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
One complete month?
Chitrā Pārāshar still couldn’t believe.
But she had herself seen me fucking Pārvatī Pāŧhak nonstop.
Chitrā Pārāshar came home feeling drained.
She stripped to her panties and laid chest down across her bed to take a short nap.
Like in a dream, Chitrā Pārāshar heard the entrance door open and heard the footsteps ascending the 21 stairs to her apartment.
She knew it was Durgesh and expected to hear, “hey Chitrā Pārāshar, I’m here”, but rather Chitrā Pārāshar was soon aware of my presence standing in the door of her bedroom as
“Chitrā Pārāshar, are you awake?”.
I stood there for long minutes and Chitrā Pārāshar can only assume I was staring, or studying, her nearly nude
Pārāshar Brāhmañ body.
All right! Her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass! No doubt.
Chitrā Pārāshar freely admit for her 47 years she still have nice legs and in her opinion a great Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass.
Brahmāditý Sahajpāl, her Brāhmañ husband, told her so many times that he couldn’t keep his hands off it.
Now, she wanted Durgesh.
To hell with Brahmāditý Sahajpāl.
There’s a limit of every thing.
If Brahmāditý Sahajpāl still wants to destroy his rest of the life keeping his immensely impractical Brāhmañ morals, let him.
Chitrā Pārāshar has opted for Durgesh now.
No more bloody traditional Brāhmañ morals now.
She has opted now for a Bachhalyā husband as the other most of the Brāhmañ Beauties were doing.
Surabhi Tripāŧhī, her close friend, has already started living in relationship with Durgesh.
Why the hell can’t Chitrā Pārāshar too?
How immensely glad Pārvatī Pāŧhak was!
Can Chitrā Pārāshar forget it ever?
Chitrā Pārāshar was lying on the right side of her face.
She saw in the glass of the large windows that made up the back wall, I approached the bed to stand by her feet, which hung off the bed about 6 or 8 inches.
Chitrā Pārāshar squinted at my reflection in the glass and this time Chitrā Pārāshar could clearly see I was staring at her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass.
It took all Chitrā Pārāshar could muster not to jump as
I reached with my right hand and began to caress her glorious gorgeous Pārāshar Brāhmañ bottom.
She didn’t know why Chitrā Pārāshar let me get that far or why Chitrā Pārāshar let me explore for the 15 or 20 seconds before Chitrā Pārāshar felt my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund drop between her legs.
“Durgesh! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Chitrā Pārāshar snapped, as Chitrā Pārāshar faked waking up and whirling around to confront me.
Honestly forgetting that Chitrā Pārāshar was braless, she reached for a pillow to cover her chest.
It was as much from needless modesty as from her large breast and comparatively small nipples that were always erect and hard.
Chitrā Pārāshar said it “needless modesty” because ever since I had come to live with her in her small apartment neither of us have paid much attention to modesty.
Not that Chitrā Pārāshar would ever walk around nude in front of me, but in her underwear, she did many times.
Catching me fucking her Musalmān friend, Nādirah Salmān one morning, I apologized and said I’d be out in a few minutes, undoubtedly finishing up what I had started.
Hell, Chitrā Pārāshar had even caught me fucking her other Musalmān girlfriends in her bed.
Anyway, one can get the gist.
“Just trying to wake you up, Chitrā Pārāshar.” I said, unbelievably nonchalantly. “I got your message about taking you out to dinner. I thought you’d be dressed by now.”
“Durgesh, I’ve been lying here awake!” Chitrā Pārāshar said meekly. “I’m your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife. And you were touching me inappropriate with your extremely infamous Bachhalyā Hindu Penis?”
“Sorry Chitrā Pārāshar. It was like leaving your pocketbook on the front seat of your car with the doors unlocked and
the windows down, tempting someone to steal it.” I offered smiling boldly, as Chitrā Pārāshar sat down on the bed next to me and placed my hand on her knee. “And you’re telling me you were awake the whole time?”
“Groggy, to be more exact.” Chitrā Pārāshar defended, Standing and heading out of the bedroom. “You need to check your hormones at the door. I’ll go freshen up and get dressed and be with you in a sec.”*
We went to one of the more expensive restaurants in our area.
