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

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 31

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

It was never an injustice to Brahm Padminīs.

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

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

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

She smiled again, and this time I saw it.

I grinned back.

We embraced.

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

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

Arundhatī Joshī and I didn’t really talk.

We just quietly recovered together.

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

We both climbed the stairs together.

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

It was dark.

It was quiet.

I brought her into my arms, and we embraced.

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

She could feel my strong arms wrap and cuddle her.

She eased back from me.

She had to go to her bedroom.

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

Our lips met and neither held back.

We kissed deeply.

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

We said goodnight.*

Arundhatī Joshī awoke groggily.

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

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

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

She felt sex there.

Was she dreaming?

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

She searched for her bearings.

As she thought and looked around, it hit her.

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

It was Vinod Sharmā.

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

Arundhatī Joshī fought the initial impulse to stop him.

Then, she worried inwardly for a response.

She was shocked and just speechless.

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

He stiffened and she knew instantly what this meant.

He climaxed intensely.

He had gotten off strongly, she concluded.

But, she found herself much less than thrilled.

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

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

Mostly though, there was a guilt.

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

Vinod Sharmā stroked at her hair.

“Wow. That was great.”

She didn’t move or speak.

His voice had been shaky before.

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

He had not acted as he intended.

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

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

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

He had thought her already aroused.

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

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

She just nodded back without words spoken.

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

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

Arundhatī Joshī was absolutely stunned.

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

He started breathing heavier and in moments he was snoring.

Arundhatī Joshī‘s mind started reeling.

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

Could he sense she was drifting away from him?

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

He never did that.

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

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

What a weekend.

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

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

She winced.

A couple of things she was certain about.

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

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

But just as clear to her was how she felt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I aroused her, thrilled her, and consumed her.

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

The feeling included intense desire.

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

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

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

She had not ever felt this way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her face glowed.

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

I kissed her deeply and passionately.

After some passionate deep kissing, she pulled back.

“Wait, wait.” She stopped me.

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

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

It didn’t slow me in the least.

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

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

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

I persisted.

I held my thick Bachhalyā erection in her face.

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

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

She dropped her view to my hand.

I was fully engorged and there at her face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“here.”

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

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

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

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

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

After a few more moments, the dynamic shifted.

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

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

We both knew she was getting more into it.

Much more into it.

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

Soon I was groaning continuously, and she was humming.

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

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

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

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

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

“WHAT THE FUCK?” “WH… .”

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

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

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

The sequence was deliberate and surreal.

Vinod Sharmā grabbed his head with both hands and screamed.

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

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

Suddenly, I moved toward the counter, too.

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

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

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

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

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

Then, he lay there motionless.

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

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

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

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

The authorities did inquire, and she told the truth.

Of course, it all made sense.

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

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

Everyone felt sympathy for her.

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

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

There was nothing asked about she and me.

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

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

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

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

There he saw his wife and me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her expression was one of exquisite pleasure.

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

Everyone was very supportive.

The entire time passed as a flash to Arundhatī Joshī.

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

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

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

Arundhatī Joshī did most of the talking.

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

I heard beneath her words a desperate coping of sorts.

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

She sat close to me and spoke quietly.

“No one meant for him to die. …”

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

I tried my best to assure her.

Neither of us had wanted this or even imagined this.

It was a horrible, horrible accident.

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

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

She looked at me directly and asked evenly,

“Why don’t you stay with me tonight?”

I looked a little surprised and even tentative.

“Um, I don’t know. Are you sure?”

She gave a couple of quick nods of her head.

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

She saw me there in bed, and she stopped.

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

I found myself very concerned.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m glad you want me here.”

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

“Yeah, sure.” My voice was low.

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

“Yeah, I am. I guess I’m still numb.”

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

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

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

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

I went to her face and kissed her fully.

I pulled her into a hug to my chest.

She hugged me back.

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

We ended up with her half over onto me.

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

“I love you, Durgesh.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“I love you, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just couldn’t help it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She closed her eyes briefly and then half opened them.

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

I nodded slowly and noticed her full lips staying parted.

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

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

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

She closed her eyes again and I watched her gulp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Two things.” She breathed the words.

My reply was fast. “Yes!”

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C’mon,” I urged her on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was astonished.

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

Arundhatī Joshī was riding me.

Her hips bucked at me hungrily.

I moaned at her exertion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We both panted and tried to catch our breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled.

“I loved it.”

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

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

“Know what?”

I grinned back.

“What’s that?”

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

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

She put her head back to my chest.

“I mean it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was quiet and still numb, it seemed.

She did muster one reaction though.

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

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

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

There were several details to cover.

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

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

Arundhatī Joshī was going to receive three million dollars.

There was only one condition however.

Arundhatī Joshī had to live in relationship with me.

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

That was what she herself was dying for.

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

Three million dollars and me.

Arundhatī Joshī never needed anything else.

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

Chapter 32

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 30

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

She drifted down to her knees.

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

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

Her fist worked around me and she stroked at me.

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

She glanced up.

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

“Yeah!” My response was quick and sure.

We both chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I narrowed my eyes and my brow tensed.

A sudden familiar sound startled us both.

The grinding sound of the garage door sliding open reverberated.

She flashed a panicked look at me.

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

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

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

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

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

“We have to stop.” I urged.

The kitchen door opened downstairs and swung closed.

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

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

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

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

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

My body contorted and a third spray released.

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

Her Joshī Brāhmañ lips were still around me.

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

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

I worked my jeans up and started fastening them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was stupid and wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

Not at all.

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

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

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

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

She felt jarring guilt.

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

Maybe she was going insane, she thought.

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

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

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

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

I had not been an unwitting victim, she believed.

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

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

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

She could never claim this ever again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, I juices only.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus, I was his friend.

He felt good speaking to me with assuredness.

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

I delighted in sharing this with me.

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

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

I smiled to my friend and nodded.

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

I was amazed.

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

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

One layer was a restlessness that contained an appetite.

This was a layer she didn’t want detected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a cute but desirous look as well.

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

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

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

It agitated her somewhat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This evening was no different.*

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

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

Everyone was also lost in his/her own thoughts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He saw the black teddy and grinned.

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

Vinod Sharmā chuckled.

He continued pulling himself into bed.

Arundhatī Joshī slipped under the covers beside him.

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

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

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

Arundhatī Joshī patted at her hair trying to seem unaffected.

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

Vinod Sharmā shifted in bed, effectively moving from her.

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

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

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

“I’m going downstairs for a drink.”

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

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

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

Just calm down, she told herself.

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

Arundhatī Joshī beamed right back at me.

She was very grateful for my reaction.

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

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

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

I answered, but it was completely lost on her.

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

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

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

I grinned appreciatively at her.

Arundhatī Joshī stood and walked to the kitchen.

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

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

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

Arundhatī Joshī stared longingly out the window.

Her thoughts jumped around.

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

She saw a younger woman that she wondered about.

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

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

Hadn’t she made a huge mistake?

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

Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā.

Was she just desperate?

Was she just starved?

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

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

It was just the truth.

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

An important need, she admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tension was palpable.

Here she was downstairs with me.

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

“What’s the score now?”

“I don’t care any more.”

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

I looked at her intensely.

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

“Because you’re in here.”

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

She pulled a long taste of her wine.

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

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

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

At first, she tried hard to act indifferent.

She seemed to resist showing any reaction.

This was what she should do.

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

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

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

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

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

She closed her eyes at my touch.

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

No conviction was behind the words.

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

Her belly felt on fire from me.

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

There was definitely a bulge down there, too.

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

I paused like I might stop.

She froze in place.

A moment passed where she seemed to think.

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

We both saw me smile in the reflection.

“You are such a beautiful woman.”

“I wish that was true.”

“Of course it’s true.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She sighed and whispered.

I continued to kiss and lick her shoulders.

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

I just tugged it apart.

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

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

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

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

Looking at her, I said more in her ear.

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

There was a muffled sound from her.

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

My hands moved again.

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

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

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

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

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

“AHHHHHHHH!” She exclaimed at my entry.

As if reflexively, she brought her hips backwards.

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

I pushed back at her and held.

“Oh, Durgesh!” She yelped at me.

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

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

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

I maneuvered her around and away from the counter.

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

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

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

Her hands went out by her sides and braced herself.

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

I saw no resistance from her at all.

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

She slumped in a sprawl right in front of me.

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

The next sound was a soft cry from her.

The gym shorts easily lowered to release my full erection.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was working at her and pushing. Vigorously.

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

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

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

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

Her body jerked about with each pump from me.

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

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

She had never been taken as thoroughly as this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her legs were spread lewdly.

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

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

She had to have looked ravished.

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

I had wildly fucked her.

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

Durgesh was always right.

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

It was an art.

And Durgesh was the only master of this art.

That’s why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.

Chapter 31

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

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 27

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

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

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

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

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

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

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

She liked especially when her friends noticed her choices, and she in turn appreciated theirs.

A couple of her friends were even very complimentary to her this year.

One had been so flattering as to compare her to the actress Anne Archer, and the way the actress had looked in a popular movie from years ago.

Arundhatī Joshī was guardedly aware of the comparison but didn’t say much about. She did take good care of herself, and she thought her bright eyes and full lips did accentuate whatever appeal she carried.

At 5’5″ and 120 pounds, she worked out regularly and ate carefully.

Arundhatī Joshī was proud she had maintained herself as she had.

This was regardless of whatever popular comparison was made of her to an actress.

A few minutes after nine o’clock, Arundhatī Joshī was near the front entrance of the clubhouse when she heard a newcomer being welcomed inside.

Her attention was piqued when she heard that deep, distinctive voice.

She’d recognize that voice anywhere, she knew.

She stepped quickly around a hall to the front entrance and then she let out a shriek.

“Heeyyyyyy!” She exclaimed upon seeing me.

My face brightened into a beaming smile, and I instantly embraced her.

“Hey, Arundhatī Joshī!” I answered as excitedly back to her as she had done with me. We hugged each other tightly, and those around us all smiled at our joy in seeing each other.

Arundhatī Joshī pulled back to look at me, and she talked of how I had already seemed to change.

We continued to hold onto each other as we quickly talked and started catching up.

After a few minutes, she took me by the arm.

Arundhatī Joshī ushered me on into the party and started showing me around.

Her first stop was with my friend, and while we may not have shown quite the excitement that Arundhatī Joshī and I had, it was still clear to her that Vinod Sharmā was glad to see me, their only friend in need.

Arundhatī Joshī slowly drifted back.

Shhe let me see others and mingle on my own.

She kept a watchful eye, as I easily roamed around seeing others just as effortlessly as she always managed.

She of course attributed that to herself and not to my more socially stunted and reserved friend, Vinod Sharmā.

Arundhatī Joshī also, for probably the first time, took notice of just what a man I was.

I clearly seemed more mature and more grown than she could ever remember seeing before.

I stood up straight and tall, always an imposing figure to her.

I had kept lean and athletic, and I was certainly handsome, making Arundhatī Joshī reassured that I was popular with the girls back at everywhere.

A friend of Arundhatī Joshī‘s ambled beside her and also looked over to me.

“Wow, Arundhatī Joshī. He’s really utmost handsome still at his Sixty Six even, you know?”

Arundhatī Joshī couldn’t get out a spoken response, and the truth was that she was probably a little oft put by having a friend of hers make such an adult comment about her husband’s friend.

Arundhatī Joshī just shrugged, but the friend offered more.

“I mean, he’s really the stud they claim.”

Arundhatī Joshī paused as the friend added something Arundhatī Joshī would have never expected to hear. “Just look at the arms and hands on him.”

Arundhatī Joshī half-turned to her friend and playfully slapped at her.

“Ahh!”

Arundhatī Joshī gasped at the remark and they both snickered.

But as Arundhatī Joshī turned her attention back to me, she did exactly as the friend had suggested and she took in my arms and hands.

They appeared strong even at my Sixty Six and noticeably so.

Arundhatī Joshī mentally examined my hands and she felt a queasiness inside, as it registered with her that her friend had perceived correctly.

My hands did look more handsome than normal.

She turned back to her friend and she wondered if her friend had watched her eye me.

They just chuckled to one another, and they went for another drink.

Arundhatī Joshī didn’t know if the wandering observation meant she needed more to drink or whether it signaled she should stop.

It took but an instant for her to conclude that it meant for her to have another one.

As the evening wore on, she enjoyed her friends and neighbors, and she kept her glass refilled.

She felt such an excitement and happiness that she also replenished her husband’s glass as well.

She knew she was getting buzzed, but she also knew this was one of the few parties she really let herself relax at.

Besides, we were just a short walk from home.

During the party, she kept an eye on her husband, and she tried to see for herself just how much I actually did socialize.

She found herself regretting that he didn’t seem to try harder socially.

She believed that he would get more out of things like this party if he just put more effort into it.

Much to her tipsied surprise, she also found herself keeping an eye on me.

She liked how I did make the effort, and she was sure that I and she were so very alike at how we were both so social.

More than once, she found herself just watching me.

A couple of times, I caught her watching me, too.

I would just smile over at her and give some gesture.

Whether a small wave or a knowing nod, I never failed to acknowledge her.

Arundhatī Joshī felt an unusual mix of pride in me, together with a new-found appreciation for what an impressive ever young man I had become.

She wondered if I must have overnight reached this age where I was such a man.

She partially understood her take of me was influenced by the alcohol, and she warned herself to slow it down.

Arundhatī Joshī made her way carefully to the kitchen, and she poured the remaining drink she had into the sink.

She went to rest against the counter when she was pleasantly surprised by me moving right up next to her.

“Hey lady,” I smiled to her as if we shared a secret and she found herself feeling charmed by me. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

I openly laughed, and she did, too.

Arundhatī Joshī felt herself practically blushing and she let herself imagine I was almost flirting with her.

“Well, unfortunately, yes. I have.”

We laughed more at her playing along, and she shook her head at me.

She was definitely feeling the lightness from the wine when one of the guests in the kitchen chuckled and pointed towards her.

The few guests in the kitchen looked above Arundhatī Joshī‘s head and looked back down at her again, all of them smiling at what they’d seen.

Arundhatī Joshī was perplexed at first, and she looked overhead to see what they were looking at.

She found herself looking right up at a twig of mistletoe.

She looked back down and then over next to her.

She looked up at me, and when I grinned back at her, she just kept looking up to me.

Without really thinking why, she knew she was looking at me too long.

She was sure she was confounding me by putting me on the spot with herself under the mistletoe, but I surprised her right back.

It was like I didn’t miss a beat in answering her gesture of looking to me when I moved to her and took Arundhatī Joshī into my own arms.

To her shock, I brought my face to hers and I kissed Arundhatī Joshī directly on her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ lips.

I let it linger briefly, and she heard a couple of people reacting with ‘ahhhs’.

As soon as I pulled back, Arundhatī Joshī decided she wouldn’t be outdone.

Arundhatī Joshī reached up herself now and brought my face down, and as she did, she planted a full Joshī Brāhmañ female kiss directly on my own Bachhalyā male lips.

This time Arundhatī Joshī lingered and she was surprised when I didn’t pull right away.

Was it romance?

Was Arundhatī Joshī in love with me, her husband’s friend?

When I did break our connection, Arundhatī Joshī felt an exuberant rush she didn’t expect.

She pulled my face back, and gave another quick kiss.

This seemed to challenge me, and amid some audible reactions from the guests who were watching, I kissed her right back and a bit more urgently.

This time Arundhatī Joshī thought of my Bachhalyā male lips on hers, she thought of my seemingly upping the ante, and Arundhatī Joshī decided to do the same.

Arundhatī Joshī slightly opened her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth and she let her tongue dart forward.

My tongue was there and urgent itself, and it was the sounds of louder reactions from the other guests that finally prompted Arundhatī Joshī to release me.

We both laughed.

She knew her face was flush with the craziness of what had happened.

