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
A few moments passed, and I began the awkward process of helping her off the table.
My member slipped from her lips and she automatically clinched herself in response, seemingly missing my presence.
She smiled again, and this time I saw it.
I grinned back.
She was more propped by me than anything, and I helped her over to the living room, where we both collapsed onto the sofa.
I kissed her softly but repeatedly at her cheek and lips, and she managed a few kisses in return.
Arundhatī Joshī and I didn’t really talk.
We just quietly recovered together.
Eventually, she told me she had to go on to bed.
We both climbed the stairs together.
At the top of the stairs, we faced each other.
It was dark.
It was quiet.
I brought her into my arms, and we embraced.
I could feel her exhale completely in my arms and press into me.
She could feel my strong arms wrap and cuddle her.
She eased back from me.
She had to go to her bedroom.
I looked down at her, and her face started to mine.
Our lips met and neither held back.
We kissed deeply.
When we finally parted, we both smiled to one another.
We said goodnight.*
Arundhatī Joshī awoke groggily.
She struggled to orient, as she could sense something was happening to her.
She started understanding there was a rocking motion in the bed.
Even though at first she was dazed, she realized there was movement at her vagina.
She felt sex there.
Was she dreaming?
She almost spoke my name, but she then gathered that she was in her own bed and in her room.
She searched for her bearings.
As she thought and looked around, it hit her.
She was on her side and the pushing was coming from behind her.
It was Vinod Sharmā.
It was Saturday morning, and Vinod Sharmā had entered her and was having sex with her.
Arundhatī Joshī fought the initial impulse to stop him.
Then, she worried inwardly for a response.
She was shocked and just speechless.
As she started to speak over her shoulder to Vinod Sharmā, she heard him grunt heavily.
He stiffened and she knew instantly what this meant.
He climaxed intensely.
He had gotten off strongly, she concluded.
But, she found herself much less than thrilled.
Right away, she felt guilty knowing why she wasn’t thrilled.
First, it was because it had mostly happened unbeknownst to her.
Mostly though, there was a guilt.
It wasn’t I there with her, nor the excitement she felt for me.
Vinod Sharmā stroked at her hair.
“Wow. That was great.”
She didn’t move or speak.
His voice had been shaky before.
Vinod Sharmā caught his breath and tried to compose himself better.
He had not acted as he intended.
He awoke with an erection, and he immediately had become concerned about keeping it.
It wasn’t her fault, but he simply did not feel the attraction or desire that he once had for her years ago.
He had felt to her first, thinking he’d stimulate her awake, and then he had touched wetness at her lips.
He had thought her already aroused.
When he had put himself to her to rub her, he had pushed on into her and started.
“I got carried away.” He tried to explain.
She just nodded back without words spoken.
Vinod Sharmā cuddled her, and he brushed at her hair.
“You are a beautiful and special woman.” he resolved to make things better even if it meant getting some kind of prescription. “I may not always show it, but I do appreciate you.”
Arundhatī Joshī was absolutely stunned.
She reached a hand over her shoulder to him and squeezed at him.
He started breathing heavier and in moments he was snoring.
Arundhatī Joshī‘s mind started reeling.
As much as she hated to think it, she knew she wished he hadn’t said those things.
Could he sense she was drifting away from him?
Is this why on this morning, of all times, he had decided to share like that with her.
He never did that.
When she was sure he was sleeping again, she slipped from the bed.
She went downstairs to make coffee, have a cup and clear her head.
What a weekend.
In a hungover and emotional fog, Arundhatī Joshī rummaged about in the kitchen, made coffee and sat down with a cup.
It was hard to know where to begin with sorting this out.
A couple of things she was certain about.
First, she was crazy and stupid to permit what had happened with me.
There was no understating just how wrong and unintelligent her choices had been.
But just as clear to her was how she felt.
She felt deeply and convincingly emotional for me and excited by me.
Any number of thoughts, from Friday night’s party to Saturday morning to Saturday night, showed her how much she cared about me.
As she sat there, she knew she felt such a love for me.
She squeezed her eyes and released them at her next thought, as she regretted just how truly she also felt about me as a man.
From her looking to me when we kissed Friday night to when she first surrendered to me in bed Saturday morning, there was no denying that she thought of me now as a man.
And, as so very wrong as it was, she thought of me as a lover.
I had brought feelings and sensations from within her she could not ever having remembered felt.
I aroused her, thrilled her, and consumed her.
Our time together and the way I had been with her had combined to make her feel something she had never felt to this extent.
The feeling included intense desire.
I made her feel that she wanted me badly and needed me.
And not just emotionally, but she needed to feel me physically and to make love to me.
Arundhatī Joshī felt at her core a need to give herself to me.
She had not ever felt this way.
She briefly wondered whether she didn’t need to just break away from both of the men in the house and try to ascertain her thoughts more objectively.
The things she was thinking were so unusual and extraordinary that perhaps she just needed time.
She smirked wondering if she even wanted to be away from me in order to decide.
Arundhatī Joshī looked up startled from her thoughts, seeing me pop into the kitchen.
She beamed when she saw how very happy I was to see her there.
She couldn’t help but show how happy she was to see me too.
“Good morning,” she said it in a low full voice.
Her face glowed.
I came straight up to where she was sitting, and I bent to where I could hug her.
I kissed her deeply and passionately.
After some passionate deep kissing, she pulled back.
“Wait, wait.” She stopped me.
I was standing next to where she was seated and I was very aroused.
I started dragging at my shorts, and she gave quick shakes of her head, indicating ‘no’.
It didn’t slow me in the least.
My hand drew my penis from my shorts in front of her face, and when she realized just what I was doing, she visibly tightened.
“Wait Durgesh, I don’t know. We should talk.”
I figured she was just acting coy, much like the night before.
I held my thick Bachhalyā erection in her face.
“No, not right now, Durgesh,” she said it pleadingly, conveying perhaps that the choice was mine.
I grinned down at her, and she gave me a torn look back.
She dropped her view to my hand.
I was fully engorged and there at her face.
There was a wanton aspect of it being right in front of her like that.
I edged my fist just a bit up and then just barely back, and she watched intently.
Her face didn’t move to avoid me, but her eyes looked back to me questioningly.
“Aw, c’mon.” My tone made her seem unfair. “Are you serious? Are you going to leave me this way?”
My hand tilted her face to me and I bent and kissed her again.
She watched my face as I stood back straight, and I told her,
I brought my cock in my hand and I put it to her lips.
Once more she tried to pull back, but I cradled her cheek and lodged its Bachhalyā thickness at her Joshī Brāhmañ lips. … She opened her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth to me while looking in my Bachhalyā male eyes.
She reluctantly started to suck on me and move her head.
She felt my combined hardness and smoothness, and she started to react between her legs.
After a few more moments, the dynamic shifted.
It went from my urging to instead her moving her mouth on me.
Her head swayed and her mouth and lips massaged at my thick Bachhalyā cock.
We both knew she was getting more into it.
Much more into it.
‘How can I be this excited again? Is this really because of me?’ She asked herself as she felt both our urgency.
Soon I was groaning continuously, and she was humming.
Naughtily, Arundhatī Joshī anticipated what it’d feel like when I started releasing into her mouth.
She drifted a hand between her legs and started feverishly stroking there.
“WHAT?” The word is screamed and Arundhatī Joshī cannot understand at first what has happened.
She saw Vinod Sharmā standing with his face flushed and eyes wide.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” “WH… .”
She yanked her head back and I started frantically trying to pull my shorts up.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I was desperately saying to Vinod Sharmā, and everything seemed to slow down to Arundhatī Joshī as it unfolded.
It was almost as if she were witnessing something she was not actually present at.
The sequence was deliberate and surreal.
Vinod Sharmā grabbed his head with both hands and screamed.
He looked over to the counter where the kitchen knives were at, and then looked straight at me.
I shouted, “No, no, no,” as Vinod Sharmā started lunging to where the knives were.
Suddenly, I moved toward the counter, too.
Before I can take a second step though, I froze in place.
My stopping in place riveted Arundhatī Joshī‘s attention back to Vinod Sharmā.
Vinod Sharmā had reached the counter, but unnaturally he ricocheted off the counter and collapsed to the floor.
When he laid out on the floor, he was staring straight up and he was clutching the left side of his chest.
He coughed and choked, and just as suddenly as he had started, hd completely stopped.
Then, he lay there motionless.
“CALL 911! CALL 911!” Arundhatī Joshī heard me shouting it, but she couldn’t move.
She saw his eyes, and she knew he was gone.
She also knew she would never, ever get that sight of him, and what she had caused, out of her mind.
The next several days blurred by, and she could barely function, rarely talked, and just felt deadened to an extent.
The authorities did inquire, and she told the truth.
Of course, it all made sense.
She and Vinod Sharmā had had sex earlier that morning, and they had drank most of the weekend.
She didn’t see it coming, and she absolutely couldn’t believe he died of a massive heart attack on their kitchen floor.
Everyone felt sympathy for her.
Everyone saw that she was beside herself, apparently from such grief.
She had told the truth alright, but she didn’t tell the whole truth.
There was nothing asked about she and me.
There was nothing to ask since everyone knew we were friends, and both had suddenly lost Vinod Sharmā.
So, there was no mention made of the fact that Vinod Sharmā had heard strange sounds coming from the kitchen that morning.