My Brāhmañ Salhaj, Chitrā Pārāshar, could not help but notice that I was acting more attentively than I usually did.
More like a man on a date.
Chitrā Pārāshar smiled.
Did I know she had watched me fucking Pārvatī Pāŧhak nonstop for a complete month in various sex positions?
If not, why the hell Durgesh was treating not as his Salhaj, his sister in law, but as if Chitrā Pārāshar was Durgesh’s own wife?
Being Durgesh’s Pārāshar Brāhmañ sister in law, Chitrā Pārāshar tried her best to please me.
She loved Rashmi Sahajpāl very much.
Chitrā Pārāshar didn’t want Rashmi Sahajpāl had ever to face something she never wanted to, in her live in relationship with me.
That’s why Chitrā Pārāshar every now and then grabbed my Bachhalyā Lund teasing me.
She was never interested in sex with me until she had seen my historical non stop one month fucking of Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Chitrā Pārāshar didn’t want to watch it even.
But Padminī Dīxit was dying to be my live in relationship partner and Chitrā Pārāshar couldn’t refuse Padminī Dīxit.
“So how long is Shuhā Pandit going to be gone?” Chitrā Pārāshar asked, making small talk as we ate.
“Her Ammī hasn’t seen the kids in a while so I think she is staying about four days.”
“I saw you talking to that bitch in 4C out in the parking lot when you went back……….. to supposedly………. get your wallet?” Chitrā Pārāshar commented, hopefully, making it sound like a remark rather than a question. “I hope you’re not fooling around with her.”
“I did forget my wallet in the glove compartment.” I defended. “You know she works for me, and her nickname is “pincushion. I think every man in the place has had a bit. But to answer your question, she’s not my type. If I had a type, it would probably be someone like you.”
“Thank you. It was not a question!” Chitrā Pārāshar retorted. “Just an observation and concern for your live in relationship partner and two kids.”
We arrived back at the apartment about 10:30pm.
After mixing us an after dinner drink, it would be Chitrā Pārāshar’s fifth I think.
We sat on the couch talking.
“So how are you doing?” I asked after a few minutes of small talk.
She knew this question referred to Brahmāditý Sahajpāl, her Brāhmañ husband, not interested in Chitrā Pārāshar any more because he doubted Chitrā Pārāshar had sexual relations with me.
“I still cry every now and then. But I try to stay busy and keep it off my mind.” Chitrā Pārāshar replied.
“I guess a lot of the guys at work are aware that you’re available for remarriage. They must be stumbling over each other.” I said making it somewhat a joke between a Bachhalyā Nandoī, brother in law, and Brāhmañ Salhaj, sister in law.
“You are horrible!” Chitrā Pārāshar too jokingly chided me, slapping my leg lightly. “I have received a little attention in that department but none of those guys interest me the least bit.”
“I know it’s a bit early to be thinking about such things but you’re a gorgeous and sexy lady. You don’t want to throw away too much time.” I said, turning to face Chitrā Pārāshar a little and placing my hand more on her leg than on her knee.
“Oh,” Chitrā Pārāshar acknowledged. “I think about such things more than I should, but Brahmāditý Sahajpāl and I were soul mates and I don’t think I can replace him, even while he doubts now both of us.” Her eyes watered involuntarily.
Chitrā Pārāshar sniffed.
I placed my arm around her and pulled Chitrā Pārāshar close to me.
Chitrā Pārāshar placed her head on my shoulder.
I kissed her head and stroked her hair as Chitrā Pārāshar cried openly.
“I am embarrassed.” Chitrā Pārāshar said sheepishly, finally righting herself and straightening her dress. “I don’t even know the reason I’m crying. You are well known to have sexual relations with most of your salhajs, therefore I even can’t blame him that he suspects our relationship.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I should’ve stopped with the drinks. We had dinner. I have to confess something and there is no one to confess it to but you. I have accepted Brahmāditý Sahajpāl’s disinterest but do you know we used to have sex almost every night.”
“No, Chitrā Pārāshar. I didn’t know that.” I replied, and I noted her eyes blinking and her head straightening. “That’s what I was referring to when I said you shouldn’t throw away too much time.”