The other guests were buzzing in the background, but all she could do was look at me and quietly shake her head in amazement.

I smiled broadly.

Arundhatī Joshī took a long, confident pull on her drink.

She could only stare at me openly and feel a giddiness.

Without saying anything more, Arundhatī Joshī headed over to the hallway.

She was still dazed as she made her way to the stairs and headed to a bathroom.

I had certainly surprised her.

She figured she had surprised me, too.

Arundhatī Joshī was still feeling a lightness from her kisses with me, as she freshened herself in the upstairs bathroom before coming out.

She checked her hair and make-up in the mirror, and she was pleasantly amused when she realized she had to re-apply her lipstick.

She was incredulous that she was using more lipstick because of kissing me.

She chuckled to herself as she carefully dabbed at her full lips with the red gloss.

When she was contented with her composed look once more, she opened the door and started back out to the party.

As she got into the hall she flinched as she came directly in front of me.

I was standing right in front of her and grinning down at her.

She started grinning right back, and she drew a sharp intake of breath when I took her by the arm and pulled her into an adjoining room.

I closed the door behind us where we were then alone.

She felt shock as I was once again bringing my face to hers, and she shocked herself when she decided to just go with what I did.

I was kissing her again, and this time it was I who was opening my mouth to hers.

My tongue entered her mouth and wrestled with hers, and she started pulling back from me, only to feel me stay on her mouth. She felt herself relent to my kiss.

She felt the same giddiness she had started to feel in the kitchen only this time it was intensified.

The feel of me and the complete surprise of it caused her to stand there and just receive my forceful, full kiss.

She brought a hand to my chest and she was about to press it to my chest when I took her hand.

She felt my mouth move fervently on her own, and she thought I was about to break the kiss since she’d brought her hand up. Instead, she felt me move her hand.

I brought it down, and in a one smooth motion it went right on top of my Bachhalyā crotch.

Arundhatī Joshī immediately tensed and she shrieked into my mouth.

She pulled at her hand to bring it away, but I kept it pressed to me.

My tongue worked about in her mouth, and she felt herself instinctively react.

Arundhatī Joshī had felt my Bachhalyā hardness in her Joshī Brāhmañ hand, and when she couldn’t remove her hand, she’d done something else instead.

Arundhatī Joshī squeezed at me there and held it, deliberately now, entirely unashamed of herself.

Hey Bhagvān! God, Arundhatī Joshī never knew she loved me as her man so much.

She never knew.

She never knew.

Yet the proof was there.

The realization of my Bachhalyā  length and thickness overwhelmed her and Arundhatī Joshī let herself move her hand up and down me as if to be sure she was feeling what she was feeling.

She then felt my hand go quickly up under her dress and between her legs.

Complete shock hit her as she felt my Bachhalyā male palm cup her Joshī Brāhmañ mound.

She absolutely could not believe I had my hand on her panties and was feeling her there.

As if the reality came in a jolt, she knew to stop.

“No,” she snapped, “no.” She yanked my hand from between her legs.

She looked to me and my face looked intense where I was clearly aroused and focused on her.

She smiled and shook her head.

I managed a smirk back.

She pushed to my side and escaped out the door, looking back over her shoulder to me as she moved away.

She wished she hadn’t been grinning as she was, but she couldn’t help it.

I grinned back as I watched her drift off to other females at the party.*

It wasn’t much longer before the three of us left the clubhouse and walked the couple of blocks home.

We arrived home.

It was as if Vinod Sharmā couldn’t wait to make it upstairs and collapse onto the bed.

Arundhatī Joshī noticed me stealing glances her way repeatedly, no doubt emboldened by what had happened between us.

Arundhatī Joshī felt a strange fascination with the feelings between us and with my Bachhalyā male forwardness, but she made herself be the responsible one and not permit it to go further.

As Vinod Sharmā started climbing the stairs, I looked at her once again as she went to follow Vinod Sharmā to bed.

She looked back at me, and there was a conspiratorial smile between Arundhatī Joshī and me.

When she kept going up the stairs to follow Vinod Sharmā to bed, I fell along behind them to climb up the stairs.

The three of us marched up the stairs.

Arundhatī Joshī felt an uneasy vulnerability knowing I was behind her and no doubt looking up at her excellent exquisite young Joshī Brāhmañ rear as she stepped.

She looked over her shoulder down at me, and sure enough my eyes had been glued to her Joshī Brāhmañ bottom.

We got upstairs.

Vinod Sharmā and Arundhatī Joshī started in one direction with me going the other.

We said our good nights.

Arundhatī Joshī again looked to a grinning me and shook her head as if in disbelief.

I kept her look as she went into the bedroom with Vinod Sharmā.

Arundhatī Joshī hadn’t yet started to undress and she felt compelled to say something to me.

She wasn’t sure what exactly, but as she gave Vinod Sharmā time to undress and ready himself for bed, she decided to go and speak to me.

Vinod Sharmā was falling into bed and into a certain stupor when she told him she’d be right back.

She mentally gathered herself to comfort me and tried to compose her thoughts as she went down the hallway.

A mix of feelings swirled within her, as she knew she had to be the authoritative voice of reason, but yet she was also still enjoying the playful side of whatever was going on.

She got to my bedroom door and she took a deep breath.

Usually, she might knock first, but she decided just to let herself in.

She quietly pushed the door open and slipped just inside.

She closed it back, but she didn’t move further, staying where she was leaning back against the door.

When she entered, I turned to her from where I was across the room.

We both froze and stared at each other.

I was in a t-shirt and boxers, and she managed to stay focused on my face.

“Hey.” She said meekly, when she had intended to come across as authoritative.

“Hey,” I responded and my voice sounded deep and rich to her.

Her mouth parted to say something, but at first no words came.

She instantly knew she’d made a mistake.

She surprised even herself at feeling so disinclined to act firmly with me.

“Um, I’m not sure what happened back there,” she started but I interrupted her, sounding clearly more certain than her.

“You’re not?” I sounded disbelieving her.

I crossed my arms and leaned back Imyself this time, using a desk in my room to prop against.

“No, um,” she hated sounding so unsteady as she heard her words come slowly.

Then, against better judgment, she let her eyes look downward and we surveyed my barely clad body.

Her eyes noted the thin boxers I had on, and there was a large, considerable lump in the middle of them.

She looked quickly back up to my face, but I was grinning appreciatively at her apparent interest.

She shook her head and tried to change her tone.

“I was out of line tonight. …”

“It was both of us who felt what we did.”

“Well, we shouldn’t have done that.” She sounded a bit more firm and resolved, she figured.

I seemed to relax my stance just a bit, as my arms unfolded and I simply put them at my sides.

I softened the look on my face and spoke as if to reassure her.

“It’s okay. Really it is. We were both into it, you know?”

Arundhatī Joshī stood more forward and the concern now came through in her voice.

Durgesh, no. No, it’s not okay. For goodness sake, I’m your friend’s wife. And… I’m married after all.”

She immediately regretted she’d added such an obvious fact, but she was feeling shaken by my attitude about this.

I leaned just forward, too.

I looked at her caringly and spoke softly as if trying to calm her. “Hey, we are both adults. And… .”

I paused and we both were aware she hung on my words for my thought.

I continued in a slightly more hushed tone.

“And we both liked it.” I grinned.

She closed her eyes at my saying that aloud, and then looked back at me and replied.

“Well, we got carried away with all the alcohol and all. But nothing like that can happen again.” She said it in a gentle way and with a slight smile, and she started opening the door to leave.

She had the door ajar, but had yet to leave, when my movement gave her pause.

She looked to me, and I was stripping my t-shirt away.

I let it slip to the floor and then I stood straight, facing directly at her.

Chapter 28

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 26

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 26

Durgesh Lajjā Mukherjī

Durgesh Sudhā Pandyā

Durgesh Smr’ti Kulkarñī

Durgesh Ābhā Upādhyāý

There were lots of crazy parties with women who wanted to have sex with me.

I hooked up with a bunch of them.

I’m not dating anybody seriously.

I really just wanted to concentrate on getting good women.

Although, I loved going to frat parties and certainly enjoyed loose women.

I was going to be spending the summer with my friend and his wife in Florida for the summer.

I was really looking forward to sleeping late, hanging by the pool, long soaks in the hot tub, and fun in the sun at the beach.

I didn’t plan on doing anything other than those things.

My friend would be out of town for the first month that I’ll be home.

He was doing volunteer work in Africa.

My friend was a wealthy man.

He owned ten car dealerships here in Florida.

He didn’t really work much these days.

He was more of a philanthropist.

He had always wanted to do work in Africa.

They were building a new hospital and he wanted to be involved with it.

He did say he’d make it up to me when he gets home.

Of course, Lajjā Mukherjī, his wife, would be home.

Lajjā Mukherjī was my friend’s little princess.

She didn’t do a damn thing.

I guess with her body and her looks she really didn’t have to do much.

I guess she was a trophy wife.

I wouldn’t mind having her on my arm.

She was a knockout.

Lajjā Mukherjī was thirty years old and my friend was sixty.

He really gets a kick out of her.

He treated her like his little prized Barbie doll.

I think he really gets off by it.

He bought her anything she wanted and even plastic surgery if she wanted that too.

I knew he had her breasts done, not sure she had any other work.

I often wonder if she cheated on my friend.

I didn’t know if she would.

She had a really wonderful life and I was sure she’d never want to fuck that up.

All she had to do is just look good.

She didn’t clean or cook.

He has people to do that for them.

She just had to always look like an absolute doll.

He must fuck her a lot.

I bet he popped Viagra all damn day to keep up with her.

I haven’t seen her since last summer, but Lajjā Mukherjī really makes my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund hard.

She had a hard Mukherjī Brāhmañ body.

She was very fit and always going to yoga classes.

Lajjā Mukherjī was 5’8″ and she had long blond hair, which she always put in an elastic band.

She had blue eyes and the longest legs.

Her breast implants were about a 38D.

My friend loved for her to wear very skimpy clothing.

My pants always get a little tight when looking at her body.

Lajjā Mukherjī was quite the flirt and loved to get a reaction out of people.

She loved me to want her.

It’s a whole little act that she does.

I really didn’t know if she’d really want to cheat, but I guess if my friend wasn’t around she might.

I guess time would tell.

I just arrived at the airport.

I walked over to the check-in desk and showed them my boarding pass and my airline ticket.

I checked my luggage and then proceeded to the security area.

After I was cleared, I then went to a coffee shop in the airport and bought a coffee and a magazine for the trip.

As I was waiting for the announcement to board our plane, I had noticed a lot of attractive women who were traveling alone.

Some of them were dressed to kill and I was hoping that I’d be lucky enough to sit next to one of them.

After about an hour, they finally made the announcement to board the plane.

All the passengers started to walk onto the plane.

Once inside the plane, I went to the overhead compartment and put my bag up inside the storage area.

My seat was by the window. I sat down and got myself comfortable.

I was pretty excited, one of the attracting looking babes sat down next to me.

She was really hot.

She had on a very short black dress.

She had enormous tits.

She was a blonde with blue eyes and she was really leggy.

She was really in great shape.

I knew this would be a fun trip.

I was already starting to get hard in my jeans.

It wasn’t a terribly crowded flight.

Thankfully, nobody else sat in the row.

It was just her and myself.

“Hey, I am Sudhā Pandyā.”

“Nice to meet you. I am Durgesh.”

“I am so glad to sit next to a hunk.”

“I am glad to be sitting next to a goddess.”

“You’re very sweet. I like you.”

We giggled and we put on our seat belts.

The stewardesses went over the safety instructions and then we were getting ready to take off.

The plane then got up into the air without any problems.

The stewardesses started to come around with the drink carts.

We were in the middle of the plane.

Sudhā Pandyā‘s dress was too tight.

I was able to get a really good look at her Pandyā Brāhmañ cleavage.

She had huge breasts.

I’d say she was 38D, kind of like Lajjā Mukherjī.

I was really hoping to have some fun with this babe in the air.

I was definitely wanting to fuck her and be part of the mile high club.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nobody steady. I go to college at the University of Alaska as an honorary Professor of Psychology. I was going to be staying at my friend’s for the summer.”

“That sounds lovely. I also go to the University of Alaska. I’ve never seen you there. In the fall, it’ll be my last year. I probably would continue and get my master’s degree. Nowadays, it seems you need to have that type of a degree.”

“I just finished up teaching my first year. We’ll have to exchange numbers so we can go out sometime. I’d love to see you again.”

“That would be really great. It’s nice to have interesting and gorgeous friends.”

Sudhā Pandyā put her hands on my thigh and she whispered into my ear.

“You’re really hot. I am so horny. Do you want to have some fun?”

I smiled at her with a wicked grin.

It was almost like she was reading my mind.

With that, she stood up and got a blanket out of the compartment storage.

She sat down and moved her dress up.

She wasn’t wearing any panties.

She spread her legs and put the blanket over her lap.

I then put my hand under the blanket and played with her clean shaved Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot.

She was one slutty bitch.

I rubbed her Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot and pushed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her.

I fucked her.

Sudhā Pandyā was so wet.

I was so horny and needed to fuck her.

She was smiling when I played with her Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot.

She was moaning softly.

I could see her erect nipples showing through her dress.

She obviously was not wearing a bra.

I whispered in her ear.

“Go into the bathroom. I am going to fuck you. I’ll follow you in.”

“Thanks,” Sudhā Pandyā too whispered in my ear.

I groaned.

Sudhā Pandyā was a modern Brāhmañ girl.

Infinite BrāhmKalp had made even the Brāhmañ girls so ravenous for sex with me.

No Brahmkanyā or Brahmāñī could have sex with a Brāhmañ even now.

It was dangerous to her future.

The safe bet was only to have sex with me.

Sudhā Pandyā didn’t want to lose this golden chance.

She deliberately did it.

She had put detectives on me.

As soon as Sudhā Pandyā was informed that I was on the plane she successfully managed her seat beside me.

No more Brāhmañ husband.

Sudhā Pandyā had now enough of it.

She loved Manohar Pāŧhak, a brilliant Brāhmañ young man.

He suddenly found himself suffering from his false arrest.

“The Bachhalyās have framed Manohar, Dad,” Sudhā Pandyā claimed, “Only because I love him.”

Barrister Kamal Nayan Pandyā looked at his daughter curtly.

“Leave him, Sudhā. Let Manohar live. The sooner you leave Manohar, the sooner he would come out of jail.”

“I love him.” Sudhā Pandyā protested.

“You are ruining Manohar, and yourself too.”

“I hate Bachhalyās.” Sudhā Pandyā was all tears in her immense helplessness.

“In this Infinite BrāhmKalp, the System is allowing only a Bachhalyā husband for Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even, only a Hindu husband for beautiful Musalmān houseladies etcetera.”

“I don’t believe it.” Sudhā Pandyā shouted, “The Bachhalyās are managing it. They are the ever shrewdest politicians in the entire history of humankind.”

Barrister Kamal Nayan Pandyā said sternly.

“You are killing Manohar Pāŧhak. He has already been sentenced to death penalty.”

Sudhā Pandyā surrendered.

She refused to marry Manohar Pāŧhak.

Within a week Manohar Pāŧhak was out of jail and the real culprit was apprehended.

Prem Prakāsh Chaturvedī was the second young man in Sudhā Pandyā’s life.

He suddenly found himself suffering from nonstop negative circumstances.

Sudhā Pandyā left him too.

Prem Prakāsh Chaturvedī married her friend, Shakīlah Sultān, and gone abroad.

I was Sudhā Pandyā’s third effort.

She then pulled her dress down and walked into the bathroom.

I shortly followed her and she let me in.

Once inside of the very small bathroom, we kissed deep and passionately.

Our tongues danced in each other’s mouth.

She took off her dress, I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet.

She put my cock at the entrance to her cunt and eased down on my cock.

Her cunt was so fucking wet.

I put my hands around her enormous tits and held them in my hands.

I squeezed them together and played with her hard nipples.