It was never told how he hurried down the stairs, already concerned as he feared someone must have been hurt from the kind of sounds he was hearing.
He had rushed into the doorway of the kitchen, and it had been as if he had struck a horrible wall that stopped him in his tracks.
There he saw his wife and me.
At first, I looked like I wasn’t the matter, because I was standing straight and seemed animated.
Everything changed when he focused to where his wife was seated at our kitchen table.
She was sitting facing our table and angled to where Vinod Sharmā was standing, but Arundhatī Joshī‘s shoulders and face was turned to her left side.
Her right hand appeared to be in her lap, and her right hand was clasping at something.
Positioned very close to her left side was my torso and waist.
Vinod Sharmā had fixed his attention to his beautiful wife’s face.
Her mouth was open and her lips wrapped a thick and erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund that was pumping urgently between her Joshī Brāhmañ lips.
One look was all it took to show Arundhatī Joshī was moving her face towards me as fervently as my hips were bucking into her face.
Her expression was one of exquisite pleasure.
There was an onslaught of friends and family around in the days between Vinod Sharmā’s death and his funeral.
Everyone was very supportive.
The entire time passed as a flash to Arundhatī Joshī.
Then, just as suddenly as the friends and family had gathered, it seemed they quickly dispersed.
By the time of the evening after Vinod Sharmā’s funeral, the house had cleared out.
The house was still and quiet, and Arundhatī Joshī and I decided we had to go have dinner to decompress.
Arundhatī Joshī did most of the talking.
She spoke in a detached and halting manner, as if trying to explain to herself and to me.
I heard beneath her words a desperate coping of sorts.
“It was a lapse to be sure, a horrible and terrible lapse, but a lapse.” She had sounded scared but also as if warming to her justification as well.
She sat close to me and spoke quietly.
“No one meant for him to die. …”
I considered whether maybe it was just a way for her to carry on.
I tried my best to assure her.
Neither of us had wanted this or even imagined this.
It was a horrible, horrible accident.
That night after dinner, we returned home, and we both decided to turn in early.
We found ourselves standing upstairs in the hallway awkwardly starting to say goodnight.
She looked at me directly and asked evenly,
“Why don’t you stay with me tonight?”
I looked a little surprised and even tentative.
“Um, I don’t know. Are you sure?”
She gave a couple of quick nods of her head.
And with that, I ambled into her bedroom with her.
I felt an unsteadiness with the day that we had endured.
I saw her go into the bathroom, and I decided I’d just be present and go with however she felt.
I stripped to my boxers and I climbed into the bed.
I was lying there, bare chested and sitting propped up somewhat when she came out of the bathroom.
She saw me there in bed, and she stopped.
We looked at each other, and I wondered whether maybe I had misunderstood and somehow shouldn’t be there after all.
I found myself very concerned.
“Uh, is this okay?” My voice sounded very worried and doubtful, and Arundhatī Joshī relaxed her face into a smile.
She moved slowly to the bed in a night shirt that covered almost to her knees.
“Yes. Yes, it is.” She ran a hand through her hair, and she got into bed and to my surprise she curled up next to me.
“I am so glad you are here. I need you tonight.”
I kissed the top of her head which she had put at my chest, and I stroked at her hair.
“I’m glad you want me here.”
“Listen, I know this is weird. It is.” She moved a hand to my chest and her fingers drew circles on my bare flesh there. “But I want you to understand. I’m feeling so very fragile right now, you know?”
“Yeah, sure.” My voice was low.
“I’m sure you are too.” She kept her fingers at my skin.
“Yeah, I am. I guess I’m still numb.”
“Me too. Very.” She sounded like she was about to cry as she squeezed out her next words. “I just hope you don’t hate me.”
I immediately reached to her face and opened it to me.
She had lines of tears that had started and the eyes of someone utterly unguarded.
“Hey, hey, hey,” I consoled in as calming a voice as I could muster, “don’t even think that. Not for a second. I wouldn’t ever hate you. I couldn’t ever hate you.”
I went to her face and kissed her fully.
I pulled her into a hug to my chest.
She hugged me back.
We kept our embrace and she eased back with me as my torso had to go back for support, our position at first too strained to keep.
We ended up with her half over onto me.
She put a hand on my chest and looked into my eyes.
“I love you, Durgesh.”
I didn’t hesitate.
“I love you, too.”
When I said it, her face perked and I saw her eyes dart about my face, but mostly at my eyes and mouth.
She drew a breath and then she leaned to me, kissing me gently but fully on my lips.
I kissed back, but when she didn’t pull away, I was a little surprised that she was being affectionate this way.
I was awestruck when she used her lips to open mine, and she moved her tongue to mine.
She kissed me passionately, and it was completely unexpected by me.
The feel of her lips and tongue, together with her increasing movements at my mouth, stirred me against all better judgment.
I just couldn’t help it.
As we continued kissing, she shifted to try to get better positioned atop me, and when her leg moved over my waist, she felt a certain, unmistakable hardness.
She broke our kiss, but didn’t move far from my face with hers.
She continued her leg on over me, but rather than just lay against me, she moved her entire body astride me.
She stared into my face as I watched her lower to my waist.
I tried hard not to react when I felt her at my skin.
Because she was sitting higher up on me from our kissing, her crotch met my skin at my stomach.
It was obvious by the feel of her that she wasn’t wearing anything under the night shirt.
She shifted just a bit, and then I felt the slightly prickly stick of pubic hair and the unique slickness of her natural moisture.
She moved her hips barely, and I wondered if it was intended to make sure I felt her dampness.
She seemed to watch for a reaction from me, but I didn’t reveal one.
“I am feeling so raw right now.” She said it in a loud whisper and it sounded dramatic.
Her feet seemed to tuck closer to my sides where she was straddling me, and she raised herself on her arms that went to each side of my head.
She closed her eyes briefly and then half opened them.
“Is it okay if I tell you I need you right now?” She still whispered.
I nodded slowly and noticed her full lips staying parted.
Her half closed eyes and slightly opened lips finally conveyed to me that she was actually very aroused.
She may have meant emotionally she needed me, but it didn’t seem like that was all, I now understood.
I reached up to her arms and I moved them to my chest, where each of her hands came to rest up on my skin.
She closed her eyes again and I watched her gulp.
She opened them to see my eyes as she shifted her weight onto her left hand at my chest.
She lifted the right hand and she brought it down our bodies between us.
When her hand reached my boxers and deftly entered inside, my face no longer stayed expressionless.
I furrowed my brow and gave a wince, as she took me engorged into the opening between us.
She opened her mouth wide as if to react with me and she made the slightest of grins, knowing she had affected me so.
Then, she looked at me intently as she said more.
“Two things.” She breathed the words.
My reply was fast. “Yes!”
She stared deep into me and spoke her request slowly and seriously. “I want you inside me, and… I want you to keep your eyes with mine. Okay?”
She backed downward toward me, and we kept fixed on one another.
She held me steady between us as she placed her hips where she wanted them.
When my head mashed to her lips, we both shook.
“AH!” I exclaimed as I felt her rotate her hips.
Our eyes stayed, and there was an intensity to it that surprised me and excited me, seeing her every reaction and expression.
Poised there, she surprised me yet again when she reached to her shirt and shed it off herself, exposing her breasts and hardened nipples to me.
My hands immediately went to them and clutched them, as I watched her own eyes almost close shut with the sensation of my hands squeezing and manipulating her full bare flesh.
I still marveled at her large, thick nipples, but I felt them and rubbed them rather than look to them.
When she started moving again, her face changed expression from a stillness to more and more emotion and contortion, as she was forcing herself down on me.
She fought to keep her eyes to mine, and I saw how she showed the change she felt as I went deeper into her.
Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a silent ‘oh’ as she wiggled herself and pushed.
I struggled to keep my eyes on hers, as she rested her weight on her hands on my chest but moved her hips more and more.
She was getting more used to me, and it enabled her to get more into it.
She was raising and lowering herself, and each time her face reacted in some way to the sensations inside her.
She squatted more onto me and her head tilted back somewhat, but her eyes stayed level with mine.
Her eye brows arched and her face expressed what looked like pain when she went even further down on me.
She felt a plunging of me into her that filled her fully.
“UUUUNNNNNGHHHHHHH! Ungh, ungh, ungh!” She was loud with her grunting coming from within her throat.
I started to buck with my hips but didn’t.
I wanted to see what she would do on her own.
“C’mon,” I urged her on.
She made an inner squealing-kind of sound at my prompting her like I was, and I grinned at her.
She drew her lips together, batted her eyes and then sucked in a breath, as she appeared to ready herself for different motion.
I kept her full breasts in my hands and squeezed up, mashing them to her and evoking a pant from her.
She brought her head just down and looked at me as if she were boiling, and I felt her hips jerk.
I grunted my own reaction when I felt her beginning a back and forth sway with her hips.
The feeling was so different and unexpected that I arched my back and wondered if I’d explode just from that.
She saw she had affected me strongly and it incited her.
She furrowed her brow, grew intense with her stare to me, and she picked up her pace.
I was astonished.
She was working her hips back and forth with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund buried deeply in her, and she was panting with her effort.
Arundhatī Joshī was riding me.
Her hips bucked at me hungrily.
I moaned at her exertion.
My getting overwhelmed thrilled her, and she tried to go even harder on me.
We were both getting louder with throaty noises back and forth.
There was no doubt to either of us now that she was full on fucking me.
She kept her pace, but she eased backward some, giving herself more of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund inside her, and this was all it took.
Her Joshī Brāhmañ thrusts on me and her willingness to sit down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund while she was riding me together shoved me over the edge.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed and shook with an orgasm that washed over me with repeated contractions. “Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me, Arundhatī Joshī!!!”
As my face looked frantic and delirious to her with my extended climax, she felt herself succumb and come with as much intensity as she could ever remember having had before.
Her mouth fell open, and her bottom lip quivered, as she felt my kicking and releasing together with her own spasms deep within her.
We both panted and tried to catch our breath.
She eased forward and lower upon me, softly collapsing, and as she did, her full breasts met my still heaving chest and pressed me.
She brought her lips to mine, and we again kissed for a while.
Soon, her head rested at my chest, and we both lay spent.
Arundhatī Joshī was still straddling me, and I was still halfway enmeshed into her.
“That was unreal.” My voice was low and disbelieving. “You were so… good.”
“I loved it.”
She traced a finger around one of my nipples as she pondered a moment.
Then, she moved her head a bit to see me as she said softly her thought.
I grinned back.
“I will fuck you whenever you want, Durgesh.”
I grinned even more and kissed at the top of her head.
She put her head back to my chest.
“I mean it.”
We stayed in a heap for several more moments before we finally thought to move again.
I had to go to the bathroom, and we very carefully disengaged from one another.
She watched me get out of bed, and as I walked towards the bathroom, she couldn’t resist staring at me.
Even flaccid, I hung down between my legs heavily, and it swayed with my steps.
I turned back and caught her looking, and she smiled sheepishly.
When she turned onto her back, her thighs rubbed, and the clear sensation of wetness was coated where both of our juices had gone onto her thighs.
She self-consciously reached there, and she felt about.
She couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was me.
She withdrew her hand as I came back to bed and to her.
We wrapped into each other, and while she started to talk to me more, I was soon snoring away. She sighed and smiled to herself and let herself drift to sleep as well.
The next morning the two of us quietly and somberly prepared, and went to see the lawyer.
There wasn’t much said or really to be said.
As we traveled to the office, Arundhatī Joshī thought over again how she had answered what was asked of her by others.
She had essentially answered the truth asked of her, but she carried that weight of the whole story.
I and Arundhatī Joshī knew the whole truth, and that was more intimate knowledge we both shared with each other and no one else.
We both sat together listening to Vinod Sharmā’s friend and lawyer.
During the meeting with the lawyer, I tried to act friendly and talkative, but it was as if Arundhatī Joshī was still dysfunctional.
She was quiet and still numb, it seemed.
She did muster one reaction though.
There was an emotional outburst that was part laugh and part sob at a disclosure the lawyer made to the both of us.
The lawyer described it professionally and gently, but there was the sense that I had hoped the revelation would provide whatever comfort that it could.
The lawyer was meeting with us to talk about Vinod Sharmā’s estate.
There were several details to cover.
But significantly, I wanted Arundhatī Joshī to know there was at least one thing she didn’t have to worry about any more.
Vinod Sharmā had left three separate life insurance policies, and Arundhatī Joshī was the sole beneficiary of all three policies.
Arundhatī Joshī was going to receive three million dollars.
There was only one condition however.
Arundhatī Joshī smiled and fulfilled the last wish of her husband.
That was what she herself was dying for.
Her late husband had actually gifted her everything she needed immensely.
Three million dollars and me.
Arundhatī Joshī never needed anything else.
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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
She drifted down to her knees.
She brought her hands to my jeans, and as she undid them and worked the zipper, she glanced back up to see the utter pleasant shock on my face.
She pulled my engorged Bachhalyā shaft from my jeans and the thickness again amazed her.
Her fist worked around me and she stroked at me.
She hadn’t felt this emboldened, or this invigorated, in years, she knew.
She glanced up.
“Do you want this?” Her voice was meek but clear.
“Yeah!” My response was quick and sure.
We both chuckled.
We both knew she was shocking me with this, but we both also knew she was liking doing this and being shocking.
She kissed my head again, and as I moaned and looked down at her, she opened her mouth wide, pushing it down over my head and to where several inches went into her extremely beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth.
She started sucking at me fervently, with her small fist pumping away at my length.
Her cheeks were reacting with each stroke of me she made.
I wasn’t going to last long and we both knew it.
I gripped her hair in my hands, and I started showing that I was close.
I narrowed my eyes and my brow tensed.
A sudden familiar sound startled us both.
The grinding sound of the garage door sliding open reverberated.
She flashed a panicked look at me.
“Hey, hey, hey! That’s Vinod!” Arundhatī Joshī snapped.
Much to my pleasant shock again, she didn’t even slow.
She just kept looking back at me and pumping me into her mouth.
A car door slammed, yet my face never twisted even a bit with concern.
“We have to stop.” I urged.
The kitchen door opened downstairs and swung closed.
“Honey, I’m home.” Vinod Sharmā’s voice called out from downstairs.
Arundhatī Joshī still did not take me out of her mouth, and now I seemed to be pulling at her hair.
My eyes gave a look like I was surrendering to something within me.
We could both hear Vinod Sharmā at the foot of the stairs, and I spasmed violently, exploding into Arundhatī Joshī‘s mouth.
My body contorted and a third spray released.
Arundhatī Joshī gazed up at me with half-closed eyes.
Steps could be heard making their way up the staircase, and Arundhatī Joshī let my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund pop out of her extremely beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth.
I worked my jeans up and started fastening them.
I looked at Arundhatī Joshī, and she looked unsteady on her feet as she gave me a mischievous smirk and wiped at her mouth with two fingers.
Vinod Sharmā could be heard getting to the top of the stairs, and I watched Arundhatī Joshī dab the two fingers between her lips, licking them clean.
I watched in utter pleasant shock, as Arundhatī Joshī opened my bedroom door and stepped into the hall.
I stood at my door and watched Arundhatī Joshī go the few feet to where Vinod Sharmā was heading into their bedroom.
“Hey honey,” Arundhatī Joshī said to Vinod Sharmā, as she tilted Vinod Sharmā’s face towards hers.
Arundhatī Joshī planted a big, full kiss on Vinod Sharmā before Vinod Sharmā walked on into their bedroom.
I stood looking at Arundhatī Joshī pleasantly dumbfounded, as she looked back to me before joining her husband in their bedroom.
She pointed to my jeans and then made an up and down motion with her fingers.
I looked down to see what she was referring to, and I then realized my jeans were unzipped.
I looked up and back at Arundhatī Joshī, who smiled brightly to me before ducking into the bedroom.
After the tumultuous Saturday, we all went to dinner together.
Vinod Sharmā drove, and Arundhatī Joshī was in the passenger seat, while I quietly rode in the back seat.
Vinod Sharmā talked golf, as Arundhatī Joshī peered out the window.
She felt a swirl of different emotions about the last two days.
She especially felt regret at having pulled the stunt she did just earlier, when she had gone up and kissed Vinod Sharmā once he got home.
That was stupid and wrong.
She rationalized it to herself by thinking about how elated she had felt at finally having had passionate sex with me, after years of her and Vinod Sharmā barely touching.
Even though it was with me, which was a whole other set of problems itself, it was still not justification for having done something so devious.
She swore to herself she would make it up to me.
The car was almost to the restaurant as she was also shocked, as well as delighted, that she had even let herself do some of the things she had done.
Sure, she had fantasized about different acts or such, but she had never really been a daring partner.
Not at all.
To have done the things she had in the last two days simply shocked her.
As we pulled to the valet, she flipped her vanity mirror down to adjust her makeup.
She used the opportunity to look in the mirror to the backseat at me.
I was looking ahead and clearly fixed in my own thoughts.
She felt jarring guilt.
She felt the guilt for having been the way she was at the party with me, and then she wrestled maddening guilt at the notion of having had sex with me.
Maybe she was going insane, she thought.
But just as she had already done in her previous reflections on the day, where she had kicked and thrashed herself inside for having had sex with me, her thoughts at once went to the both of us together.
It was like she looked at me in two totally different ways.
She knew she had to have some malady, she figured, but she looked at me as a Bachhalyā on one hand, and on another, she viewed me as this ever young, virile man.
She further justified clearly I was experienced with even Brāhmañ women already.
I had not been an unwitting victim, she believed.
I had pursued her, just as she had accepted my advances.
She also repeatedly thought of herself as pathetic in a way.
She could no longer claim to be a good friend’s wife.
She could never claim this ever again.
Plus, it was likely she had unalterably changed her relationship with me to where there would be at least some negative consequences.
All of these rational thoughts replayed in her head, but as if on cue, her focus shifted.
She stood, straightened her skirt and looked over at me who was also standing and looking over at her with a grin.
Yes, it was all of those things alright, but she still felt the way she did.
She loved me, and… well, she wanted me.
She felt a chill as we all went into the restaurant.
She held her head up, but she gave it a small shake in bewilderment.
All appeared calm and collected, but as we walked in together, she did so with the knowledge that her exchanged glance with me had made her wet.*
At our table, all the three of us soon were downing drinks.
Of course, I juices only.
Vinod Sharmā had his first of probably many Scotch and waters.
Arundhatī Joshī ordered her favorite Chardonnay, and I stuck with my usual juices.
There was a comfortable atmosphere despite the morning’s confrontation, as Vinod Sharmā and I talked up the football games going on for the weekend.
Arundhatī Joshī didn’t really join in the conversation, but she didn’t really mind either.
She took a devious enjoyment in sitting back and observing us.
Vinod Sharmā spoke as he understood I was conditioned to do, and that was authoritatively.
He’d learned long ago to think and feel confidently and it had served him well.
Plus, I was his friend.
He felt good speaking to me with assuredness.
Of course, Vinod Sharmā knew what the games meant for the teams involved, and Vinod Sharmā felt good about my view of who would do well.
I delighted in sharing this with me.
I had always felt there was an inconsistency with how interested my friend was in even talking to me.
He’d soak this up, even if at times Vinod Sharmā seemed kind of… smug.
I smiled to my friend and nodded.
I also occasionally stole looks at my friend’s wife.
I was amazed.
I saw this composed, elegant young woman, the same image I had observed for years.
But now, I also saw this young woman who looked just slightly steeled to where she was avoiding the visibility of layers that shouldn’t be seen.
One layer was a restlessness that contained an appetite.
This was a layer she didn’t want detected.
It was a layer that made her incredibly more interesting and desirable to me now.
For herself, Arundhatī Joshī wondered how these guys could care so much about such a meaningless thing as the football games.
Her glass never left her hand as she savored each drink of the white wine.
She couldn’t help but marvel somewhat at me, as I showed absolutely no discomfort or inhibition at the table at all.
Here I had just spent some of the day betraying my friend as severely as I could, and I seemed utterly unfazed.
She choked at her wine as she realized the exact same thing could be said of herself.
Both men looked concernedly over to her, and she waved us off.
We resumed our conversation effortlessly, as she resumed her thoughts on my lack of concern as well as her own.
In her mind, she and I just cared for each other deeply.
It was so intense that it was like we were compelled to show it physically, she told herself.
And, she concluded that this must explain my ease with the situation as well.
After a couple of more drinks and the appetizer, Arundhatī Joshī found herself looking more and more at me.
When I’d return her look, I gazed back with a look Arundhatī Joshī adored.
It was a cute but desirous look as well.
It was hard for her to believe, but exactly what she wanted.
She admonished herself that she needed to be careful, but part of her didn’t care.
She made herself participate more in some of our talk, but she started feeling that Vinod Sharmā was just acting too… smug.
It agitated her somewhat.
During the meal, Vinod Sharmā took stock of the evening and felt a sense of contentment.
I liked and admired his wife, regardless of whether he still found her desirable.
Their comfort and security with one another was one of the best things he valued.
As far as his other needs went, he had solved that issue some time back.
Just like on this particular Saturday, his routine was golf with buddies.
He inwardly grinned knowing his Saturday routine also always included the stop by his favorite massage therapist on the way home.
There was that hour of alone time and relaxation that always culminated in the young Musalmān woman finishing his massage in a delirious release that left him sated.
This never failed to calm him and make Saturday evening that much more enjoyable, knowing his every need had been met.
This evening was no different.*
The car ride home from the restaurant was quiet and subdued.
Everyone had eaten well and had enjoyed drinks throughout the evening.
Everyone was also lost in his/her own thoughts.
Once home, Vinod Sharmā and Arundhatī Joshī made their way straight to the kitchen for night caps to take upstairs to bed.
I went to my room to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts.
I was looking forward to watching the end of the football game on TV.
Arundhatī Joshī followed Vinod Sharmā back upstairs, and she found herself excited with an idea she’d come to over the course of the evening.
She changed clothes into a nice teddy while Vinod Sharmā readied himself for bed in the bathroom.
This would be her chance to make things right with Vinod Sharmā, she figured.
Vinod Sharmā stepped out of the bathroom and directed himself straight to the bed.
Pulling back the covers, he heard Arundhatī Joshī speak to me from where she was standing across from him before getting into the bed herself.
He saw the black teddy and grinned.
“Hey baby,” she purred and she tried to give a sly grin.
Vinod Sharmā chuckled.
He continued pulling himself into bed.
Arundhatī Joshī slipped under the covers beside him.
She slid over to him, and he felt himself brace as she did.
“Sweetheart, you look great,” they both knew there was a ‘but’ coming.
“I’m really beat tonight, you know? I mean, we partied last night. I played golf all day. Then, all the drinks and food tonight. I got to get some sleep, that’s all.”
Arundhatī Joshī patted at her hair trying to seem unaffected.
“Hey, I understand. Don’t worry. I can help you get to sleep, you know?” Her hand went to his side and rubbed him.
Vinod Sharmā shifted in bed, effectively moving from her.
“Tell you what, let’s hold that idea till in the morning. We’ll do just that. I’m beat tonight.”
Arundhatī Joshī flopped over onto her back on her side of the bed. She stared dejectedly up at the ceiling.
Then, she popped out of bed, shrugging off the nightie and pulling on her satin robe.
“I’m going downstairs for a drink.”
She pulled the door loudly shut, as she stormed from the room.
She tugged the robe tightly to her body, and she tried to compose herself as she descended the stairs.
Incredibly, she had gone from feeling buoyant and bright to weak and insecure in Vinod Sharmā’s swift rejection of her.
Just calm down, she told herself.
Propped on the sofa and engrossed in the football game, I noticeably brightened when she entered the living room.
Arundhatī Joshī beamed right back at me.
She was very grateful for my reaction.
“Hey,” she looked at me, then the TV and back at me.
“How are you doing?” I asked with a warmness in my tone.
“I’m okay.” She sat in a chair facing the sofa and she tried to show interest in what I was watching. “Who’s winning?”
I answered, but it was completely lost on her.
She nodded absently and acted like she was watching along with me.
I went about trying to explain to her how the pro football teams played Saturday night games when December rolled around, when they typically would not previously in the season.
Arundhatī Joshī listened and looked at me, but she didn’t seem genuinely interested in the subject, only in holding my attention.
I grinned appreciatively at her.
Arundhatī Joshī stood and walked to the kitchen.
She went to refresh her glass, knowing full well she should stop and leave well enough alone. There was a haze from the night’s indulgence that she was aware of and decided to continue to fuel.
She drank her wine and paced a couple of steps in the kitchen.
She found herself standing in front of the sink where a large clear window overlooked their back yard.
Arundhatī Joshī stared longingly out the window.
Her thoughts jumped around.
She could make out her reflection very well in the clean glass of the window.
She saw a younger woman that she wondered about.
She had this self-image, but she wondered now whether it fit.
She doubted her looks any more, and now she began doubting even her own judgment.
Hadn’t she made a huge mistake?
What could she be thinking, having these feelings about me?
Was she just desperate?
Was she just starved?
She drank more of the wine from her glass, and she gave an answer at least to the last question.
After the day she just experienced, she recognized that she had been missing a lot.
It was just the truth.
And, if she was being really honest with herself, the affection, and the sex, was still a need for her.
An important need, she admitted.
Against her better judgment, she thought about me and our time.
She took a deep breath as she thought about how I was and how I had made her feel.
She had to admit I had made her feel like she hadn’t in a very long time, if ever.
She silently stirred at how very well I had been with her.
Then, as if on cue, I materialized in the reflection of the window, and she saw I was now standing there behind her.
At first, neither of us spoke, even though we both acknowledged each other in the reflection with our looks to each other.
The tension was palpable.
Here she was downstairs with me.
She had come downstairs, leaving Vinod Sharmā upstairs in bed asleep.
She had come downstairs and found me here. And… She had stayed.
Arundhatī Joshī studied her glass for a moment and swirled it about. “Is the game still on?”
“What’s the score now?”
“I don’t care any more.”
She smiled at me in the reflection. “Good answer.”
I looked at her intensely.
“Why aren’t you in there watching it?” There was a hint of challenge in her tone.
“Because you’re in here.”
She chuckled at this. “Mmmmmm, even better answer.”
She pulled a long taste of her wine.
Then, as if thinking better of our banter, she added, “You should go back to your game.”
“I don’t want to.” My hands went to her arms and traced up.
I started massaging her shoulders, and she seemed a little surprised.
At first, she tried hard to act indifferent.
She seemed to resist showing any reaction.
This was what she should do.
“Well, you should.” Her tone was thin and unconvincing.
I brought my hands back down her arms, and I leaned much closer to her.
She saw in the window how my head moved closer to her own.
“We can’t be that way again.” She said it quietly. Resignedly.
I opened my hands wide and went from her arms to her sides still massaging her.
She closed her eyes at my touch.
“You’re crazy. This is wrong.” She was even quieter than before.
No conviction was behind the words.
My hands glided wide over her belly and she wavered as she watched my hands on her, mentally noting how wide my hands were.
Her belly felt on fire from me.
She then felt me press to her from behind, my body was solid and straight.
There was definitely a bulge down there, too.
“Please… stop.” She was completely unconvincing and her words flat.
I paused like I might stop.
She froze in place.
A moment passed where she seemed to think.
She reached out and put her drink down, then reached with her hands to me.
We both saw me smile in the reflection.
“You are such a beautiful woman.”
“I wish that was true.”
“Of course it’s true.”
I put my hands to the satin belt of her robe and I waited letting her see what I was doing.
My hands drew a line over the belt out in each direction and back again, as her hands followed atop mine.
Her hands lightly gripped me, as if to discourage me.
We watched the material of her robe crease as the hands went up.
“I should go to bed.” She said it like she was commenting about someone else.
Her hands stayed at my arms as my hands reached to trace at the satin of the robe high on her chest.
I pressed at her robe, and she felt the lines I made over her breasts underneath, before going on to circle her chest with motions that went around the points of her robe where her nipples tented it.
My fingers rubbed the satin against her so that her nipples felt the satin press them and then release.
Impossibly, I was making them harder and more pointed with my caresses there.
She drew a sharp breath at my motions, and I lowered my face and spoke softly into her ear.
“Do you want to go to bed? Is that what you want?”
She raised her arms to put her hands in my hair up and behind her.
With this I dipped my head and started kissing her neck and over onto her shoulder.
She sighed and whispered.
I continued to kiss and lick her shoulders.
She clenched her eyes and opened them to see my hands pull the part of her robe where it crossed at her chest.
I just tugged it apart.
The robes’ sides backed away from each other, and the bare skin of her chest displayed in full view of the both of us.
Her breasts hung openly and fully, bottomed with the protruding pointed nipples I had teased when they were covered.
My hands came to them and held them, lifting just slightly.
Her entire body swooned a little at what I had done to her, as she acted unsteady.
Looking at her, I said more in her ear.
“You don’t want to go to bed, do you?”
There was a muffled sound from her.
I straightened my stance, and her head rested more back against my chest but still gazed forward at our reflection.
My hands moved again.
One swipe at the belt finished unleashing it, and my hands pressed at the open hips that appeared.
My left hand stayed pressed to her hip, and my right hand crossed her skin at her waist.
“AHHHHHHHH!” She exclaimed at my entry.
As if reflexively, she brought her hips backwards.
I pushed back at her and held.
“Oh, Durgesh!” She yelped at me.
I couldn’t believe how wet and hot she felt to my touch.
Overcome with her reaction, I brought my left arm under around her waist.
I maneuvered her around and away from the counter.
I had her wrapped in my arm and my hand holding her, as I physically brought her across the room to the kitchen table.
I forced her to the table, her back still to me, and pinned her there.
In one swift push, I had her bent over the table.
Her hands went out by her sides and braced herself.
She didn’t pull back up or slide in either direction away.
I saw no resistance from her at all.
I hovered over where I was rendering her bent over the table.
She slumped in a sprawl right in front of me.
We both heard her take a sharp gasp, when I flipped her robe up over her back from behind.
The next sound was a soft cry from her.
The gym shorts easily lowered to release my full erection.
I slid a foot of hers sideways, leaving her legs spread wide and further flattening her onto the table.
My left hand left her back where I had first thought I might have to hold her, and it went between her legs.
She reeled from my left hand reaching to her crotch and manipulating her there, fingers prying at her and opening her.
She felt lightheaded from the surprising physicality of it all, and she twitched anxiously under me.
With her lips worked open, a thick plunge pushed her forward and her upper body traveled up the surface of the table.
Desperately, she gripped to brace herself, as her body lifted impaled and defenseless.
Waves of tingling charges and profound pleasure washed over her, as she felt her helplessness at my Bachhalyā thrusts.
Her mouth fell open but silent, and her head tilted up and forward.
I was working at her and pushing. Vigorously.
“UUNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” The moaning came from her throat as I pumped at her.
Arundhatī Joshī couldn’t believe how hard and thick I felt pistoning in and out of her, and she writhed uncontrollably.
I felt as hard and excited as I could ever remember being, with her lying out below me and my having my way deep inside her.
Her body jerked about with each pump from me.
My balls felt heavy right away and I wondered how long I could last.
Arundhatī Joshī shook her head back and forth and relished the fullness of me there.
She had never been taken as thoroughly as this.
Lightness and more spasms shot through her as she struggled to contain herself from screaming loudly.
She was bucking more and more as yet another orgasm rocked her.
As she shook violently, I was set off into my own.
Seeing her body shake as it did pushed me over the edge, and I grunted and shot into her.
I pushed and made a grinding effort at her as though I was seeking some finish even deeper within her.
With my hips forward and my back hunched I slowed to a stop.
Arundhatī Joshī still had her hips elevated and was impaled on me as she tried to catch her breath and her emotions.
Her chest was mashed to the table top and her palms were flat on it.
She let her head softly ease to rest on the table’s surface as well.
She at once thought of how she must have looked at me.
Her legs were spread lewdly.
She even felt her cheeks at her bottom open given the width of her legs being apart.
Her entire upper torso and arms were still pushed forward and the robe dangled about in disarray.
She had to have looked ravished.
Nevertheless, when she thought of how I even still felt to her, lodged within, and how exquisitely taken every part of her felt, she couldn’t suppress a big smile.
I had wildly fucked her.
Durgesh was always right.
It was an art.
And Durgesh was the only master of this art.
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
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.
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‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
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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.
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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 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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Al Jihad Al Vaqār glanced about the spacious office once more.
Was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shrewd enough to play all these games?
Was it possible he deliberately gave her his media empire?
His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, allowed him to have it for a trial year.
Now, his former wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was claiming it was her property.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.
In Delhi, Aap had gotten a landslide victory even on BJP.
INC was finished there altogether.
It couldn’t get even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.
What did it mean?
The Anti- Hindu forces were winning again?
Was it the beginning of a Counter Revolution?
Against the ever first Psychological Revolution in the entire history of humankind?
It might be.
The Original ever first Psychological Revolution started with the demand of Midterm 2012.
It took two years to build up the required reality and to bring it up to the reality then.
And now the Counter Revolution?
Well, it isn’t so easy.
If they think they can do it so easily, they were living in fools’ paradise.
The most we need are anal rheostats to destroy the anti human desires.
They are also there.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār directed her sight toward her desk calendar.
She was ready to get going.
She had only one trial year.
“Be right in, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. We have everything set.”
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was carrying a handful of folders.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār motioned her friends and lieutenants to the rattan chairs across from her desk.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt comfortable with them.
Both of them were as creative as Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself was.
They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.
These were Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s confidants and her loyalists, and from now on, they would be properly rewarded
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.
There was a running information,
“HVSI Times manages its subscription always on the top.”
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān smiled at her, “I thought we should too adopt the procedure.”
“HVSI Times represents the revolutionaries that successfully ended the Scam era.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “We haven’t enough capital to compete with HVSI, No one has.”
“Sure, but it’s today. When HVSI started HVSI Times they didn’t have this capital.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
HVSI Times was the dream newspaper.
It has survived the biggest threat of news TV channels.
It somehow always maintained to give something new to its readers the news TV channels couldn’t provide.
As soon as Al Jihad Al Vaqār got the media empire in settlement, she visited HVSI Times herself personally.
It was a multi-story building.
None knew how many stories it had.
They said it was an endless building.
No one believed it.
How a building could be endless.
It was certainly a publicity strategy.
It was the tallest building nevertheless.
The heart of the structure, the one that pumped activity into all the other stories was its Seventh floor.
Most of it was given over to the HVSI Times newsroom.
Its one portion was reserved for the publisher’s suite.
It consisted of the publisher’s main office, the office for my personal secretary and receptionist, a conference and electronic media room, two offices for the advertising director and her assistant, and glassed in cubicles for the managing editor and the assistant managing editor.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never changed anything.
He surrendered it to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as he did find it.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār, the temporary heir to the suite and to the building had made few personnel changes.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār retired Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s elderly female secretary on a generous pension and replaced her with her own secretary, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ, a smart, brisk, thirtyish young woman with short-cropped dark hair and horn rimmed glasses.
Her ambitions were the driving force that would never let her stop anywhere.
Again, the difference in the intensity of their ambitions was the decisive factor.
Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ lacked it.
She stopped somewhat before getting resources she was after, while Al Jihad Al Vaqār didn’t deliberately.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār had more patience in the matter.
“Let’s start with the two of you. I’ve been giving it some thought. You will both be answerable only to me. Outside of general orders, everything I tell you will be kept in strictest confidence. Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, this is a bigger job, much bigger than Special Projects. Your work will be greatly expanded, naturally, accordingly.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās straddled me with her beautiful face towards me.
She was enjoying my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her comparatively immensely young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.
I knew it would never be a once only phenomenon.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
The more aged I grew the crazier they were for me.
“I don’t want to burn my bridges, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said fucking my ever stout ever pleasure giving ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund wildly, “And why should I? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has played with my beautiful body, even if in his own peculiar way. I couldn’t help that. My entire body was at his discretion. If instead of fucking me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed tongue fucking me more it wasn’t my fault. I am not responsible for it. He has to pay for my time I spent with him. It was precious.”
“Sure,” I agreed with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezing her excellent exquisite boobs and buttocks both.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was harder and harder now into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her each aggressive thrust.
She was kissing me wildly.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund around its shaft.
“I’m really entitled to this alimony if you should warn Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that HVS Law Internationals were going to ask for an increase if he dragged me into court again. It would keep Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from making a move.”
I laughed cunningly.
“Done, however if all the alimony is going to cease in a few months, why not…”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly.
I smiled coldly.
“And you want me to engineer that deal for you. Is that it?”
“Well?” I asked.
“You think I’m terribly scheming and designing.”
“You are cautious. You are protecting your interests.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to fix things so marrying him won’t entail a financial sacrifice on my part. Do you think I’m a gold digger?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me gratefully as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely.
“Thank you,” she thanked me once again for letting her fuck me.
“Are you deceiving Priyavrat Chaturvedī for marrying him?”
“Certainly not,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said earnestly, “Priyavrat Chaturvedī knows each and everything of my previous marriages and my recent relationship with you too. I never play dirty with the persons who never play dirty with me.”
“Yet Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to marry you?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly.
“What do you think? Am I not that much beautiful?”
“You are too beautiful. Priyavrat Chaturvedī can do anything for you.”
“What do you mean?” I smiled cunningly.
“You won’t do anything for me, even if I keep fucking you?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my naughty eyes.
I winked at her.
“If you keep fucking me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, I can do anything for you, myself, if it isn’t immoral and illegal.”
“Even if I’d be married to Priyavrat Chaturvedī?”
“That’s Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s problem, not mine.” I said gravely.*
There was a note on his table.
His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, had called him.
Everything has changed fast.
Narendr Modi was delivering fast what he had promised to the one hundred twenty five crore Indians.
His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, was worried as the other Congresspersons were.
INC couldn’t win even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.
It was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.
It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
“I know. There was a note to the effect on my table.”
“You don’t understand Infinite BrāhmKalp, Muħammad Shakīl.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Kħālāzād cousin, Ambikā Tripāŧhī, is no more interested in me.”
Muħammad Shakīl was startled.
He entered His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī’s Private Chamber.*
He never knew why.
Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.
Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.
“You fool; do you want to make me responsible for what my Abbū did?”
“Certainly not, Ammī, certainly not.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī agreed, “Nevertheless, you can’t blame Pitājī too. He loved you very much. Nānājān was trying his best to convert Pitājī to Islam. Pitājī couldn’t infuriate Hindus by converting himself. He would have lost Hindu votes for himself and INC. INC never permitted him.”*
Despite his increasing age, his eyesight was still very good.
It wasn’t any rare thing now however.
They said it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
“The Bachhalyās were always the best about publicity. They always use superstitions of the people to spread white lies favorable to them.”
He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,
“Sit down, Priyavrat.”
“As always Ammī has reported you with heavy bias, Pitājī.”
“I doubted that myself. Yet, son, she is right in one thing. You should marry now.”
“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”
“Durgesh is immensely against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act everywhere. Yet the entire Brāhmañ Brahmkanyā Brahmāñī Creations are passing it one by one. Durgesh can’t oppose Democracy. Therefore it doesn’t make any difference whether Durgesh is against it or not.”
He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.
“You are blundering in the same way, my son, the Brāhmañs of the ever first Satyug did.”
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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.”
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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
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs drove around the corner, backed up in a driveway, turned the car, came back to place it against the curb, and switched off the motor.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt once more and looked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Why the hell doesn’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs divorce her?
Can’t he understand Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would never come back to him now?
Is he one of the damn fools enough that can adjust with their cuckolding even, because they can’t manage to separate and antagonize their extremely beautiful ever smart richer Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife?
Most of the Musalmīn are managing now with their cuckold status to their Musalmān wives and Durgesh/their Musalmān wives’ Hindu lover(s).
Because their Musalmān wives can blackmail them now successfully more than they could before?
Because their Musalmān wives are now richer and more resourceful than their cuckold Musalmān husbands, and their cuckold Musalmān husbands can’t win them in any way?
She controlled however herself and smiled at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“I’ll give it to you in a nutshell, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. You can figure what must have happened. In the first place, my brother in law, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, was so afraid of us…”
“Us?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said scornfully, “So afraid of us? Never.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him,
“He was.” She said, “He was so afraid of me, at least, that despite Durgesh’s every assurance, he never agreed to continue as it was. Neither he wanted even his son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to stay where I could reach or watch him.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at me, then he looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again,
“Your new husband, Durgesh, planned it all?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wanted to humiliate Al Safiyah Al Ghaus by calling me her new husband.
But she was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too far inaccessible to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
She cooed, instead of feeling humiliated.
“Thanks for calling Durgesh my new husband. I love it.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs gritted through his teeth.
“You are right.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled energetically, “Durgesh had everything all planned, down to the smallest detail. He had even instructed Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim not to sneak any of their clothes out of the house so they could have a dry change.”
“Why?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked bitterly.
“Elementary, my dear Watson,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at him, “because both of them were insured and the insurance companies were going to make a thorough investigation.”
“Even if they pin it on Al Zohrah Al Bittol and Al Taufīq Al Fatimah?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“No matter what they do.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying her theory, “The insurance companies are going to look into the thing. A huge amount is involved in both the cases separately. The murder stories in both the cases are improbable as hell. If in their investigation, they find anything that looks like collusion, conspiracy, their fat will really be in fire.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It’s this way,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “As far as the police are concerned, they are perfectly willing to make murders out of it. It’s Ved Nagar. The police are managed by Ved Nagar administration already.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed,
“You are forgetting that Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only. It has infinite levels, both visible and invisible. Every level here is divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless steel girdered pillars.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly,
“I am not forgetting anything, my child. Your Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, wasn’t born yesterday. Just listen to your Ammī and appreciate. The insurance companies have extended their branches everywhere. Haven’t they?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,
“What do you mean?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn. They hadn’t acquired their billions through legal means.”
“I don’t agree with you.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said heatedly.
“As if I still care what the damn you do.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said acidly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her, but he was too angry to her now, to respond.
“The insurance companies act somewhat different from the police.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said shrewdly, “The police investigate murders while the insurance companies are always afraid of a collusion between husband and wife. In both the cases the wives of the victims are involved. Al Zohrah Al Bittol is Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wife, even if she is on anticipatory bail and the police can’t arrest her. Al Taufīq Al Fatimah has her husband’s duly signed affidavit that she is not responsible for his murder. Someone was implicating her already, deliberately, even when Muħammad bin Qāsim was alive. In fact, there must be some finicky Pseudo Musalmīn who didn’t want her to appear in the porn movies she was adamant to do with Durgesh. She married Muħammad bin Qāsim on that condition. Moreover, it was also a condition that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to direct that porn movie. By staging their fake murders Muħammad bin Qāsim has got rid of making that porn movie for his wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, with Durgesh as her leading hero, and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has got rid of to direct it.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled,
“I have already written the entire screenplay of the movie and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim had already paid me fully for the same.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled bitterly.*
I kept silence.
There was no use in interfering.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying that she had compelled Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim, both, to run away from her ultimately, despite the fact that I was personally helping them.
“The first thing the insurance companies do is to start looking around for collusion.”
It was as if a solo performance for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t interested in criticizing her any more.
He had realized its futility.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan with her.
And apparently it was her victory now that both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim had run away.
She was already the Conservator.
Until now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had won the battle for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus even against me.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was sure it could not be the final.
Durgesh was certainly playing some deep game.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was also worried.
“Our ever cunning Hindu husband can’t be that dumb, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“You are right, Naåīmah,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said worriedly, “Durgesh can’t be that dumb.”*
Neither it was easy to get conservatorship nor to maintain it.’
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was in Durgesh’s Live in relationship now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had certainly learned how to protect his extremely beautiful niece’s interests.
“I know now that they were schemers.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd told me, “But it’s too late now.”
“Nothing is too late ever.” I pushed my ever utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s comparatively too young ardent Musalmān Cunt, “keep your thinking positive always. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told me everything, yet he slipped somewhere in acting on my scheme exactly as I told him. Otherwise Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could never had been appointed conservator by a court of justice.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd kissed me on my Hindu male lips.
Despite there were so many problems, she was confident now that she was safe.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, her dangerously beautiful step Ammī, had succeeded in blackening her ever pious, ever sacred character before her Abbū’s eyes, but her uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, understood Al Safiyah Al Ghaus very well.
She was a gold digger.
It was soon known that Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had appointed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus the conservator.
They got their order from Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.
The order appointing Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator for the estate of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was made when Al Safiyah Al Ghaus qualified with a bond with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s help, and immediately proceeded to take charge.
“All right,” I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, “I happen to oblige Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s secretary.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled,
“She has her boyfriend cheated? I never knew.”
I smiled cunningly.
“It’s always a matter of impulse, Al Hudā. Her boyfriend couldn’t provide her such a legendary unique sex that I can. She loves her boyfriend very much. They are soon to marry each other too. But on the impulse of the moment, a very single moment, Al Kubrā Al Qur’an found she was absolutely alone with me. She grabbed my Penis. I never refuse to any lady when she needs me to that extent.”
“You fucked Al Kubrā Al Qur’an?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī’s beautiful Musalmān eyes brightened, “wow, I never knew. She always criticizes you.”
“Well,” I kept smiling cunningly at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, “There are so many young ladies who keep criticizing me, yet whenever they themselves get a chance, they never miss it. They always fuck me belligerently and then call it only an animal surge. An exception to their normal life. They say I am too greatest a temptation to resist if there’s a chance.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed,
“The bloody ever hypocrite bitches. Never miss any chance to fuck you, yet never equally miss any chance to criticize you too that you must not surrender to every sexual demand from the women on impulse. Hahaha.”
I kept smiling,
“Let them have their own kind of fun, Al Hudā. Ultimately they are not harming me even a bit. Let them fuck me whenever they can, and criticize me when they don’t.”
“You mean they are actually jealous of us, your other lady friends who enjoy sex with you, not clandestinely?”
I tolerated the obvious,
“Al Kubrā Al Qur’an stays in Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s chambers until twelve thirty. Ring her and find out if Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā hasn’t any important appointment at one thirty. I want to see him personally on this conservatorship matter. If he doesn’t have any legal problem to meet, I want to see him personally before he goes on the bench this afternoon. Tell him it’s very important.”*
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā came bustling into his chambers.
“Hello, Durgesh, the greatest…”
“Nonsense,” I smiled.
“Well,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā laughed, “I don’t agree with you. It’s a fact whether you admit it or not, out of your courtesy, that you are the most important person now. The Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act is being opposed by some communal Brāhmañs, being represented by yourself.”
“Cut it,” I raised my hand, “your United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations have snatched away the Swayamvar right of your Brahm Padminīs. You have actually surrendered to Bhr’gu Kālchakrānsh, Bhr’gu time slot, without fighting with it. Padminī Bhārgav hasn’t any right whatsoever…”
“I am a Judge, Durgesh. I am not a law maker. I am only a responsible citizen of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations . If my Creations decides that no Brahm Padminī is any more for anyone except you, it’s all right with me. If I don’t like Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, well, I am free to leave United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. Am I not?”
“Your Brahm Padminī wives…”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā raised his hand,
“They are not my wives any longer. They are Brahm Jagdambās now, please! Every Brahm Padminī who the heck ever she is, now is your wife constitutionally if she is a citizen of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. If she doesn’t want it, well, she can surrender her citizenship to United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations anytime she damn chooses, anywhere. Nobody is snatching away her Swayamvar right. No, never. I don’t agree with you. I agree with the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, as it’s amended to the benefits of its subject.”
I watched him scrutinizing.
“Okay,” I said at length, “I’m sorry to find that you have more faith in my ever communal Bhārgav wife, Padminī Bhārgav, than you have in me.”
“I respect you very much. But sorry, I have my constitutional obligations too.”
“I am surprised. Haven’t you any self-respect that…”
“Enough,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā raised his hand, “if we don’t have any other subject to discuss, will you please excuse me? I have many cases on my calendar to hear.”
“Okay, let’s discuss a conservatorship case then.” I said patiently, “I think perhaps I’m going to appear before you, in your court, on a contested matter. I don’t want to jeopardize your position or mine by discussing the case itself. Yet, I do want to get some history and, if possible, find out the reasoning back of an order you made in the case.”
“I see. What’s the case?”
“The matter of the Al Muħammad Al Qāsim conservator.”
“Why, I handled that just a couple of days ago.”
“I know you did.” I said gravely.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at me shrewdly,
“You think there is anything wrong with the case?”
I looked at him impassively,
“Let’s not either of us discuss anything except the history, nevertheless, I would appreciate your thinking.”
“I doubt it.”
“I beg your pardon,”
“You never appreciated my thinking on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
“Should we again indulge into…”
“I’ll discuss any guardianship matter anytime,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “In those cases, the Court wants all the information it can get.
“Mind you, I don’t want you to tell me anything you feel should come before me by way of evidence in a contested matter. Nevertheless, I’m certainly willing to tell you how I felt.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s eagerness to hear me in this case, yet not even a bit in Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, made me suddenly all alert.
So, Padminī Bhārgav had played a deeper game this time than I anticipated from her?
She had provided extremely beautiful Musalmān wives to every Brāhmañ that lost his Brahm Padminī wife to me due to Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
She did it successfully because she did it in collusion with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
They both got advantaged in this way.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had succeeded in deputizing her almost infinite Musalmān agents, ever loyal to her and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations .
Padminī Bhārgav had found an ever loyal friend in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
The Brāhmañ citizens of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations found ashvinātam sharīr yantrs for them.
They had got rid of their ever dominating Brahm Padminī wives too, for ever, without divorcing and paying any alimony whatsoever to them.
What was the harm in playing law abiding citizens and sacrificing human being too?
Were they not compensated financially too, optimum?
I controlled myself.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā was telling me continuously, *
I was all attention now.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is an old man.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “He is confused. There is no question about that, he was incoherent.”
I didn’t contradict him.
It was neither the proper place for it, nor proper time.
It was the only relevant thing now to know about what the legal conspiracy was actually Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was facing only because he wanted to help Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was excited.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “He was emotional. Apparently he had made a check for ten million dollars to some young woman who had been living in the house with him.
“When we get a combination like that, we figure that something needs to be done. I appointed a conservator on a temporary basis only, with the statement that the Court would review it at any time any additional facts come up.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā stopped talking and looked at me,
“You feel that you have some other facts?”
“Sure,” I said.
“No problem,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled affably, “The order is subject to review with additional facts. Tomorrow morning at ten too early for you to present your facts?”
“I think not,” I myself smiled.
“I am not going to ask to have Al Muħammad Al Qāsim brought into Court. It may upset him, the Court hearing, I mean. I’ll take a look at any additional facts that are presented and then if I want to amend, suspend, modify the order I made, I’ll do it. That suits you?”
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Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, was courtesy itself in a routine case.
But was it really a routine case?
As soon as the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act was came into existence he immediately put his head on the feet of his Brāhmañ wives who were Brahm Padminīs.
His Brahm Padminī wives were dumbfounded.
“What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý involuntarily removed herself back immediately.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý smiled cunningly, mockingly and triumphantly.
“That’s very good. That’s right, Vishwambhar Sharmā. That’s the right place for you, my feet, our feet. I always said, you never deserved us.”
“Padm Chitrā,” Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý shouted angrily, “are you crazy? He is our husband after all.”
“Was.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý laughed mocking Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, “From now on, he is our son, am I right, my child?”
“Yes, Mātéshvarī.” Vishwambhar Sharmā controlled himself, looked at Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý affirming what Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said, “The most discussed, most opposed, most despised, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act has come into existence. We are not husband and wife now any longer.”
He paused for a moment, then beamed at his ex wives now.
“Congratulations. You are Brahm Jagdambās now with immediate effect. The Commission has already declared you Brahm Padminīs.”
“Look at him.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said contemptuously, “I told you. Didn’t I? He inherited less genes from his Brāhmañ father and more genes from his Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mother, Dr. Al Tafsīr Al Qur’an PhD.”
“What do you mean, Mātéshvarī?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, smiled teasing her.
“No Brāhmañ can surrender his ever faithful Satī and Pativratā Brāhmañ wives to a Bachhalyā Sex God so easily. Only the Musalmīn enjoy their cuckolding to their ever horniest Musalmān wives and their Hindu lover(s).” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said scornfully.
She even spat into a dustbin immensely contemptuously.
“You are Bar at law, Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý Mātéshvarī.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled sophisticatedly, almost teasing his ex wife, “You must never do such a blunder legal mistake. You must always differentiate between a Cuckold and a Divorcee.”
“Divorcee? My foot.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý shouted.
“That’s right. I put my head on your feet, didn’t I?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled sophisticatedly.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý marched furiously out of the room, saying,
“Look at him. How happy the damn fool is getting rid of us for ever.”
Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý watched after Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý worriedly.*
Fucking Vibhā Trivédī fiercely and enjoying it very much, I looked at Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý to be exactly correct.
I knew the woman on the witness stand was herself a legal wizard.
She was a High Court Justice while her husband was only a practicing Judge.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý came out of the most respected, most successful legal family of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
Chief Justice Pralayankar Bhaŧŧāchārý was her father.
Justice Al Kamāl Al Fātimah was her real Ammī.
Justice Amanda Harrington was one of her very successful step mothers.
Justice Padmgandhā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Kādambinī Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Alaknandā Bhaŧŧāchārý were her real sisters.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý herself was deadly clever.
Despite the fact that Justice Padmgandhā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Kādambinī Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Alaknandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, all the three of her real sisters, whom the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Commission had declared Brahm Padminīs, had left their respective Brāhmañ husbands, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was still living with her ex husband Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.
She loved Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā very much.
She had love married him, and now she was suddenly his ‘mother’.
It was not easy to digest it.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was stunned how easily Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had accepted their new relationship.
I knew, unless I could shake her testimony, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, the defendant was going to be found guilty.
I had some surprises for the prosecution, yet it was obvious that the entire prosecution was heavily biased against my client.
I had to prove their bias legally.
And it was not easy.
There was hardly time to spring any surprise and capitalize on the confusion it would cause before five o’clock.
I couldn’t afford to flounder around, to struggle around, for twenty minutes with some aimless cross examination.
The already heavily biased jury would retire for the weekend firmly convinced that Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s testimony should be taken at face value.
District Attorney, Vibhā Trivédī, was smiling triumphantly, cunningly.
Her already impish back, forth, and again back movements of her glorious nude Trivédī Brāhmañ bottom became more impish and more fierce now.
Now, I wasn’t fucking the Trivédī Brahm Padminī District Attorney.
She was fucking me instead.
I addressed Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,” I smiled courteously.
“I object your honor, he may be the defense attorney in the present case, but, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is a Brahm Padminī. The defense attorney must pay proper respect to his rather new Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā wife. They may be husband and wife in their personal life, but here…”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was stunned.
Hey Bhagvān, God, the bloody District Attorney, Vibhā Trivédī, wants Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý to have her Golden night, hell, Golden Day instead, with the Brahm Hr’dayéshvar, Durgesh, right here in the Court.
