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“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.”
“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.”
“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.
“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?”
“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.
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.
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.”
“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…”
“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.
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.
Turning to the side, she draped her long legs over the side of the chair and putting her arm around my shoulders laughed,
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
“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.”
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Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
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‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Her head nodded a couple of quick times.
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.
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.
I knew she was getting more used to me and I moved more inside her.
I increased my pace.
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?”
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.
“OOHHHHH!” Arundhatī Joshī sounded shocked by this, and I started pumping quicker into her at this angle.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
Arundhatī Joshī squirmed at the roughness of my taking each breast back and forth into my mouth and trying to devour them.
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.
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.
Her stomach was uncovered as was her waist.
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.
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.
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.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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 half-turned to her friend and playfully slapped at her.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
She then felt my hand go quickly up under her dress and between her legs.
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.
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.
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.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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.
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.
“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?”
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.
“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.
She is my Lubnā. I love her without condition.
I know she loves me, but Lubnās and Durgeshs don’t do that.
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.
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.
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.
“Yeah. HVSI is a democratic organization spread almost everywhere.”
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.
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.
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?”
“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.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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 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.
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.
She was one slutty bitch.
I fucked her.
Sudhā Pandyā was so wet.
I was so horny and needed to fuck her.
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.
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.
He suddenly found himself suffering from his false arrest.
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.”
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.
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.
“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.
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.”
“Do you want some champagne? Open the bottle. Let’s celebrate.”
“What are we celebrating?”
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.
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.
“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.”
“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 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.
She was really tight.
I started to buck up inside of her.
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.”
I was fucking her deep and hard.
“I am going to come. Oh fuck. I am coming.”
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.
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.”
“‘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.”
“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.
Smr’ti Kulkarñī said curtly.
“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’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.
She had the prettiest cunt ever.
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.
Smr’ti Kulkarñī was holding my one ball and sucking the other one.
It felt like heaven.
“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.
Ābhā Upādhyāý was sucking on both of my Bachhalyā balls.
Ābhā Upādhyāý then got on top of me.
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.
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.
Lajjā Mukherjī held Ābhā Upādhyāý’s ass and I fucked her.
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.
Lajjā Mukherjī went to take a shower and got ready for bed.
I went to my room, watched some television and eventually fell asleep.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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 partial nakedness said the hand job was only a preliminary.
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.
She probably wouldn’t have been hurt if I’d kept still.
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.
Her normally pleasant features were twisted into a rictus of tormented rage.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“Oh,” Karuñākānt Joshī said looking at his younger brother sympathetically, “Why?”
“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.”*
“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’.”
“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.*
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.
He never liked it.
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.*
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.
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.
Everyone was stunned.
“Well, I think we should talk first, Shuchi.”
“That’s a very good idea, Bahūrānī.” Pragyākānt Joshī greeted the suggestion very warm heartedly.
“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.”*
No, he wasn’t a bad man.
That was the problem.
Their overhumanity itself was a greatest enemy of all of them.
They were good to the extent to be harmful to themselves.
“I know, Supriyā,”
Nevertheless, he couldn’t blame the traditional Brāhmañs even.
They were also normal men.
They too wanted to enjoy their married life.
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1/18: Ādi Parv
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.
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,
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.
Calmed by this, I lay motionless, glad to let her lead the way.
My ego wasn’t even slightly affected.
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.
“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.”
I felt her mouth and tongue on my ball bag.
That’s how they win ever immensely capable Bachhalyās.
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.
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.
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.
“If you want to remain confined exclusively to Durgesh only, it’s all right, Fātimah Jalāl,”
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.
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.
“My pussy,” she replied.
Almost involuntarily I blurted out my first sexy talk.
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.”
“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.
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?
“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?”
I spread her thick, shapely legs.
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.
This was hard, hot and wild sex.
It was all I knew.
It seemed to be working.
Again, in my expertise in the art of fucking, I managed to find just what she wanted.
Too instead, were trying to improve themselves constantly.
The moans and screams were nice to hear.
“You like getting fucked, don’t you!” I grunted.
Our bodies, now dripping in sweat, made a slapping sound when my hips collided with hers.
Then another series of moans and screams of passion accompanied that wonderful slapping and slurping sound our bodies made.
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’m going to take you from behind,” I told her in my sexiest Bachhalyā tone.
The view, from behind her, was amazing.
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:
“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.
Rubbing her waist and lower back was a sensual experience for me, too.
This allowed me a chance keeping the mood sexy and erotic.
I then got the K-Y jelly ready.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
It was so tight and hot.
It felt nice.
“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.
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Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
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He was adamant.
His father and grandfather both were Brahmarshis in HVSI.
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.” Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah said, “You know. He is Waħīdah’s Kħālāzād cousin.”
Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah sighed.
“Niranjan Sharmā is close enough to Bhārgav
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.
Yet, I was an exception.
Waħīdah preferred me on Niranjan Sharmā.
Waħīdah loved Durgesh.
Niranjan Sharmā was surprised.
“I don’t think so, Niranjan Sharmā.”
“What do you mean?”
“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.”
“I wanted to remind you it.”