She put her hands on her knees and fucked my cock.

Her pussy felt so fucking good.

I bucked up inside her pussy.

I was loving her tight Pandyā Brāhmañ cunt.

“Hey Bhagvān! Oh God. I was so horny. You have the best cock. Come inside of me.” Sudhā Pandyā invited me.

I was fucking her fast.

I knew we didn’t have much time.

I let out a little moan and came inside of her wet Pandyā Brāhmañ snatch.

She then stood up and wiped the come with some toilet paper.

We kissed deep and passionately and I helped her put her dress back on.

I pulled my pants back up and she walked back to her seat.

I took a piss and then met her back on our seats.

I sat down and she had the biggest smile on her face.

“That was so hot. You have an amazing Bachhalyā cock. Thank you.”

“No problem. You’re a hot little fuck aren’t you? Do you do this a lot?”

“That was my first time. I always wanted to have sex in a plane. Thanks.”

“I had a blast. You’re one sexy babe. Hot Damn!”

I was pretty happy that we had fucked.

We exchanged numbers and agreed we’d get together once we were back.

She was just going to be visiting Florida for a few days and then she’d be back on a plane to New York for the summer.

She had gotten an internship at some fashion company.

We eventually landed and got off the plane and went through security.

I went to baggage claim to collect my bags.

I then saw Lajjā Mukherjī.

I couldn’t believe what she was wearing.

She looked so fucking hot.

She had on this little denim skirt, with a red tube top, and heels.

Her nipples were poking out of her tube top.

Durgesh, over here!”

“Hey, Lajjā Mukherjī? How are you doing?”

I gave Lajjā Mukherjī  a hug and a kiss.

She of course felt my erection in my jeans.

I just knew this was going to be an interesting day.

“You look great. You’ve really filled out. You must have been hitting the gym at college. You’ve turned into quite a handsome and strapping ever young man.”

“Lajjā Mukherjī, you’re not much older.”

We both giggled.

I was thinking she was the hottest wife on the planet.

She really could be my girlfriend.

My friend was one lucky guy.

“Let’s go home. I have a limo waiting for us.”

We walked out and got into the limo.

Lajjā Mukherjī looked amazing.

I was feeling really good since I just fucked Sudhā Pandyā in the bathroom.

But, looking at Lajjā Mukherjī was making me feel horny again.

“How is college going?”

“It was a great year.”

“That’s excellent. Your friend would be very pleased.” Lajjā Mukherjī smiled, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nobody serious. Just lots of girls wanting to hook up. I was happy.”

“I bet you’re happy.”

“You look great, Lajjā Mukherjī.”

“Thanks sweetie.”

“Do you want some champagne? Open the bottle. Let’s celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?”

“Summer, darling.”

I popped the champagne and poured Lajjā Mukherjī a flute of it.

“To a wonderful summer.”

We clicked glasses and she drank the bubbly champagne.

She had about three glasses.

I saw that Lajjā Mukherjī had shut her eyes.

I was just glancing over her hot body.

She really was one hot piece of Mukherjī Brāhmañ ass.

Eventually, we got home.

I followed Lajjā Mukherjī into the house.

“I was going to unpack and then take a shower. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“I called some of my friends to come over and take a swim. I think you’ll like them. See you later. Come down and hang out with us by the pool.”

I went upstairs and unpacked.

I then went into the shower.

While I was in there, I was thinking about Lajjā Mukherjī.

I continued washing my body and then I got out of the shower.

I wrapped a fluffy towel around myself and put my swimming trunks on.

I went downstairs and went outside.

Lajjā Mukherjī and her two friends were hanging out in the hot tub.

They were drinking and laughing and having a great time.

The sun was shining it was a rather warm day.

Durgesh, come over here. Let me introduce you to my friends.” Lajjā Mukherjī said, “Durgesh, this is Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý. This is Durgesh.”

“Nice to meet you ladies.”

“You didn’t tell us how gorgeous he is.”

“I haven’t seen him in a while. He was very tasty looking.”

“Why didn’t you sit in the tub with us?”

“You must take your bathing suit off. We’re all naked in here.”

I took my bathing suit off and got into the water.

I was pretty stoked that I was in a hot tub with three gorgeous young ladies.

I sat next to Lajjā Mukherjī and she immediately put her hand on my Bachhalyā cock.

She was stroking me.

One of her friends was on the other side and she was playing with my balls.

It didn’t take any time whatsoever for me to get hard.

I had a raging hard on.

Now I just needed to get fucked.

Any of them would do.

“You know we could really have some fun today, Durgesh. Your friend lets me have sex when he is out of town. Usually with my girlfriends. We just won’t tell him that you and I are having sex. We’re not related anyhow. I have always wanted to have sex with you.”

“I am totally for it. Let’s do it. I won’t tell my friend a damn thing.”

“We can all fuck him, Lajjā Mukherjī. Let’s all ride his Bachhalyā cock and then we can bring him into the house and have some fun.”

“Do you want to fuck us, Durgesh?”

“Fuck yes. I’ll fuck you all. Hop on my Bachhalyā cock. Who wanted to be first?”

Lajjā Mukherjī hopped up on me in the hot tub.

She put her legs on either side of mine.

She guided my Bachhalyā cock into her Mukherjī Brāhmañ pussy.

She made sure to get it all inside of her and then started to rock and move over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I put my hands all over her enormous Mukherjī Brāhmañ breasts and we shared a deep and passionate kiss.

Her other two Brāhmañ friends were making out with each other, while I was fucking Lajjā Mukherjī.

Lajjā Mukherjī’s Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot felt really nice around  my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She was really tight.

I started to buck up inside of her.

“Oh Durgesh, your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feels so good. Oh God. You’re so big. Oh fuck.”

Lajjā Mukherjī was slapping her Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot up and down over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I was squeezing on her erect Brāhmañ nipples, while we were fucking.

“Let us too fuck him.”

“You can fuck him later. He is mine right now.”

Lajjā Mukherjī’s young Brāhmañ body felt so good on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I was fucking her deep and hard.

I could feel her Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot clamping down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

“I am going to come. Oh fuck. I am coming.”

I came in Lajjā Mukherjī‘s Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot.

We kissed deep and passionately and then she hopped off me.

“Let’s take Durgesh inside. We can all suck his cock and he can lick our pussies.”

Lajjā Mukherjī laughed.

“Smr’ti Kulkarñī, Ābhā Upādhyāý, you both are damnfools. You only dream of Durgesh. You don’t know anything about him.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý looked at each other.

Then Smr’ti Kulkarñī asked.

“What do you mean?”

“We can suck Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  as much as we want. But Durgesh would never lick our pussies.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý was furious.

“Why not? We are Brāhmañ girls. We are the most cleanest of all of women.”

“Yet most coldest too.” Lajjā Mukherjī said, “Almost all of our Brāhmañ mankind is crazy to have beautiful Musalmān houseladies as their sex partners.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý looked at Smr’ti Kulkarñī.

“Our traditional Brāhmañ society is the most sexless society of all.” Smr’ti Kulkarñī accepted, “It’s the only society that despises sex as much as it crowns Celibacy in the name of Brahmcharý.”

I smiled.

“‘Brahmcharyéñ kanyā yuvānam vindaté patim’, what does it mean then?”

Lajjā Mukherjī smiled.

“That’s the problem. Traditional Brāhmañs don’t have any Vedic background for what they are doing now.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī watched Lajjā Mukherjī angrily.

“Are you changing your denomination now? You are talking as if you already belong to Durgesh’s Saur Sampradāý, instead of our Brāhm Sampradāý.”

Lajjā Mukherjī smiled.

“I’m a COMMUNIST. Most of us Bengalese Brāhmañs are Communists. Brāhmañism is actually out of date now.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī said curtly.

“Are you ashamed of yourself that you are a Brāhmañ, Lajjā Mukherjī?”

“What’s there to be proud of? Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī herself announced we Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs both need a Bachhalyā husband. She rejected a Brāhmañ husband outright for us Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even. They are most unreliable for us. They can surrender to Celibacy anytime. They can choose to Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat and opt for severities for Muslimāt. That’s what this damn Infinite BrāhmKalp is.”

We all got out of the hot tub.

Lajjā Mukherjī’s friends were all knock outs.

They all were blondes and all had implants.

I’d say they all had 38D tits.

They were all thin with blue eyes and bodies to die for.

I was pretty excited that these traditional Brāhmañ bitches were going to suck on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund now.

I have a seven inch cock. I keep my cock and balls shaved. Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý held my hand and I followed Lajjā Mukherjī into the house.

We went upstairs to her bedroom.

I kind of felt funny to be in my friend’s bedroom with his slutty Communist Brāhmañ wife and her two friends. But, that thought left my mind quickly.

“I’ll ride his face and you traditional Brāhmañ girls can suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. I want to feel my husband’s Bachhalyā friend’s Bachhalyā male lips on my Communist traditional Brāhmañ snatch.”

I got comfortable on the bed.

Lajjā Mukherjī stood up on either side of my head and squatted down.

I kissed her Communist traditional Brāhmañ Choot.

She had the prettiest cunt ever.

I had already fucked her immensely.
“Oh God. Durgesh, Your Bachhalyā male lips feel amazing on my Communist traditional Brāhmañ Choot. Fucking hell.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý and Smr’ti Kulkarñī got busy on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Each traditional Brāhmañ young lady sucked on one of my balls.

They both were on either side of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. Smr’ti Kulkarñī kissed and licked my Bachhalyā shaft on the left and Ābhā Upādhyāý did the same on the right side.

Ābhā Upādhyāý put my Bachhalyā mushroom head into her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ mouth and started to suck it.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī was holding my one ball and sucking the other one.

It felt like heaven.

“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund tastes so good.”

“Let me suck him now.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý took my cock out of her mouth and then Smr’ti Kulkarñī started to suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She brought her Kulkarñī Mahñrāshŧrian Brāhmañ mouth all the way down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  and then all the way back up.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī really did the most amazing blow jobs.

She worked her Deshasth Brāhmañ mouth up and down fast over my long ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Ābhā Upādhyāý was sucking on both of my Bachhalyā balls.

“I want to fuck Durgesh now. Lajjā Mukherjī, let Smr’ti Kulkarñī ride his face.” Ābhā Upādhyāý announced boldly.

Ābhā Upādhyāý then got on top of me.

She herself guided my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her wet Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

She rocked and moved on my stiff ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. Smr’ti Kulkarñī hoped up on my face and I kissed and loved her beautiful Deshasth Brāhmañ Choot.

Ābhā Upādhyāý was fucking me really good.

Her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot felt really nice around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Lajjā Mukherjī then pulled out my cock.

She rubbed some lube on Ābhā Upādhyāý’s Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass and slid my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass.

Now I was fucking Ābhā Upādhyāý’s beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

“Oh Lajjā Mukherjī that feels so good. Oh fuck!” Ābhā Upādhyāý closed her beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ eyes.

“You have the tightest little traditional Brāhmañ ass. Do you like me fucking you there?” I kissed Ābhā Upādhyāý.

“Oh yes, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ,  Bachhalyā Piyā. Fuck my Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass.”

Lajjā Mukherjī held Ābhā Upādhyāý’s ass and I fucked her.

Then I started to buck up inside of her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

Ābhā Upādhyāý started to orgasm around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and then I blew my load in her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

“Well that was lots of fun.”

“Fucking yes. It was a ball.”

I think we’re going to have an amazing summer. I think you’ll be our permanent boy toy now.

“How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a dream. I’d love to fuck you beautiful traditional Brāhmañ ladies whenever you want. I was sure it’ll be an awesome summer. Hell, I’ll feel like Charlie and his angels. Remember that silly show?”

We all giggled.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý got dressed and left.

Lajjā Mukherjī went to take a shower and got ready for bed.

I went to my room, watched some television and eventually fell asleep.

I dreamed of not the beautiful Musalmān houseladies I fuck usually, all the beautiful traditional Brāhmañ young women instead I fucked today.

Chapter 27

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 25

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 25

Durgesh Urmi Upādhyāý

Durgesh Supriyā Bhārgav

Coasting to a stop in front of the house, Nishikānt Joshī was surprised to see his wife’s Green Mercedes parked in the driveway.

Urmi Upādhyāý had found work as a teller in a branch office of a big downtown bank a couple of years ago.

She was a hard worker and had already received a number of pay raises.

The hours were okay. Urmi Upādhyāý only had to work half-days on Saturday, and even that only one in four weekends.

This Saturday wasn’t on her schedule, though, and today wasn’t her day off even if it had been.

Nishikānt Joshī didn’t know why Urmi Upādhyāý was home.

It concerned him because it was so out of character for her.

He walked quickly around the side of the house and in through the kitchen door.

The door hinges were well lubricated.

After all, Nishikānt Joshī was a building contractor.

It was a matter of professional pride to make sure small repairs around the house were taken care of immediately.

Everything was well maintained.

He liked things that way.

He hated squeaks, drawers that didn’t open, windows that didn’t close right…things like that drove Nishikānt Joshī crazy.

Neither the screen door nor the kitchen door itself made any perceptible noise when Nishikānt Joshī opened them.

The couple he could see through the doorway into the living room ostensibly wouldn’t have heard Nishikānt Joshī anyway.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I were too involved with each other.

Nishikānt Joshī froze in his tracks when he saw Urmi Upādhyāý and me.

He’d never contemplated seeing his wife in my arms,  even kissing me.

And he’d surely never thought to see me cupping Urmi Upādhyāý’s bare right breast and working the nipple to a dark red erection with a rapidly moving thumb.

Urmi Upādhyāý was naked to the waist.

Nishikānt Joshī saw her blouse and bra draped across the couch just beyond her.

Her skirt was hiked up past the crotch of her pantyhose and Nishikānt Joshī could see my other hand on her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ sex.

My body hid Urmi Upādhyāý‘s hands, but her upper right arm and elbow were quite visible.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I were moving rhythmically back and forth.

There was no doubt her hand was on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and giving me a slow hand job.

Her partial nakedness said the hand job was only a preliminary.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, Urmi Upādhyāý,” I said hoarsely, “I’ve waited so long for today. Don’t tease me, okay?” My voice turned more than a little plaintive right at the last.

Urmi Upādhyāý giggled delightedly.

“Have you, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā?” she replied in a light, coquettish tone.

She was playing with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She brought her hand up to my chest and ground her lower body against mine.

“Was it worth the wait?” she asked seductively.

A red-hot fury engulfed Nishikānt Joshī.

He didn’t think; he couldn’t.

He could only react.

One moment he was frozen in shock.

With his next heartbeat, he was moving swiftly forward, striding purposefully through the kitchen and partway into the living room.

Planting his left foot solidly on the carpet, he brought his right one up in a tight arc that ended in my crotch.

At the last moment, I sensed something behind me…a whisper of Nishikānt Joshī’s shoes on the carpet perhaps, or his looming presence.

Without thinking, I moved away from a threat I had not yet properly identified and into closer contact with Urmi Upādhyāý. That was unfortunate for the woman.

She probably wouldn’t have been hurt if I’d kept still.

The instep of Urmi Upādhyāý’s heavy ladies shoe smashed into the Nishikānt Joshī’s testicles and drove his whole body forward and up.

Urmi Upādhyāý was a strong woman and she’d had a few steps to build up momentum.

It was only the steel-reinforced tip of the boot that slammed into Nishikānt Joshī’s butt but it was more than enough.

Sensitive nerve endings fired instantly, sending simultaneous pain signals to Nishikānt Joshī’s badly confused brain.

For a long moment Nishikānt Joshī didn’t have any breath to scream.

It had been driven from his body by the sudden intense pain in Nishikānt Joshī’s abdomen.

Nishikānt Joshī stumbled against the sofa and clung to it for an instant.

Urmi Upādhyāý had time to set her right foot back down on the floor and ready herself to deliver more punishment.

