bare legs and she felt her nipples grow ever tighter.
I was wearing my usual outfit before I got dressed which was a pair of loose sweats and an old T-shirt.
For a brief Moment, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wondered what was going on under my sweats.
This was the Moment she had been most troubled with.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, clearly, now had my attention and possibly even had me aroused, but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav didn’t know how to take the next step.
Perhaps it was partly from her own increased desire but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav decided to scrap the speech she had planned and simply go for the very direct approach.
She reached out a hand and placed it on my knee.
We both looked at the spot where her hand rested before looking up at each other.
My face was still a mask of gravity.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav simply gave me a soft, calming smile.
She heard me inhale rapidly when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to let her fingers move around slowly on my knee and then some on my thigh.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued this for a short while as the room filled with a heavy, silent tension.
After slowly sliding across the coffee table so Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was now directly in front of me rather than slightly at an angle she placed her other hand on my other knee and began softly rubbing both of my legs at the same time.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still had her legs crossed and knew that when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slid over, even more of her legs had become exposed so I could now easily see at least halfway up her thighs if I wanted to.
In addition, she had to lean over some to reach me properly and knew that this angle would give me an even better view of her cleavage if I wanted it.
Surely, I had seen more of her body exposed as we lounged around the pool together, but I never would have seen her body so teasing and erotically displayed for me.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav glanced at my lap and quickly noticed a bulge in my pants that hadn’t been there before.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled at me and felt her excitement grow even higher knowing she had given me a hard on.
“Sītā Bhārgav?” I said questioningly.
I didn’t say anything else but the tone of my voice and my expression clearly asked her what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was doing.
“Do you like this?” she asked softly.
“I…but…I can’t…you’re my friend’s wife,” I said gravely in quite clear opinion over what was happening.
“Shhhh,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav softly replied trying to keep me as calm as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could. “Don’t think like that. I know what it is like to be your age. So curious, so horny. I’m only a woman and you’re only a man.”
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly spoke Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued rubbing my legs, then reached up with her right hand, and brought it down over the bulge in my pants just as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav called me a man.
I smiled gravely even without a little surprise at her touch.
She felt her own excitement grow from the brief contact with my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund through the soft cotton fabric of my pants.
“Did that touch feel good?” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav softly asked looking up into my face.
I stared back at her with my face still showing gravity over what was happening.
However, there was now no denying the desire that was beginning to burn behind my eyes.
Still, I sat in silence simply staring at her.
Again Dr. Sītā Bhārgav spoke softly and slowly,
“Durgesh, I’ve seen the things you have on your computer. I know what you must do when you are alone looking at those pictures.” She paused as she replaced her right hand on my thigh.
This time her hand landed on the upper part of my thigh only a few inches from my hard Bachhalyā Lund.
She felt the muscles in my leg tense when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav touched me but I didn’t pull away.
“What I can give you is so much more than how that must feel,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said as she again slipped her fingers over to feel my hard Bachhalyā Lund through my pants. “This is my gift for you.”
When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said that it was like some barrier that I had set up in my mind broke.
I let out a long, quiet moan and threw my head back slightly as her fingers touched me through my pants.
Sensing it was time Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slid off the coffee table as she pushed my knees apart.
She knelt on the floor between my legs and reached up to the drawstring of my sweats.
Her long red nails easily grasped the ends of the strings and pulled the knot open.
She moved her hands to my sides and began to pull my sweats off.
I raised my hips off the couch and she pulled them down off my ass.
My Bachhalyā Lund was still stuck inside as I settled back down onto the couch.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached up and lifted them up as she pulled them off until my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund sprang free and stood tall and straight off my lap.
She pulled my sweats off both legs and tossed them aside.
Part of her wanted to begin with my toes and slowly kiss and touch me up my leg but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was so wildly excited and in need of a good fuck that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t able to think of foreplay right now.
Besides, if Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was correct about me, I may last much longer in my obvious excitement before I would cum.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned forward toward my Bachhalyā Lund staring at it closely.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s husband had been a great lover but his Brāhmañ penis had always been a little shorter and smaller than average.
My was probably only average in size or perhaps a bit larger, but in comparison to her memories of her husband and considering how desperately horny Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was it looked huge and more tempting than anything Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could imagine.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned over my lap and since my Bachhalyā Lund was standing so straight and hard Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was able to take it between her lips without even holding its shaft.
She immediately took about half my length into her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth as I released a near primal indication of ecstasy.
The end came after almost an hour.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had really sucked my Bachhalyā Lund madly and savagely, yet still sophisticated.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav bobbed her head a few times and licked the tip of my Bachhalyā Lund with her tongue.
She had fully intended on doing much, much more.
I called out very erudite and bucked my hips upward gravely as I started to cum.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel my cum surging through the shaft of my Bachhalyā Lund with her lips an instant before it erupted into her mouth with a force that shocked her.
She planned to take my whole load in her mouth but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was unprepared for the force and sheer volume of my Bachhalyā cum.
Her mouth was almost full after only the first couple of jets.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav struggled to swallow and keep my Bachhalyā Lund inside her mouth as I bucked my hips.
My Bachhalyā Lund was moving in, out and in to her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth, spurting my Bachhalyā cum heavily inside.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav grasped my Bachhalyā shaft with her Bhārgav Brāhmañ hand and began stroking me that only made me lustier again and seemed to intensify my cumming.
Never had Dr. Sītā Bhārgav experienced such a vast amount of cum.
She excitedly watched it spew out of my Bachhalyā Lund for what was a surprisingly long time before I finally stopped.
My last few spurts of cum barely trickled out of my Bachhalyā Lund and as her fingers worked them out they came out in thick globs that immediately ran down until her hand was coated with my Bachhalyā cum.
I looked her in the face again after I stopped cumming.
My eyes glowed with lust and satisfaction.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav looked back at me.
She had swallowed what was in her mouth and found the taste nasty and intoxicating all at the same time.
Yet, it was the tastiest thing Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had ever tasted in her life.
Yes, Ramā Bhārgav, her younger sister was correct.
The more she licked it the more she wanted to lick it even more, even more and even more.
Yes, her girlfriends were also correct.
They always talked of its incredible taste.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav always tried to stop them.
However, she herself wanted to talk about it now.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
Chapter 9
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 7
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Chapter 7
One complete month?
Nonstop?
Chitrā Pārāshar still couldn’t believe.
But she had herself seen me fucking Pārvatī Pāŧhak nonstop.
Chitrā Pārāshar came home feeling drained.
She stripped to her panties and laid chest down across her bed to take a short nap.
Like in a dream, Chitrā Pārāshar heard the entrance door open and heard the footsteps ascending the 21 stairs to her apartment.
She knew it was Durgesh and expected to hear, “hey Chitrā Pārāshar, I’m here”, but rather Chitrā Pārāshar was soon aware of my presence standing in the door of her bedroom as
I whimpered,
“Chitrā Pārāshar, are you awake?”.
I stood there for long minutes and Chitrā Pārāshar can only assume I was staring, or studying, her nearly nude
Pārāshar Brāhmañ body.
All right! Her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass! No doubt.
Chitrā Pārāshar freely admit for her 47 years she still have nice legs and in her opinion a great Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass.
Brahmāditý Sahajpāl, her Brāhmañ husband, told her so many times that he couldn’t keep his hands off it.
Now, she wanted Durgesh.
To hell with Brahmāditý Sahajpāl.
There’s a limit of every thing.
If Brahmāditý Sahajpāl still wants to destroy his rest of the life keeping his immensely impractical Brāhmañ morals, let him.
Chitrā Pārāshar has opted for Durgesh now.
No more bloody traditional Brāhmañ morals now.
She has opted now for a Bachhalyā husband as the other most of the Brāhmañ Beauties were doing.
Surabhi Tripāŧhī, her close friend, has already started living in relationship with Durgesh.
Why the hell can’t Chitrā Pārāshar too?
How immensely glad Pārvatī Pāŧhak was!
Can Chitrā Pārāshar forget it ever?
Chitrā Pārāshar was lying on the right side of her face.
She saw in the glass of the large windows that made up the back wall, I approached the bed to stand by her feet, which hung off the bed about 6 or 8 inches.
Chitrā Pārāshar squinted at my reflection in the glass and this time Chitrā Pārāshar could clearly see I was staring at her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass.
It took all Chitrā Pārāshar could muster not to jump as
I reached with my right hand and began to caress her glorious gorgeous Pārāshar Brāhmañ bottom.
She didn’t know why Chitrā Pārāshar let me get that far or why Chitrā Pārāshar let me explore for the 15 or 20 seconds before Chitrā Pārāshar felt my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund drop between her legs.
“Durgesh! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Chitrā Pārāshar snapped, as Chitrā Pārāshar faked waking up and whirling around to confront me.
Honestly forgetting that Chitrā Pārāshar was braless, she reached for a pillow to cover her chest.
It was as much from needless modesty as from her large breast and comparatively small nipples that were always erect and hard.
Chitrā Pārāshar said it “needless modesty” because ever since I had come to live with her in her small apartment neither of us have paid much attention to modesty.
Not that Chitrā Pārāshar would ever walk around nude in front of me, but in her underwear, she did many times.
Catching me fucking her Musalmān friend, Nādirah Salmān one morning, I apologized and said I’d be out in a few minutes, undoubtedly finishing up what I had started.
Hell, Chitrā Pārāshar had even caught me fucking her other Musalmān girlfriends in her bed.
Anyway, one can get the gist.
“Just trying to wake you up, Chitrā Pārāshar.” I said, unbelievably nonchalantly. “I got your message about taking you out to dinner. I thought you’d be dressed by now.”
“Durgesh, I’ve been lying here awake!” Chitrā Pārāshar said meekly. “I’m your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife. And you were touching me inappropriate with your extremely infamous Bachhalyā Hindu Penis?”
“Sorry Chitrā Pārāshar. It was like leaving your pocketbook on the front seat of your car with the doors unlocked and
the windows down, tempting someone to steal it.” I offered smiling boldly, as Chitrā Pārāshar sat down on the bed next to me and placed my hand on her knee. “And you’re telling me you were awake the whole time?”
“Groggy, to be more exact.” Chitrā Pārāshar defended, Standing and heading out of the bedroom. “You need to check your hormones at the door. I’ll go freshen up and get dressed and be with you in a sec.”*
We went to one of the more expensive restaurants in our area.
My Brāhmañ Salhaj, Chitrā Pārāshar, could not help but notice that I was acting more attentively than I usually did.
More like a man on a date.
Chitrā Pārāshar smiled.
Did I know she had watched me fucking Pārvatī Pāŧhak nonstop for a complete month in various sex positions?
If not, why the hell Durgesh was treating not as his Salhaj, his sister in law, but as if Chitrā Pārāshar was Durgesh’s own wife?
Being Durgesh’s Pārāshar Brāhmañ sister in law, Chitrā Pārāshar tried her best to please me.
She loved Rashmi Sahajpāl very much.
Chitrā Pārāshar didn’t want Rashmi Sahajpāl had ever to face something she never wanted to, in her live in relationship with me.
That’s why Chitrā Pārāshar every now and then grabbed my Bachhalyā Lund teasing me.
She was never interested in sex with me until she had seen my historical non stop one month fucking of Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Chitrā Pārāshar didn’t want to watch it even.
But Padminī Dīxit was dying to be my live in relationship partner and Chitrā Pārāshar couldn’t refuse Padminī Dīxit.
“So how long is Shuhā Pandit going to be gone?” Chitrā Pārāshar asked, making small talk as we ate.
“Her Ammī hasn’t seen the kids in a while so I think she is staying about four days.”
“I saw you talking to that bitch in 4C out in the parking lot when you went back……….. to supposedly………. get your wallet?” Chitrā Pārāshar commented, hopefully, making it sound like a remark rather than a question. “I hope you’re not fooling around with her.”
“I did forget my wallet in the glove compartment.” I defended. “You know she works for me, and her nickname is “pincushion. I think every man in the place has had a bit. But to answer your question, she’s not my type. If I had a type, it would probably be someone like you.”
“Thank you. It was not a question!” Chitrā Pārāshar retorted. “Just an observation and concern for your live in relationship partner and two kids.”
We arrived back at the apartment about 10:30pm.
After mixing us an after dinner drink, it would be Chitrā Pārāshar’s fifth I think.
We sat on the couch talking.
“So how are you doing?” I asked after a few minutes of small talk.
She knew this question referred to Brahmāditý Sahajpāl, her Brāhmañ husband, not interested in Chitrā Pārāshar any more because he doubted Chitrā Pārāshar had sexual relations with me.
“I still cry every now and then. But I try to stay busy and keep it off my mind.” Chitrā Pārāshar replied.
“I guess a lot of the guys at work are aware that you’re available for remarriage. They must be stumbling over each other.” I said making it somewhat a joke between a Bachhalyā Nandoī, brother in law, and Brāhmañ Salhaj, sister in law.
“You are horrible!” Chitrā Pārāshar too jokingly chided me, slapping my leg lightly. “I have received a little attention in that department but none of those guys interest me the least bit.”
“I know it’s a bit early to be thinking about such things but you’re a gorgeous and sexy lady. You don’t want to throw away too much time.” I said, turning to face Chitrā Pārāshar a little and placing my hand more on her leg than on her knee.
“Oh,” Chitrā Pārāshar acknowledged. “I think about such things more than I should, but Brahmāditý Sahajpāl and I were soul mates and I don’t think I can replace him, even while he doubts now both of us.” Her eyes watered involuntarily.
Chitrā Pārāshar sniffed.
I placed my arm around her and pulled Chitrā Pārāshar close to me.
Chitrā Pārāshar placed her head on my shoulder.
I kissed her head and stroked her hair as Chitrā Pārāshar cried openly.
“I am embarrassed.” Chitrā Pārāshar said sheepishly, finally righting herself and straightening her dress. “I don’t even know the reason I’m crying. You are well known to have sexual relations with most of your salhajs, therefore I even can’t blame him that he suspects our relationship.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I should’ve stopped with the drinks. We had dinner. I have to confess something and there is no one to confess it to but you. I have accepted Brahmāditý Sahajpāl’s disinterest but do you know we used to have sex almost every night.”
“No, Chitrā Pārāshar. I didn’t know that.” I replied, and I noted her eyes blinking and her head straightening. “That’s what I was referring to when I said you shouldn’t throw away too much time.”
“You know how hard it is to find someone that doesn’t care about things?” Chitrā Pārāshar said confusingly.
“What are you talking about, Chitrā Pārāshar? What things?”
“You saw them! My breast! They’re hideous! Brahmāditý Sahajpāl used to think they were beautiful!” Chitrā Pārāshar stammered.
“I only saw them briefly, Chitrā Pārāshar. But they were not hideous, I thought they were quite different, but appealing.” I offered. “Chitrā Pārāshar, I could make another assessment, I suppose.”
I was stroking her hair again and brushing her face, her tears, with the back of my hand.
I placed my hand on her leg again, much higher, and Chitrā Pārāshar promptly removed it.
“I’m your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife, Durgesh.” Chitrā Pārāshar stated weakly, shaking her head. “In making an assessment of my breast, we shouldn’t be discussing such things. I apologize for bringing it up. It must be the drinks I’ve had.”
“You’re right, I suppose.” I replied. “I guess I should head on home.”
“No! Why do you have to do that?” Chitrā Pārāshar pleaded alarmingly. “Shuhā Pandit and the kids are gone. There is no reason for you to go home. You have your bed here.”
“No. It’s probably best that I go.” I replied. “I’ve had a bit too much sexual mood. I might do something improper.”
“What could you possibly do that was improper?” Chitrā Pārāshar smiled.
Chitrā Pārāshar was totally not expecting my response as I placed my hand behind her head and pulled her to me to kiss me on her mouth.
Kissing on the mouth was not that new, but the way I did it, was.
My hand on the inside of her thigh left little doubt in her mind as to where my thoughts were going and it was totally improper.
Chitrā Pārāshar pulled a way.
“Durgesh, I’m your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife.” Chitrā Pārāshar spoke with little conviction. “You should not be kissing or thinking of me that way. I know this afternoon might seem like I was teasing you but I didn’t mean to, really, I didn’t. I was just groggy.”
Chitrā Pārāshar still felt my hand on the inside of her thigh and Chitrā Pārāshar wondered why Chitrā Pārāshar hadn’t, or didn’t, remove it.
“Chitrā Pārāshar, I know who you are. I also know you’re a woman hurting and in need of a little TLC. Just step back from being a sister in law for a moment and allow yourself to be treated like the lady you are.”
I kissed Chitrā Pārāshar again.
Chitrā Pārāshar did not return the kiss, but Chitrā Pārāshar did not stop me too.
“Can you do that, Chitrā Pārāshar?” I asked her after the long passionate kiss.
“Truthfully, I think you’re acting like a man trying to convince a woman to give it up. I suppose, if you can forget I’m your Sister in law, I can try to forget you’re my brother in law.” Chitrā Pārāshar replied, hoping I would catch the application that Chitrā Pārāshar was placing the blame on me.