“You know how hard it is to find someone that doesn’t care about things?” Chitrā Pārāshar said confusingly.
“What are you talking about, Chitrā Pārāshar? What things?”
“You saw them! My breast! They’re hideous! Brahmāditý Sahajpāl used to think they were beautiful!” Chitrā Pārāshar stammered.
“I only saw them briefly, Chitrā Pārāshar. But they were not hideous, I thought they were quite different, but appealing.” I offered. “Chitrā Pārāshar, I could make another assessment, I suppose.”
I was stroking her hair again and brushing her face, her tears, with the back of my hand.
I placed my hand on her leg again, much higher, and Chitrā Pārāshar promptly removed it.
“I’m your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife, Durgesh.” Chitrā Pārāshar stated weakly, shaking her head. “In making an assessment of my breast, we shouldn’t be discussing such things. I apologize for bringing it up. It must be the drinks I’ve had.”
“You’re right, I suppose.” I replied. “I guess I should head on home.”
“No! Why do you have to do that?” Chitrā Pārāshar pleaded alarmingly. “Shuhā Pandit and the kids are gone. There is no reason for you to go home. You have your bed here.”
“No. It’s probably best that I go.” I replied. “I’ve had a bit too much sexual mood. I might do something improper.”
“What could you possibly do that was improper?” Chitrā Pārāshar smiled.
Chitrā Pārāshar was totally not expecting my response as I placed my hand behind her head and pulled her to me to kiss me on her mouth.
Kissing on the mouth was not that new, but the way I did it, was.
My hand on the inside of her thigh left little doubt in her mind as to where my thoughts were going and it was totally improper.
Chitrā Pārāshar pulled a way.
“Durgesh, I’m your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife.” Chitrā Pārāshar spoke with little conviction. “You should not be kissing or thinking of me that way. I know this afternoon might seem like I was teasing you but I didn’t mean to, really, I didn’t. I was just groggy.”
Chitrā Pārāshar still felt my hand on the inside of her thigh and Chitrā Pārāshar wondered why Chitrā Pārāshar hadn’t, or didn’t, remove it.
“Chitrā Pārāshar, I know who you are. I also know you’re a woman hurting and in need of a little TLC. Just step back from being a sister in law for a moment and allow yourself to be treated like the lady you are.”
I kissed Chitrā Pārāshar again.
Chitrā Pārāshar did not return the kiss, but Chitrā Pārāshar did not stop me too.
“Can you do that, Chitrā Pārāshar?” I asked her after the long passionate kiss.
“Truthfully, I think you’re acting like a man trying to convince a woman to give it up. I suppose, if you can forget I’m your Sister in law, I can try to forget you’re my brother in law.” Chitrā Pārāshar replied, hoping I would catch the application that Chitrā Pārāshar was placing the blame on me.
“Let’s go to the bed, Chitrā Pārāshar.” I said, as I stood, and took her hand.
Chitrā Pārāshar immediately noticed the bulge in my pants.
Chitrā Pārāshar stood and allowed me to lead her to her bedroom.
Her bedroom, with the white carpet, eggshell white walls and white bedspread, with the windows stained in dark mahogany.
“We can stop any time you feel uncomfortable.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Chitrā Pārāshar said, realizing I had just shifted the blame to her. “Durgesh, tell me no one will ever know?”
“What’s to tell! A sister in law and brother in law spending a little quality time together.”
She pulled from me to quickly close the blinds on the 6 large windows.
Chitrā Pārāshar expressed her dismay when I turned on the bedside light.
“Chitrā Pārāshar, I want to see you and get to know you. All of you.” Was all I said.
We intertwined ourselves in the middle of the bed as we kissed and my hands explored her body, lifting her skirt to run my hands over her belly and ass.
Chitrā Pārāshar returned the kiss this time with a little passion thrown in.
Her hands did their own exploring as Chitrā Pārāshar stroked my Bachhalyā erection through my pants.
Chitrā Pārāshar stopped kissing me and began to undo the buttons on her dress.
Chitrā Pārāshar watched me until Chitrā Pārāshar had enough room to get her arms free of the dress and then I unsnapped the front snap on her bra.