Her normally pleasant features were twisted into a rictus of tormented rage.

Urmi Upādhyāý took a step deeper into the living room and closer to the shocked husband.

She’d been planning to do further damage to Nishikānt Joshī in front of me but it was abruptly clear nothing more was required.

Nishikānt Joshī began to scream in a high-pitched voice that filled the room.

He collapsed to the floor and began to writhe in agony.

The excruciating pain was overwhelming, worthy of the Marquis de Sade’s most inventive tortures.

Nishikānt Joshī was unable to do anything but scream so piercingly he was close to rupturing his vocal cord.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I stood back, watching Nishikānt Joshī thrash around on the floor while the screams assaulted our ears.

Nevertheless, Nishikānt Joshī saw his wife’s breasts bounce wildly on her chest as her body jerked uncontrollably.

Her lower body was exposed, though covered by her pantyhose. He could see her palms pressed tightly against her vulva.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund was still jutting obscenely, yet still immensely attractive from my zipper.

There hadn’t been enough time for the blood to leave it.

It was still hard…still ready to be driven into Nishikānt Joshī’s  extremely beautiful twenty eight years old wife, Urmi Upādhyāý’s willing Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

The vulgar display sickened Nishikānt Joshī but something else was wrong too.

He looked down.

To his horror, he saw the bulge in his work pants.

He realized his cock was hard, perhaps harder, longer, and thicker than it had ever been before.

A deep shame overcame the anger in his mind, blanking the fury in the space between two heartbeats.

He was mortified.

His own body was betraying him.

He could not be aroused by the sight of his wife about to have sex with Durgesh, his ever successful Bachhalyā Jījū.

It wasn’t possible; he was not that kind of man.

His roars, born of renewed fury and deep humiliation, blended with the agonized shrieks of himself.

It was one thing that Urmi Upādhyāý, Nishikānt Joshī’s twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ wife and I were prepared for Nishikānt Joshī’s every potential attack already, yet it was quite another thing that his Joshī Brāhmañ penis was appreciating what Urmi Upādhyāý was doing with me.

How the hell it happened?

Does it mean in this Infinite BrāhmKalp Nishikānt Joshī’s such intense humiliation was absolutely a normal event?

Only because Nishikānt Joshī and Urmi Upādhyāý were traditional Brāhmañs and Durgesh was a Bachhalyā?
Durgesh was already fucking now the entire beautiful Brāhmañ houseladies of Nishikānt Joshī’s household.

Even his otherwise immensely sophisticated Bhābhī, Supriyā Bhārgav, argued that the Musalmīn allowed their entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies to fuck Durgesh everywhere.

If the Brāhmañs wouldn’t do the same thing, the Brāhmañs would again lose to the Musalmīn once more.

“The stupid Brāhmañs as you are, Nishikānt Joshī, would again ruin what Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu has recovered and Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī had fought fiercely to retain.”

Nishikānt Joshī had as if fallen from sky.

“Supriyā Bhābhī, you mean… you mean…”

“Yes!” Instead of Supriyā Bhārgav, Nishikānt Joshī’s elder brother, Karuñākānt Joshī, said, “Your Supriyā Bhābhī is correct, Nishikānt. You keep forgetting, it’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now. We Brāhmañs are entrusted now to greater duties.”

Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat?” Nishikānt Joshī asked sarcastically.

“Of course!”

“Bhaiyā,” Nishikānt Joshī said bitterly, “I can understand now why Brāhmañs are so devoted to advertise that it’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now.”

“Oh,” Karuñākānt Joshī said looking at his younger brother sympathetically, “Why?”

“You Brāhmañs are not interested in your so called Infinite BrāhmKalp now. You are interested actually in beautiful Musalmān houseladies who can’t get Durgesh himself for them.”

“Anything wrong in it?” Karuñākānt Joshī asked curtly.

“You were never satisfied with Supriyā Bhābhī.” Nishikānt Joshī said bitterly, “Her sophisticated behavior was never suitable to you. You were always interested, instead, in her ultramodern beautiful Musalmān lady friends.”*

Karuñākānt Joshī watched his younger brother, Nishikānt Joshī, scornfully.

“Who are you to discuss my married life activities and my sex activities? You are my younger brother, not my wife. Hinduism/Ved never allow any houseperson to interfere in the married life of another houseperson. It’s the only practical way to keep a joint family survive with ‘Modmānau Svastakau’, ‘Modmānau Své gr’hé’.”

Nishikānt Joshī gritted through his teeth.

“Bhaiyā, never accept every argument Durgesh offers, without thinking its consequences. Imām Muħammad Ħasan blundered in this way. Now he is a cuckold.”

“I don’t think so, Nishikānt.” Karuñākānt Joshī said gravely.

“What?” Nishikānt Joshī was stunned.

“I think Imām Muħammad Ħasan is one of the greatest persons of nowadays.”

“Because he has surrendered the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies of his household to Durgesh?” Nishikānt Joshī laughed ironically, “I never thought you have fallen to this level. I’m sorry to find you too salute the rising sun to this extent.”

Chief Justice Vishwambhar Sharmā Supreme Court Multiverse is perhaps too a cuckold in your bright opinion, Mr. Nishikānt Joshī.” Karuñākānt Joshī also laughed equally ironically, rather more ironically.*

Nishikānt Joshī looked at his older brother scornfully.

“You deliberately compelled Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī to have no option except to join Durgesh’s bed.”

Supriyā Bhārgav is my wife. You don’t have any moral or legal right to comment how we should behave in our married life.”

“You wanted more sex than Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī could offer you, being a Brahm Padminī.”

“And it’s a sin to need more sex than one’s wife can offer him?” Karuñākānt Joshī himself was scornful at Nishikānt Joshī now.

Nishikānt Joshī was stunned momentarily.

He could not disagree with his elder brother, Karuñākānt Joshī, now.

Nishikānt Joshī himself was educated enough to understand that the sexual need of a male or a female was actually the need of the environment surrounding them, not that of their own bodies actually.

The environment surrounding a life form whether the life form is a male or a female always needs fresh base pairs for the survival of that life form.

To fulfill this need of the environment the life form starts to have sexual need.

The more intense the need of fresh base pairs of the environment the more intense the sexual need of the life form.

Nishikānt Joshī was a Post Graduate from HVSI Multiversity.

He had seen his Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī teasing me every now and then.

He never liked it.

However Nishikānt Joshī couldn’t even stop his Bhābhī from teasing me.

They were traditional Brāhmañs.

Every traditional society has some traditions out of date it’s careless to change and update itself.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were the worst example of it.

They were too adamant to keep their outdated traditions that they refused to use their common sense even if it were against their enormously outdated traditions.

To kill the other societies for one’s own survival was a tradition among then uncivilized societies once.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were foolishly still adamant to practice it, because they never tried to understand it isn’t needed anymore.

The Democracy has not only its solution but the fair competition too to the survival of the fittest system of life.*

I had noticed Supriyā Bhārgav was always ahead of my other Brāhmañ Salhajs, the other beautiful Brāhmañ wives of my Brāhmañ Sālās, here.

The Infinite BrāhmKalp had started to project its time cycle.

Despite the fact that the ever last Kaliyug itself had its time cycle unfinished for as long as 4, 27, 000 years.

Supriyā Bhārgav always smiled at me more seductively whenever she was around me anywhere.

I understood very well it was only a generous courtesy, not any invitation, or seduction, at all.

I was the son in law of the house.

The youngest daughter of the Pragyākānt Joshī family, Shuchi Joshī, had announced,

“I’ve decided to live in relationship with Durgesh.

Everyone was stunned.

Supriyā Bhārgav tried to break the hostile silence.

“Well, I think we should talk first, Shuchi.”

“That’s a very good idea, Bahūrānī.” Pragyākānt Joshī greeted the suggestion very warm heartedly.

“Well,” Sheikħzādī Ůzrah Sheikħ smiled gravely, “Pragyākānt Joshī, Durgesh was my own boyfriend before we married. I hope you still remember it.”

“I can’t help, Ammī,” Shuchi Joshī smiled naughtily, “if you were a cougar once.”

“Shuchi,” Pragyākānt Joshī said curtly, “you must be ashamed of yourself for the comment on your own Ammī.”

“It’s all right, PK.” Sheikħzādī Ůzrah Sheikħ smiled bravely, “Our children have different morals from me. You knew about my ultramodern morals and you married me with them. They didn’t.”

“Nevertheless, Ůzrah,” Pragyākānt Joshī said curtly, “Even if she doesn’t appreciate your morals, being a Brahmkanyā she must respect at least Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt and Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat. She isn’t a child anymore. She is twenty eight years old and a PhD now.”

“Sure,” Shuchi Joshī said, “I never criticized Ammī for her past. Nevertheless, I would never allow her past to affect my own life adversely.”*

Supriyā Bhārgav regretted her decision to marry a traditional Brāhmañ almost as soon as she married Karuñākānt Joshī.

No, he wasn’t a bad man.

Instead, Karuñākānt Joshī was a very good man.

The entire Pragyākānt Joshī family was actually too good to be beneficial to themselves.

That was the problem.

Being a traditional Brāhmañ herself, Supriyā Bhārgav knew very well traditional Brāhmañs didn’t need their enemies outside.

Their overhumanity itself was a greatest enemy of all of them.

They were good to the extent to be harmful to themselves.

“We must be practical, KK.” Supriyā Bhārgav had suggested.

“You never told me you were a Brahm Padminī,”  Karuñākānt Joshī looked at her incredibly beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife gravely.

Supriyā Bhārgav watched him gravely herself.

“Nowadays it isn’t any asset to us Brahmkanyās, Karuñākānt.”

Supriyā,” Karuñākānt Joshī looked at her.

He never anticipated such a depression in his so well educated PhD Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife.

“No traditional Brāhmañ now really wants to marry us Brahm Padminīs, KK, despite our incredible Brahm Padminī beauty.”

“I know, Supriyā,”

“It was our greatest asset when we first came into existence. The entire ever first Brahm Jagdambās were Brahm Padminīs.”

Karuñākānt Joshī couldn’t say anything.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t blame the traditional Brāhmañs even.

They were also normal men.

They too wanted to enjoy their married life.

He tried to blame the Western Culture.
Chapter 26

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 23

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 23

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav 

Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Lurching forward, I buried my face in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bosom.

I was wildly kissing and thrashing my face in her tits and groping her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, bottom with both my hands kneading her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, perfectly round, firm, young, Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks.

Again taking charge, Ramā Bhārgav climbed on my chest, pushing me backward onto the bed while sliding and grinding her wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ snatch down my torso.

She was lying on top of me when we finally came to be face to face, and she planted another deep kiss on me, clutching both my wrists over my head while pinning me to the bed.

She whispered in my ear,

“It’s a process, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā.”

Then, with a pregnant pause, she whispered in my other ear,

“And it’s a process of pleasure.”

Her soft voice and breath in my ears sent shivers down my spine and gave me goose flesh.

“You must learn to relax, savor and enjoy it,” Dr. Ramā Bhārgav PhD, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī Wife, continued.

Calmed by this, I lay motionless, glad to let her lead the way.

My ego wasn’t even slightly affected.

I let those thoughts slip away as Ramā Bhārgav  took over.

As she kissed my neck, she caressed my arms and chest softly, barely even touching.

First it was the tongue, then a kiss, and then another little bit of tongue.

That was her technique as she worked her way down.

Her Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, had trained her herself.

“Never surrender to your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father’s ever utopian morals, Fātimah Jalāl,”

Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected.

“Fātimaaaaaaaaaaah Jalāaaaaaaaaaaal,” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl refused violently to accept her correction, “You aren’t Ramā Bhārgav actually. Your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, calls you with that ridiculous name. You are Fātimah Jalāl. Understand? That’s how I named you.”

Lying on my back with my legs off the edge of the bed with knees bent, feet touching the ground, Fātimah Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav?, knelt between my legs.

I felt her mouth and tongue on my ball bag.

With one long lick she went up the length of my hard Bachhalyā Lund, teasing me with her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth, and then she took every inch of it down her throat.

A new achievement for a Bhārgav Brāhmañ young lady?

The Muslimāt must be defeated in snatching away the Bachhalyās from Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

The Muslimāt should never have any supremacy on Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even in sex for Bachhalyās.

That’s how they win ever immensely capable Bachhalyās.

Her elder sisters Rudrāñī Bhārgav, Pārvatī Bhārgav, Umā Bhārgav, Durgā Sinhvāhinī Mahishāsur Mardnī Bhārgav, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, had instructed Ramā Bhārgav.

I was blasted away by this!

It wasn’t that I’d never been sucked off before, but I was still under the impression that you had to work on a girl for a long time to get her to suck you.

A blow job on a first time was a foreign idea to me.

I’d always had to wait in relationships for a long time before a girl would bestow oral pleasure upon me.

My youth and my still ignorance were apparent to me even as it was happening.

With a flat, open hand Ramā Bhārgav gingerly lifted my swollen balls from the back and gently pushed them toward the base of my throbbing Bachhalyā meatpole.

Then, taking a long, slow, deep, fluid swallow, she made my manhood disappear once again.

Down, down all the way, down deep, and then holding me there for a long second.

Coming up in ultra-slow motion.

The way Ramā Bhārgav lifted my scrotum while she made long, slow passes up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund did something to intensify the sensation.

There was no doubt this Bhārgav Brāhmañ young woman was good now with my Bachhalyā Lund  and had seen plenty of it now.

Then, all at once, she started to ratchet up both the suction and speed, bobbing her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ head more vigorously and sucking down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  with more Bhārgav Brāhmañ energy.

Or, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female energy?

Fātimah Jalāl?

Not Ramā Bhārgav at all?

After all, she learned all of it not from her father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, but from her ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl.

“If you want to remain confined exclusively to Durgesh only, it’s all right, Fātimah Jalāl,”

Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected again.

“Fātimah Jalāl, shut up! Nevertheless, never let him dominate you, not even in sex.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav’s ever profound feminist Ammī, had instructed her.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s hands were also more active.

As she sucked me, she began to caress and tickle the underside of my seed bag, slowly roaming to the little place where the scrotum ends.

This was a new sensation, and even my utmost experienced mind was getting in the way again.

Her hand held my balls, her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth owned my Bachhalyā hog, and her fingertips were inching toward my hips.

Part of me was saying to myself internally,

“You can’t let her touch your hips! You’re a man!”

Both sides of my brain came to an agreement:

They agreed to stop her hand and the blowjob as well for fear that I might cum before I got to fuck her.

Covered in sweat, I lightly directed her head up until she took my tool out of her mouth.

She looked up with her beautiful eyes and quickly got the hint.

She arose and then lay beside me.

I turned to her and asked,

“Do you want this?” as I placed her hand on my stiff Bachhalyā member.

“Yes,” she said, never looking away from me.

“Then what shall we call it?” I teased in an attempt at sexy pillow talk.

“Your cock,” she answered in her soft alluring way.

“And what about this?” I asked as I stroked the lips of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ vulva with my fingers.

“My pussy,” she replied.

Almost involuntarily I blurted out my first sexy talk.

“I want to fuck your Bhārgav Brāhmañ pussy, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Ramā Bhārgav, Fātimah Jalāl, whosoever the hell you are.”

Ramā Bhārgav just smiled and cooed.

Ramā Bhārgav. I love to remain Ramā Bhārgav. But I can’t break my Ammī’s heart even. Dad, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, says, ‘Mātrā bhavatu sammanāh’ iti Eīshānādésham.”

Feeling relaxed and unashamed to talk sexy felt liberating and free.

In fact, I liked it and loved the fact the she was getting off hearing me say those words.

She talked right back at me.

“You, the man I fuck, are older than me when all I want is your hard, experienced Bachhalyā cock. Sure, you have money, and you can keep it! I have my own money too not to be dependent on you financially. My ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, hates immensely that any of her countless daughters be ever dependent on any male whether financially or otherwise.”