“Let’s go to the bed, Chitrā Pārāshar.” I said, as I stood, and took her hand.
Chitrā Pārāshar immediately noticed the bulge in my pants.
Chitrā Pārāshar stood and allowed me to lead her to her bedroom.
Her bedroom, with the white carpet, eggshell white walls and white bedspread, with the windows stained in dark mahogany.
“We can stop any time you feel uncomfortable.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Chitrā Pārāshar said, realizing I had just shifted the blame to her. “Durgesh, tell me no one will ever know?”
“What’s to tell! A sister in law and brother in law spending a little quality time together.”
She pulled from me to quickly close the blinds on the 6 large windows.
Chitrā Pārāshar expressed her dismay when I turned on the bedside light.
“Chitrā Pārāshar, I want to see you and get to know you. All of you.” Was all I said.
We intertwined ourselves in the middle of the bed as we kissed and my hands explored her body, lifting her skirt to run my hands over her belly and ass.
Chitrā Pārāshar returned the kiss this time with a little passion thrown in.
Her hands did their own exploring as Chitrā Pārāshar stroked my Bachhalyā erection through my pants.
Chitrā Pārāshar stopped kissing me and began to undo the buttons on her dress.
Chitrā Pārāshar watched me until Chitrā Pārāshar had enough room to get her arms free of the dress and then I unsnapped the front snap on her bra.
I studied her large right breast as I squeezed the token amount of flesh on the left.
She moaned when I placed my lips over her small nipple and began to kiss hungrily.
Your average grape comes in a variety sizes and shapes, so using them to describe her nipples is difficult.
Sensitive as hell, there were long Moments when all Chitrā Pārāshar could do was moan as I kissed it.
Her fingers fumbled with my zipper as Chitrā Pārāshar sought to release my stiff cock. Chitrā Pārāshar was soon pulling on it, gripping it tightly.
“Do you truly like them?” I quizzed. He mumbled something positive.
In quick order, I assisted me in shedding her dress and the bra. I unbuckled my belt and I assisted me in removing my pants. My heavy cotton T-shirt came off easily. We fell back into kissing as he began to rub the crotch of her panties and Chitrā Pārāshar continued pulling earnestly at my stiff Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
Involuntarily, I gripped her hand to stop me as Chitrā Pārāshar slid her middle finger under the elastic of her panties, but only for a brief Moment.
Chitrā Pārāshar withdrew and my Bachhalyā Lund on her bare pussy lips took her breath away.
She tried to yank my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund off.
Chitrā Pārāshar moaned her displeasure as I withdrew from her, maneuvering between her legs.
I know Chitrā Pārāshar looked shy and embarrassed as I began to remove her panties.
Chitrā Pārāshar was, after all, bearing it all for the first time to me.
Very taboo and all!
I sat back on my hunches staring at her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot.
“You’re embarrassing me, Durgesh!” Chitrā Pārāshar whimpered.
“I like so much hair between a woman’s legs.” I exclaimed. “You know I’ve seen between a lot of women’s legs.”
“You like it?”
“It’s the prettiest and most sensuous thing, Chitrā Pārāshar!”
“Is Shubhā Pandit’s furry?”
“Waxed bare!”
Chitrā Pārāshar could not help but smile.
Chitrā Pārāshar watched me as I lowered my face to her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot, sliding my hands under her buttocks.
Without any embarrassment this time, Chitrā Pārāshar pulled her legs back to give me access.
“Aaaaaaa fuck! That’s good!”
It was tiring and strenuous, but she kept her head lifted up to watch me kiss her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot.
That taboo as hell thing was intoxicating.
Unexpectedly, I began to maneuver around pulling her lower on the bed.
In short order, we were in a 69 position with my hands gripping her buttocks and Chitrā Pārāshar staring at my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
So much for treating a woman like a lady, you might say.
I thought it!
It did give Chitrā Pārāshar an opportunity to appraise my legendary unique Bachhalyā manhood and Chitrā Pārāshar did as best Chitrā Pārāshar could as Chitrā Pārāshar stuck her tongue into my tiny pisshole.
‘Hey Bhagvān! My God, Bachhalyā Piyā! Is there no shame!’Chitrā Pārāshar thought, as she took 2 inches of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Pārāshar Brāhmañ mouth.
In the heat of the Moment, Chitrā Pārāshar maneuvered to her knees to straddle me, presenting her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot for better attention and allowing herself to suck my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund better.
Her extremely beautiful Pārāshar Brāhmañ mouth rotated around my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund as\ her two fingers and thumb pumped it vigorously.
Chitrā Pārāshar felt me stop a couple of times no doubt studying her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot as I pulled her lips apart.
One of these times, I returned my lips to her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot and stayed there.
The pleasure was so intense that Chitrā Pārāshar had to stop sucking my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, placing her head on my leg and moaning like a stricken animal.
Chitrā Pārāshar didn’t know how long it was.
All I know, Chitrā Pārāshar wished it could have lasted longer.
The illicit lust, the taboo, plus the expert attention sent her over the edge and Chitrā Pārāshar did indeed moan and shake her head like a lioness.
I continued to kiss her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot and Chitrā Pārāshar could have easily stayed put for another orgasm, but I kneed her forward and turned over on her back.
I maneuvered between her legs and Chitrā Pārāshar voluntarily lifted them presenting her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot to me in willing submission.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Chitrā Pārāshar asked, hoping I would note the shyness she intended.
“Unless you see things differently now. Yes, Chitrā Pārāshar, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Let me.” Was her reply, as she reached to take hold of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund as I moved over top her, supporting myself straight-armed.
I positioned the head of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund to her Pārāshar Brāhmañ hole and her breath caught as I pushed in her deep.
“It’s good, Durgesh.” Chitrā Pārāshar looked into my eyes as I held myself above her and pumped slowly and deeply into Chitrā Pārāshar.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you fuck me!”
“You’re a beautiful woman, Chitrā Pārāshar. You need to be fucked by me, by me only.”
One might be wondering why no condom or spray.
Fact is, in her early 40s Chitrā Pārāshar had enough female problems to take care of any worry of pregnancy.
Chitrā Pārāshar doubted disease would be a problem.
If any of the above was a concern, Chitrā Pārāshar doubted seriously if Chitrā Pārāshar would be bare-assed naked underneath me in such a compromising position.
“You going to fuck your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife good?” she asked, having nothing else to do but run her extremely beautiful Pārāshar Brāhmañ mouth, which Chitrā Pārāshar liked to do in such a compromising position.
“You’re right.”
“Thank you. I do need a good fucking. And you and your big Bachhalyā Hindu Lund is just the one to give it to me. You know you can come in me?”
“Yes, I know.” I replied, maneuvering to grip her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass with both hands. “That’s not too heavy is it?”
“No, not at all, my dear.” Chitrā Pārāshar assured me, though my weight was more than Chitrā Pārāshar liked.
One does not complain at such a time.
She pulled her legs back as far as Chitrā Pārāshar could, lifting and positioning her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot to achieve the straight in Bachhalyā thrusts I preferred. “Durgesh, tell me it’s okay if you fill her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot with your Bachhalyā cum.”
“It is, Chitrā Pārāshar.” I assured her, as I began a vigorous rhythm.
In short order, I was pounding my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund in Chitrā Pārāshar.
Chitrā Pārāshar was beginning to get aroused again and her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass began to thrust in rhythm.
“Your Bachhalyā Hindu Lund is so big!” Chitrā Pārāshar said with labored breath. “And hard! FUCK ME! Fuck your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife, Durgesh. Harder! FUCK ME HARDER!”
I was bigger and longer than my Brāhmañ sālā’s Brāhmañ Lund and while about the same width of Brahmāditý Sahajpāl’s, the difference in length was quite notable.
Chitrā Pārāshar had never been, in her memory, fucked harder or faster than Chitrā Pārāshar was being fucked now.
“I’m coming, Chitrā Pārāshar!” I moaned, after a long fuck session, ultimately, sounding ecstatic.
“It’s all right, Bachhalyā Piyā.” Chitrā Pārāshar replied in a comforting sister in law’s tone. “Don’t fret. Fill my Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot.”
“Chitrā Pārāsharrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” I shouted in ecstasy as I shoved my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund deep into her.
“Yesssss! Bachhalyā Piyā! My Bachhalyā Love!” Chitrā Pārāshar cooed.
Chitrā Pārāshar was aroused again and wanted to continue fucking.
I obliged her.
We kept fucking on the bed.
Chitrā Pārāshar had made a trip to the bathroom and switched off the light before she joined me in the bed again.
A bright moon lighted the trees on the outside of the windows throwing their shadows on the walls.
“You still love me?” Chitrā Pārāshar asked shyly, placing her hand on my thigh.
“Don’t be silly, Chitrā Pārāshar. Of course I still love you.” I replied. “Might even love you more!”
“Why is that? Because I’m a good piece of Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass?” Chitrā Pārāshar persisted.
“The best piece of Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass I’ve ever had.” I assured her. “Have I got a good Bachhalyā Hindu Lund?”
“Bar none, you got the best Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and you fuck better than anybody. Better than my husband, I know. And my friends tell me you are the best.” Chitrā Pārāshar replied, moving her hand to my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, which felt erect and harder.
“Chitrā Pārāshar, you’re getting me excited talking like this. And your hand.”
“Am I? Why don’t you keep fucking more and more intensely and show me how excited you are.”
She accepted me between her legs and again guided my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund deepest into her.
Chapter 8
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 50
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Chapter 50
Durgesh Pārvatī Pāŧhak
Shiv Shankar Sharmā
Shiv Shankar Sharmā approached the door, and from the darkened hallway peered in through the crack.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was standing across the room from me.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed in boxers and a t-shirt.
I seemed a little uncomfortable talking to Pārvatī Pāŧhak in her revealing attire, but at the same Time Shiv Shankar Sharmā could see him looking her over whenever her eyes were averted.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was talking about my Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds, women friends and other similar Musalmān Beauties.
“They really aren’t right for you, and you should try to find someone else.”
“I know, I know,” I said wearily, clearly tired of talking and thinking about it. “But I can’t seem to hit it off with other women so easily and so naturally. I don’t think they find me attractive. The Musalmān Beauties are the women who…”
“Stop that,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife interrupted. “You are a very attractive man. Most women…” she paused. “I too, find you very attractive.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak‘s words gave Shiv Shankar Sharmā a lump in Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s throat.
Intellectually he knew that at an innocent level what she was saying was perfectly true.
He also knew that if she was crossing the bounds of platonic friendship it was not because she was really attracted to me, but rather to help Shiv Shankar Sharmā and their utmost neglected Brāhmañ community.
Hell, the progress of Brāhmañ society is however always dependent on Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī pairs.
Durgesh is so important now that no community can survive without having its female representatives on his nude Bachhalyā Hindu male lap.
She couldn’t blame Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak had herself reached the same conclusion whenever she thought about it.
But at the same Time, the words seemed to clutch at Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s heart.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā was going to burst in, but he thought that maybe Pārvatī Pāŧhak could accomplish her purpose merely by building me up verbally.
I laughed.
“Great, the one other woman who finds me attractive is already married, and to my best friend at that.”
I seemed to become even more dejected.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak responded quickly to my discouragement.
“Even still, I have often thought about being with you.”
Had she?
Shiv Shankar Sharmā assumed she was just try to convince me I was attractive to the Brāhmañ Beauties too, but still Shiv Shankar Sharmā was thrown for a loop.
“Pārvatī Pāŧhak, you’re making me uncomfortable,” I muttered.
“Why? Haven’t you ever thought about being with me, making love to me?”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, I…” I swallowed hard and then seemed unable to continue. “Pārvatī Pāŧhak, why are you teasing me like this?”
In the hallway, Shiv Shankar Sharmā cringed.
This was going worse than expected.
Rather than building me up for Brāhmañ Beauties, it seemed as if Pārvatī Pāŧhak were tearing me down instead.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak realized that things were moving in the wrong direction.
She again upped the ante.
“Who the hell says I am teasing you?” She asked sensuously, and then in one fluid motion she reached down and pulled her nightgown over her head and off.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh G-God, you are so beautiful,” I smiled as I surveyed Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s naked Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak took two small steps towards me, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā reached out for the door.
“What about Shiv Shankar Sharmā?” I asked suddenly looking toward the door.
Instinctively, Shiv Shankar Sharmā recoiled and pressed back against the far wall of the hallway.
“He knows I am down here.”
“I-I don’t understand. Are you guys swingers?”
“No silly, Shiv Shankar Sharmā just knows how madly attracted I am to you. I begged him to let me come see you as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s birthday present to me. You know very well I have not been with another man before, neither since I met Shiv Shankar Sharmā.”
“Really? I mean, not about never having been with another man, but about being attracted to me?”
“Why else would I be here dressed this way?”
We both laughed cunningly, yet not lewdly, sophisticatedly instead.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā was again going to burst, but then he glanced at my face.
It was radiant.
For the first Time in years, Shiv Shankar Sharmā saw me smile a real smile.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā was frozen again.
“I want to make love to you,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak said suddenly, bluntly.
And with those words, Shiv Shankar Sharmā knew he could not stop it now.
Too much had been said, and if he burst in now, Shiv Shankar Sharmā would be crushed, Pārvatī Pāŧhak mortified, and the entire friendship destroyed.
Moreover, it would be even far more destructive to their respective Brāhmañ societies than it were if he hadn’t started it.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak, his immensely faithful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ wife has gone now to Durgesh for ever.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā and his Brāhmañ friends had always criticized their Musalmān friends for deliberately cuckolding themselves for their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and me using me as present to their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies on their birthdays, anniversaries etcetera.
Nevertheless, what he had done today?
Pārvatī Pāŧhak was now standing above me.
I took her hands in mine.
“Pārvatī Pāŧhak, I can’t. You are a dear friend, but I just can’t do this to Shiv Shankar Sharmā and Shiv Shankar Sharmā can’t do it to you.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s hopes soared.
Good old I was going to save him after all.
“I want you,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak replied simply.
“No, I…”
“Shhh, don’t say a word,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife interrupted as she placed a finger across my lips.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak leaned forward and replaced her finger with her quivering red crimson Pāŧhak Brāhmañ lips, kissing me softly.
“Just close your eyes, and pretend it’s a dream,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak whispered as she broke the kiss and fell to her knees.
For a moment, it seemed like I was going to object, but then slowly I complied.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak gently massaged my well-defined quads, and then slowly pressed my legs apart.
Leaning forward, Pārvatī Pāŧhak trailed soft, wet kisses up and down my inner thighs.
I moaned softly, and Pārvatī Pāŧhak ran a hand up my leg until it rested on my crotch.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak moved forward deliberately, kissing me, rubbing her body against my legs, letting me feel her bare, erect Pāŧhak Brāhmañ nipples against my Bachhalyā Hindu skin.
At the same Time, Pārvatī Pāŧhak started moving the hand on my Bachhalyā groin in languid circles.
As she got closer in, Pārvatī Pāŧhak lifted up my t-shirt with her other hand and started kissing my strong, hairy chest.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak ran her tongue over my stomach, teasing my bellybutton, and tracing my hair as it thickened over my abdomen.
She pressed her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ chest between my Bachhalyā legs, twisting and turned sensuously as Pārvatī Pāŧhak rubbed against me.
With my eyes still closed, I reached out and cautiously ran my fingers through her hair and traced the shape of her ears and cheeks.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak straightened up for a moment and pushed my t-shirt up over my head removing it and tossing it on the bed.
Then Pārvatī Pāŧhak leaned back, grabbed my boxers with both hands, and began to ease them off.
I accommodated her by lifting meself off the bed slightly, and then I was as naked as Pārvatī Pāŧhak herself was.*
As Pārvatī Pāŧhak pulled my shorts past my feet, I got a look between my legs.
Although Shiv Shankar Sharmā had known me for twenty-five years, Shiv Shankar Sharmā had never seen me naked, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā had never known how well endowed I was.
But there, between my legs was unquestionably the most impressively piece of Bachhalyā Hindu manhood Shiv Shankar Sharmā had ever seen in real life.
“Hey Bhagvān! Oh God, what a stunning cock! Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, isn’t it? ” Pārvatī Pāŧhak exclaimed when she finally looked up.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak took it in her hand and stroked it up and down.
Her hand looked tiny against my bulk.
And when Pārvatī Pāŧhak placed one hand above the other, a lot of my shaft and my entire oversized glans were still visible.
As impressive as my length was my incredible thickness.
At the touch of her hand, my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund went completely rigid, although thankfully it did not expand any further.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak seemed to be in pleasant shock.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at me, and then back down into my lap.
I’d never known Pārvatī Pāŧhak to have a size fetish, but face to face with my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund Pārvatī Pāŧhak was unquestionably excited.
Her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ face flushed, and she eagerly started kissing me wetly up and down my Bachhalyā shaft even as she continued to pump me with her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ fist.
I moaned softly as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife fondled me.
Encouraged, Pārvatī Pāŧhak started licking me up and down, with slow, wide Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tongue lashes.