I studied her large right breast as I squeezed the token amount of flesh on the left.
She moaned when I placed my lips over her small nipple and began to kiss hungrily.
Your average grape comes in a variety sizes and shapes, so using them to describe her nipples is difficult.
Sensitive as hell, there were long Moments when all Chitrā Pārāshar could do was moan as I kissed it.
Her fingers fumbled with my zipper as Chitrā Pārāshar sought to release my stiff cock. Chitrā Pārāshar was soon pulling on it, gripping it tightly.
“Do you truly like them?” I quizzed. He mumbled something positive.
In quick order, I assisted me in shedding her dress and the bra. I unbuckled my belt and I assisted me in removing my pants. My heavy cotton T-shirt came off easily. We fell back into kissing as he began to rub the crotch of her panties and Chitrā Pārāshar continued pulling earnestly at my stiff Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
Involuntarily, I gripped her hand to stop me as Chitrā Pārāshar slid her middle finger under the elastic of her panties, but only for a brief Moment.
Chitrā Pārāshar withdrew and my Bachhalyā Lund on her bare pussy lips took her breath away.
She tried to yank my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund off.
Chitrā Pārāshar moaned her displeasure as I withdrew from her, maneuvering between her legs.
I know Chitrā Pārāshar looked shy and embarrassed as I began to remove her panties.
Chitrā Pārāshar was, after all, bearing it all for the first time to me.
Very taboo and all!
I sat back on my hunches staring at her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot.
“You’re embarrassing me, Durgesh!” Chitrā Pārāshar whimpered.
“I like so much hair between a woman’s legs.” I exclaimed. “You know I’ve seen between a lot of women’s legs.”
“You like it?”
“It’s the prettiest and most sensuous thing, Chitrā Pārāshar!”
“Is Shubhā Pandit’s furry?”
Chitrā Pārāshar could not help but smile.
Chitrā Pārāshar watched me as I lowered my face to her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot, sliding my hands under her buttocks.
Without any embarrassment this time, Chitrā Pārāshar pulled her legs back to give me access.
“Aaaaaaa fuck! That’s good!”
It was tiring and strenuous, but she kept her head lifted up to watch me kiss her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot.
That taboo as hell thing was intoxicating.
Unexpectedly, I began to maneuver around pulling her lower on the bed.
In short order, we were in a 69 position with my hands gripping her buttocks and Chitrā Pārāshar staring at my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
So much for treating a woman like a lady, you might say.
I thought it!
It did give Chitrā Pārāshar an opportunity to appraise my legendary unique Bachhalyā manhood and Chitrā Pārāshar did as best Chitrā Pārāshar could as Chitrā Pārāshar stuck her tongue into my tiny pisshole.
‘Hey Bhagvān! My God, Bachhalyā Piyā! Is there no shame!’Chitrā Pārāshar thought, as she took 2 inches of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Pārāshar Brāhmañ mouth.
In the heat of the Moment, Chitrā Pārāshar maneuvered to her knees to straddle me, presenting her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot for better attention and allowing herself to suck my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund better.
Her extremely beautiful Pārāshar Brāhmañ mouth rotated around my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund as\ her two fingers and thumb pumped it vigorously.
Chitrā Pārāshar felt me stop a couple of times no doubt studying her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot as I pulled her lips apart.
One of these times, I returned my lips to her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot and stayed there.
The pleasure was so intense that Chitrā Pārāshar had to stop sucking my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, placing her head on my leg and moaning like a stricken animal.
Chitrā Pārāshar didn’t know how long it was.
All I know, Chitrā Pārāshar wished it could have lasted longer.
The illicit lust, the taboo, plus the expert attention sent her over the edge and Chitrā Pārāshar did indeed moan and shake her head like a lioness.
I continued to kiss her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot and Chitrā Pārāshar could have easily stayed put for another orgasm, but I kneed her forward and turned over on her back.
I maneuvered between her legs and Chitrā Pārāshar voluntarily lifted them presenting her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot to me in willing submission.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Chitrā Pārāshar asked, hoping I would note the shyness she intended.