I digested the immensely valuable information about Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl and her entire countless daughters whether Brāhmañ daughters or Musalmān daughters, whosoever they were.

Ramā Bhārgav hummed to me like a seductive cat.
“I wanna get fucked again and again all night,”
I looked at her.

“So you don’t mind that I’m sixty six now,” It was a grave question, asked equally gravely.
“No, I want to have you because you’re sixty six,” she too looked at me gravely.

Her dominant personality was taking control of me again.

Yet, Ramā Bhārgav herself knew she never succeeded in controlling me.

No woman however beautiful she were had succeeded ever in controlling me.

Was it because I was more Shaktimān, full of Cosmic energy, than anyone of them?

Ramā Bhārgav didn’t know for certain.

Ramā Bhārgav only knew I was never putty in her hands. She was never the boss, yet she no longer cared.

“I’m twenty nine,” Ramā Bhārgav said, shifting her beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes toward my ever handsome ever young utmost experienced Bachhalyā hard-on and gesturing at it with her chin, “and you don’t seem to mind. Why should your age bother me? It is Infinite BrāhmKalp now. Is it not?”

The room was steamed up by our sweating Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā bodies.

The glorious smell of her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot juice mixed with her perfume and our sweat hung in the air.

I spread her thick, shapely legs.

I mounted Ramā Bhārgav in the missionary position, looking down at her steaming Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, glistening with her wetness.

I slid my sixty six years old, utmost experienced legendary Bachhalyā Lund into her hot, wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, wrapping my arms around her for leverage, then launching myself into her as hard as I could, finishing the move with a hump and snap of my pelvis.

I would repeat this over and over till the end – A power fuck as hard and fast as I could.

Ramā Bhārgav needed it.

The Infinite BrāhmKalp needed it.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s moans and whimpers were spurring me on.

She hadn’t had her Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey pot slammed by me this hard in a long time, if ever.

This was hard, hot and wild sex.

It was all I knew.

As the utmost expert in the art of fucking I thought this was the best and only method in which to satisfy Ramā Bhārgav.

It seemed to be working.

Again, in my expertise in the art of fucking, I managed to find just what she wanted.

Ramā Bhārgav was a Brahm Padminī.

Nevertheless to keep optimum for the Infinite BrāhmKalp needs, not only Ramā Bhārgav, the entire Brahm Padminīs

Too instead, were trying to improve themselves constantly.

The moans and screams were nice to hear.

Ramā Bhārgav had taken over, and I felt she needed to know that I was the man and I would do the fucking.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you!” I grunted.

“Yes, by you only however, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā …. keep fucking me!” was her almost breathless answer.

Our bodies, now dripping in sweat, made a slapping sound when my hips collided with hers.

The aroma of her steaming young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  reached my nose.

“OHHHH, that’s it! Fuck my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  hard!” She could barely get the words out.

Then another series of moans and screams of passion accompanied that wonderful slapping and slurping sound our bodies made.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and balls were soaked in her ever fragrant Bhārgav Brāhmañ juices.

I continued to ram her velvet lined Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat for some time.

Now, I was in control, and she had lost her composure. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, and could not form the words to speak, only breathless moans and coos.

Wanting a change of pace, I withdrew from her and nudged her to flip over.

“I want you on your knees, Ramā Bhārgav darling! Be my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Brahm Mare.” I commanded.

Ramā Bhārgav obeyed, flipping over without a word.

“I’m going to take you from behind,” I told her in my sexiest Bachhalyā tone.

The view, from behind her, was amazing.

I entered her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and started to plow Ramā Bhārgav again as hard as I could.

After a short time we worked out a nice rhythm, where she would push her Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat back to absorb the full impact of my Bachhalyā thrust.

“My Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot hasn’t been fucked this hard by you, since college!” Ramā Bhārgav appeared to be thinking out loud.

The pronunciation of Bījāxar by Ramā Bhārgav told me she was still doing affirmations and transmissions.

No Brahm Padminī wasted her time usually.

Ramā Bhārgav too wasn’t any exception.

For someone who implied that her sex life with me was very active, Ramā Bhārgav‘s Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot was still tight.

She was facing the headboard during our doggie style romp.

After a while, without explanation, she slid forward and my tool fell out of her honey pot.

“What’s wrong?” I inquired.

“Nothing … just a second,” the words barely escaped her mouth.

She was leaning forward and reaching for something.

By the headboard, there was a nightstand with a lamp.

I thought for a second her aim was to shut or dim the lights.

Instead, she was reaching for the little knob on the drawer of the nightstand.

What she retrieved out of the drawer almost made my heart stop.

A full size tube of K-Y jelly was now in her hand, and she was handing it back to me as the moment of surprise and joy struck me like a ton of bricks.

Was this what I thought it was?

I thought I had better check first but didn’t want to scare away the moment.

Thinking quickly, I managed to play dumb:

“Your Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot is so wet. We don’t need this.”

“No!” she said, again with authority in her sultry voice. Then she uttered the words I thought I’d never hear Ramā Bhārgav say to me: “I want you to fuck me up the ass!”
I gazed upon her welcoming, sweat-soaked Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks shining like two hot buttered globes. Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, peered back at me over her shoulder, still on hands and knees while I was visually taking in the beauty of her round firm Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and its lovely crevice, following the crevice down to the wrinkled pucker of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole and her battered Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot lips, glistening and dripping with her sweet Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey.

I squeezed some K-Y on to the head of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  and slowly spread it down its length.

Ramā Bhārgav said,

“That’s fine. You need to lube up your Bachhalyā Lund, first.”

Ramā Bhārgav told me that a light massage on her lower back and bottom would help her to limber up and get loose.

I obliged.

Rubbing her waist and lower back was a sensual experience for me, too.

Especially when I worked my way to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, kneading her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks, spreading her cheeks and massaging them open and closed.

It was like playing a pornographic game of peekaboo with both of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ  fuckholes.

This allowed me a chance keeping the mood sexy and erotic.

I then got the K-Y jelly ready.

Spreading her ever beautiful young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass I rubbed her sphincter, teasing it with my finger tip looking  at beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ her asshole.

The mystery and darkness of it , the naughty taboo of it, made me hot and want to get down to business.

I squeezed out a liberal glob of it and placed it on her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bung hole, plastering her rectal pucker, caressing and spreading it in circular strokes, slowly putting more and more pressure on her asshole until the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund was in it just past the first knuckle.

“MMMMMMMMM… now we’re getting somewhere,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, acknowledged in a breathy voice.

With slow, steady pressure, I worked my lubed ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund in her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass as far as it would go.

“OHH, Ohh that’s it right there.” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, instructed. “Keep your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund there …… feel my Bhārgav Brāhmañ anal muscles relax and open slowly,” Ramā Bhārgav added, now fully enjoying the insertion. “Now your push your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more, let the half of it go inside,” she moaned.

I watched Ramā Bhārgav gravely.

“What’s that you want to destroy in this Infinite BrāhmKalp, Ramā Bhārgav, my Brahm Padminī young Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife?”

“Don’t worry,” Ramā Bhārgav laughed, “I can’t destroy your ever utmost beloved beautiful Musalmān houseladies, you know. They are still infinite times of us Brāhmañ women of yours. Aren’t they?”

I noticed that she never enjoyed anally the withdrawing of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more than the forward thrusts.

This continued until we were up to the three fourth of my Bachhalyā Lund.

Satisfied that Ramā Bhārgav‘s nether region was lubed and loosened adequately, I readied myself with more lube and was ready to mount Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, stealing another peek at her Bhārgav Brāhmañ sphincter, now visibly more open than before.

Ramā Bhārgav herself ready on her hands and knees and wiggled her Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks as if daring me to take her from behind.

I had a little trouble getting in her backdoor properly, despite my utmost experience.

Ramā Bhārgav  reached back, got hold of my erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and guided me up in to her ever beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, a procedure that always made me horny when I saw it happen.

Then, with the swollen head of my Bachhalyā Lund breaching her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, Ramā Bhārgav pushed back slowly as I pushed forward.

I penetrated Ramā Bhārgav deeper and deeper until I was balls deep, and the pink Bhārgav Brāhmañ ring of her sphincter expanded fully accommodating my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Her forbidden Bhārgav Brāhmañ passage was open and receiving my Bachhalyā tool sophisticated.

It was so tight and hot.

It felt nice.

Ramā Bhārgav looked over her shoulder and said,

“You’ll have to take it a little easier than when you were in my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, okay?” adding, “at first.” and, “when I tell you I’m ready you can go ahead and fuck as hard as you can.”

“Is that good?” I asked. “Does my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feel good up your young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass?” I smiled proudly.

“Oooooo Yeahhhhhhh,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, answered in more of a moan of ecstasy than the  actual word.

“Now tell me what you actually want to destroy here in this Infinite BrāhmKalp?” I asked mounting Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, gravely.

Chapter 24

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 22

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 22

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

He was adamant.

His father and grandfather both were Brahmarshis in HVSI.

Why the hell Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav himself couldn’t be a Brahmarshi?

Kaikasī Chaturvedī was smart enough to understand her eldest son’s mood perfectly.

She masterminded her entire planning keeping his every potential step carefully in consideration.*

When Muħammad got engaged, it was a bit of a relief for me. Muħammad had been miserable for years after Muħammad’s wife had deserted him for me, three weeks before his Sixty Sixth birthday.

Now he seemed to be back to a vague semblance of his former self.

I was glad.

My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, had been through a lot.

It was more troublesome for me, because his wife had deserted Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah for me.

“I’m very sorry, Muħammad,” I said sincerely, “I never thought she was interested in me sexually.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah laughed.

Infinite BrāhmKalp has come. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says there were only two couples in BrāhmKalp, Brāhmañ Muslimāt and Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs. I think my wife was afraid of herself that Niranjan could not win her from me. She preferred you on Niranjan.”

“Niranjan Sharmā?”

“Niranjan Sharmā.” Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah said, “You know. He is Waħīdah’s Kħālāzād cousin.”

“Oh, yes. They loved each other perhaps since their childhood.” I remembered, “Waħīdah married you only because you were Musalmān and Niranjan Sharmā was a Brāhmañ.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah sighed.

“Niranjan Sharmā is close enough to Bhārgav

Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav now. I can’t compete even with Niranjan Sharmā.”

I had, of course, met Muħammad’s fiancée a few times when she’d stayed at our house, but after a while, Muħammad asked me if I’d be all right if Zakiyah moved in with us.

There was concern on Muħammad’s face, but it was unnecessary.

I was a quietly confident ever young man, who was simply happy for Muħammad to have found someone.

But when Muħammad came to pick him up from HVSI, I did not expect to find what I did.

When I climbed up into the back of the four-by-four, there was a dazzlingly attractive slim Musalmān redhead sitting inside, smiling at me. She was about twenty eight years old, dressed in a disturbingly low-cut turquoise top and green miniskirt.

Her legs were covered in nylons.

“Hi Durgesh,” said Muħammad.

Durgesh,” Zakiyah smiled at me, “this is my daughter, Al Jalal Al Fātimah.”

“Hi,” Al Jalal Al Fātimah had an amazing smile.

She gently shook my hand and I couldn’t help but smile seductively.

I was completely amused to female company – especially such beautiful Musalmān female company.

Musalmān females were my specialty.

Even the BrāhmKalp could not take beautiful Musalmān houseladies away from me.

Brāhmañ Muslimāt couples were normal in BrāhmKalp.

Yet, I was an exception.

Waħīdah preferred me on Niranjan Sharmā.

Didn’t she?

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav advised Niranjan Sharmā to choose another Musalmān young lady.

Waħīdah loved Durgesh.

Niranjan Sharmā was surprised.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī, she doesn’t love Durgesh. Waħīdah is opting for Durgesh either for his endless sex prowess or for his endless money.”

 Dashānan Bhārgav smiled patronizingly.

“Learn a lesson from Muħammad, Niranjan Sharmā. Waħīdah deserted Muħammad for Durgesh. Yet Muħammad doesn’t have any complaint against Durgesh. Does he?”

Pseudo Musalmīn lick the feet of their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ capable Hindu lover. The ever cuckold slaves of capable Hindus.”

 Dashānan Bhārgav smiled.

“I don’t think so, Niranjan Sharmā.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Sisters, Sujātā Sharmā, Sandhyā Sharmā, Namratā Sharmā, Kīrti Sharmā, Prabhutā Sharmā, Abhilāshā Sharmā, Nandinī Sharmā, everyone married Durgesh.”

“It’s normal.”  Niranjan Sharmā interrupted Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, “In BrāhmKalp every Brāhmañ girl is a Brāhmañ’s sister according to Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā. She is not marriageable with a Brāhmañ. The Brāhmañs are required to marry Muslimāt and Muslimāt only to devote themselves to religious severities for their entire life.”

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav smiled at Niranjan Sharmā.

“I wanted to remind you it.”

His tone was somewhat curt to Niranjan Sharmā.

Niranjan Sharmā looked at him helplessly.

Durgesh still doesn’t approve of this ever unjustified Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā. He says the Brahmkanyās must have their Swayamvar Adhikār completely.”

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav looked at him bitterly.

“Nevertheless, the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI is supporting Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, not Durgesh.”

The phone rang and she reached over to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sītā Bhārgav. It’s me.”

“Hi Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā. How are you? Nothing wrong I hope?”

“No, no, Sītā darling.  But I need you to do something for me. Are you busy, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ love?”

“I was just…” she paused and looked at the TV, “…working on something.”

“It’ll only take a few minutes, I forgot a file I kinda need for work. Can you go on my computer and email it to me. It’s -”

“Now, now, I’m not going to remember. Just gimmie a second and I’ll go to your room and pick up the phone there, ok?”

Sītā Bhārgav made her way to the second floor of the big house she shared with me and her father Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav.
Sītā Bhārgav turned on my computer and picked up the phone in my room.

I was giving her instructions but we were having trouble communicating.

“I’ve told you,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said, a little exasperated, “I don’t see a folder called ‘Work Stuff’ anywhere.”

“And you searched for the filename? You’re sure you spelt it correctly…”

“Yes!”

“Hmmm…” I muttered. “I guess I don’t absolutely have to have it…um…oh, Damn it! Of course!”

“Hmmm?”

“Oh…oh geez, sorry Sītā dear.”

“Mmm?”

“Sorry about it. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav gave a little titter of a laugh into the phone.

“Well, alright, as long as you don’t do it again. After all you are Lord Bhagvān Rām of this Bhārgav Sītā PhD.”

“Yaar, Ramā Bhārgav, your younger sister, says I’m her Lord Bhagvān Vishñu.”

Sītā Bhārgav laughed.

“Doesn’t my elder sister, Dr. Pārvatī Bhārgav, call you her Lord Bhagvān Rudr?”

I laughed too.

“Three in one?”

“All in one, you Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ.”
“Yeah, it’s just that I totally forgot something. Here’s what you need to do…” I explained to my Bhārgav Brāhmañ beloved of thirty years how to unlock the hidden and encrypted files on my computer using a password.

She sent off the email.

I confirmed I received it.

She hung up the phone and let me get back to work.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, the second eldest daughter of Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav,  was about to turn off the computer.

She hesitated for a moment.

What was there to go to except boring TV or a stack of books she didn’t really want to read, or a bed where sleep lately was elusive?

Didn’t she see something interesting a moment ago?

She opened up the list of files again.

Sure enough, there was the previously-hidden ‘Work Stuff’ folder they struggled so long to find.

And beside it some other uninteresting hidden folders were now revealed, like ‘HVSI Reports’ and ‘Bank Files’.

But Sītā Bhārgav‘s curiosity was stoked by some others:

‘Pr0n Flicks’ and ‘Pics of Slutz’ and ‘XXX Stories’.

‘No,’ she thought, ‘they can’t be. Well…well, maybe he’s just got one or two things on here…I’m sure there’s a lot of peer pressure to know a bit about that sort of thing…’

She opened up ‘Pr0n Flicks’.