It took most of her energy not to look horrified.
After all, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was a High Court Justice.
“What do you want Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā asked Vibhā Trivédī respectfully.
“The honorable defense attorney must undress Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý and honor her by kissing her Brahm Padminī Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.” Vibhā Trivédī proposed politely.
I looked at the Judge.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at me gravely.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled at me sophisticatedly,
“Well, Bachhalyā Piyā, I think we should oblige the herself Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā District Attorney. Please, come on.”
The Courtroom was suddenly filled with beaming happiness and vivacity.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý suddenly stood, looked at Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý scornfully and tried to march out of the courtroom.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā stopped her.
He ordered the security incharge present there.
“Stop her. Nobody would leave the Court now until and unless Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is not honored completely by her BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ new Bachhalyā husband. It’s the order of the Court.”
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý smiled cunningly.
“It’s alright, security incharge. I assure the honorable Court that I was only going out to use ladies’ personal. I wasn’t leaving the court in any protest whatsoever the Court has suspected.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at her gravely.
“Very well, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý can use the ladies personal. The Court order is to stop anyone from disrespecting Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý.”
I projected my one more body.*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý greeted me.
“Why the hell did you surrender?” I whispered to her, “They are clearly blackmailing you. And you are, being even a High Court Justice…”
“I need you.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý whispered to me back, “Can’t you see what they are doing? Vibhā Trivédī isn’t a District Attorney only. She is the girl behind the campaign that made Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act possible.”
“Thank God, she herself is Brahm Padminī and you are already fucking her now.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý put her beautiful arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips passionately.
“You must have given me a chance at least to save your love and honor.”
“Thank you.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý grabbed my Penis and squeezed it significantly, “But you can’t help me now any way. The Act has been enforced already. “Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, my husband is a law abiding citizen, and a finicky one exactly. You are trying to save my younger brother in law, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, and his wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, but they are already working on another scheme. Undress me.”
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,”
“Undress me, I say, before they suspect that we both don’t want to make love to each other. You are not helping Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā alone, you are even helping me too.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had herself started to undress me.
Soon we both were naked and hugging and kissing each other passionately.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was playing with my Penis.
I kissed her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Your body is still athletic.” I appreciated her body.
“We have to compete with the ever horniest Musalmān Beauties of yours. We have to take care of our bodies more if we really want to get a responsible life partner for us.”
“They have their Panjvaqtah Namāz to take care of their already excellent ardent Musalmān female bodies in ever excellent shape. We have to do it by athletics.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý kissed my Penis, licked it and then started to suck it passionately.
I couldn’t believe she was performing an act only, for the benefit to others, to show them that she had accepted me her new Bachhalyā husband.
It was something more I was getting.
Eīshān, Does her body need my masculine response if not her brain even?*
District Attorney Vibhā Trivédī gritted through her teeth,
“What?” I penetrated her Brahm Padminī Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt fiercely with my rock hard Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.
It reached to the mouth of her womb.
“Hey Bhagvān,” Vibhā Trivédī controlled herself from screaming with tremendous efforts, “you keep forgetting that I am a Trivédī Brahm Padminī, Bachhalyā scoundrel. If you keep pounding into me this way, soon my Brahm Padminī Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt would not remain of any use of your ever savage Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.”
“Sālī,” I continued fucking Vibhā Trivédī as fiercely as before, “if you can’t even bear my ever strong, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund, into your ever delicate Trivédī Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunt, why the hell you helped Padminī Bhārgav in passing the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act? What do you think, the other Brahm Padminīs can bear it? They don’t have their Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunts as delicate as you yourself have?”
“As if Padminī Bhārgav is as democratic as you are,” Vibhā Trivédī said furiously, “if she had even suspected I don’t agree with her in her Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Project, she would have thrown me somewhere in so much darkness, I would have died struggling to get a ray of light even.”
“I see,” I said gravely, fucking her somewhat slowly now, “so you are not her friend because you have similar thoughts to Padminī Bhārgav? Instead, you are her friend in her right and wrong because you are afraid she’d destroy you otherwise?”
“Well,” Vibhā Trivédī said meekly, “I’d never accept it before Padminī Bhārgav, but between you and me, you are entirely correct. Thanks for fucking me moderately now. I can’t bear what your Practical Chief Wife Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is thirty two only, you idiot.”
“You forgive Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan for her ever aggressive nudism and feminism?”
“She is fighting successfully with the terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Musalmīn. She has even cuckolded them. Even the Musalmān Underworld has surrendered to her.”
Vibhā Trivédī laughed.
“Not, if it wasn’t afraid of Shankar Mahāpralayankar Bhaiyā.”
“You are right.” I admitted, “But Shankar Mahāpralayankar is also winning over the Musalmān Underworld because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always ready to back him in any manner right or wrong. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s milk shared brother. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ties Raxā Bandhan on his wrist every year without fail.”
“I know,” Vibhā Trivédī smiled affectionately, “most of us your women do. Shankar Mahāpralayankar Bhaiyā is our second biggest strength, after you. You are the first.”
“Thank you, Vibhā, leave Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā alone. Don’t punish him for what he hasn’t done.”
“He hasn’t held up anyone ever.”
“How do you know?”
“Vibhā, Padminī is punishing him for not surrendering his Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī. You know it very well.”
“Don’t do it, Durgesh.” Vibhā Trivédī said gravely, “You don’t know your ever dear wife Padminī Bhārgav entirely. She has managed to pin even a murder on Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā.”
“Because he is not surrendering his extremely beautiful Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī?” I asked indignantly.
“You know your Bhārgav Brahm Padminī wife, Padminī Bhārgav, even more than I do. She is Brahm Padminī Lioness.”*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý soon fell on her back on witness bed.
She herself put her extremely beautiful Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ legs on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders, held my ever aggressive, ever sensitive Bachhalyā Lund in her hand and herself positioned it between her quivering Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt lips.
“Go ahead,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý invited me smiling gracefully, “please enter me, and oblige. Thanks for consenting to let me your permanent Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ wife, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā. Penetrate me and make me your Brahm Padminī Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahmmare for ever.”
I smiled, caressed her extremely beautiful, nude, Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ buttocks and pushed my Bachhalyā Lund into her excellent learned Brāhmañ Cunt.
It’s head went inside.
She sighed, smiling gratefully.
I pushed again.
It entered one fourth.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý winked at me sophisticatedly.
“Enjoying, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Sure,” I smiled proudly and pushed again.
It entered half of it.
It took two more thrusts to vanish inside completely.
“Thank you,” Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, smiled gratefully, immensely indebted as if, “please don’t move now for some time. Let it remain there fully embedded. Let me absorb the honor.”
“The pleasure is mine, darling.”
“Thank you. You are very kind, very polite.”
She let me start fucking her properly after at least one complete hour.
In immense ecstasy, my Bachhalyā Lund was visiting Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunt now pleasantly, yet proudly.
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,” I started cross examining her, “you have identified the defendant in this case as the man who perpetrated the hold up.”
“Yes, Durgesh, I mean, the Defense Attorney Sir.”
“When was the first time you saw the defendant?”*
Padminī Bhārgav was furious.
“What the hell do you think I am, a damn fool?”
“Padminī,” I said curtly, “I am your husband, not your subordinate. Am I?”
She put her extremely beautiful nude Brahm Padminī Bhārgav Brāhmañ legs on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders.
“You made Vibhā Trivédī talk to you. You made a traitor out of her.”
“What else? Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act is the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations now. It was a major Constitutional amendment, not a minor legal amendment.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled cunningly, “If you really admire our Democracy, even you can’t go against this major amendment in the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. You have to accept the entire Brahmāñīs who are Brahm Padminīs, yet were erroneously married to less worthy traditional Brāhmañs. They are your latest new Brahm Padminī wives, if you really respect our Democracy.”
She was smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said bitterly, “Almost sixty percent of the Brāhmañs are facing false criminal charges now through out the entire United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. They haven’t done any crime they are unjustifically charged with.”
“And most of them are represented by yourself,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “my own husband who doesn’t love me, only fucks me so that our Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog should not break.”
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said curtly, “I never knew you were so inhuman. You inherited more genes from your Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī perhaps, than from your ever respected Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī, His Excellency, Jamdagni Bhārgav.”
“Thank God,” Padminī Bhārgav smiled shrewdly, “if it’s really the case, how indebted I am to my Ammī, Her Excellency Dr. Al Tāhirah Al Kamāl. How enriched and how immensely developed her Al Tāhirah Creations are.”
“I would never let you punish the entire sixty percent innocent Brāhmañs of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, only because they had Brahm Padminī wives and either their Brahm Padminī wives don’t want to sacrifice their Satītv and Pātivratý to my genetically Bachhalyā lap, or their self respectful Brāhmañ husbands themselves.” I said, “Shame on you, Padminī Bhārgav. I am ashamed of you that you are my wife.”
“But how helpless you are, Durgesh, aren’t you?” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “you can’t even divorce me.”
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said curtly.
“Slap me,” she smiled.
“I have managed to change the Prosecuting District Attorney in the case of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. I’ve managed to remove my traitor friend Vibhā Trivédī. She is not prosecuting Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā any more.”
I looked at her incredulously.
“Barrister Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý is the new Prosecuting Authority of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, my dear husband.”
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