“Unless you see things differently now. Yes, Chitrā Pārāshar, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Let me.” Was her reply, as she reached to take hold of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund as I moved over top her, supporting myself straight-armed.
I positioned the head of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund to her Pārāshar Brāhmañ hole and her breath caught as I pushed in her deep.
“It’s good, Durgesh.” Chitrā Pārāshar looked into my eyes as I held myself above her and pumped slowly and deeply into Chitrā Pārāshar.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you fuck me!”
“You’re a beautiful woman, Chitrā Pārāshar. You need to be fucked by me, by me only.”
One might be wondering why no condom or spray.
Fact is, in her early 40s Chitrā Pārāshar had enough female problems to take care of any worry of pregnancy.
Chitrā Pārāshar doubted disease would be a problem.
If any of the above was a concern, Chitrā Pārāshar doubted seriously if Chitrā Pārāshar would be bare-assed naked underneath me in such a compromising position.
“You going to fuck your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife good?” she asked, having nothing else to do but run her extremely beautiful Pārāshar Brāhmañ mouth, which Chitrā Pārāshar liked to do in such a compromising position.
“Thank you. I do need a good fucking. And you and your big Bachhalyā Hindu Lund is just the one to give it to me. You know you can come in me?”
“Yes, I know.” I replied, maneuvering to grip her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass with both hands. “That’s not too heavy is it?”
“No, not at all, my dear.” Chitrā Pārāshar assured me, though my weight was more than Chitrā Pārāshar liked.
One does not complain at such a time.
She pulled her legs back as far as Chitrā Pārāshar could, lifting and positioning her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot to achieve the straight in Bachhalyā thrusts I preferred. “Durgesh, tell me it’s okay if you fill her Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot with your Bachhalyā cum.”
“It is, Chitrā Pārāshar.” I assured her, as I began a vigorous rhythm.
In short order, I was pounding my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund in Chitrā Pārāshar.
Chitrā Pārāshar was beginning to get aroused again and her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass began to thrust in rhythm.
“Your Bachhalyā Hindu Lund is so big!” Chitrā Pārāshar said with labored breath. “And hard! FUCK ME! Fuck your Brāhmañ sālā’s wife, Durgesh. Harder! FUCK ME HARDER!”
I was bigger and longer than my Brāhmañ sālā’s Brāhmañ Lund and while about the same width of Brahmāditý Sahajpāl’s, the difference in length was quite notable.
Chitrā Pārāshar had never been, in her memory, fucked harder or faster than Chitrā Pārāshar was being fucked now.
“I’m coming, Chitrā Pārāshar!” I moaned, after a long fuck session, ultimately, sounding ecstatic.
“It’s all right, Bachhalyā Piyā.” Chitrā Pārāshar replied in a comforting sister in law’s tone. “Don’t fret. Fill my Pārāshar Brāhmañ Choot.”
“Chitrā Pārāsharrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” I shouted in ecstasy as I shoved my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund deep into her.
“Yesssss! Bachhalyā Piyā! My Bachhalyā Love!” Chitrā Pārāshar cooed.
Chitrā Pārāshar was aroused again and wanted to continue fucking.
I obliged her.
We kept fucking on the bed.
Chitrā Pārāshar had made a trip to the bathroom and switched off the light before she joined me in the bed again.
A bright moon lighted the trees on the outside of the windows throwing their shadows on the walls.
“You still love me?” Chitrā Pārāshar asked shyly, placing her hand on my thigh.
“Don’t be silly, Chitrā Pārāshar. Of course I still love you.” I replied. “Might even love you more!”
“Why is that? Because I’m a good piece of Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass?” Chitrā Pārāshar persisted.
“The best piece of Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass I’ve ever had.” I assured her. “Have I got a good Bachhalyā Hindu Lund?”
“Bar none, you got the best Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and you fuck better than anybody. Better than my husband, I know. And my friends tell me you are the best.” Chitrā Pārāshar replied, moving her hand to my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, which felt erect and harder.
“Chitrā Pārāshar, you’re getting me excited talking like this. And your hand.”
“Am I? Why don’t you keep fucking more and more intensely and show me how excited you are.”
She accepted me between her legs and again guided my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund deepest into her.
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