The list of files was so long it scrolled down past the bottom of the screen; titles like ‘Anal Trainer’ and ‘Ass Worship’ and ‘Buttman’s Big Butt Backdoor Babes’.

She double-clicked on a file and the starting credits began to play, a rapid-fire sequence of tits and ass and cocksucking and fucking and pussy eating and assfucking and double-penetration and cum splashing everywhere and and and…

She clicked it closed.

“Oh my God,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav muttered aloud when the image had disappeared from the screen.

She went to the ‘Pics of Slutz’ folder.

As with the other folder, along with the main list of files there were subdirectories.

The one right at the top was named ‘AAAAA HOT DAMN IT – THE BEST – WHACKOFF SLIDESHOW’.

Here she found explicit, hardcore digital images.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had last peeked at a Bachhalyā Playboy many years ago, but she could tell from what was on the screen now that what was available to men had changed.

Her Bachhalyā lover, Durgesh, had pictures of beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies  and Brāhmañ houseladies even, in leather, in rubber, in lace, in chains, and of course in nothing at all.

Here were solo women, women with women, Durgesh with women, groups of women on Durgesh, and on and on and on, with every anal penetration or facial cumshot caught in explicit digital detail.

“I would have never of suspected,” she said to herself, “I would have never have known.” Then she gave a little smirk. “No wonder he likes computers so much.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav opened the ‘XXX Stories’ folder.

Among the folders I made were ‘Anal Fuckfests’, ‘Mind Control’ and ‘Ashvinātam is Best’.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took a look at the program I was using to protect these files.

She knew about computers herself.

Who doesn’t in this immensely advanced Infinite BrāhmKalp?

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw fairly quickly that it was a pretty simple program, and one where Durgesh seemed to have just enabled the basic features.

She guessed that I would change the password after tonight, so she created a login for herself, using the username ‘Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī  System‘.

Of course it was a long username.

But Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was thinking that it would have a good chance of escaping scrutiny in me the unlikely event I took a second look.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t a communal Brāhmañ young lady at all.

Neither the Brāhmañ communalism ever even tolerated in entire Golden Bhārgav Creations.

It wasn’t possible even.

Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā was the paramount constitution here.

No Brahmkanyā could be married with a Brāhmañ.

It was legally a tremendously punishable crime and morally an immensely despised great sin.

Most of the Bhārgavīs were married to Durgesh only.

Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu didn’t go through immense religious severities to marry Bhārgavīs with Bachhalyās.” Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav said furiously, “Bhārgavīs deserve Durgesh himself, no other Bachhalyā even.”

Dashānan Bhārgav was elected with even more than two third majority.

Vibhīshañ Bhārgav had argued,

“There were no Bachhalyās then anywhere when Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu had gone through immense religious severities to get infinite extremely beautiful daughters. Durgesh was the only husband available to them. Hence it’s a wrong argument that Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu didn’t go through immense religious severities to marry Bhārgavīs with Bachhalyās. He himself prepared Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, ‘Bhr’gu Shāstr Samvidhān’, constituting Brahmkanyās to marry with the Bachhalyās. There isn’t any exception for Bhārgavīs in Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, Bhr’gu Shāstr Samvidhān, that Bhārgavīs have exclusive rights on the rest of the Brahmkanyās to be Brahm Jagdambās everyone.”

Rudrāñī Bhārgav opposed Vibhīshañ Bhārgav.

She supported her utmost popular father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav.

Vibhīshañ Bhārgav was defeated tremendously.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was never communal.

Nevertheless, she was jealous of beautiful Musalmān houseladies now immensely.

They enjoyed oral and anal sex with Durgesh more frequently and more proudly than the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Bhārgavīs were no exception.

That’s why Durgesh loved beautiful Musalmān houseladies more.

That’s why beautiful Musalmān houseladies outnumber infinite times more in Durgesh’s sex life than Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.*

By the time I got home from work, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  was back in her bedroom.

She’d gone through much of the rest of my room, and found more things to pique her interest.

In the corners of my closet and in the backs of drawers she’d found recordable CD’s with suggestive labels, porn tapes and DVD’s, and stacks of magazines.

As she listened to me move around in another part of the house, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was in her bedroom behind a closed door, kneeling over on her bed and flipping through a magazine, ‘Ass-Fuckers Vol.5 No.2’, which she was sure I wouldn’t miss from my large stack.

One of her hands was between her legs rubbing her pussy, and occasionally her fingers would reach farther, to rub the sensitive crinkle of her asshole, which would make her whole body shudder.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav needed my services now tremendously.

I was sitting in the living room, reading, when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav came home from work the next day.

She was always very conservative, wearing perfect business attire; usually pantsuits that always left as little visible as possible of her neck, arms, and legs.

Her hair was always tied up in a bun or back in a tight ponytail, and her shoes were always sensible.

Not that this was foremost in my mind when I saw her, but it was the way she had always dressed since I had remembered, even back before her and her husband had split up.

Janārdan Upādhyāý married Dr. Sītā Bhārgav but never was alone with her even for a second.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav never allowed him.

“I never approved of my daughter’s illegal and immoral Brāhmañ adventure. You stay away from Sītā Bhārgav, Janārdan Upādhyāý.” He had warned Janārdan Upādhyāý ruthlessly.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav regretted her mistake of marrying a Brāhmañ.

“Your Lord Bhagvān Rām is Durgesh, Sītā Bhārgav.” Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav said his daughter coldly.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  was around the house it would usually be thick baggy jogging suits, or large shapeless sweaters and straight-leg pants.

It was as though Dr. Sītā Bhārgav were another species from the females I saw at HVSI, on TV, or in the pornography I consumed, the ones so willing to flaunt themselves and their sexuality just to get attention.

“I’m just gonna take care of some things and then get dinner started, ok dear?” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav asked.

I grunted, and out of the corner of my eye saw her hauling some bags up to her room.

Sometime later, I heard Sītā Bhārgav shuffle about in her room.

I didn’t glance over for a while, but when I did I was shocked and couldn’t break my stare.

I always thought Sītā Bhārgav had a classical face; fine lines and delicate features, a little reminiscent of the Mona Lisa, or of Greek and Roman sculptures I’d seen. She’d always worn big, practical glasses, her new pairs just like her old ones, but now for the first time I saw her wearing a sleek pair with tortoise-shell rims, that reminded me of cat’s eyes.

Her hair was sandy-brown, and at the top of her head it fell straight, but then began to curl at the level of her eyes.

She wore it untied now, and it fell around her shoulders.

Her excellent exquisite thirty years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ body, with exceptions, was slim; especially her crane-like neck, her delicate wrists, and her ankles where the contours of bone showed clearly.

But nature had also designed her body so that her breasts were large and full, and were supported by strong shoulders, and her hips and ass were big and full as well, supported by thick muscular smooth bhbr thighs.

Every daughter of Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav was a specimen of exquisite excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ beauty.
Now, she wore a flimsy wool cardigan, rose pink, with a knit loose enough to clearly show the bra underneath, and a plunging open neck that showed off much of her shoulders and the cleavage of her upper chest.

A cream-colored skirt stopped just above her knees, but had a slit up the side where I could see the top of a smoky brown stocking.

Her feet rested in shoes with a medium heel.

“Wow,” I said as I walked into her room, and then paused, searching for any other words. “Um…are we having company over or something?”

“No Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said, and turned to look at me with wide eyes. “I just thought it would be fun to dress up a bit for dinner.”

“Oh geez, I feel kinda out of it then.” I looked down to my white socks, jeans, and rock-band T-shirt. “Do you want me to change?”

“No, you’re…niiicce,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav quickly brushed her lip with the tip of her tongue, and a sparkle in her eyes made something inside me jump.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav turned away to continue her work, and I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund involuntarily pulse and twitch against the fly of my jeans.

Dinner proceeded somewhat normally, though my eyes would often wander to Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s chest, trying to make out the details of her bra, and picture how her chest would look without the cardigan draped over it.

I’d snap my head away when I became conscious of my thoughts, but then my eyes would also sometimes drift to look down through the glass table in the kitchen, looking down at Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s legs and the way she held one sleek leg against the other, and something inside of me flamed up when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s stockinged legs would rub together as she subtly shifted position.

Sītā Bhārgav didn’t give any sign of noticing, but I did notice she seemed much more chipper than usual, and always smiled when she looked at me.

I was looking out the window at the backyard when hands reached under my arms and wrapped themselves around my chest.

“Yow! Hey Sītā, you scared me!”

Sītā Bhārgav pressed her entire thirty years old, immensely beautiful, Bhārgav Brāhmañ body against me.

I felt Sītā Bhārgav’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ crotch against my hips, her big warm breasts pressed against my back. A rich, flowery scent reached, drifted my nose.

“I just wanted to say thanks for being kind to me.” She gave me a long hard squeeze. “I’m so lucky to have such a good husband.”

She placed a kiss on the back of my neck.

I froze.

We were both quiet.

A moment later Dr. Sītā Bhārgav kissed my neck again, a little off to the side of the first kiss.

Each one burned on my neck like a gunshot.

Palm flat on my chest, one of her hands began to work its way down over my stomach.

My heart hammered as I realized her hand, if it continued, would discover my pulsing ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I slammed my hips against the counter, crouching down a little so the bulge of my crotch was hidden from view.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s hand ran over my stomach, touched my waist, and then hit the counter.

She gave a disappointed sigh.

“So,” she said softly, into my ear, “what’re you doing afterwards?”

“Um…I gotta.. go to work, Sītā,” I smilrd, and glanced at the clock.

Sītā Bhārgav sighed and took her hands off my body. “Alright, I understand.” She placed a final, longer kiss on my neck, and I imagined I might have felt a little tongue.

Long after she had gone, my body missed her warmth pressing against my back.

When I got home late in the evening and turned on my computer monitor, there was a full-screen picture I was sure I had not left there.

A naked young woman, nasty lustful passion on her face, had my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund buried deep in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass.
The woman whose picture was there was Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s younger, twenty eight years old sister, Ramā Bhārgav.

Chapter 23

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:34

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Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband

Durgesh

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Chapter 34

Durgesh Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī

I got a call from Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
She and Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī were getting divorced.
It came as a total shock to me and I could tell Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was upset.
I said I would see her in two weeks and we could talk then. I took my own airplane home and Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī met me at the airport.
She gave me a hard hug and a kiss then we got into the car.

I soon found out that Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī had been seeing some Musalmān Beauty and Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī found out.
He said he wanted out of the marriage.
All I got from Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī was a text message that we should talk when I got home.
I was grave on how things had gone down.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī had moved out and it was just Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī and I at the house now.
That first night back we had dinner together but the mood was subdued.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī soon went back to her bedroom.
I got settled into my room and I was getting ready to go to bed.

I went down to the bathroom one last time.
As I was walking back, I saw Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s door was partly open.
I don’t know why but I cracked the door and looked in.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was just in her early forties.
I always thought she was beautiful and had a fantastic Brāhmañ body for someone her age.
She inherited this quality from her Årab Musalmān mother, Al Fataħ Al Åbbās.
There was Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
She had fallen asleep.
She had on a shirt and just a pair of panties.
I stepped into the room.
I was going to turn off her lamp by the bed.

I looked down.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s panties were damp.
Her nipples were pushing against the material of her shirt.
I know I shouldn’t have been looking.
I could feel my Bachhalyā Lund stirring in the pair of shorts I was wearing.
I must have made some noise.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s eyes opened.
“What are you doing here, Durgesh?”
“I was just checking up on you, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.”

She had to have known I was looking at her near nude body.
I took a bold step.
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
I reached over and placed my fingers on her wet panties.
“No Durgesh, you shouldn’t,” she said to me.
“Why not? You aren’t married to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, or anyone now. What’s wrong there if you too start afresh as Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī did?”

I began to run my fingers across the wet slit of her panties.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī let out this low moan.
I just lost control of my urges.
I stood up and removed my shorts.
There I stood with my half hard Bachhalyā Lund right in front of Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
“We can’t Durgesh,” she said to me, “it’s not right.”
“Tell me ‘Why’ the hell?”
I reached down and pulled Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī up to the edge of the bed.
I slowly pulled her shirt off and then I slid her panties down.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī took a long look at my Bachhalyā Lund and then she reached out.
She brought her magnificent Brāhmañ lips to my Bachhalyā Lund and then she inhaled me.
I could hardly believe this was happening.
I didn’t lose a Moment and I began to pump my Bachhalyā Lund down Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s throat.
She brought a hand to my Bachhalyā balls and started to massage me.

It didn’t take much for me to get totally hard.
My Bachhalyā Lund was about seven inches in length now, constantly lengthening and thickening more and more every sucking from Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī had most of it in her extremely beautiful Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ mouth.
She smiled sucking me.
It was expressly written on her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face and equally beautiful Brāhmañ eyes that:
‘They say a BrahmKanyā and/or Brahmāñī is never ultimately satisfied without a Bachhalyā Lund. They are right.’
I had to finally pull away.
I thought I might cum before I wanted to.
I pushed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī onto her back.
She got this look on her face.
“Please Durgesh, we can’t.”

Maybe Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī thought it was okay to only suck on my Bachhalyā Lund.
I just couldn’t bring myself to stop now.
I parted Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s beautiful Brāhmañ legs and I got in between them.
I guess Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī finally gave into me.
Her hands went to my hips and I positioned my Bachhalyā mushroom at her Brāhmañ opening.
I was surprised how easily I entered Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ pussy.
I slid all the way in.
My Bachhalyā balls were resting against her extremely beautiful Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ ass.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī started to push against me.
I began to feed her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy with my thick Bachhalyā Lund.
I guess we both lost any inhibitions we might had that night.
“Fuck me Durgesh, I need you so badly!” Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī whispered, “Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī was always interested in wild animal sex with horny Musalmān Beauties. He hated me for not responding to his ever pleasure seeking ever lustful desires.”
“You must have satisfied Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, if you really wanted to keep him to you.”
“I wanted Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī to resign from Indian National Congress and join BJP. The damnfool was still loyal to Sonia Gandhi, Rahul Gandhi and their family. He was deliberately ignoring the Modi Wave everywhere.”
I smiled.
“Well, the damnfool wasn’t alone, nevertheless. There were still some stupid persons that supported the fastest sinking ship.” I smiled triumphantly.
I was going to have Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī all to myself now.
I fed her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy with the longest strokes I could produce.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was crying out that she needed my Bachhalyā Lund very much.
The Brāhmañs were not any different from other Savarñs.
They all wanted ever hungry ever ravenous Musalmān Pussies around their Uncut Hindu Cocks.
Sophisticated Brāhmañ Pussy wasn’t their requirement actually.
Only Durgesh could respect the sophisticated Brāhmañ Pussies now.
Well, no problem.
It’s all right.

I lowered my face and I started working on her hard nipples.
I was kissing the tips of her Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ tits.
That really pushed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī over the edge.
I could feel her muscles pulling on my ever active Anant BrahmKanyāchod Anant Brahmāñīchod Bachhalyā Lund.

After so many minutes, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī started to talk.

“I’m getting close, Durgesh.”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to pull out or not.
I just couldn’t bring myself to stop.
A few more strokes and I exploded inside Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy.
Our bodies shook as Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī milked my Bachhalyā cum from me.
I must have had a large load stored up.
I just kept sending my Bachhalyā cream deep into Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ womb.
After some time I could tell that my Bachhalyā seed was dripping out and down Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Brāhmañ ass.

I left my Bachhalyā Lund inside Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī for as long as it was possible.
Her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy spasms kept going until I finally had to pull my spent Bachhalyā Lund out.
After all that lovemaking, we kissed.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī told me that she had been so frustrated from parting with Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.
When she saw me standing there looking at her, she just broke down and wanted me in bed with her.