His tone was somewhat curt to Niranjan Sharmā.
Niranjan Sharmā looked at him helplessly.
“Nevertheless, the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI is supporting Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, not Durgesh.”
The phone rang and she reached over to answer it.
“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.
“And you searched for the filename? You’re sure you spelt it correctly…”
“Hmmm…” I muttered. “I guess I don’t absolutely have to have it…um…oh, Damn it! Of course!”
“Oh…oh geez, sorry Sītā dear.”
“Sorry about it. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”
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.
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’.
‘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.
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.
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.
“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.”
Among the folders I made were ‘Anal Fuckfests’, ‘Mind Control’ and ‘Ashvinātam is Best’.
She knew about computers herself.
Who doesn’t in this immensely advanced Infinite BrāhmKalp?
Of course it was a long username.
It wasn’t possible even.
Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā was the paramount constitution here.
It was legally a tremendously punishable crime and morally an immensely despised great sin.
“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.”
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.”
Vibhīshañ Bhārgav was defeated tremendously.
Nevertheless, she was jealous of beautiful Musalmān houseladies now immensely.
Bhārgavīs were no exception.
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.
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.
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 grunted, and out of the corner of my eye saw her hauling some bags up to 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?”
“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?”
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.
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!”
“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.
We were both quiet.
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.
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.
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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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.”
“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.
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.
“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.
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.
“Yeah. Just now. You were smirking.”
“I shouldn’t be eating this,” I admitted.
“Because of your cholesterol?”
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.
Kħadījah Muħammad was only two years younger than me.
Yet she never looked more than thirty four.
“He wants to consult me?”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“Kħadījah Muħammad, I…”
“As if he himself doesn’t have,”
“Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā has only countless bodies.”
“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.”
“That’s what he said.”
“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.”
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.
Bachhalyās were always number one administrators consequently undisputedly.
The traditional Brāhmañs were the third.
The Muslims were the fourth.
Infinite BrāhmKalp lacked the other societies basically.
I smiled slightly.
“I thought so.”
“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,”
“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’s right. I suffered from a severe heart attack and couldn’t keep my life then.”
I eyed him sympathetically.
“My family rejected me to keep me as her Sun. She needed a better Sun, you.”
“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.
“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?”
“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.”
“I accepted that I learned my lesson in the hard way, Sir. I thought you were my friend and…”
“Well, you said I should let her suck my penis, to have anal sex with her.”
“And you couldn’t do it?”
“I understand, now.”
“It’s your reincarnation, Punarjanm?”
“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 hate every tradition if it isn’t scientific anymore, progressive and ‘Janébhyah’.”
“There are some problems when you belong to a Bachhalyā family.”
“That’s right. But I’m telling something else.”
“I am listening to your observation.”
“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.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1. Chapter 1
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Årab Mahā Bhārat: :
Ādi Parv 1/22: Saůūdī Årabia:
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,
“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?”
“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?”
“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?
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.”
“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.”
“What?” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm put both of her beautiful nude legs on my shoulders taking me between them.
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.
“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?”
I suddenly asked.
“Whom do you yourself like more? Shékħ Al Zabīr or me?”*
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
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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.*
My eyes were grave watching her.
Narendr Modi is being credited for 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.
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.
“Are you ready for more of your present?”
“There’s more?” I replied softly in excitement.
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.
“There is as much of this as you want.”
I smiled at her words.
All feelings of wrong were gone now and were replaced only by a craving for more of this intense sensation.
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.
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.
“That was amazing.”
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.
We remained in this position kissing and just basking in being naked together for a long time.
Neither of us knew nor cared to.
She fucked me this time more vigorously.
There was a third round too.
Then there was a fourth round.
Then there was a fifth, sixth and seventh round.
I stood, took her hand, and gravely followed her down the hallway.
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.
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.
I looked at her as if I was unsure what she meant.
I reached down and tentatively ran my fingers through her curly pussy hair.
She reached down putting her fingers over mine and guided me to her clit.
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.
I moved between her legs.
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.
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.
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,
“Well,” I smiled, “I don’t want my present to end.”
“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.
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 Muslimāt are hottest genetically.
Their Ammī was the same.
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.”
“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.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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.
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?”
“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!”
“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.”
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.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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 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?”
“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.
“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.”
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,”
“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 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.”
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,”
“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,”
“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.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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.”
“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?”
“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.
“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.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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.”
“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.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
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,
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.
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,
“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.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Midterm 2012 Volume 4
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3
Ved Nagar Volume 2
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.
‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.”
‘Bear this woman to a man that does good deeds.’
‘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.
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.
“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.”
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.”
“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.”
“There’s a lot of money coming to me under that will, something over a hundred million dollars.”
“I need your support,”
“Abbū didn’t leave the money to me outright,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “He left it in a trust.”
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.
“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.”
“That’s right. Yet, he has a cut Musalmān nūnī.”
“The entire medical specialists say Muħammad, my husband, can never make love to a woman.”
“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 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.”
“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?
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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.
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.*
“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.
“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.”
“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.
“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.
“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,
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.
“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.
“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,
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.
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,
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,
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.
“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 Musa