My huge Bachhalyā Hindu Lund glistened with her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ saliva, and as Pārvatī Pāŧhak stroked me up and down, her hand made a loud squishing sound.
“That feels good,” I moaned.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak continued licking my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund like a ice cream cone for a while, and then Pārvatī Pāŧhak trailed soft wet kisses down my Bachhalyā shaft until Pārvatī Pāŧhak came to my scrotum.
One at a Time, Pārvatī Pāŧhak took my heavy Bachhalyā balls into her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth, making me shiver with pleasure.
Then kissing her way back up my length, Pārvatī Pāŧhak started kissing the head of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tongue playfully lapping at my Bachhalyā precum as it leaked from my opening.
Still stroking me up and down with both hands now, Pārvatī Pāŧhak opened her quivering red crimson Pāŧhak Brāhmañ lips wide and took the tip of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth.
Slowly Pārvatī Pāŧhak started bobbing up and down, taking me deeper and deeper until she had the top third of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund inside her.
As Pārvatī Pāŧhak fucked my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund with her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth, Pārvatī Pāŧhak made loud slurping, sucking sounds, her cheeks hollowing out as Pārvatī Pāŧhak massaged me with her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tongue.
Without warning, I suddenly gasped, and Pārvatī Pāŧhak started making loud gulping sounds.
It took me a second to realize I had cum in her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I muttered over and over.
But Pārvatī Pāŧhak did not seem upset.
To the contrary she kept sucking me hard, seemingly wanting to milk me dry.
As Pārvatī Pāŧhak continued to lick and slurp my Bachhalyā meat, I ran my hands through her long, luxurious hair, and started moaning,
“Thank you, thank you.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak lifted her head for a second.
Her quivering red crimson Pāŧhak Brāhmañ lips were coated with my Bachhalyā Hindu Vīrý, which ran down the sides of her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ mouth, and connected her to my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
My Bachhalyā Hindu Lund was still leaking significant amount of seed, which flowed down the shaft and over her hands.
It was devastating for Shiv Shankar Sharmā to see Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife kneeling in front of me, performing oral sex, her hands and wedding band covered with my Bachhalyā Hindu sperm.
“I’ve never seen this much cum,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak gushed.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak licked the cum from her fingers, and then enthusiastically started cleaning my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund with her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tongue.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God, it’s been so long. So long,” she moaned in delight.
Although my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund seemed to soften after I came, Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s delligent attention quickly changed that.
In less than five minutes, My Bachhalyā organ was again in launch position.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at me.
“You seem excited,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak cooed.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak stood up and approached me.
I needed no more encouragement.
I leaned forward and buried my face in her closely trimmed muff, slurping at her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot vigorously.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak moaned, “do you feel, Durgesh darling, méré Bachhalyā Hindu Piyā, Brahmkanyāsām Brahmāñīsānch Bachhalyā Patidévah, Bachhalyā Hindu husband of us Brāhmañ Beauties! How wet I am?”
As if to answer, I reached around and slipped my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund into her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot from behind.
Her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot made an obscene squishing sound as I fucked her wet Pāŧhak Brāhmañ hole with my ever aggressive Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak grabbed my waist and pushed me deeper.
“I want you more and more inside me, Bachhalyā Piyā!” Pārvatī Pāŧhak grunted urgently.*
I sat back on the bed, and Pārvatī Pāŧhak climbed onto my Bachhalyā lap facing me.
Reaching between her legs, Pārvatī Pāŧhak grabbed my thick Bachhalyā shaft and guided it into her waiting Pāŧhak Brāhmañ snatch.
Then slowly she impaled herself with on my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak moaned, her head swaying back and forth. “I feel so fucking full.”
And then Pārvatī Pāŧhak made a soft, sensuous gurgling sound, and buried her face into my chest.
“I’m cumming,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak whimpered, as her extremely beautiful Pāŧhak Brāhmañ body convulsed over and over.
More relaxed than ever, Pārvatī Pāŧhak melted into me, my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund now completely buried inside her.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
Then Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked up at me, teary-eyed.
“I love your Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.” And then after a few moments, she added, “Durgesh darling, méré Bachhalyā Hindu Piyā, Brahmkanyāsām Brahmāñīsānch Bachhalyā Patidévah, Bachhalyā Hindu husband of us Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Beauties! I want to feel you cum inside me.”
I seemed happy to oblige.
I started thrusting my hips up and down, slowly fucking Pārvatī Pāŧhak in and out.
Once Pārvatī Pāŧhak recovered from her orgasm, Pārvatī Pāŧhak responded by lifting herself up and lowering herself onto my Bachhalyā shaft.
As we got used to each other’s movement, we started fucking hard and fast.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak moaned as I pounded into her.
Her cries of passion redoubled when I leaned forward and started squeezing her big Pāŧhak Brāhmañ tits into my Bachhalyā palms.
Then I reached around and grabbed a Pāŧhak Brāhmañ ass cheek in each Bachhalyā hand, spreading her apart, and giving me the leverage to fuck her harder and deeper.
It also gave me a completely unobstructed view of my thick Bachhalyā pole pounding into her exposed Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot.
As we fucked each other’s brains out, we started kissing passionately.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak loved to kiss, and has often told Shiv Shankar Sharmā Pārvatī Pāŧhak considered deep kissing even more intimate.
And now, as Shiv Shankar Sharmā watched, Pārvatī Pāŧhak was kissing me so hard, Shiv Shankar Sharmā thought Pārvatī Pāŧhak might swallow my Bachhalyā lips.
We were both moaning loudly through our intertwined tongues.
Then suddenly, Pārvatī Pāŧhak gasped and threw back her head.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God!” Pārvatī Pāŧhak growled through clenched teeth as Pārvatī Pāŧhak came again.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā felt sick to Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s stomach.
In all Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s years with Pārvatī Pāŧhak, she had never cum more than once during sex.
After Pārvatī Pāŧhak stopped shaking, she became much more passive.
I started fucking her more slowly.
I lifted her up until my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund was almost completely out, and then slowly lowered her onto my thick Bachhalyā shaft giving her my full Bachhalyā length with my each aggressive Bachhalyā stroke.
“This is so good,” she sighed again.
“Mmmm, yes,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak again responded, clamping onto my Bachhalyā mouth and kissing me deeply again.
By the clock on the nightstand, and continued passing of days and nights, Shiv Shankar Sharmā watched as Pārvatī Pāŧhak and I made love for over a month nonstop, yet it seemed to Pārvatī Pāŧhak, and as well as to Shiv Shankar Sharmā, as if it was a lifeTime.
Neither Pārvatī Pāŧhak had ever experienced such an incredible miracle, nor Shiv Shankar Sharmā had ever witnessed.
At the end, we started fucking fervently again.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak put her hands on My shoulders and ground her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot hard against my Bachhalyā crotch.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak leaned forward and started sucking my neck, moving on to nibbling my ear lobes.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak started whimpering in my ear:
“You feel so good. I love your big Bachhalyā Hindu Lund. God, I love your big Bachhalyā Hindu Lund. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s intoxicating sexy talk seemed to get me even hotter.
I started pumping my hips faster and faster, until my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund became blur pistoning into Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife’s stretched Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot.
Amazingly, as I raced towards my climax, Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s sounds of passions got louder and louder.
“Oh yeah,” I growled, my whole Bachhalyā body tensing suddenly.
“Hey Bhavān! God, I can feel you coming,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak managed to grunt out before Pārvatī Pāŧhak climaxed yet again.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak draped herself across my chest, and we both slowly pumped our hips as we enjoyed the afterglow.
“That was amazing,” I said softly.
“Hey Bhavān! Oh God,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak replied, “I’ve never felt anything like it. A woman is an idiot to give you up. You are an amazing lover, méré Bachhalyā Piyā.”
I smiled brightly, but then a slight frown came across my face.
“Now! You’re gonna have to go soon, I think.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak nodded her head bubbling with immense ecstasy.
“Hey! Not soon, after a complete month of nonstop incredible sex with you. I don’t want to, but I have to.”
“What are you going to tell Shiv Shankar Sharmā?”
“Durgesh, my absolutely amazing Bachhalyā lover, all I want to know is that you are happy, and that you understand how special you are. Did Shiv Shankar Sharmā interrupt us? No! Not even in a complete month of our nonstop sex. What the hell more proof you want from him that he hasn’t any objection if we both have as much sex as we damn love to? He would have killed us if it were Not You. Understand? Knock ’em dead at that fuck session tomorrow.”
With that, Pārvatī Pāŧhak slowly lifted herself up, sliding my thick Bachhalyā Hindu Lund back out of her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Choot.
My Bachhalyā Hindu Lund slapped wetly against my thigh.
“Sleep well,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak said, as Pārvatī Pāŧhak reached for her nightgown and started toward the door, her eyes still eyeing my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund lustily.*
Chapter 51
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 49
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Chapter 49
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand
Durgesh Pārvatī Pāŧhak
Amīnah Zahīr watched Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand gravely.
“I appreciate your manly vigor, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“Thank you, Umm Al Åālmīn.”
“You are watching my live in relationship with Durgesh yourself personally, yet you are accusing me so bravely.”
“Durgesh never approved of the Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement of Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself. ” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sophisticatedly, “Did he?”
“What do you mean?”
“Durgesh never approved of the ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’ movement of Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan too. ” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sophisticatedly again, “Did he?”
Amīnah Zahīr laughed.
“Naåīmah Bājī, he thinks Durgesh is right and you are wrong.”
“That’s right,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled triumphantly, “Durgesh Jījū and Naåīmah Bājī love each other and they are husband and wife now, despite their thirty two years age difference. Naåīmah Bājī is furious to Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn. She wants them Cuckolds and humiliated immensely until they aren’t True Musalmīn. Durgesh Jījū hates such an attitude even to the Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn.”
“And you think Durgesh is right and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is wrong?” Amīnah Zahīr watched Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand scornfully.
“Is there anything wrong in it?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled patronizingly.
Amīnah Zahīr blurted.
“You are right, Naåīmah Bājī. You are always right. Even Hindus are not with us.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled serenely.
“Control yourself, Amīnah Zahīr. Despite it, we are using Hindus successfully to establish our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Aren’t we?”*
In previous years the exceptionally attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives had tanned topless, however this year, Rukħsānah Aslam felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on.
Imrān Waħīd and I were talking.
Imrān Waħīd was drinking beer in the boat’s cockpit, while I was giving him company with drinking juice.
We had been friends for over fifteen years.
Our wives had been college roommates and were also close friends.
I was especially watchful as my friend’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wife undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her back.
Since Rukħsānah Aslam was lying with her head toward the cockpit, I enjoyed talking to her because she had to raise her head slightly to answer and usually showed some cleavage.
On one occasion, when she raised up a little higher than necessary, I thought I saw a nipple.
I was already enjoying the trip.
It was early September.
We were making our annual sail from North Carolina to the Bahamas, where we would leave the boat for the winter.
Usually there were four of us, but this year, due to a work related issue, my ‘wife’, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was not able to come with us.
Rukħsānah Aslam felt a relief when she heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t accompanying us this time.
Despite the fact that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her childhood friend, Rukħsānah Aslam always hated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever-dominant nature.
Ever-dominant nature?
Really?
Wasn’t it a fact that Rukħsānah Aslam was actually jealous of her miraculously utmost successful childhood friend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?*
Rukħsānah Aslam must be at least sincere to herself.
Shouldn’t she?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never hid the fact from anyone that she loved Durgesh madly despite I was thirty-two years older than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Rukħsānah Aslam never wanted to be one of my women despite my immense success in almost every field.
Rukħsānah Aslam hated Hindus.
“If you keep on your friendship with that immensely dirty sex maniac Hindu multi zillionaire, Durgesh, Imrān Waħīd, you would soon find your every beautiful Musalmān houselady is being fucked by him, including me too.”
“Nonsense, Rukħsānah Aslam. Durgesh is the ever best friend we Musalmīn do have.” Imrān Waħīd was immensely angry with his wife, “Stop being jealous to your childhood friend Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She offered Durgesh to you too, but it was you…”
“I hate that Hindu sex maniac.” Rukħsānah Aslam flared at her extremely damn fool Musalmān husband.
Imrān Waħīd smiled.
“Well, your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends love my immensely successful Hindu friend, Durgesh. Don’t they?”
“They are crazy for his money.” Rukħsānah Aslam said scornfully.
“And why the hell shouldn’t they be?” Imrān Waħīd smiled teasing Rukħsānah Aslam.
“Sex should never be for money. It’s prostitution.”
“So you think all your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends are prostitutes because they have sex with my friend, Durgesh, for his money?”
“Well, aren’t they, at least somewhat?”
“No.”
“Imrān Waħīd, I am surprised.”
“Your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends are not alone who enjoy sex with Durgesh. Most of the Musalmān Beauties I know enjoy sex with Durgesh.”
“And you are proud of it?”
“Come out of your ever harmful communalism, Rukħsānah Aslam.” Imrān Waħīd said scornfully, “It has always harmed us Musalmīn too much.”*
Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was now on her knees.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr now from her glorious teen behind.
“I’m doubtful, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, whether we actually establish our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Nonsense, Durgesh has to be with us. The entire Vedic Monotheist Hindus are with us. Even the traditional Hindus are with us.”
“But the Brāhmañ Beauties are opposing us, the Savarñ Beauties are opposing us.” Amīnah Zahīr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gravely.
“The Brāhmañ Beauties want Bachhalyās and the Savarñ Beauties want Vedic Monotheist Hindus who were born Dalits, the downtroddens. That’s what Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam, Dharm Santānam, Dharm Sansthñpan for them.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only the Brāhmañ Beauties and Savarñ Beauties could be managed. A large number of them is already with us. They haven’t any problem with our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
Amīnah Zahīr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
She changed the subject abruptly.
Looked at Pranav Yogendr Divyanand,
“So you say I knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“Sure. Haven’t you?”
“In Nevada?”
“That’s what I said.”
“I was quite friendly with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim? I talked her out of getting a divorce from her husband. Told her that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think she’d secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement?”
“That’s what I say.”
“Have you heard of something called defamation of character?”
“Oh sure.”
“If you can’t prove what you are claiming that’s what you have to face.”
“I can prove it.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled disarmingly.
There was a silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr kept her teenager big yet heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks thrusting into my nude Hindu lap.
My legendary Uncut Hindu Cock kept vanishing into Amīnah Zahīr’s teen tiny Musalmān Cunt to my balls, coming out until only its head remained inside and then again buried deepest unto my balls.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying our lovemaking enormously.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand continued to say,
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came down to Ved Nagar on the pretext that her husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was here. It was an early hour this morning. She stopped in here and had her gasoline tank filled. In the meantime when her gasoline tank was being filled, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim enjoyed sex with Jījū.”
“Why?” Amīnah Zahīr asked sarcastically, “Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt was tighter than even my teenager Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt? Or, you think Durgesh is fed up of me at my so early teen age?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Amīnah Zahīr patiently.
“Jījū never enjoyed you Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties. He enjoys the Musalmān Beauties of his own age more.”
“Nonsense, you mean Durgesh is not enjoying lovemaking with me? Only I am enjoying his Uncut Hindu Cock in my teenager Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt?”
“If not, why the Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement is there?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sharply, “Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped in here and had her gasoline tank filled. Jījū filled her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tank too with his Hindu Vīrý. I don’t know what Al Samīnah Al Qāsim told you, or what you told her. Nevertheless I do know when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started from here she was immensely satisfied sexually, physically and emotionally. Her bodyguard was with her. Ǻbdul Raħmān was not an ordinary bodyguard. He was a colonel in Her Excellency Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s personal secret service. Colonel Ǻbdul Raħmān was a Commando. He drove down the road about two miles, stopped her limousine in a parking place off by the side of the road and was murdered.”*
I had been with Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā for two days now.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā prepared for bed.
They compared notes, and agreed I needed their help..
“That little fucking Musalmān bitches,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak finally stammered, using a rare invective referring to my Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends. “They totally screw with his mind.”
“Well, it isn’t just his Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends. I mean, they are just being their usual self. Most guys would have been able to shrug it off after a while. But his Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends are his first and almost only love, so they have a disproportionate impact on Durgesh.”
“What do you mean only love? I mean, sure, they make love with Durgesh, but Durgesh is, what, 34, he must have had some other significant relationships.”
“I don’t think so. I mean, he and I have been friends for a long Time, and I don’t remember him really dating anyone else mostly other than needy Musalmān Beauties. For all I know, the Musalmān Beauties might literally be only women he ever slept with happily.”
“Hey Bhagvān, what an impression he must have of other women.”
“Well, it’s not as if he doesn’t know any better. I know he thinks the world of you. Moreover, he’s a smart guy. Nevertheless, yeah, emotionally, Durgesh is almost a cripple except with ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties because he almost never dated other women much. In addition, he built up this notion in his mind about how great it would be when he was with other women. I mean, I hate to psychoanalyze a friend, but there it is. Durgesh needs to be with some non Muslim women if he’s ever going to put Musalmān Beauties behind him and get on with his life, as he should. His Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends are blinding him constantly against other communities. It’s not good for a Mayor to be so partial to any particular society. Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan both are using Durgesh for the benefits of their own community.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked at Shiv Shankar Sharmā thoughtfully. “I like Durgesh a lot, and he’s both sweet and handsome, but I can’t see him ever finding a good relationship. It’s a catch-22. Until he comes out of his shell, other women will stay clear, and the ones who don’t probably have enough of their own problems to make things worse.”
“I wish we could do something,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied sadly, “I wish we could get someone to seduce him or something, but I just don’t know anyone who’d be willing to do that. It’s a lot to ask a friend.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s words trailed off as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s mind wrapped around an idea.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak seemed to look right through Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
“You want me to seduce him.” She said it ambiguously, part observation, part rebuke, part question, and part offer.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā paused. Just for a second, but it was long enough to confirm it.
“N-no,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said unsteadily. “I don’t, not really…” But he didn’t know what to say next.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā just stared at his extremely beautiful brilliant smart Brāhmañ wife.
She struck Shiv Shankar Sharmā as incredibly beautiful at that moment.
She was relatively tall for a woman at 5’7″, and her body was both athletic and voluptuous.
She has long, lean legs, and a hard, flat stomach, but at the same Time, she has large, high breasts, and a rounded Pāŧhak Brāhmañ ass and full hips.
She was wearing a diaphanous nightgown, which seemed to call particular attention to her peaks and valleys.
As part of the pre-bed routine, she had brushed out her long, full, brown hair, and it flowed over her shoulder in shiny waves.
Her face is conventionally beautiful, not exotic, but rather the corn-fed, midwestern, beauty that you associate with the queen at the prom.
She was frowning at Shiv Shankar Sharmā, her beautiful green eyes sad and questioning.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā desperately wished he could go back in Time, and head off the conversation.
The thought of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife with another man, even Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s best friend in need, gave him a feeling like a lead weight in the pit of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s stomach.
And yet at the same Time, a part of him was saying that it was the right thing to do, that it was a sacrifice worth making.
After all they also had a duty toward their immensely neglected Brāhmañ community.
What Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu did when he observed the extremely beautiful infinite Musalmān Beauties were representing even the entire denominations in Islam on Durgesh’s nude Hindu male lap constantly?
Isn’t Imām Muħammad Ħasan doing the same thing?
Hasn’t he used his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies even for it and still using?
The Musalmīn are successful because they are aware of what they should do and when.
The Brāhmañs are again losing to Musalmīn.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan is not a Brāhmañ, yet he has learned from Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.
Can’t he, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, himself too?
If Imām Muħammad Ħasan had Nafīsah Salmān, Shiv Shankar Sharmā too has Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Doesn’t he?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā too sacrifice Pārvatī Pāŧhak as Imām Muħammad Ħasan sacrificed Nafīsah Salmān?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā?*
As Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s was wavering similarly, her eyes glistened, and then one tear rolled down each cheek.
She looked down at her wringing hands, and then she sniffed and returned her gaze to Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
“I can’t Shiv Shankar Sharmā, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I just can’t.”
“I don’t want you to, Pārvatī Pāŧhak.” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said gravely, “Don’t worry. I married with you. I can’t ask you to sacrifice your Satītv and Pātivratý, even for our Brāhmañ community.”
“How do we know it would even help us?”
“It probably wouldn’t,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā seconded, realizing as they spoke about it that the thought of her with anyone else was just too painful.
“Probably?”
“Durgesh needs something. He needs a change of scenery, a therapist, a non Muslim girlfriend, something. But you are right, there is nothing we can do about it except be his friends.”
“Friends,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak repeated softly. “Shiv Shankar Sharmā, are we… am I being selfish?”
“No, I don’t think anyone would call you that,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied.
“I mean, it does make sense in a crazy way. I think Durgesh really thinks Musalmān Beauties are his one chance at love. He needs some sort of reassurance that other women too find him attractive.”
“Do you find him attractive?” Shiv Shankar Sharmā asked.
“Yes, of course,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak answered, a bit too quickly for Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s taste.
Seeing the look in Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s eyes, she continued, “I mean, I’ve never, until tonight, thought of him in anything other than as a friend, but yeah, he is a good looking guy.”
“Maybe that’s all he needs to hear?”
“What if he needs more?”
“I don’t know,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied.
She paused and looked Shiv Shankar Sharmā in the eyes.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said with a firmness Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t expect.
“N-no, I…but…” Shiv Shankar Sharmā stammered in reply.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak approached Shiv Shankar Sharmā, reached out and squeezed Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s hand hard.
“You are a good Brāhmañ, a good friend. I love you.”
And then before Shiv Shankar Sharmā could say another word, Pārvatī Pāŧhak turned and walked out the door.
It took Shiv Shankar Sharmā a moment to process what they had agreed to, and suddenly Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized how ambiguous they’d left it, how open ended this plan was.
As Shiv Shankar Sharmā watched the door shut behind Pārvatī Pāŧhak, Shiv Shankar Sharmā was paralyzed.*
Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized that both Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā thought that it was the right thing in the abstract.
But Shiv Shankar Sharmā also realized that Pārvatī Pāŧhak was going along with it, for Shiv Shankar Sharmā, as much as for Durgesh.
But to his immense surprise, Shiv Shankar Sharmā now didn’t want her to.
Well, Shiv Shankar Sharmā did, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā knew he should, but Shiv Shankar Sharmā couldn’t.
Choking back his guilt at failing his already immensely neglected Brāhmañ community, Shiv Shankar Sharmā wrapped his mind around the simple fact that he loved Pārvatī Pāŧhak and did not want to share her.
No matter how selfish that made him that was the way Shiv Shankar Sharmā felt.
The realization finally brought Shiv Shankar Sharmā out of his stupor.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā had to stop Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā went out the door and down to the basement where I was staying and where Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife had gone to try to build up my confidence in Brāhmañ Beauties.
But as Shiv Shankar Sharmā reached the top of the basement steps Shiv Shankar Sharmā hesitated.
Instead of rushing down the stairs, Shiv Shankar Sharmā crept slowly to the bottom.
The basement was divided into three rooms — a laundry room, a small study, and guest bedroom.
At the bottom of the stairs, Shiv Shankar Sharmā could see the light on in my room.
With the door cracked open, Shiv Shankar Sharmā could hear us talking.
It wasn’t too late, at least.
Chapter 50
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 15
Durgesh Waħīdah Ǻbbās
Durgesh Ǻāliyah Kāmrān
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was really looking forward to this weekend away with me.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I sat side by side on the plane heading for Spain, Waħīdah Ǻbbās closed her eyes and thought back to how it had all come about.
Allah, how difficult it was to seduce Durgesh, Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought.
And the bastards, Musalmīn, claim Durgesh is a Hindu communal sex maniac.
Durgesh fucks every Musalmān Beauty he meets ever.
Bosh and nonsense.
If the ever communal bastard Musalmīn were true in their ever false ever communal claim, why the hell so many Musalmān Beauties were still dreaming and suffering to have Durgesh as their lover/ live in relationship partner?
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was Just Eighteen Just Adult, and liked to think that she was independent.
She was just coming to the end of her first year at University.
For the last couple of years, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had chosen not to go away on the annual family holiday with her younger sister and her parents.
The previous summer, the rest of the family had gone to Spain, and had spent the day in Barcelona, a city Waħīdah Ǻbbās had always wanted to visit.
When we got back, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite jealous of us for having been there, and on the spur of the moment, Durgesh had promised to take her there for a long weekend.
For various reasons, the long weekend had never happened – until now.
About a month ago, the topic of the trip had come up again.
Durgesh was due a few days off, and so – without telling Waħīdah Ǻbbās – he had stumbled about on the internet, and booked them some flights and two rooms at a decent looking hotel.
It had all seemed to work out okay, and she was actually quite proud of me for having booked the holiday that way.
I could barely contain myself when I surprised Waħīdah Ǻbbās with the tickets a few days later.
The excitement had built over the next few weeks as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had both looked forward to the trip.
The two of us had always got on well, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās actually got on better with me than she did with her Ammī, particularly in the last couple of years since she had got over those difficult, early teenage years.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had caught the early flight to Barcelona on the Friday morning, and had until our flight back, late on Sunday afternoon, to enjoy ourselves.
I smiled at Waħīdah Ǻbbās as I caught her looking across at me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I laughed, for no other reason than Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were happy to be getting away for a few days, able to spend some time together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās shut her eyes and relaxed, thinking about me.
Despite the ever communal ever unjustified in their Hindu hating dastardly claims of the Pseudo Musalmīn, Waħīdah Ǻbbās found me never communal, never Musalmān hating.
I was okay, she thought to herself.
Generous, a good laugh, kind.
And extremely good looking too, Waħīdah Ǻbbās concluded.
Actually, she thought, I was outstandingly handsome, in every kind of way.
Moreover, she knew that almost everyone of her friends fancied me like mad even at my sixty-four.
Was I really sixty-four?
No one believed it ever.
Except perhaps her Nānājān, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh himself.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās laughed to herself at the thought, preferring men her own age, but understanding the attraction of someone older.
Nowadays, it was a surprising trend for Waħīdah Ǻbbās that Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were mostly interested in senior Hindu males, instead of those of their own age.
In Ved Nagar, it was almost a miracle now if a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty dreams of a Musalmān or a Hindu male of her own age.
“Teenagers are immensely inexperienced.” one of her closest friends, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, said scornfully, “They are as afraid of taking our cherry as we ourselves are. The bastards, always seeking safe girls who have already lost their cherry either to their fathers or brothers.”*
Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl looked at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān immensely horrified.
“To their fathers or brothers, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān?”
There was a strong disbelief in Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl’s voice.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
“Chicken!”
“I hate you.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl shouted at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān protesting strongly.
“Nevertheless, you are a chicken still now even at your Just Eighteen Just Adult. Stupid girl.”
“Shut up. Keep your filthy mouth shut. You dirty bitch.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl thundered at her.
Some of their friends were watching them quarrel, with interest, but most of them were laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
Yes, some of them were neither laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl nor watching them interested in their futile quarrel, but even they were smiling at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl with quite an immense smirk on their lips.
“Chicken,” Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl mockingly, “the world is not as moral as you childishly think. Most of the fathers fuck their own daughters and most of the brothers fuck their own sisters until they are not married to their foolish husbands.”
Farħānah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“Not only that,” she confirmed Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, “there are so many Ammīs even who are cougars to the extent that they have their sexual relationship with their own son.”
“You are dirty girls.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl said scornfully, “I hate all of you.”*
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān teased Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl not to humiliate her, to teach her instead the cold and hard things of life.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān wasn’t as lucky as Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl was.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān had had to face grim realities of life, consequently, even while she was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
The kitten’s eyes, waving back and forth, followed the ball of crumpled paper.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān was waving it high above the arm of the chair.
The kitten was named Green Eyes because of the color of her eyes.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān liked to watch her eyes.
Their pupils were always changing, narrowing to ominous slits and widening to opaque pools of onyx.
Those black and green eyes had an hypnotic effect on Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, as Durgesh himself had on almost entire womankind.
Almost?
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān disagreed.
There isn’t any exception, as far as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān knew.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān’s own elder sisters hated Durgesh once.
They deliberately, stubbornly, married eligible Ǻrab Royal Sheikħs.
Their age difference even didn’t matter at all.
What happened?
Ultimately, her Māmūjān, Muħammad Yūsuf, was proven to be exactly correct.
Eventually, everyone of her elder sister seduced Durgesh herself.
And now, they are having their actual live in relationship with Durgesh while still married to their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands tried to object on it.
Durgesh immediately transferred his numerous stocks of shares in the oil companies in the name of their wives.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands suddenly found their wives actually controlled now their oil wells even.
Their objections died out eventually after a long futile struggle.
The royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands surrendered to their richer wives for their own financial survival.
It was their bad luck that Saůūdī Årab was not Saůūdī Årab anymore.
She was Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Modern Democratic Årabia.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was its ever first President.
Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.*
However, it was not exactly as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān thought it was.
Her eldest sister, Kħālidah Kāmrān managed it somewhat differently.
Her Ammī, Kāzimah Yåqūb and I left work early at five o’clock because she wanted extra time to get ready for the Halloween party our friends were throwing tonight.
Kāzimah Yåqūb and I worked together at my office.
I was an utmost successful Sex therapist in the suburbs and Kāzimah Yåqūb was my Colleague lady Sex therapist.
I met Kāzimah Yåqūb just after her second year of medical school to become a Lady Sex therapist.
Kāzimah Yåqūb was 18 at the time.
Shortly after we met, Kāzimah Yåqūb got pregnant from me.
Kāzimah Yåqūb wanted to manage her live in relationship with me, but Kāmrān Hāshimī proposed her surprisingly.
“Why not oblige me, Kāzimah Yåqūb?”
“What do you mean?” Kāzimah Yåqūb could not understand.
“I’m a bisexual, Kāzimah.”
“I know.”
“What? How the hell you know it?” Kāmrān Hāshimī was dumbfounded.
“Nāzimah Raħmān told me.”
“Allah! Is she telling everyone that I am a bisexual?”
“Not bisexual, worse. She is telling everyone that you are impotent, not capable to satisfy any woman. You exploded as soon as you entered Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān had to go to Durgesh to extinguish the fire you incompetently set between her legs.”
“Durgesh? She went to Durgesh? But she loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” Kāmrān Hāshimī was horrified.
“Nāzimah Raħmān doesn’t love Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar loves Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān hates Shankar Mahāpralayankar. He is a Criminal.”
“But… but Shankar Mahāpralayankar said…”
“Nāzimah Raħmān isn’t responsible for what Shankar Mahāpralayankar claims. Only Durgesh could save Nāzimah Raħmān from Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Nāzimah Raħmān hadn’t another option. Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucks even the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs in their asses.”
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more powerful than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs even. The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs can’t protect themselves from his criminal powers.”
“As they sowed so they’re reaping.” Kāzimah Yåqūb said curtly, “The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs created Shankar Mahāpralayankar against Musalmān terrorists to protect their kingdom. They succeeded in protecting their royal kingdom from Musalmān terrorists, but not from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. They thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t do anything. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slapped them, rather kicked them actually with her far stronger feet than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had. As they sowed so they reaped. What’s wrong in it?”*
I looked at Waħīdah Ǻbbās, as she sat, totally relaxed, her eyes closed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite beautiful, just like her Ammī at that age.
She had had her red hair cut for our break, but it still hung around her shoulders, framing her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She really was quite lovely, with her big brown eyes, full lips and pert nose.
Like many girls of her age, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a tight sleeveless top, with the narrowest of straps, which clung to her body, curving softly around her full Musalmān breasts.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s tanned midriff was bare, the gold cross in her pierced belly button glinting softly.
Her skirt was – according to her Ammī – too short.
Looking across at her, I suddenly felt aware of myself at how my ever experienced Hindu male eyes were drawn to her long, slender, tanned female Musalmān legs.
The flight wasn’t that long.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had been fed a typical airline breakfast, had a couple of cups of coffee, and bought Waħīdah Ǻbbās some duty free perfume, it was time to start descending towards Barcelona.
As soon as the captain announced our approach to the airport, Waħīdah Ǻbbās grabbed My arm, her excitement evident on her terribly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, her Musalmān breasts squashed against me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās bent over to try and see more out of the window next to me.
Once the plane landed, and came to a halt at the terminal, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were amongst the first to leave the plane.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I dashed through the airport, hoping that our luggage would arrive quickly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in luck – it seemed that only minutes after Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached baggage reclaim, our cases were on the conveyor belt in front of us.
Minutes later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in a taxi heading for the city centre.
The taxi driver picked up on our excitement straightaway, and was soon chatting away in his broken English, pointing out the various sights as he drove.
He offered us a sight seeing “detour”, and as it wasn’t much more than the fare itself, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took him up on his offer.
He drove us up to the highest part of the city, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped at the panoramic views in all directions, of the docks and the cruise ships lined up in one direction, and of the city in the other.
He showed us the historical sights, where the famous football stadium was, where the Olympic village had been, and so much more.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the hotel, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I couldn’t wait to see more.
I paid off the driver, and then led the way through to the hotel reception, proud to have beautiful young Waħīdah Ǻbbās on my arm, proud yet cautious of the admiring looks Waħīdah Ǻbbās was getting.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to my arm as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I waited in the short queue at reception, both of us chatting away happily.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the reception desk, I gave the receptionist our name, and then waited while she found our paperwork.
As she looked through it, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both became aware of the looks the receptionist was giving us.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled.
“She thinks I’m either your wife or at least your Musalmān girlfriend,” she told me, hardly able to hold back her giggles.
The receptionist gave me the booking in form to sign with a frosty smile, and asked to see our passports.
I handed over the passports, and then looked at the form the receptionist had asked me to sign.
“I’m sorry,” I told her a few minutes later, “there’s been a mistake. I booked two single rooms, not one twin room.”
As the receptionist took the form back, I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the e-mail confirmation I’d received.
I also had the screen print form when I booked the hotel over the Internet.
“Look – there,” I pointed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked as well.
“Durgesh darling,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried mischievously, seductively, naughtily. “It is wrong – look at the boxes your secretary ticked erroneously. You’ve booked one, Double Bed room, instead of two, Single Bed rooms.
She pointed at the e-mail.
I stared at the paper in front of me.
It suddenly dawned on me what my secretary had done.
“You can’t be trusted with secretaries, can you?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, only half joking as she saw our weekend being spoilt in front of us.
I told her not to worry, that I would sort it out.
But, as the receptionist explained, the hotel was fully booked.
If Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted two rooms, then Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would have to look elsewhere.
I looked helplessly at Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
“We’ll take it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās announced firmly. “After all,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me softly, trying to make me feel better, “There is a Double Bed – and a bathroom to get changed in.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I finished booking in, gave the still disbelieving receptionist My credit card details, and then followed the porter to the lifts, and the eighth floor.
He opened the door to our room for us, and placed our cases just inside.
As I tipped him, he gave a knowing wink.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās squeezed my arm, telling me to ignore the porter.
He thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās my young wife or young Musalmān girlfriend and we were here to enjoy sex with each other.
It was normal for him to welcome aged Hindu multimillionaires with their sexy young Musalmān secretaries/ girlfriends.
I followed Waħīdah Ǻbbās into the room.
Like so many hotel rooms, there was a short corridor, with the bathroom off to one side.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās popped her around the door to look inside.
It was actually quite big, with a partially sunken bath as well as a separate shower cubicle.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās came out, she saw that I had stopped.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās walked up behind me, and took in the rest of the room.
It was quite large, with sliding doors out to a balcony which overlooked the city, and a LARGE DOUBLE BED.
She stopped, her eyes frozen on the bed.
I recovered first.
“Don’t worry,” I told her, “It’s probably just two beds pushed together – I’ll get the hotel to move us.”
“Look,” I added, as I flipped up the bed clothes to show her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both stared.
There was only one set of legs.
It was only one bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stared at each other.
I eventually broke the silence.
“I’ll get us another room.”
“How?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked. “You heard what that receptionist said.” She stared at me for a moment longer. “We’ll just have to put pillows between us like when we were kids.”
Despite myself, I laughed at the memory of when Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had all gone to Disneyland six or seven years before.
The hotel room had two big beds, so Waħīdah Ǻbbās had shared with me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had used pillows to split the bed into two, but by the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had finished, the pillows had begun to look like a barricade.
“Are you sure?” I asked, totally fed up with myself for getting it all so wrong.
“Yes,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told, squeezing my arm reassuringly.
“Now come on, I’m starved. Let’s get unpacked, and then get some lunch,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās added, more brightly than Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt, but wanting to cheer me up.
An hour later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were sat in the warm spring sunshine, outside a cosy café towards the top end of Las Ramblas, a wonderfully entertaining street in the centre of Barcelona, eating omelettes, Waħīdah Ǻbbās even enjoying a bottle of red wine.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate and Waħīdah Ǻbbās drank.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I felt more relaxed, the problems of the last few hours disappeared, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I started to plan our weekend.
I was torn between sight seeing and going to the Nou Camp stadium to soak up the atmosphere and watch football, while Waħīdah Ǻbbās wanting nothing more than to visit all the shops Waħīdah Ǻbbās could find, looking at the sights as Waħīdah Ǻbbās went.
In the end, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I decided Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would try and do everything.
“Okay, let’s go for it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, before adding mischievously, “So long as we go shopping first!”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I spent the afternoon shopping.
I actually quite enjoyed it, glad to see Waħīdah Ǻbbās so happy as Waħīdah Ǻbbās took me from shop to shop, trying on dozens of items for every one Waħīdah Ǻbbās bought.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I even went shopping for me, as I gave in at last to Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pleas for me to “get with it!”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I still hadn’t finished when the shops began to close.
“There’s always tomorrow,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, skipping out of the way as I playfully swung a shopping bag at her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I strolled the half a mile or so back to the hotel, our arms linked, enjoying each other’s company as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I always did.
Back at the hotel, I had a quick shower and then left the bathroom free for Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
When I heard her in the shower, I leisurely dressed, putting on the new clothes that Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left out for me.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās re-appeared, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was dressed and ready to go out.
“What do you think?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked, spinning around to show off her new outfit.
While my wolf whistle was meant to be playful, I couldn’t help thinking how good Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had put on a tiny amount of make up, just enough to highlight her extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān features.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a short, flared skirt and high heels, both of which helped to show off her legs to perfection.
The skirt fitted just tightly enough around her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to show just how sexy it was.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wore a vest top with very thin straps, with a shirt over the top of it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left the shirt unbuttoned, and I couldn’t help but notice how the vest clung to the shape of Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pert Musalmān breasts.
“You look beautiful, sweet heart,” I told her, “You make me so proud.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās hugged me, telling me I “looked even more killingly handsome than I myself realized”.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stood close together, I suddenly realised just how good it felt to have Waħīdah Ǻbbās in my arms like this, just how sexy Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt against me.
I let go of her as if I’d been burnt, Mumbling something about us “needing to go out” as Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me quizzically.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate in the hotel restaurant.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took our time, and even I felt relaxed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I looked forward to the next few days.
After dinner, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went for a walk around the place de Catalunya, strolling slowly amongst
the fountains and statues, enjoying the atmosphere.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I got back to the hotel, it was quite late.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went into our room, there was – just for a moment – an uncertain silence between us, as if Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t quite know what to do.
But then I went into the bathroom for a quick wash.
When I came out, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sat on the edge of the bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās glanced across at me as I came back into the room bare chested.
She stood up, her pyjamas in her hand, and went to take her turn in the bathroom, smiling at me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās brushed past me.
I sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly unsure about sharing a room, let alone a bed, with Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, and quickly decided to get changed.
I grabbed the pyjama’s I’d bought earlier and quickly unwrapped them.
I didn’t normally wear pyjama’s, preferring to sleep in the nude or in an old tee shirt if it was cold.
But while there were out shopping I had bought some just for the weekend.
I stood up, quickly pulled my trousers and underwear off.
As I stood naked, reaching out for my pyjamas, I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
“Amazing,” I thought, smiling to myself.
At sixty four, I did still look okay.
I always kept my tan, and had managed to avoid putting on too much weight over the years.
While my muscular legs and chest have not softened even slightly with the passing of time, I knew that I could still draw the odd admiring look when I was on the beach.
As I stood naked, my pyjama’s still in my hand, the bathroom door burst open.
I sat down abruptly on the edge of the bed, holding my pyjama’s still in my hand, not even covering my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, my face startled.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās stopped dead, looking at me, feeling very embarrassed both for her and me.
I looked at her, my mouth suddenly very grave.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing her favourite Winnie the pooh pyjamas.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had had them for years, so they were now a bit too small, but she still loved to wear them.
The short sleeved top, which had once been baggy on her, now fitted snugly over her Musalmān breasts, her nipples clearly visible.
I stared at her, at the picture of the bear on the front, at the way the picture moved with her, with her body, with her Musalmān breasts, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed.
Her pyjama bottoms were shorts, and while they had once reached her knees, they were now half way up her tanned thighs.
Behind her, in the other wall mirror, I could see just how tight they were over her firm Musalmān ass, how they clung to her soft Musalmān curves.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās stared at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
We both were in trance.
For how much time, none of us knew.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās just kept staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
I kept watching Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās recovered first.
“Come on Durgesh darling, get a move on,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed to the other side of the room, doing her best not to look in my direction as she started to put her clothes away in the wardrobe.
“Waħīdah Ǻbbās, I’m trying to get changed,” I told her, saying the first thing that came into my head.
I felt angry with myself for getting us into this mess, and with Waħīdah Ǻbbās for being so sexy, so beautiful.
And with myself for the way my Uncut Hindu Lund was reacting openly.
“Oh come on, Durgesh darling, I won’t look.”
“Well you better not,” I told her, trying not to look in her direction, my voice unexpectedly gruff.
“And if I do? I’ve already more than enough. I’ve already digested too much what the unique you have for us womankind.” Waħīdah Ǻbbās teased me.
“I’ll have to spank you,” I retorted, automatically using our standard joke.
I glanced in the mirror and saw that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking away now.
I carefully shook my pyjamas to unfold them, before standing up to step into them.
I glanced up again.
This time I saw Waħīdah Ǻbbās in the mirror, looking in my direction.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could obviously see my buttocks, but that wasn’t where Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking in the mirror as well, at my reflection, at my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund swaying in front of me, at my heavy Hindu balls hanging beneath.
I dragged my pyjamas up my legs and sat down.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been looking at me so openly.
Or had I imagined it?
“Sorry.”
Her voice was small, so quiet I could hardly hear her, even though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was now stood next to me.
I felt angry again, at her, at myself.
I reached out and grabbed Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s arm, dragging her to me and throwing her over my knee.
“I told you what would happen,” I almost shouted, as my hand crashed down onto her perfect big ass, barely hidden by the thin material stretched tightly over her hot Musalmān body.
She screamed and wriggling, kicking her legs as my hand crashed down again.
I felt the heat of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my hand as I smacked her for a third time.
I stopped, breathing heavily, my hand resting on her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, her heat radiating through to me.
I was suddenly aware of her Musalmān breasts and belly against my leg, of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her pyjama top had ridden up and I looked down at her back, at her smooth skin, at her beautiful sun tan, at the small tattoo at the base of her spine, at the way her narrow waist flared out to meet the soft curves of her hips and ass.
A groan escaped from deep within me as I ran my hand softly over her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and up onto her back, feeling the shape of her sexy Musalmān body.
I slipped my hand into the back of her shorts, pulling them down as I ran the tip of my middle finger down between her cheeks, knowing it was wrong but totally unable to stop myself.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās gasped, trying to take in what was happening, trying to understand why the pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being overwhelmed by the pleasure shooting through her.
“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, wriggling harder as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my finger scratching lightly over her puckered Musalmān bum, as waves of pleasure washed through her.
“Durgesh, stop,” she moaned, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hard Uncut Hindu Lund against her belly, as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded, as She pressed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot herself down against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I sensed the change in her, but couldn’t work out what it was.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was still wriggling, but her movements were now more deliberate, more controlled.
My already hard Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened even more as I realised that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was actually rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against it, against the hardness of my knee.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās was going to faint.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her whole body, ached with the pleasure surging through her.
Her nipples felt like they were ready to burst they felt so hard.
And beneath her, Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel the hardness, the heat, of mine.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās couldn’t stop herself.
It was as if a floodgate had suddenly opened.
She pressed her whole body down against me, wanting me.
With a groan, I felt Waħīdah Ǻbbās press down against me.
I pushed my hand further into her pyjamas, reaching down between her legs to find her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund on her, suddenly scared, very scared, by the depths of her feelings, of her need, of her desire for me, of her need for release.
She scrambled away from me, falling onto the floor before quickly standing up.
Her chest was heaving, her nipples rock hard against the thin material of her top.
There was a dark patch on her shorts where Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been rubbing against me.
I looked Waħīdah Ǻbbās up and down, drinking in her sexiness, my heart thumping.
I saw her eyes looking down at me.
Glancing down, I realised for the first time that my Uncut Hindu Lund had escaped through the open fly of my pyjamas, and was now stood erect, all eight inches of it, thick and hard, the head red and engorged, and already wet with pre cum.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund jerk.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s eyes widened as Waħīdah Ǻbbās watched my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t resist, didn’t want to resist, instead when Waħīdah Ǻbbās herself grabbed me, plunging herself to me, her mind blanked by lust.
Her shorts were half ripped away from her body as she grabbed them and plunged herself towards me.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of her red hair, but then Waħīdah Ǻbbās was straddling me, neither of us sure of what was happening, neither of us wanting to stop, but both of us knowing that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had to.
“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās almost sobbed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt over my lap, her knees on the bed each side of my nude Hindu male thighs.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t feel in control of her body any more.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my hands on her hips, the unbearable heat of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās groaned.
“Durgesh, I’ve never ……..”
And then Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands pulling her down onto me.
Her knees collapsed under her, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt the searing heat of my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund driving upwards into her ardent Musalmān body.
“….. done this before …” Waħīdah Ǻbbās finished, my Uncut Hindu Lund already deep inside her like a rod of steel.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās screamed with pain, with desire, as My Uncut Hindu Lund tore into her body.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās automatically straightened her legs, lifting herself away from me.
She sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me, at the awful confused, pained expression on my face, at the horror at what had happened, what she’d done, in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes.
“Oh Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed, lowering her body back onto mine.
This time it was I who was frozen, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered her sexy young body back down onto me.
She moved slowly, almost gingerly, reaching down to hold my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hand barely big enough to reach around my thick Hindu shaft. Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her other arm round my neck as she eased my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her body, wanting me, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund, desperately.
I held her hips lightly, not quite believing what was happening, watching Waħīdah Ǻbbāss face as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
I couldn’t believe how hot, how wet, how tight Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as the engorged head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her.
I somehow resisted the urge to push my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as deep as I could, to pull her hips down onto me, and let Waħīdah Ǻbbās take her time.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my lap, Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips stretching around my Uncut Hindu Lund as it slipped into her.
The pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was being washed away by the strength of her pleasure as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moulded itself to every ridge, every contour, of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With a deep groan, she settled onto my lap, all eight inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was in awe of her body, of the pleasure surging through her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had no idea how all of that wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund had fitted inside her, but it had.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt so full, as if my Uncut Hindu Lund was reaching up to between her Musalmān breasts.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around My neck and looked into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, seeing the same need, the same desire in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes as Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sure I could see in hers.
Her legs were spread wide, her knees each side of me.
It felt as though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was being split apart by my Uncut Hindu Lund, speared deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my balls against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hands stroking her hips, running softly over her body.
Still looking into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, she eased herself up on my Uncut Hindu Lund, feeling it sliding out of her a few inches before dropping back onto me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wiggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a little, and then lifted herself again, enjoying the wonderful sensations flooding her body more and more, enjoying the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, the feel of my skin peeling back over my Uncut Hindu Lund head each time she moved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up and down my Hindu length.
It seemed natural for us to kiss, tentatively at first, our lips barely touching.
But then Waħīdah Ǻbbāsicked slowly along My lips, before poking her tongue between them, feeling our way inside my mouth.
Moments later, our lips were locked together, our tongues thrusting and exploring.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I kissed, I pulled Waħīdah Ǻbbās to me, feeling her Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples against my chest even through her flimsy pyjamas, our hips now moving as one.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I broke our kiss, staring at each other as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped for breath, our lips still for a moment.
Silently, Waħīdah Ǻbbās reached for the hem of her top, and pulled it slowly up her body and over her head.
I gasped, my Uncut Hindu Lund jerking inside her, as the rest of her body was uncovered.
My ever experienced Hindu male eyes moved with her, following the edge of her top upwards.
Firstly, it was her flat, well toned belly with the little gold cross nestling in her belly button.
I had always been against her having her navel pierced, but now all I could think about was how sexy it looked, Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
As the top went up higher, my hands moved from her hips and slowly up the sides of her slender body, her skin smooth and soft under my touch.
Gradually, as if in slow motion, the soft swell of her Musalmān breasts came into view.
I moaned, my hands tightening around her, as her sexy young Musalmān breasts were unveiled to me.
They were bigger than I’d ever imagined, but still firm, very firm and beautifully shaped.
They seemed to turn upwards at the end, and were slightly conical shaped, her nipples hard and swollen, the aureoles dark and wide.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās saw how I was looking at her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing at the expression on my face.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās held still for a few long moments, her arms above her head, her Musalmān breasts thrust out to me, wanting me, as I feasted on her extraordinary Musalmān beauty.
I reached out to her, my hands moving smoothly across her body to cup her Musalmān breasts.
I sighed as I felt her firmness beneath my hands, just as Waħīdah Ǻbbās sighed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands on her, the rough skin on my thumbs scraping lightly over her sensitive nipples.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her top onto the floor and pulled my head to her.
I pressed my head into her cleavage, my hands still on her Musalmān breasts, the two of us still for a moment except for the gentle movement of our hips, of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
I watched as her nipples puckered and tightened even more under my touch as I moved from one to the other I squeezed them gently, and then harder.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās held my head to her, wanting, needing, my attention, her hips rising as Waħīdah Ǻbbās began to fuck my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I moved as one, my Uncut Hindu Lund ploughing into her, stretching her, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, as I squeezed her Musalmān breasts and nipples, my hands roaming easily over her body.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as though My Uncut Hindu Lund was filling her entire body.
It felt huge inside her – and Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, reaching deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it moved, the way her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped itself around it.
And Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way the pain, the dull ache, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being replaced by waves of intense, almost painful, pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt nothing like it ever before.
The pleasure filling her, reaching the very ends of her body, was amazing, and was being driven there by my stunning Uncut Hindu Lund inside her body, by my hands on her body, by my mouth on her Musalmān breasts.
Everything was a blur as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, holding me tighter and tighter as the pleasure inside her became almost unbearable.
Our hips, our bodies, were moving faster now, my Uncut Hindu Lund reaching deeper and deeper inside her as everything else was forgotten except for our pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as her orgasm tore through her body, wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her head back, her chest flushed, her body tense, as I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and clung to her, in awe of her reaction, of the pleasure Waħīdah Ǻbbās was enjoying.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was almost sobbing with relief as her body relaxed, as I began fucking her again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was bouncing up and down on my lap as I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly into her, her Musalmān breasts bouncing in front of me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās rode my violent Hindu thrusts, as she straddled my knees, pushing down to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund as I drove it deepest into her body.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I fucked, her juices poured from her onto my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, the room echoing to the wet sounds of our bodies moving together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund grow even bigger inside her as my climax approached, as another climax washed through her.
As my Hindu cum threatened to erupt inside from me, I started to lift Waħīdah Ǻbbās away from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“No,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, understanding what I was trying to do, “it’s okay. Give it to me inside, please.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās drove her body downwards, using her weight to drive my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her just as my balls contracted and sent my Hindu cum into her body in thick jets.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both cried out, I at my release and Waħīdah Ǻbbās at the feel of my Hindu cum filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, mixing with her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I clung together, my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing inside her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezing my n cum from me.
I collapsed backwards on the bed, breathless, my muscular body slick with sweat.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās lay down on top of me, her cheek resting on my chest, my softening Uncut Hindu Lund still filling her hot, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I love you, Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās murmured, hugging me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my arms around her, “I love you now even more than I ever did before. Thank you. Thank you very much for accepting me in your life forever, my dear Hindu husband.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I lay still for long moments, savouring the feel of each other, before Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I inevitably thought about what had happened.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both knew that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I should be feeling guilty, but Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t.
All Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I knew was that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted it more, much more.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās got up slowly.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt beside me, I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās leant over and kissed me softly, her hand resting on my belly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked down at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was still semi erect, lying at the base of my belly, still slick with cum and juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled at the fact that I still had my pyjama bottoms on, at the huge wet patch from her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās dragged them down my legs, leaving me naked, and then got up off the bed.
I watched her, drinking in her ardent Musalmān nakedness, her beauty, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed the room and went into the bathroom.
Chapter 16
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 47
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Chapter 47
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah
The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“What for?”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“She was.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*
There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.
Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Hahahaha.”
“Shut up.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“Impotent.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*
Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*
Chapter 48
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 35
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Åādilah Salāħuddīn
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“I saw you sitting here alone,” she smiled at Åādilah Salāħuddīn, “I’m alone too. What’s more, I feel immensely lonely without my live in relationship partner. As it happens, I’m completely, absolutely, and entirely washed up with other men. I sat down and tried a cocktail, and three men smirked at me before I’d finished. How about letting me buy you a drink? No formality. If you don’t want my company, I won’t mind to find another suitable place for me.”
The orchestra ground out melodies with swinging rhythm.
A master lady of ceremonies radiated synthetic enthusiasm as she announced the numbers of a floorshow through a microphone.
Dazzling Musalmān waitresses, moving back and forth among tables, carefully followed instructions that food must not be brought too soon after cocktails.
Dvij Hindus and Bachhalyās strictly never took wine, neither the True Musalmīn that understood the HVSI Movement.
The cocktails were used by Traditional Hindus, Musalmān Beauties and Pseudo Musalmīn only.
Those who had drunk too much were being served watered drinks.
Those who seemed “sourpuss” were having a special visit from the head waitress with the virtues of the wine list extolled.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn felt a surge of relief.
It wasn’t a beef then after all.
She beckoned to the waitress.
“Another champagne cocktail?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn nodded.
“Make it two.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said.
“Take this anyway.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn told the waitress, “It’s stale.”
Then she laughed at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,
“I was brooding, worrying, too much to drink, I guess.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan digested the information.
It witnessed Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s extent of depression.
It was even more than evident now that Åādilah Salāħuddīn was fed up of her present life.
Her evolution to humanity from human animal was faster than her ever criminal, ever incompetent, Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan once again felt proud of her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Her Abbū’s evolution to humanity from human animal was even far faster.
Perhaps even faster than that of herself and Durgesh even.
Durgesh was still selfish for his own advancement, his own progress, his own further evolution.
He still sacrificed the benefits of humanity for his own survival.
So was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
That’s why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved Durgesh so much.
Only Durgesh was the perfect life partner to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their thirty-two years age difference was senseless.
Both Durgesh and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were outright animals as for as their sexual behavior is concerned.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, is also an outright animal as for as her own sexual behavior is concerned.
That’s why her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, couldn’t adjust with her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
She chose Durgesh instead.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, is an outright animal as for as her sexual behavior is concerned.
She needed a wilder animal Durgesh to satisfy her wild animal sexual needs.
Her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, couldn’t provide her that, because he couldn’t fall to the extent.
Durgesh, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, and all the Musalmān Beauties in Ved Nagar, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Worlds, Galaxies and Creations are still humanoid animals.
Her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan is perhaps evolved to an angel, a humanoid angel.*
It was a situation, for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, that called for a little tact.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn couldn’t make any profitable connections sitting there with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan at her table.
On the other hand, there was no harm in letting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan buy a drink.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn looked at her watch,
“My husband is late,” she said.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I won’t detain you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely trying to look for another table for her.
“It’s all right. Sit down. We’ve a lot of time for that drink, nevertheless. He keeps me waiting lots of times. Damn him.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled benignly,
“Haven’t I met you somewhere before? Your face is familiar.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“I don’t think so. Sorry, I’m unable to remember you.”
“I still think I saw you somewhere.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted empathetically, “Oh, wait a minute. Weren’t you in an automobile accident? Yes, you were. I remember now. I remember seeing you in the car.”
“Did you see that smash?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn was somewhat surprised now.
“Yes. I was walking along the street. If your husband was the one that was driving that car, he’s worth waiting for.”
“Him?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn asked contemptuously, “He’s good looking, but he’s a sap. The other one was my husband. His name is Naåīmuddīn. He is worse. What do you do anyway, if you don’t mind that it isn’t my business?”
“Oh, it’s all right. I chairperson quite a group of companies. In fact, I own quite a number of stocks even in HVSI Group of Companies. Durgesh is my live in relationship partner too.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn said wistfully,
“Allah, God, you are that big authority? Sorry, I couldn’t recognize you before. It’s an honor to share my table with you. Please forgive me if there was any unknown rudeness in my behavior. I’m honored. Thanks for the kindness shown to me. I’m a nobody in comparison to you. Allah, I can’t believe that I’m sharing my table with the great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Thank you. Aren’t you exaggerating?”
“I’m sure I’m not. Allah, it must be nice to be in business for yourself and be independent. If I’d started in working and got some real business experience, I might have had something to look forward to, instead of this racket.”
“Racket?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked somewhat surprised now.
“Sure, I’m a hostess here.”
“In Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked incredulously.
“Sure.”
“But you said you are a married woman?”
“Sure I am. So what?”
“Your husband knows that…”
“Knows that? Knows that? He is the one who brought me here.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn blurted out scornfully.
“Allah Allah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan exclaimed, “I can’t believe it.”
“He hates Hindus openly but actually he dies to cash Hindus’ everlasting infinite sexual lust for us Musalmān Beauties.”
“And you still live with the bastard?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was indignant now.
“I haven’t any alternative.”
“Oh, I see.”
“No, you don’t. You can’t even if you want to. You can’t unless you’ve passed through it. It’s a lousy business.”
“Why don’t you leave it and get into something else?”
“How can I? My Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn, is a criminal. I didn’t know it when I married him, but I know today very well how ruthless the beast is. He is criminally resourceful very much. He has his criminal political connections too. I can’t compete with him.”
“There are lots of jobs open to a woman who has a pleasant personality and good looks. Moreover, there are countless resourceful Hindus now who are always ready to help helpless Musalmān Beauties against their criminal/criminal minded Musalmān mankind. They have a life mission to obliterate crime and evil from entire human society.”
“If we Musalmān Beauties agree to join their bed.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn commented bitterly.
“Certainly not, if you don’t want to.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said strongly opposing Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
“I can’t believe you.”
“HVSI Movement is full of such Hindus. You can reach them anywhere.”
“And they wouldn’t be interested in sex with me ever?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Hey, you still want to be loyal to your bastard Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself asked Åādilah Salāħuddīn incredulously too.
“Certainly not.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said contemptuously.
“Do you want to lead a life of celibacy?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Life of celibacy?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn smiled shrewdly, “I? Never. I can’t even imagine it. On the contrary, I need quite wild animal sex. Naåīmuddīn could never satisfy me sexually.”
“I see.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly too, “What about the utmost sexual beast Durgesh himself?”
“He isn’t available to me.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said bitterly.
“Nonsense, Durgesh is my live in relationship partner. I know him more than you do. Durgesh is available to every Musalmān Beauty if she is interested in Durgesh sexually.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“Every one of us Musalmān Beauties today is interested in Durgesh sexually, I think.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said bitterly, “I know so many of them who are dying to have sex with your Durgesh. Yet, Durgesh isn’t available to them because he thinks having sex with them would not be ethical.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Åādilah Salāħuddīn scrutinizing her.
“Yes. You are right in the matter. Durgesh is more ethical than he loves to make love to us Musalmān Beauties.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn smiled bitterly.
“There you are.”
“Durgesh hates to make love to us Musalmān Beauties if we are the wives, sisters and/or daughters of his Musalmān friends, wives or live in relationship partners. He also hates to make love to us Musalmān Beauties if there is a noticeable age difference between him and us. Damn him. The ever best Hindu sexual beast has his own morals.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed bitterly.
“And our ever liar ever incompetent ever impotent Musalmān mankind says Durgesh and other Hindus are immorally after us Musalmān Beauties.”
“Our ever liar ever incompetent ever impotent Musalmān mankind doesn’t want us Musalmān Beauties to get satisfied sexually ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said scornfully, “That’s why they have resorted to honor killings of us Musalmān Beauties who resort to Hindus.”
“Thanks Allah, thanks God that Shankar Mahāpralayankar has too resorted to illegal means even to punish such Musalmān criminals, the so called honor killers.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“There are some capable organizations of us Musalmān Beauties, some immensely capable movements of us that help Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his followers to protect them from so called legal conspiracies.”
“Yes,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said, “I’ve also heard of them, but…”
“Are you interested in joining any of them?”
“Well,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn hesitated somewhat.
“You can get Durgesh for yourself even,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Åādilah Salāħuddīn smartly, “if you really want to.”
“Not possible,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said sharply, “Durgesh is my father in law.”
“Real father in law?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn, is a real son of Durgesh?”
“Certainly not, but what the hell difference does it make.”
“Lot of difference.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “It makes all the difference in the Multiverse we Musalmān Beauties need. Can’t you see? I am not Durgesh’s real stepdaughter. My Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, never married Durgesh. She is only a live in relationship partner of Durgesh. Durgesh claimed I was his stepdaughter. I never surrendered to his erroneous idea. I deliberately seduced him and today I’m Durgesh’s one of the most famous live in relationship partners. I think perhaps actually I’m Durgesh’s actual wife today.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan dumbfounded and awe stricken altogether.
Chapter 36
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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A long constructive SEX THRILLER in Urdu/Hindi:
Fun and gravity both simultaneously
Chapter 1
Vaqārunnisā Saiyad yah samajh chuki thi ki Durgesh usé āsāni sé hargiz nahin mil saktā.
Sāħirā Durgesh par dilo jān sé nisār hai aur voh usé Durgesh kā Lund tak hargiz nahin pakadne dégi.
Durgesh kā Lund!
Allah!
Durgesh kā Hindu Lund!
Apni Saiyad Muslim Chūt sahlāyee Vaqārunnisā Saiyad né!
Kitni pyasi hai uski Saiyad Muslim Chūt Durgesh ka Hindu Lund nigalne ke liyé.
College ki sāri Ħasīn Laundiyāon ke sar par ājkal bas yahi ek bhoot savār hai ki Durgesh ko patākar kis taraħ usse chudvāyā jāyé aur kahān.
Kisi ko yah aħsās tak nahin thā ki yah voh kyā kar rahi hain.
Voh izzat jise bachā sakne ke liye sharīf lađkiyān aur sharīf åuraten apni jan tak de deti hain, use voh kħud apne hāthon Durgesh ki nagn Hindu god men lutāne ke liye kyon itni pāgal ho rahi hain.
Ākħir koi intihā bhi hai is pāgalpan ki?
Bus, Durgesh kā lund!
Durgesh kā Hindu Lund mātr chāhiye har kisi ko apni naujavān Chūt ke ander, jaise Durgesh ke ålavā aur koi yuvak aisā båqī raha hi nahin jiske pās lund ho!
“Tum logon ko kyā problem hai bhai?” Stella Gilbert jhunjhlāi hui āvāz men boli, “Tum logon ke liye to voh Hindu Laundā khud apnā
Hindu Lund hāth men pakadkar ghoomtā rahtā hai ki hai koi Muslim Chūt jo mere is Hindu Lund ki pyās bujhāyé!”
Sab khilkhilākar hans pađin.
“Ab itnā bhī āsān nahīn hai hum logon ke liyé bhī.” Zāhidā munh banākar bolī, “Thīk hai ki Durgesh né apnī zindgī men jo pahlī lađkī chodī voh ittifāq sé Musalmān thi.”
“Ittifāq sé nahīn, ittifāq sé hargiz nahīn!” Stella Gilbert ne apne pair patkħé, “Tum Musalmān Laundiyāyen Durgesh ke peechhe hāth dhokar pađī hui thin. Phir ismen ittifāq ki bāt kahan sé ā gai?”
Fareedā ko ghussā ā gayā.
“Pađī hui thin to pađī hui thin. Tum Eīsāī aur Yahūdī Laundiyāon ko kyā kisi ne hathkadi beđiyon men jakad rakhā thā? Tum log kyon nahin pađī hui thin Durgesh ke peechhe hāth dhokar? Tab to bađā ghuroor dikhlāti thin ki in Musalmān Laundiyāon men koi Dīnī Kħuddārī nahin hai. Ab kahān gai tum logon ki Dīnī Kħuddārī?”
Zāhidā hansee.
“Ab voh Foreign se inki gori chitti safed fām ammāyen ā ākar chudvāne lag gai hain na Durgesh se. Isliye ab in logon ko bhi ishtiyaq paida ho gaya hai ki ākħir Durgesh ke Hindu Lund men aisi kya bat hai jo foreign se inki gori chitti safed fām ammāyen ā ākar chudvā rahi hain Durgesh se. Ab inhen burā lagtā hai ki Durgesh hum Musalmān Laundiyāon ko hi kyon chodne ke liye marā jātā hai jabki voh kħud bhi ek Musalmān nahin hai, Hindu hai.”
Fātimā Saiyad hansee.
“Mere Abbū to kahte hain ki Durgesh sirf nām kā Hindu hai varnā Al Qur’ān Al Kareem aur Aħādīs-e-Muqaddasāt ka jitna ilm Durgesh ko hai, achchhe achchhe Maulānāon ko bhi nahin hai.”
“Lekin uskā Lund to uncut hai.” Stella Gilbert jalkar boli.
“Tujhe kaise Måāloom?” Zāhidā chiđhkar boli, “Chudvātī hum Musalmān Laundiyāyén hain Durgesh se aur patā tujhe hai ki Durgesh ka Hindu Lund uncut hai ya katā huā.”
Sab hanseen.
Fareedā ne idhar udhar dekhā phir un sabki taraf aur zyādah jhukkar sargoshi bhari āvāz men boli.
“Maine Nafeesā auntie ko yah kahte sunā hai ki Hindu Lund iseeliye itne mazedār hote hain ki voh uncut hote hain.”
“Yånī Nafeesā auntie bhi uter chukin kisi Hindu Lund ke ghāt!” Zāhidā khilkhilākar hansee.
Båqī bhi hans pađīn.
Fareedā ne ek bar phir idhar udhar dekhā phir un sabki taraf aur zyādah jhukkar bomb blast kiya usne.
“Nafeesā auntie ka chakkar darasal kisi aur ke sāth nahin hamāré Durgesh ke Pitr’shrī ke sāth hi chal raha hai.”
Sabhi ne zoron ka attahās lagaya.
“Lo! Hamāri Nafeesā auntie Durgesh ki Mummy ban chuki hain aur hamen Durgesh ne bhi nahin bataya!” Zāhidā shikāyat bhari āvāz men boli.
Fareedā mere Hindu Lund se khelte khelte jhuki aur phir achānak hi vinā kisi ultimatum ke Fareedā Jalāl ne merā Hindu Lund apne balā ke kħūbsūrat Saiyad munh men lekar chūsnā shurū kar diyā.
Vaqārunnisā Saiyad ne ek ħasrat bhari nigāh is scene par dālī.
Allah Måāloom, voh hi itni himmat kyon nahin kar pātī?
Ākħir yahān kahan ā rahi hai Sāħirā usé dekhne?
Aur agar ā bhi gai to Durgesh kyā Sāħirā ka bāqāydā usse Mankūħ Kħasam hai jo Sāħirā use Durgesh ka Hindu Lund pakadne aur choosne se rok sakti hai?
Phir ākħir voh itna darti kyon hai Sāħirā se?
Kya bigāđ sakti hai Sāħirā bhi ākħir uskā?
Durgesh Sāħirā ki iklauti property nahin hai.
Islām thik kahti hai.
Durgesh tamām Muslimāt ki mili juli property hai.
Her Muslimā ka haq hai ki voh Durgesh se chudvāyé.
Kisi ko kisi Muslimā ka yeh haq tasleem karne se hargiz inkar nahin hona chahiye.
Ākħir Durgesh ne jis ladki ko pahli bar apni zindgi men choda tha voh ek Musalmān lađkī hi to thi.
Voh bhi Saiyadānī― usi ki taraħ.
Fātimā Saiyad―Aħmad ki bahan.
Bade fakħr se batati hai Fātimā Saiyad her kisi ko ki voh pahli ladki hai jisne Durgesh ke Hindu Lund ka pahla maza liya tha.
Kis taraħ betahāshā dhuāndhār choda tha Durgesh ne use, paglon ki taraħ.
Sisak tak nahin pa rahi thi Fātimā Saiyad.
Durgesh ka lund uski ůmr se bahut bađā thā yah Fātimā Saiyad ko uske Māmū, Imām Ibrāhīm Wājid Saiyad, ki beti, Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne bataya tha.
Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad Fātimā Saiyad se poore térah sāl badi thi.*
Ħairān rah gai thi Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad.
Apni ānkhon par yaqeen nahin ho raha tha use.
Yeh chhotā sā Hindu lađkā, jisko abhi itni tamīz bhi nahin honi chahiye ki lađkā aur lađki men kya farq hota hai, uski chhoti bahan ko chod raha hai!
Voh nahlāné ke liye dhoondh rahi thi Fātimā Saiyad ko.
Uski Buā, Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad, ne usse kahā thā ki voh Fātimā ko nahlā dé.
Rizvānā auntie āyee thin.
Safiyā Buā unke sāth baithi thin.
Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki do Buāon ke nikāħ yahān Hindusthān men hué the.
Bađī Buā, Imāmzadī Al Fiqah Al Saiyad ka, Indian multi millionaire, Ållāmā Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, se; aur Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad ka Imām Ħājī Saiyad Muħammad Ålī se.
Indian multi millionaire, Ållāmā Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar by birth Indian Musalmān the, jabki uske Chhote Phoophā Miyān, Imām Ħājī Saiyad Muħammad Ålī by birth Hindu the.
Islam unhonne sirf uski Safiyā Buā se nikāħ kar sakne ke liye qabool farmaya tha.
Chhoti si Fātimā Saiyad nangi khađi thi aur uske peechhe thik usi tarah nanga khađā tha Durgesh―voh Hindu lađkā jis par her koi jān nisār karne par tulā huā tha.
Is chhoti si ůmr men bhi lekin dono ki Jođi kitni kħūbsūrat lag rahi thi.
Allah!
Hindu Lađké aur Musalmān lađakiyon ki jođī hameshā kħūbsūrat lagti hai.
Made for each other?
Hum bane tum bane ik dūjé ké liye?
“Tum Abbū ho―” Fātimā Saiyad kah rahi thi, “Main Ammī hoon.”
Sar ke balon se lekar pairon ke talvon tak bilkul mādarzād nangī, Fātimā Saiyad, Durgesh ko apne sāth „Abbū Ammī‟ khilā rahī thī.
Iskā matlab sāf thā.
Voh apne Ammī Abbū ko yeh ħarkaten karte dekh chuki thi.
Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad, muħtāt nahin rah pāi thīn.
Unhone na sirf yah ki Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ko Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī banāye rakha tha, balki Kħatnā tak bhi nahin karāne diyā thā, Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad, ne; Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ko.
Ghar par Namāz pađhné par pābandī thi Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke liye.
Poori duniyā bhar ke liye Imām Ħājī Saiyad Muħammad Ålī ghar par apni Kħūsūrat Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Bīvī ke liye Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī hi thā, aur Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī hi bane rahne ke liye majboor bhi tha.
“Tumne meri marzi ke kħilāf Abbū ke kahne par Islam qabool farmāyā hai.” Uske apne sāmne ki bāt hai, uski Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad boli thin apne Hindu Shauhar se, “Mujhe Musalmān Shauhar nahin, Hindu Shauhar chahiye tha mere liye. Isiliye nikāħ ke pahle hi maine mera sab kuchh tumhare havāle kar diya tha.”
“Safiyā!” Uske Phoophoo Imām Ħājī Saiyad Muħammad Ålī bebasi se bole the.
“Ek bāt kān kholkar sun lo, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī! Tum mere liye abhi bhi Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī hi ho aur Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī hi rahoge hameshā.”
“Safiyā!”
“Yah Musalmān hone ka jitna bhi drama tumhen karna hai―”
“Safiyā! Main koi drama nahin kar raha―”
“To phir mujhe tumse talaq chahiye.” Uski Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad nihayat hi mazbūt lahje men boli thin.
Uske Phoophoo Imām Ħājī Saiyad Muħammad Ålī ke pairon tale se jaise zameen khisak gai thi.
“Main nahin jāntā thā, Safiyā! Ki tumhen Musalmānon se itni nafrat hai.”
“Musalmānon se nahin, Musalmān Shauhar se!”
“Allah!”
“Kħabardār!” Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad phunphkāri thin, “Dubārā agar maine tumhāre munh se yah lafz sunā to main tumhen chhodkar fauran kisi doosre Hindu se shaadi kar loongi.”
“Safiyā!”
“Mujhe yah lafz sirf hum åuraton ki zabān se achchha lagta hai, mardon ki zabān se nahin.”
“Lekin yah to Bhagvān ka nām mātr hai Årbi zaban men.”
“Yah Hindusthān hai mere pyāre Hindu Patidév! Årab nahin hai.”
“Hé Bhagvān!” Imām Ħājī Saiyad Muħammad Ålī Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī banne par majboor ho gaya.
“Haan, ab bole ho tum sur men. Ghar par yahi zabān bolni hai tumhen. Samajh gaye ya aur samjhānā padegā?”
“Samajh gayā. Bilkul samajh gayā, is Hindu Pati ki Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Bīvī!”
Durgesh ki bāhon men thī Fātimā Saiyad.
Dono nange the bilkul― Mādarzād.
Yeh poora ghar hi Hindu Lund aur Musalmān Chūton ka akhađa hai.
Ek lambi sāns li Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne.
Durgesh ka bāyān hāth nangi Fātimā Saiyad ki nangi ħaseen kamar ke ird gird liptā huā thā.
Is buri taraħ kaskar lipta huā thā mera bāyān hāth nangi Fātimā Saiyad ki nangi ħaseen kamar ke ird gird, ki Fātimā thik se sāns bhi nahin le pā rahi thi.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki ānkhen buri taraħ ātankit ho rahi thin.
Kya yah chhota so Hindu Laundā sachmuch hi uski chhoti Phoophizad bahan, Fātimā Saiyad, ko chod lega?
Itni si ůmr men?
Jab åām taur par bachche yah bhi nahin jānte ki Lund kise kahte hain aur Chūt kis chiđiya ka nam hai!
Aur Peshāb karne ke ålāvā in donon ka aur kya iståmāl hota hai.
Kitni Khush nazar ā rahi hai Fātimā Saiyad!
Abhi jab Lund ghusega tab patā chalega.
Uski Chūt men bhi jab pahli bār Lund ghusā thā―
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne idhar udhar dekha.
Uske Phoophā, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Lund!
Uske Phoophā, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ne choda tha use pahli bār.
Voh to ghabrā hi gai thi.
Us vaqt voh sirf solah sāl ki thi.
“Nahin nahin Phoophājān!” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne mukħālifat ki thi, “Main mar jāūngī. Āpne kahā thā, āp koi toħfā denge mujhe meri solahvin sālgirah par?”
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī muskurāyā thā.
“Toħfā hi to de raha hoon meri jan! Solah sal ki ho gai hai too aj. Isse badhiya aur kya toħfā ho sakta hai tere liye― mera Hindu Lund―meri jān!-― mera Hindu Lund. Yahi hai teri solahvin salgirah ka toħfā. Ab thank you bol aur chudvane ke liye taiyar ho ja.”
Is kachchi Årab Musalmān Kalī par ek lambe samaý se uski nigāh thi.
Voh iske poori taraħ pak kar taiyār hone ka intezar kar raha tha.
Aur isiliye uske poori taraħ pak kar taiyħār hote hi usne us par apna dāvā pesh kar diyā thā.
“Meri Jān!” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ne poori bebāki se tāzā javān hui Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ke donon honth choom liye aur uske donon sansanā rahe Årab Muslimā uroj masal diye.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad buri taraħ ghanghanā uthi.
Uskā dahinā hāth kħud bakħud uthkar uske Hindu Phoophā, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī, ke thanthanā rahe Hindu Lund par chalā gayā.
“Phoophājān! Yah to bahut sakħt ho gayā hai tankar!” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ke munh se mastiyon men niklā thā.
Kitnā kħayāl hai uske Hindu Phoophājān ko uski zarooraton ka!
Jaise hi voh solah sāl ki hui, uske Hindu Phoophā ne use toħfe men apna Hindu Lund pesh kar diyā.
Voh kichkicakar apne Hindu Phoophājān, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī, se lipat gai.
Usne kħud Phoophājān se buri taraħ lipatkar unke donon Hindu Purushādhar choom liye.
Apne donon Kħūbsūrat lāl surkħ Saůūdī Årab Muslim lub Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne apne Hindu Phoophājān Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke donon Hindu Purushādharon men pevast kar diye aur unhen vahan se hatana bhool gai.
Uska dayan hath tezi se Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke Hindu Lund par chal raha tha.
“Firdaus! Meri jān!” usne Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ki phansi phansi garm āvāz suni.
“Phoophājān!”
“Mera Lund kaisā lag raha hai tumhen apne hath men?”
“Aré! Main to is Lund par bahut pahle se fidā hoon, Phoophājān!” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad mastiyon men Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke buri taraħ thanthanā rahe Hindu Lund se khelti hui boli.
“Kyā?” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī buri taraħ chaunkā, “Kyā kahā tumne?”
“Chhoot gaye na chhakke?”
““Firdaus! Sālī! Tū kal kī Chhokerī―”
“Soch lijiye Phoophājī! Yah kal kī Chhokerī vohi hai jiske āp ek lambe årse se kħvāb dekhte ā rahe hain.”
“Sālī! Firdaus ki bachchi! Main tujhe is buri taraħ chodūngā ki hafton thik se chal phir tak nahin sakegi.” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ne uski Kunvārī Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Chūt par hatheli rakh di.
“Jaise Ammī Jān nahin chal phir saki thin jab āpne unhen pahli bār chodā thā?”
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ki ānkhen buri taraħ āshcharý se phail gain.
“Tū― Sālī! Tū yah bhi jānti hai?”
“Main Ammī Jān ko qusūrvār nahin māntī. Jab Abbū kuchh kar hi nahin pāte to Ammī Jān bechārī bhi kyā kartin? Āp unke peechhe hāth dhokar pađé hi hue the. Bahti
Gangā men unhone bhi hāth dhona shuru kar diya.”
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī hansā.
“Nāmard hai sālā terā Abbū Imām Al Ibrāhīm Al Wājid Al Saiyad. Terī Ammī, Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad abhi sirf Chhatees Sāl ki hui hai. Abhi to bahut jeena hai use. Terā Abbū abhi se hi hāth uthākar khada ho gaya. Aise kaise kām chaltā?”
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ko nangi karna shuru kar diya usne.
Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka buri taraħ thanthanā raha Hindu Lund apne ħaseen munh men le liya aur use pāglon ki taraħ choosne lagi.
Solah sāl ki tāzā tāzā naujavān mast Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā ek Chālees sāl ke kħoob khele khāyé Hindu Purush ka Hindu Lund itni betābi se choos rahi thi ki kħud Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ko yaqeen nahin ho raha tha ki uske kħud ke sāth yeh sab ho raha hai.
Voh uske poori taraħ nangi hote hi uski Chūt choomne laga.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki Kunvārī Saiyad Chūt par jaise hi uske Hindu Phoophā, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke Hindu Purushādhar pađe, usne josh men Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ko bistar par gira diya aur us par ja chađhee.
“Firdaus! Meri Jān!” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke munh se badi mushkil se niklā.
“Phoophāshrī!” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne tanz kiya, “Chupchāp lete rahkar meri Kunvārī Saiyad Årab Muslimā Chūt chātiye aur choomiye aur mujhe apna Hindu Lund choos choos kar taiyār karne dijiye. Kħūb yād rakhiye, yah meri pahli chudāī hai. Aisā jamkar chodiye ki main zindgi bhar na bhool sakoon ki mujhe pahli bār āpne choda tha.”
“Pahli bār?” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī badi ħasrat ke sāth bola, “Sirf pahli bār, meri Saiyad Årab Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo?”
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad hansee.
“Sabr keejiye, Phoophāji! Sabr! Abhi pahli bār to chodiye. Phir dekhte hain ki āp hum mā beti donon ko kab tak sambhāl pāte hain.”
“Main tum donon mā beti ko zindgi bhar chodna chahta hoon.”
“Mā Beti donon se ek sāth nikāħ kar sakne ki himmat hai?”
“Agar main kahoon haan, to tum vāqaåī apni Ammī ke sātth mujhse nikāħ kar logi?”
“Taubah! Taubah! Bađā bhookhā Lund hai āpkā.” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Hindu Lund buri taraħ choosti hui hansee.
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ko aisā lag rahā thā jaise voh marker Svarg ā chukā ho.
Kyā chāhiye use aur is sukh se badhkar?
Solah sāl ki Laundiyā kis buri taraħ betābī se uska Hindu Lund choos rahee thi.
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke Chālees sālā nange Hindu shareer par is taraħ savār thi solah sāl ki kađiyal naujavān Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki uski Chūt ka munh Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke donon Hindu Purushādharon se buri taraħ satā huā thā aur voh Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Chālees sālā nanga Hindu Lund apne dayen hath ki anguliyon se pakadkar use choos rahi thi pāglon ki taraħ.
Lund damdār to bahut thā, ismen koi shak nahin tha.
Koi Årab Musalmān hotā to abhi tak kabhi ka jhadkar ek taraf pada hua hanf raha hota.
Lekin yah Hindu Lund tha.
Uski Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad itni chālāk nikli thin ki unhone apne
Hindu Shauhar ko apni personal life men Hindu hi banā rahne par majboor kar rakha tha.
Sāri duniya ke sāmne jo shakħs Imām Ħājī Saiyad Muħammad Ålī tha, apni personal life men voh abhi bhi Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī hi tha aur Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī hi bana rahne par majboor bhi tha.
Kāfee der tak apne Hindu Phoophā, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund chooste rahne ke båd Solah Sālā Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad palti aur Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ki aur munh karke uske Hindu Lund par savār ho gai.
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund buri taraħ thanthanāté hué Solah sāl ki Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā, Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki Saiyad Årab Musalmān Chūt ke munh par dastak dene laga.
Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne pakadkar use apni bhakbhkā rahi Solah Sālā Kunvārī Saiyad Årab Musalmān Chūt ke donon bār bār khul aur band ho rahe labon ke beech phansā diya aur kaskar ek dhakkā oopar se lagaya.
Lund ka Supāđā ander ghus gayā.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Javānī bilbilā uthī.
Usne dubārā kaskar dhakkā lagāyā.
Lund ek chauthāī ander samā gayā.
“Phoophājī!” Dānt peeskar Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad boli, “Main maree!”
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ne uske mast sudaul nange Saiyad Årab Musalmān Koolhé sahlāye aur kichkichākar bola.
“Abhi nahin maree bitiyā! Tū. Abhi to teri is solah sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Chūt men tere Hindu Phoophājī ka poora teen chauthāī, buri taraħ thanthanā raha Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund samānā båqī rah gayā hai. Abhi to
tujhe apne Hindu Phoophājī se jamkar chudvānā hai bitiyā! Tum donon mā betī ko Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ki Putr santānen paidā karni hain. Abhi kahān mar pāyegi bitiyā! Tū? Abhi to Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī tujhe marne bhi nahin degā.”
“Phoophājī!!!” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad kichkichākar boli, “Poorā ander pel do. Lillāh, zaldi karo. Meri Solah Sālā Chūt ander hi ander jalker kħāk hui jā rahi hai. Apnā Chalees Sālā Tajurbekār Hindu Lund ander pelkar iski aag bujhāo. Varnā main sachmuch mar jāoongi āpke bachche paida kiye baghair.”
Kaskar teesrā dhakkā bhi kħud hi laga diya Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne.
Lund ādhā samā gayā ander.
Chauthe dhakke ne use teen chauthāī ander kar diya.
Aur phir Allah ka nām lekar, ‘Bismillahirraħmānirraħīm’ kahkar, pānchvān dhakkā lagāyā Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne.
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka poora samoochā Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund jađ tak samākar vileen ho gayā Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki Solah Sālā bakbkā rahī Saiyad Årab Musalmān Chūt men.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad kichkichākar lipat gai Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī se aur use tābađtođ choomnā shuru kar diya.
“Phoophājī! Phoophājī! Āpkā Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund poora jađ tak samākar vileen ho gayā meri Solah Sālā Saůūdī Årab Saiyad Musalmān Chūt ke ander, jaisā voh Chhoti Buā aur Ammī Jān ki Årab Musalmān Chūton ke ander samāyā kartā hai.”
“Shābās, bitiyā! Shābās! Ab tū beshak apne Phoophājī ki Putr santānen paida karegi apni Ammī aur Buā donon ki taraħ.” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī kichkichā kichkichākar use chodne lagā, “Le bitiyā! Le! Apne Hindu
Phoophājī ka mast Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund le apni Solah Sālā Årab Musalmān Chūt ke ander. Le! Satāsat Bhakābhak le! Meri jān! Le!”
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī use balpoorvak neeche girākar us par buri taraħ chadh baithā aur is taraħ kichkichā kichkichākar chodne lagā Solah sāl ki us Årab Musalmān Laundiyā, Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ko ki Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki sānsen tangi ki tangi rah gain.
“Yā Allah! Yā Allah!” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ke munh se bār bār nikalne lagā.
Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Laundiyā buri taraħ chhatpatā rahi thi Chālees sālā nange Hindu Purush shareer ke neeche dabi hui.
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Chūt ki dhajjiyān uđāne lagā thā poori befikri ke sāth.
“Phoophājī! Main maree! Phoophājī! Main maree!” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad buri taraħ chhatpatā rahi thi.
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī kabhi uske koolhe sahlā rahā tha, kabhi uske urojon ka kachoomar bana raha tha, kabhi uske honth choom raha tha.
Uska Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund us Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Laundiyā ki Årab Musalmān Chūt ki chatni bana raha tha.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad buri taraħ bilbilā rahi thi.
“Phoophājī! Phoophājī! Yā Allah! Kitnā bhookha hai āpka lund? Kab se nahin choda āpne meri Ammī Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad ko? Kab se nahin choda āpne meri Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad ko?”
“Lagātār chod raha hoon, bitiyā!”Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Chalees Sālā beħad uttejit Hindu Lund Solah sāl ki Saiyad Årab Musalmān Laundiyā Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Chūt ka bhurtā banā raha tha, “Lagātār chod raha hoon main teri beħad ħaseen Ammī Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad ko aur teri Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad ko―donon ko, meri Jān! Donon ko!”
“To phir āpka Lund itnā bhookha kyon hai? Mujhe to lagta hai meri jān nikālkar hi rukegā!”
“Kyā bitiyā! Abhi to maine tujhe chodna shuru kiya hai.”
“Taubah, Phoophājī! Āpka Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund bhi― jab is ůmr men yah ħāl hai to javāni men to Allah måāloom kitni Årab Musalmān Laundiyāon ko mār hi dālā hogā āpne unhen chod chod kar joshe javāni men!”
“Ab dekh lo, bitiyā! Tumhara aur tumhari Ammī― donon ka kām chal jāyega ya nahin.” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ne Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ko chodte hue use ānkh māree.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad māre kħushī ke pāglon ki taraħ Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ko choomne chātne lagee.
“Phoophājī! Āj se main bhi āpki laundi.”
“Tū bhi bitiyā?”
“Haan! Jaise meri Ammī Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad aur meri Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad.”
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Hindu Lund buri taraħ jađ tak samā samā kar chiknā ho raha thā uski Chūt ke ras se ālipt ho hokar.
“Allah! Ya Allah! Ya Rabbil Åālmīn! Is biphre hue Chalees Sālā Hindu Sānđ se is Saůudi Årab Musalmān Kalor ko bachā. Yah to sadiyon
ka bhookhā Hindu Lund måāloom pađtā hai. Meri beħad Ħaseen Ammī Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad aur meri beħad Ħaseen Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad bhi is sadiyon ke bhookhe Hindu Lund ki pyās nahin bujhā pāī hain. Mujhe nahin lagtā ki main bhi kabhi yah mojazā karke dikhā sakoongi. Hāyé mere Hindu Phoophājī! Āpkā Hindu Lund to sadiyon ka bhookha hai. Lillah, apni is Solah Sālā Saůūdī Årab mast Saiyad Musalmān Laundi ki Chūt ki dhajjiyan uđānā band kījiye! Mujh par karam farmāiye! Bahut ho chuka. Main kitni martaba āpke is Hindu Lund par chhalchhalā chuki. Ab āp bhi barasiye aur mujhe bakhshiye!”
“Pahlā Hindu Veerý!” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ko ānkh mārkar garvpoorvak muskurāyā, “Teri Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Chūt ke ander, Sālī! Samjhi? Teri solhvin sālgirah ka toħfā!”
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad tanak uthi.
“Pahlā Hindu Veerý! Sirf Pahlā Hindu Veerý? Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ! Mujhe tumhārā poorā Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund chahiye toħfe men! Samjhe Kanjoos! Makkhichoos! Āj se yah Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Laundiyā tumhari ħaqīqī Patrānī. Chhoti Buā Imāmzadī Al Safiyā Al Saiyad aur meri Ammī Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad tak ka number bhi darħaqīqat mere båd! Bolo meri Jān! Is Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Laundiyā ke Chalees Sālā Hindu Piyā! Karte ho vådā?”
“Teri Ammī aur teri Chhoti Buā donon hargiz tasleem nahin karengi.”
“Aré, bhāđ men jhonko un donon ko! Hum donon Hindu Pati aur Musalmān Bīvī rāzī, to kyā kar lengi Ammī aur Chhoti Buā Qāzī! Chalees Sāl ka Hindu Pati aur Solah Sāl ki Saůūdī Årab Saiyad Musalmān Bīvī. Un donon
ko kuchh batane ki zaroorat nahin hai. Yah samjhautā bas sirf hum donon ke beech! Thik hai na?”
“Thik hai!” Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ne lapak kar apni nai bin byāhi Solah sāl ki tāzā tāzā naujavān mast Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā Bīvī ko choom liya aur phir usse bhi zyādah daboch daboch kar raund raund kar chodne laga Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ko jitne zoron se voh abhi tak use chod raha tha.
Apne Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund par garv ho āyā use.
Kitni āsānī se uske Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund ne uske liye ek Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Bīvī ka prabandh kar diya tha!
Āj Ābhār Stavan karnā zaroori tha, aur voh bhi apni is nai naveli Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Bīvī ko chodte hue hi.
Ābhār Stavan to isi taraħ kiya jana chahiye tha Ābhār vyakt karne ke liye!
Us poori rāt Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad par se uterā hi nahin tha.
Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Laundiyā, Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad, ħairān rah gai thi apne Chalees Sālā Hindu Kħasam ke Hindu Lund ki is bahāduri par.
Ghazab ka chudakkađ tha uska Chalees Sālā Hindu Kħasam, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī!
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad gadgad ho gai thi.
Ādhī rāt ke qareeb voh uski Chūt ke ander pahli bār barsā thā.
Voh kuchh dhili padi thi.
“Yā Allah, terā shukr hai.” Uske munh se us vaqt niklā tha jab uska Hindu Veerý uski Chūt ke ander girna shuru hua tha.
Phir kāfee der tak girta hi raha tha.
Uski poori Chūt Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ke Hindu Veerý se labālab bharti chali gai thi.
Yahan tak ki voh bāhar bhi nikal kar bahne lagā tha.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad muskurāī thi.
Lagta hai Veerý seedhā raħam men hi girta raha tha.
Lagta hai pahli chudāī hi use ma bana degi.
Thik hai chalega!
Indian multi millionaire ke bachche ki ma banne men nuqsān hi kya hai?
Ulte fāydā hi fāydā hai.
Multi millionaire Chālis Sāl ka bhi ho to multi millionaire hi thā.
Sau Sāl ka bhi ho to multi millionaire hi thā.
Multi millionaire multi millionaire thā.
Ůmr kaun dekhta hai multi millionaire ki?
Aur jise dekhna ho, dekhta rahe.
She is practical.
SHE IS PRACTICAL.
Kya hua jo use iske liye apni Ammī aur apni Buā ke haq par dāqā dālnā padā thā!
Kitne sāre Årab Musalmān „Sultānon‟ (?) aur Bādshāhon ne Sultnaton aur Bādshāhat ke liye Apne Bāp aur apne Bhāiyon tak ko Jān se mār dālā hai!
Kya usne tārīkħe Islami nahin padhi?
Yeh to Sunnate Musalmeen hai.
Voh bhi Musalmān hai.
Sunnate Musalmeen kaise chhođ degi?
Chālis sāl ka Hindu bewaqoof!
SAmajh raha hai voh use toħfe men apna Chālis sāl ka Hindu Lund de raha hai.
Hindu Lund my foot!
Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad toħfe men multi millions le rahi hai.
Multi millions!
Uski solahvin sālgirah ka toħfā!
Good!
Very good!
Apne bachche ka moh chhod nahin payega Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī aur is taraħ hamesha hamesha ke liye usse bandh kar rah jayega.
So far so good!
Tabhi use farsh par ghođī banā diya tha Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ne.
Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Laundiyā, Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad, chaunki thi.
Apne donon gore sudaul nange Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Koolhe khole jāte maħsoos kiye the usne aur phir Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka madmast Chalees Sālā Hindu Lund un Koolhon ke beech samāne lag gayā tha.
Voh hansee thi.
“To ab båqī rāt bhar meri Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Gānđ māroge, Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī Shrī?”
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ko ānkh mārkar muskurāyā thā.
“Chodte hi tujhe mere dil ne kaha, zindgi bhar tujhe chodta hi rahoon! Chodta hi rahoon! Jane kya bāt hai, is teri Chūt men, Lund mera main bas Pelta hi rahoon! Pelta hi rahoon!”
“Yah gānā āpko thodi der pahle gānā chāhiye tha jab āp mujhe chod rahe the.” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne apne Koolhe peechhe ki taraf chalakar Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī ka Lund Shishnāgr tak apni Gānđ ke ander habak liya, “Ab āp mujhe chod nahin rahe hain, Janab! Ab āp meri Gānđ mār rahe hain. Samjhe āp?”
Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī kichkichā kichkichākar Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki Ħaseen Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Gānđ mārne lagā.
Uska skhalan phir Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ki Solah Sālā mast Saiyad Årab Musalmān Gānđ ke ander tab hua tha, jab voh Brahm Stavan kar raha tha aur Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad fajir ki namāz pađh rahi thi.
Apni is zabardast kāmyābi ko chhupāne ki koi koshish nahin ki thī Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ne.
Uski Ammī Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad stabdh rah gai thī.
“Yeh kyā bak rahi hai tū? Tū kyā tere Phoophājān se nikāħ karegi?”
“To kyā āpki taraħ bina nikāħ ke unse apne t‟ālluqāt banāye rakhoon?”
Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad ne pāglon ki taraħ uski taraf dekha.
“Kyā bak rahi hai tū? Sharm nahin ātī tujhe apni Ammī par itna ghinauna ilzām lagāte hué?”
“Main sirf ghinauna ilzām lagā rahi hoon. Ghinauna kām nahin kar rahi āpki taraħ. Jab āpko sharm nahin āī apne Nandoī ke sāth rangreliyān manāte hué to mujhe sharm dilāne ka āpko kyā haq rah gayā hai? Abbū kyā nāmard hain Ammī! Jo āp―”
“Kħāmoooooosh!” Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad ħalaq phāđkar chīkħ pađī.
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad haule se muskurāī.
“Baith jāiyé, Ammī Ħuzoor! Apne āp ko sambhāliye aur badalte vaqt ko pahchāniye!”
“Firdaus!” Bepanāh ghusse aur zalālat se tharthara rahi Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad ne kaha, “Maine kabhi kħvāb men bhi nahin socha thā ki meri apni beti―”
“Āpko sochnā nahin ātā, Ammī! Āpko sirf chudvānā aur Gānđ marānā ātā hai.”
Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh Saiyad pāglon ki taraħ apni beti Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad par jhaptin.
Unki beti, Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad, lekin utni bewaqoof nahin thī jitni ghalti se Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh ne use samajh rakhā thā.
Voh fauran ek taraf hat gaī.
Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh iske liye taiyār nahin thin.
Voh jhaunk men bister par ja girin.
Nihāyat hi pursukoon lahje men, bister ke qareeb rakhe ek sofe par baith gaī Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad.
“Uth jāyen.” Voh boli, “Is hāthāpāī se bāz āyen. Main solah sāl ki zaroor hoon lekin āpki taraħ merā ab tak kā vaqt maine sirf chudvāne aur Gānd marāne men barbād nahin kiyā hai.”
Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh ne apne dānt peese.
“Firdaus! Tū bhool rahi hai ki main teri Ammī hoon.”
“Bilkul nahin!” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad poore itmīnān ke sāth boli, “Mujhe kħūb achchhee taraħ yād hai ki āp meri Ammī hain. Isiliye mujh par jhapatne ke båd bhi āp abhi tak saħī salāmat hain. Āp ki jagah koi aur hoti to abhi tak use is Shāhi Maħlāt jaisi åzimushshān kothi se kabhi ki bāhar nikālā ja chuka hota.
Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh uthin nahin.
Voh usi taraħ bister par padi rahin.
Aisi beizzatī unki āz ke pahle kabhi nahin hui thī.
Kahān chook gaīn Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh?
Unki apni beti ke hathon unhen kabhi itna zaleel hona padega, kħvāb men bhi nahin socha thā Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh ne kabhi.
Kyā unki beti sach kah rahi hai?
“Āpko sochnā nahin ātā, Ammī! Āpko sirf chudvānā aur Gānđ marānā ātā hai.”
Kyā unhone āj tak sirf chudvāyā hai?
Kyā unhone āj tak sirf Gānd marāī hai?
Kabhi sochā nahin unhone?
Isliye ki unhen sochnā ātā hi nahin.
“Āpko sochnā nahin ātā, Ammī! Āpko sirf chudvānā aur Gānđ marānā ātā hai.”
Ek bār phir apni beti ke jalte hué lekin poore itmīnān ke sāth kahe gaye alfāz unke kānon men goonje.
“Āpko sochnā nahin ātā, Ammī! Āpko sirf chudvānā aur Gānđ marānā ātā hai.”
“Āpne apne is kħūbsūrat jism ka koi fāydā nahin uthāyā.” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad, unki apni beti āge boli, “Sirf iski lagi bujhāne ke chakkar men pađī rahin haméshā. Main yeh nahin kahtī ki āpko chudvānā nahin chāhiyé thā. Kyon nahin chudvānā chāhiyé thā? Zaroor chudvānā chāhiyé thā. Main bhi zaroor Chudvātī, agar āpki jagah hoti to. Jaisā ki maine chudvāyā. Solah sāl ki hote hi chudvāyā. Poori rāt bhar chudvāyā. Poori rāt bhar Gānd marāī. Jo āp karāti rahin, maine bhi karvāyā Poori rāt bhar. Lekin maine ek kām aur kiyā, jo āpne kabhi nahin kiyā.
Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh ko aisā lag rahā thā ki kāsh! Zameen phat jātī, aur voh usmen samā jātīn.
“Maine Phoophājān ko poori taraħ apni Jān banā liyā. Yā yoon kahen ki main poori taraħ mere Hindu Phoophā ki Jān ban gaī.”
Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad ek lamhe ke liye ruki.
Phir boli.
“Āpke palle pađ rahā hai kuchh yā main yoon hi pattharon se apna sar takrā rahi hoon?”
Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh ne åjib si nigāhon se apni kokhjāyī beti ki taraf dekhā
Kuchh kah na sakin voh.
Jis beti ko kal tak kal ki chhokri samajhti rahi thin Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh, voh achānak hi āj unhen un se bhi bađī nazar āne lagi thī.
“Hinduon ko apne bāre men yeh ghalatfahmi hai” Imāmzadī Firdaus Ibrāhīm Saiyad phir āge boli, “―ki Is tamām kāýnāte kul ke sabse bahtareen chodne vālé voh hi hain.Unke pās Ved hai, Tantr hai.Kāmsūr hai, Rati Rahasý hai, Nāgarsarvasvam hai, Anangrang hai. Musalmānon ke pās kyā hai? Sirf Qur‟ān? Jismen yeh likhā hai ki Musalmān zaroorat padne par apni bīviyon ko peet bhi sakte hain?”
“Firdaus! Chup kar!” Aur adhik chup nahin rah sakin Imāmzadī Āsifā Åbdullāh, “Tū tauhīne Islam kar rahi hai. Kufr bak rahi hai.”
Chapter 2
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 