That summer ended up being a wild time.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī and I would fuck almost every evening.
I was surprised that she needed sex so often.
It was definitely from her Årab Musalmān Ammī.
Normal Brāhmañ Beauties were not so ravenous usually.
I would take her two and three times straight.
When I was fucking Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, I could cum more often than usual.
It got to the end of summer.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī asked me if I could transfer to a branch of HVSI in the city where she lived.
I was looking into that right now.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī also sat me down one day and posed a question to me.
“Durgesh, what if I got myself off birth control pills?”
I smiled.
“You want to have a baby by me?”
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī nodded that she wanted to try.
I told her to stop taking the pills.
Our sex life has gone to another level now.
Once the effects wear off I will be trying to make Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī pregnant.
It is a wild time in bed most nights.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī begged me to give her all my Bachhalyā baby cream.
Naturally, I finally impregnated Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, ultimately.
Åbdul Qādir gritted his teeth.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was his real sister.
Her father, Brahmdutt Tripāŧhī was Åbdul Qādir’s real father too.*

Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī held the receiver.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s confident voice could be heard.
“Mr. Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, the President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries?”
“Yes, Judge, how are─?”
“From one old bastard who’s hung in the public stocks to another about to be pilloried in the same place, I want to wish you well, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī. I want you to go in there, keep your left up high, chin tucked in, and belt them straight from the shoulders. No matter what you hear, no matter what you see, just remember you’re the boss, you’re not Uncle Tom. Never be afraid of Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī only because Åbdul Qādir is her real brother and Brahmdutt Tripāŧhī is her father.”
“Thank you, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.” Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled fucking his new Musalmān wife, Al Safiyah Al Nāzim.
What a relief!
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī could never satisfy Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī to this extent.
She was too sophisticated, hell.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā kept speaking,
“It’s all right. You think what you think, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, you just speak out what you believe, and when you have to, you give them hell. Remember that, young man. We Brāhmañs are fantastically perfect with Musalmān wives, Musalmān beloveds and Musalmān ladyfriends. Brāhmañ Beauties are actually competent for Durgesh and at the most, for other Bachhalyās only.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā paused to assess the effect of what he said to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.

Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī didn’t tell Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā that he isn’t interested to represent Indian National Congress any more.
There was a strong Modi wave today everywhere.
His ever loyal political agents were trying to bargain with BJP desperately, yet there wasn’t any success until now.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī’s new Musalmān wives were more powerful in BJP than even his ex wife, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
They had managed to get a ticket for Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī from BJP miraculously.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī himself couldn’t believe he is representing BJP now in his own constituency.
“Except for those Confederates who still think old Indian National Congress is good for yet another term, you got your party right behind you from this day on. And those that aren’t behind you, you tell me and I’ll whomp them into line. Just calling for me and my new Musalmān wives to wish you the best in BJP and your first day as the new President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries. You, I and my new Musalmān wives too that replaced my former Brahm Padminī wives, know you need it.”
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled cunningly.
“I don’t think you are even a bit upset of losing your Brahm Padminī wives, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.”
“I’m an ever loyal citizen of BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said with absolute judicial gravity.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī laughed.
“Oh, sure. However, never think I’m a stupid enough not to understand how much anxious you were to get rid of your extremely beautiful yet immensely cold, immensely righteous, Brahm Padminī wives. Even if they surrendered to you to have sex with them, it was tremendously insufficient to you. They had earliest orgasms themselves before you’ve even started to enjoy sex with them. What a relief it’s now, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, to you that now you have immensely sexy, immensely horny Musalmān wives that replaced your Brahm Padminī wives now for ever.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā frowned.
“You can draw your own conclusions, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.”

Returning the receiver to its cradle, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled gravely.
Better, change your side if the defeat were confirmed.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī never believed in loyalty to the extent to sink with the sinking ship.
Why the hell should he?
Even the rats leave the sinking ship.
Was Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī worse, more stupid, than the rats even?
The telephone rang again.
He knew he wasn’t alone.
There was long line of Congresspersons that were leaving Indian National Congress fast and joining BJP.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī glanced at his wristwatch.
It was a quarter to ten.
He picked up the receiver gravely.
“Yes?”
“Good morning, Mr. President. This is Viprésh Chaturvédī. I’m in the Conference Room with your Administration Assistant, Kailāsh Kulkarñī. We have some urgent matters ─routine, but they have to be settled─ to discuss. Are you intending to come over here this morning, or would you prefer that we visit you?”
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī frowned.
Viprésh Chaturvédī was never as loyal to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī as he was loyal to his ex wife, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
He had already decided to fire Viprésh Chaturvédī.
But it wasn’t as easy as he had thought ever.
During the period, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was the President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries, he never tried to understand the administrative problems why Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī couldn’t do this or that.
He always thought Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was arrogant.
She deliberately never tried to understand his point of view.
She deliberately humiliated him, and enjoyed it immensely.
His opinion surprisingly changed as soon as he himself took her chair.
He, amazingly realized Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was usually right.
She was a lot smarter than Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī he ever thought of her.
Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries still needed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s smart leadership, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī lacked very much.
It was a blunder to divorce Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, as far as the interests of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries were concerned.

Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī hung up.
He could not enjoy now that he was going to a better office now, as he enjoyed even its dreams before.
He was realizing now the responsibilities were more serious than the power and facilities the new post had.
The power and facilities attract a person very much to be the President of a successful organization, but it carries responsibilities simultaneously.
He had criticized Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī very much, for her being too secretive.
Yet, today Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī himself was finding himself being too secretive too.
Hell, the Presidency of an organization, itself contained secrecy.
He was blaming Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī erroneously.

During Viprésh Chaturvédī’s brief conversation with Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, Kailāsh Kulkarñī had sat on one of the sofas of the Presidential reception room of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries.
Kailāsh Kulkarñī had hardly heard the conversation.
He was too absorbed in his own musings for it.
Presently his mind had dwelt upon the loss of his own immensely beautiful Brahm Padminī wives to Durgesh for ever.
None of them was his wife now any more.
They were Durgesh’s wives now.
Damn Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
Yes, they have given him more beautiful, sexier Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives now.
They are keeping him more satisfied sexually.
Nevertheless, sex was not everything Kailāsh Kulkarñī wanted to get from his wives.
He loved his Brahm Padminī wives.
What the hell about it?

Sitting straight on the sofa, Kailāsh Kulkarñī saw Viprésh Chaturvédī.
“What are you up to, Viprésh Chaturvédī?” Kailāsh Kulkarñī asked gravely.
“Nothing. Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī is on his way in. I’m unable to understand how the hell he has managed to get a BJP ticket.”
Viprésh Chaturvédī smiled cunningly.
“He is shrewd enough every time usually to win the confidence of the people of his constituency. He left Indian National Congress claiming he can’t support the scams any more. His loyalty to his party doesn’t mean he doesn’t have any responsibility to the nation itself. Indian National Congress has lost its integrity now among the people, allowing scams on scams, and being unable to stop it.”

Chapter 35
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 15

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 15

Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Kaushalyā Bhārgav
Durgesh Kaushalyā Chaturvédī
Durgesh Justice Hémā Bhārgav
Durgesh Kaikéyī Bhārgav

I suddenly realized it was the same time slot almost.
Yes, there were some things that were not the same.
But Kālchakr, Time Cycle, never repeated itself exactly.
It always faced new Prativād, new resistance.
“You are sure it is Kaikéyī that wants to see me before I do anything?” I asked Justice Hémā Bhārgav.
She smiled at me.
Durgesh, you would haven’t brought me here, forcing me to resign from my judicial post, if you were not sure that I can deal with these situations.”
“You are right,” I smiled at Justice Hémā Bhārgav too.
Rām was still waiting for my instructions.
“Okay,” I looked at my son, “you don’t worry. Let me deal with it as I think it’s more effective.”
“What should I do?” Rām looked at me.
“You just prepare yourself as Brahmarshi Vasishŧh has told you to. Hémā has been fully prepared by me to deal with the situation. I already suspected it was the same time slit projecting itself. Hémā, you guide Rām as you are guided by me.”
Justice Hémā Bhārgav looked at Rām.
“Okay, Rām, come with me.”*

As I had anticipated, Kaikéyī Bhārgav was waiting for me in our own bedroom.
They all were Brahm Padminīs.
Despite my repeated instructions to her, Padminī Bhārgav never realized it was the same time slit that was projecting itself on Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations now.
“You are trying to get rid of your new infinite Brahm Padminī wives and I am determined I’d never let you.” Padminī Bhārgav said furiously.

Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī looked at her gravely,
“Don’t be silly, Padminī Bhārgav, can’t you see it yourself? It’s Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Yet, its President was Dashrath Chaturvédī, not Dashrath Bhārgav. Why not?”
“Why not?” Padminī Bhārgav flared.
“Because Dashrath Bhārgav isn’t as stupid as Dashrath Chaturvédī is.”
“Nonsense,”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī patiently pushed her gorgeous Chakrvartī Brāhmañ buttocks into my genetically Hindu Bachhalyā male lap and swallowed my entire genetically Bachhalyā Lund into her Chakrvartī Brāhmañ Choot.
Dashrath Bhārgav is a prudent man relatively.” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī said, “He was always the President of Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Yet, it is the first time I succeeded in bringing my candidate in power here, even if it was not a Bhārgav.”
“And that’s the reason we are facing this damn situation,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “but you’d never admit it, neither your blindly loving you, over democratic husband, Durgesh. I know.”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī laughed,
Blindly loving me? Padminī Bhārgav, I could never understand why the hell you are so jealous of me.”
“Never?” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “Haven’t you dissolved almost your entire identity into what Durgesh wants you to do?”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī smiled,
“Of course, and why shouldn’t I? That’s my idea of being a good wife. I love to do what Durgesh wants me to do.”
“Even if it’s detrimental to us Brāhmañs?”
Padminī Bhārgav, we are traditional Brāhmañs only.” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī said bitterly, “Our scriptures never praise genetic Brāhmañs. Brāhmañ is a human nature that’s never satisfied without knowing anything s/he wants/needs to know for the welfare of entire humankind:
Chāturvarñyam mayā sr’shŧam guñkarmvibhāgashah,
Tasý kartāramapi mām viddhyakartāramavyayam
.’”*

Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me,
“So you are determined now that you would make me the ever despised historical Kaikéyī that was Lord Rām’s stepmother?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Don’t you know me better, Kaikéyī ?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” She amended me.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” I accepted her amendment.
“Why was it necessary that as soon as Bharat went to Bhārgav Kékaý Creations, his maternal grandparents, the elections here are declared?”
“I think the original Ayodhyā time slit is projecting here. I had warned you already, didn’t I?”
“Isn’t Bharat your real son, Durgesh?” Kaikéyī Bhārgav’s eyes were suddenly filled with tears now, “Didn’t we have pre-marital love affair? Wasn’t I impregnated by yourself?”
Kaikéyī,” I raised my hand, “you are playing right in the hands of the bloody time slit of the ending Trétā Yug, Trétā era. You married Dashrath Chaturvédī despite my repeated warnings.”
“Well, he never touched me.”
“That’s not the point, Kaikéyī. And you know it.”
“Aren’t you somewhat over afraid of your Kālchakr, time cycle theory?”
Over afraid? Are you crazy? Didn’t you marry Dashrath Chaturvédī despite my repeated warnings? Didn’t your friend Mantharā Bhārgav too marry Dashrath Chaturvédī despite the fact she never loved him? Didn’t you named our son Bharat despite my suggestion that it may strengthen the Trétāyugīn Ayodhyā time cycle? And tell me honestly, isn’t it a fact that your friend Mantharā Bhārgav has suggested you to call me despite you knew I was in conference with Rām Bhārgav, my son from Kaushalyā Bhārgav?”*

Kaushalyā Bhārgav never appreciated original Kaushalyā, Lord Rām’s mother.
“She should have revolted against the conspiracy of Kaikéyī and Mantharā. Sumitrā would have easily joined her. I can understand why Lord Rām didn’t revolt against his father, but why not Kaushalyā and Sumitrā? Even Gurumātā Arundhatī would have joined them.”

Kaushalyā Chaturvédī had laughed.
“I agree with you, Kaushalyā Bhārgav, she was a wife more than she was a mother. Lord Rām may be justified that he obeyed his father, but not his mother Kaushalyā. Even if her husband was handicapped with his promise to Kaikéyī, Kaushalyā was not.”
“She wasn’t even a good wife,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said.
“Well, I don’t think so. She kept silence because she didn’t want to increase her husband’s problems.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav looked at Kaushalyā Chaturvédī with immense surprise,
“What the hell are you talking, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī? She had saved even her husband’s life if she had called Gurumātā Arundhatī Vasishŧh and Sumitrā to revolt against Kaikéyī.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī’s beautiful eyes suddenly brightened.
“You are right, Kaushalyā Bhārgav. I think she was not even a good wife. If she had just used Sumitrā’s loyalty to her properly, Gurumātā Arundhatī Vasishŧh’s sincerity and the ever loyal subject of Ayodhyā to Lord Rām, she wouldn’t have only stopped successfully the exile of her son, but could have saved her husband’s life as well.”

Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was the closest friend Kaushalyā Bhārgav had.
Dashrath Chaturvédī was so obsessed with Kaushalyā Bhārgav’s exquisite feminine charms that he always tried to be where his sister, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was with Kaushalyā Bhārgav.
It did not get long to Kaushalyā Bhārgav to understand that her best friend’s twin brother loved her immensely.
Kaushalyā Bhārgav could not keep her disapproval of it from her best friend, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī.
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī,” she smiled at Kaushalyā Chaturvédī, “your brother is in love with me. Tell him not to be a damn fool. I love Durgesh.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī too smiled at Kaushalyā Bhārgav,
“He says he is watching you for a long time. Only you are interested in Durgesh. Durgesh is never interested in you.”
“I see. So I should marry your damn fool brother Dashrath Chaturvédī? Nonsense.” Kaushalyā Bhārgav was furious.
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī smiled.
“My brother, Dashrath Chaturvédī, has already talked about you with our parents. They have even approached to your parents, Kaushalyā Bhārgav.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav was dumbfounded.
She didn’t know Dashrath Chaturvédī was so seriously in love with her.*

She remembered when once Kaushalyā Chaturvédī and she, Kaushalyā Bhārgav herself, were lovemaking with me.
They both had decided to rape me, ultimately.
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was horrified.
Kaushalyā Bhārgav, are you crazy?”
“The Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies have made Durgesh too much proud. He thinks he doesn’t have any obligation to us Brāhmañ Beauties. He has completely forgotten that basically we Brāhmañ Beauties are made for himself if he is really Param Purush as he claims to be.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī always enjoyed this concept very much that the entire Brāhmañ Beauties were basically made for me, and for no one else.
They fucked me nonstop one by one for entire one week.
I was surprised immensely.
They both were Brahm Padminīs and as such, they never needed that much sex.
Sex was their almost infinitesimal need.
That’s why when Padminī Bhārgav proposed Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, even Brāhmañ Creations passed it without any great objection.
Their Brāhmañ husbands themselves were already crazy to get rid of them.
Their Brahm Padminī wives were extremely beautiful, even beyond imagination, but they were too delicate to be handled roughly even somewhat.
Moreover, they were the ever coldest women that required too much foreplay before consummating actual action.
Countless of them ejaculated even in foreplay itself leaving their husbands almost entirely unsatisfied.
The most of the remnants even ejaculated as soon as their husbands entered them.
Even the rest of them didn’t last as much as their husbands get satisfied sexually.
They were very good wives, otherwise, but never sexually.
Padminī Bhārgav had studied it carefully and cunningly planned to solve the problem with Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
She said the Brāhmañ husbands of their Brahm Padminī wives would be suitably compensated with Musalmān wives from Musalmān Creations.
She had already signed such a treaty with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“But what about our children?” Dashrath Bhārgav had asked, “Wouldn’t they lose their real mothers in this way? The stepmothers would be stepmothers after all.”
Padminī Bhārgav had looked at him.
“Don’t be silly, Dashrath Bhārgav. I always promoted you, not only because you are my real younger brother. You are more prudent than the rest of the garbage instead.”
Dashrath Bhārgav laughed.
“Watch your language, Dīdī. You are calling most of the Brāhmañ mankind garbage.”
Because they are,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “Their enemies spread the virtues of celibacy among them and they stupidly surrender to it. They call it, ‘Brahmcharý’. Nonsense, countless of them are even reviving ‘Narkasý dwāram iyam nārī’ slogan.”
Dashrath Bhārgav smiled cunningly,
“Where in any Ved is it written? Are Brāhmañs leaving Ved practically to the Bachhalyās and Vedic Monotheist Hindus only? What about that Ved instructs:
Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt
Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat
Sā vishvāyuh sā vishvkarmā sā vishvdhāyāh. Indrasý tvā bhāgagvong soménātanachmi vishño havyagvong rax’.
Narkasý dwāram iyam nārī isn’t a Ved Mantr, but all the three I quoted, are.”*

Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me gravely,
“Who the hell thinks our son, Rām Bhārgav is a suitable candidate of HVSI Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations? Is he crazy? Doesn’t Rām Bhārgav deserve more?”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav entered there suddenly.
“You called me, Kaikéyī ?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav stood in Kaushalyā Bhārgav’s reverence.
“Yes, Dīdī, come on. Please be seated. Our ever anti Brāhmañ Bachhalyā husband has evaluated our son, Rām Bhārgav. I wanted your presence when I discuss it with him.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav smiled.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav, please, I was on Hyperspace EV Cam with Bharat. We have decided already Rām is your responsibility, not mine.”
“Dīdī, you must take interest at least in our present politics.”
“That’s what I’m doing, Kaikéyī. Bharat represents me in politics, not Rām. He represents you.”
“That’s why I have called you. Durgesh has declared elections here while your representative in politics is not even here.”
Mantharā Bhārgav smiled cunningly.
Kaushalyā Bhārgav Dīdī, Durgesh prefers Rām on Bharat.”
“That’s because you forget you are too a Brahm Padminī, Mantharā Bhārgav.” Kaushalyā Bhārgav smiled ingeniously.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav laughed.
I was fucking every one of them though not in the same sex positions.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav and Mantharā Bhārgav both were lying side by side.
Their nude legs were on my shoulders, while Kaushalyā Bhārgav was still my Bhārgav Brahmghođī, my Bhārgav Brahmmare.
Sumitrā Bhārgav was straddling me, while I was lying on my back.
It was a Hyper Trimensional however.
None of them was actually present there except Kaikéyī Bhārgav and me.*

The seven Mithiléshvarīs regarded Sītā Brahm Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav each in her own way.
Brahm Mithilā Creations was actually a large federal sector of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
“I can’t believe even Rām Chandr Chaturvédī has surrendered. How he was against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations is one of the largest federal sector of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Joshī said, “They were constantly using their hyperspace media against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act. And now, they have simply surrendered. Hell.”
“I had told you.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chatterjī smiled cunningly, “Dashrath Chaturvédī was a coward. He could do anything to get the Presidency of Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Padminī Bhārgav let even Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī’s candidate win on her own candidate because Dashrath Chaturvédī had promised to vote for Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
“The most objectionable provision of the Act is that it declares as soon as a Brahm Padminī attains majority, as soon as she is eighteen, she is automatically a Brahm Jagdambā. No separate marriage ceremony is even needed.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Āyangar laughed bitterly.
“I can’t believe I’m only eighteen yet I am a wife of a sixty four years old Bachhalyā.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī was furious. He can start his damn Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog with me whenever the hell he wants.”
“President Janak Mithiléshvar Chaturvédī didn’t say anything?” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Āyangar looked at Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī sympathetically.
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī blurted,
“Didn’t say anything? He is all praise for Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act. All his Sunaynās were Brahm Padminīs. Even my own mother Sunaynā Pandit was too. He was fed up of all of them.”
“Fed up of all of them?” Sītā Brahm Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav was furious, “Why? Did anybody compel him ever to marry his Brahm Padminī Sunaynās?”
All of them smiled bitterly.
“Their ever fantastic Brahm Padminī beauty made him marry all of them one by one blindly.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī said, “But soon his blind thirst for their ever fantastic Brahm Padminī beauty quenched when he found practically that none of them lasted as long on the bed as he could be even satisfied sexually somewhat. His entire enthusiasm for them gradually vanished ultimately.”*

I looked at Kaikéyī Bhārgav quite surprised.
“Kaikéyī Bhārgav, I never promised you I’d fulfill your any two wishes even against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy even.”
“What the hell are you talking, Durgesh?” Kaikéyī Bhārgav had as if fallen from sky, “Are you telling me you won’t fulfill my two wishes you promised me yourself?”
“Tell me one thing, Kaikéyī Bhārgav,” I asked her patiently, “Why the hell we participated in that Dévāsur Sangrām, that Crusade, that Al Jihād fil Islam fī sabīlillāh, that Holy War, that Dharmyuddh?”
“Because Bachhalyā Dév Chakrvartī, Indr Bachhalyā, needed our help. The Asur traditional Brāhmañs were fighting against him and the other Bachhalyā dévs.”
“Wasn’t Indr Bachhalyā a Vishishŧ Brahm? Aren’t most of the Bachhalyās Vishishŧ Brahms themselves?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me sternly.
“You have changed the subject, Durgesh, quite successfully. I never thought you’d ever use your Diplomacy even on me.”
“Neither I.” I smiled.
“What do you mean?”
“Wasn’t it always understood that I would never do anything against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy even when I promised to fulfill your two wishes? Of course you saved my life then, but if my life was so precious to me that I wanted it to save even against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy, why would have I participated ab initio in that Dévāsur Sangrām, that Crusade, that Al Jihād fil Islam fī sabīlillāh, that Holy War, that Dharmyuddh?”

Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me incredulously.
“I can’t believe, Durgesh, you are refusing me now to grant my two wishes.”
“I never did any such thing, Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” I said gravely, “You saved my life from those Asur traditional Brāhmañs. I owe my life to you. You can take my life still now. But my Hindutv is something far greater than my life even. I don’t owe my Hindutv to you.”
“I never claimed you do. Moreover, I know every Hindu loves his/her Hindutv even more than his/her life. He/she would die gladly instead, if he/she were ever compelled to act against it.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For acknowledging our dedication to humanity, rationalism, justice and prosperity.”
“I don’t think your Hindutv is really your dedication to humanity, rationalism, justice and prosperity.”
“Well, that’s what we Vedic Monotheist Hindus think it is. If you don’t think it is so, I’d be glad to discuss it with you.”
“I didn’t send my lady robot to you to discuss your Hindutv.”
“Oh, yes,” I smiled innocently, “why did you?”
“You have come here even after my lady robot returned to me entire five hour ago.”
“Oh, yes. My robots told me that.”
“And you tolerated my request that I needed to see you immediately?”
I looked at her gravely.
“My robots investigated it thoroughly, Kaikéyī Bhārgav, and they decided it wasn’t any emergency actually that you needed to see me immediately. They decided it was only because your friend, Mantharā Bhārgav, had advised you to interrupt my clandestine meeting with Rām.”
“And you couldn’t let me interrupt it?”
“No.”
“Am I not your wife? Haven’t I marry you despite my entire traditional Brāhmañ society was against it?”
“You married me?” I smiled ironically at her, “Did you? Really? Kaikéyī Bhārgav, you married Dashrath Chaturvédī instead. Didn’t you?”

Chapter 16
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat:5

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Durgesh Brahm Mahimā Sharmā

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā looked over at me with amazement and joy on her face.

“Hey Bhagvān! Look at it snow, Durgesh darling!”

We had just walked out of the mall.

We both were stark naked.

We had to be.

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had warned everyone concerned,

“If you want to save her life, we can’t separate them now.”

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was furious,

“Who the hell does want me to separate from Durgesh, my eternal Bachhalyā lover? After all, a Brahmāñī must have a Bachhalyā lover. She is authorized to have both legally and morally. Isn’t she?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was radiating happiness.

“Sure. After all, when a Musalmān Beauty, and why a Musalmān Beauty, when the entire Musalmān Beauties can enjoy their Hindu lover openly, why can’t Brahm Mahimā Sharmā enjoy her Bachhalyā lover?”

Nafīsah Salmān looked at her ever-revolting ever-aggressive Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter.

She could not understand what she was after now.

The weatherman had mentioned snow might be in the forecast, but there were a few inches of the white stuff on the ground and in the dimming afternoon light, the clouds promised more snow, lots more.

As we walked on our fours, all nude, through the falling snow, I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Brahm Mahimā Sharmā looked, her long black hair dusted with snowflakes.

She was not less beautiful than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, Prabhā Shuklā or Umā Dīxit.

Even her Ammī, Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd, was so beautiful in her nude that I couldn’t stop myself fucking her when her daughter Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was asleep on the bed.

Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd was startled,

“You— you called me ‘Ammī’ Durgesh.”

“Yes, my dear,” I pushed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into the still amazingly tight Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot of Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd, “but we have now only one mission. We have to save your daughter’s life at any caste. Don’t we?”

Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd was in a hell of an indecisive position.

She was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman.

She had never imagined an Uncut Hindu Lund in her ardent Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! A Hindu is fucking her now at her forty-four.

She had never anticipated it.

Yes, Durgesh is thirty-two.

He is twelve years younger than she herself was.

But he was a Hindu.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was her daughter because her husband’s friend, Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā, could give her a son, her husband never provided.

Craving for a son, Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd seduced Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā herself.

Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd deliberately lied to Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā that his friend, her husband, Ambassador Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd, was semi impotent.

“Semi impotent?” Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā could not approve the idea, “Bhābhījān, I can’t understand actually what you do mean.”

“Your Bhābhījān, Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd, Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā, needs you very much. A friend in need is a friend indeed.”

“Anything for you Bhābhījān. Just order me and—”

“Fuck me.”

Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā was stunned.

He could not believe his ears,

“What?”

“Fuck me, you idiot. Your friend can’t satisfy me. I need oral and anal sex too. He thinks it’s against Islam. I need a Hindu therefore to satisfy my physical needs.”

Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd was an immensely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young lady of sweet sixteen then.

Her first offspring was Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, an extremely beautiful daughter from Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā, Ambassador of India in Saůūdī Årab.

Ambassador Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd named her Al Qur’an Al Sultān Al Saåūd.

He thought she was his own daughter.

Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā, Ambassador of India in Saůūdī Årab, named her Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.

We took our presents to Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s old station wagon and went in search of a restaurant.

At a local steakhouse, we ordered steaks and from our window seat watched as the snow piled up.

“I think we might have made a mistake, Bachhalyā Piyā,” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā said. “Maybe we should have headed for home as soon as I got here.”

I looked at her and nodded, replying,

“Maybe so. Even the weather guy didn’t see this coming.”

I’d stopped at the bar on our way in and instead of sports; everyone was watching the weather reports on the Six O’clock News.

An unexpected collision of polar and humid fronts was giving birth to a major snowstorm.

The word blizzard was being tossed around.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā had driven down to drive me back for Shrāvañ Parv break.

I was a successful writer, Barrister, Sex therapist and Social Worker from India, visiting Chicago now.

It was tradition for Brahm Mahimā Sharmā to drive the four or so hours to pick me up for Shrāvañ Parv break.

We’d spend the day catching up, going shopping and having dinner before heading home for the Shrāvañ Parv gathering.

It was a chance for Brahm Mahimā Sharmā and me to have a quiet Moment together.

We left the restaurant with a couple of more inches of snow on the ground.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s station wagon plowed stolidly through the snow, but it was getting really messy now.

On the radio, the report was to expect somewhere between twelve and fifteen inches of snow by noon tomorrow.

Near my studio apartment, we stopped at a local Korean grocery and used the pay phone there.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā called home to discover that they were already snowed in.

Her husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl, wasn’t happy, fussing that Brahm Mahimā Sharmā should have known better and the roads there were in even worse shape.

He complained until Brahm Mahimā Sharmā cut him off, saying,

“Just get over it, my dear ever over caring Brāhmañ husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl. You and the twins can survive a few days without me. You’ll probably enjoy Shrāvañ Parv even more.” She rolled her eyes at me in disgust.

Yeah, her ever over caring Brāhmañ husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl, was a class act, bitching about his own possible discomforts rather than the safety of his wife.

Had she been normal, perhaps she had been surprised how he did agree to have his wife, always nude, in my always-nude lap, always fucking her.

If it were not his own sister, Prabhā Shuklā’s mistake, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl had never allowed it.

Hey Bhagvān, why Prabhā Shuklā did it?

His wife, in nude, is enjoying her world tour with nude Durgesh always fucking her.

How could he even bear the thought?***

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā spoke to her younger brothers and reassured them that she’d miss them, but that they and her ever over caring Brāhmañ husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl, would have a fun special Shrāvañ Parv all on their own.

I imagined, they weren’t too broken up about it.

Hanging up the phone, and wiping away a couple of tears, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā shrugged and said,

“Well, sweetie, my Bachhalyā Piyā, I guess it’s just you and me, your Brāhmañ Salhaj, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā; this Shrāvañ Parv.”

I winked at Brahm Mahimā Sharmā fucking her more passionately,

“It’s alright, darling. I love to fuck my extremely beautiful Salhajs, whether Musalmān Beauties or Brāhmañ Beauties whosoever they are.”

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā pushed her gorgeous extremely beautiful nude Sharmā Brāhmañ buttocks in my nude male Bachhalyā lap and swallowed my entire throbbing Bachhalyā Lund once more into her Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot.

My Bachhalyā balls were rubbing her inner Sharmā Brāhmañ thighs now.

 

Umā Dīxit was still sarcastic.

“She is teasing us, Durgesh. She is our Bhābhī. We know her better than you.”

Prabhā Shuklā was suspicious herself.

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was her Bhābhī, her sister in law today, but she was her friend ab initio, from their childhood.

Prabhā Shuklā was childishly happy when Brahm Mahimā Sharmā announced that she prefer to remain a Brāhmañ, rather than a Musalmān.

“I’m glad that you prefer Brāhmañism on Islam, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.”

“Shshsh…”Brahm Mahimā Sharmā silenced her, “not so aloud. Ammījān would hear and would think I’m disgracing her religion.”

“Nonsense, Al Furqān auntie is not so undemocratic. She respects individuality and personal decisions of other persons even more than Ambassador Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd uncle does.”

Prabhā Shuklā, then you don’t know my Abbū, Ambassador Dr. Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd.”

“What do you mean?”

“He is widely hated in Saůūdī Årab for his ardent democratic views.”

Prabhā Shuklā was surprised,

“Widely hated? What do you mean? You Saůūdī Årabs hate democracy?”

“You haven’t gone our country ever?” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was surprised.

“Hey, Saůūdī Årab is not your country.”

Brahm Mahimā Sharmā sighed.

“Yes, it is Prabhā Shuklā. My Ammījān lives there. My Abbū, Ambassador Dr. Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd, lives there. I’m a Saůūdī Årab citizen whether we like it or not.”

“But Ambassador Dr. Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd uncle is not your real father. Your real father is Ambassador Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā uncle, Ambassador of India in Saůūdī Årab.” Prabhā Shuklā protested avidly.

“What difference does it make? Who knows that?”

“Even then, isn’t it a fact?”

“Yes, a fact not recognized by law anywhere, neither in Saůūdī Årab nor even here in India. They respect marriages more than the Live in relationships everywhere.”

Prabhā Shuklā watched Brahm Mahimā Sharmā gravely,

“While, I think the Live in relationships represent true love between a man and a woman more than the marriages do.”

“Of course. Absolutely right you are. Even Hinduism, the ever practical, ever scientific, ever mathematical religion of us, boldly respects Live in relationships more than the marriages even.”

Prabhā Shuklā jumped out of sheer surprise,

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?”

Chapter 6

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam