GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 18

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 18

Durgesh Rājéshvarī Rājpūt
Narottam Ahirwar

Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD
Durgesh Sunandā Ātréý
Durgesh Prabhā Shuklā
Durgesh Umā Dīxit
Durgesh Rādhā Pandit

Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was cooking breakfast naked again, as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD walked in.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD was on the phone with someone and sounded very happy this morning.
He wasn’t communal originally.
Yet his failure to get his love, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt, in marriage had made him somewhat curt to the almost entire Savarñ community of traditional Hindus.
He deliberately converted himself into a tremendously successful playboy dating and fucking almost every Savarñ Beauty available to him.
His communal lust for Savarñ Beauties was so intense that he refused to Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD even when she herself asked him to marry him.
“I am honored, Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD said gravely, “It’s a great honor for me. But I can’t fight with the criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn, terrorists and other crazy Pseudo Musalmīn that madly try to kill every Non-Muslim that marry any Musalmān lady.”
Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD smiled.
“You are living in a false, imaginary, reality your immensely wrong information has created in your mind only. Nowadays most of the Hindus are married with competent Musalmān ladies and even maintaining their Live In Relationship with us Musalmān Beauties.”
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD smiled too.
“You are correct. But if you peruse them you’d find that most of them are Savarñ Hindus, not us Dalit Hindus.”
“What do you mean?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD asked smiling cunningly.
“Most of the Savarñ women are deliberately vegetarians, not palating even onions and similar vegetables that induce their sexual desires.”
“I see.”
“It has made them the coldest women sexually. Their Savarñ Hindu husbands are fed up of them. They want action that you Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies provide them.”
“It isn’t the case with you Dalit Hindus?”
“Nope! We Dalit Hindus are still fighting for our self respect.”*

Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD smiled.
“My information is different. The Savarñ women are marrying Dalit Hindus more nowadays according to my information.”
“Yes, I agree with you. The scenario is changing fast nowadays.”
“Nowadays?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD kept smiling, “Do you know Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, anyway?”
Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act? United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations?” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD smiled gravely, “Who the hell doesn’t know him today? He surrendered his entire Brahm Padminī wives to Durgesh immediately as soon as they passed the Act.”
“You think Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā is a damn fool?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD watched Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD inquisitively.
“Certainly not.” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD said gravely, “Neither Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā is a damn fool, nor the Brāhmañ husbands of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations that extremely loyally surrendered their Brahm Padminī wives too to Durgesh. They were fed up of their ever coldest Brahm Padminī wives. It was a bliss for them to get horny Musalmān Beauties in exchange from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. The bloody caste system is making all these impossible and incredible things possible. It must be abolished at once, without any further delay.”*

Sunandā Ātréý couldn’t digest it any longer.
She had waited for Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD to return to her.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD married her not because he loved her.
He married her only because he was one of the immensely incurable communal Dalit Hindus.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD wanted his immensely incurable communal satisfaction having a beautiful traditional Brāhmañ wife.
He wasn’t Durgesh.
It wasn’t easy to be Durgesh.
Even most of the Brāhmañ humanists couldn’t compete with Durgesh in humanity.
Sunandā Ātréý still loved Durgesh immensely.
She was proud of it that she still maintained her clandestine extramarital relationship with me, as Sunandā Ātréý was maintaining when she wasn’t married to Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD.
I was the ever first man of her life, but alas, I couldn’t remain the last too.
Despite her Jātihīn Hindu SamājCasteless Hindu Society Movement, Sunandā Ātréý could not succeed in marrying me.
I married Saiyadah Fatimah PhD instead.*

Together we left the alley, and paused at a street vendor’s stand.
“Oh yes, shopping.” I repeated with a smile.
After purchasing some lemonade, we shared the sweet and tart beverage, while strolling down the sidewalk.
Coming to a rest, we looked at a reflection of ourselves in one of the shop windows.
Gazing at my reflection, Sunandā Ātréý took in my strong Bachhalyā features and confidence.
Staring back at Sunandā Ātréý was a man, so full of life and love.
A caring person who made a wish and somehow fate stepped in, allowing it to take place.
Sunandā Ātréý’s Ātréý Brāhmañ gaze traveled down to our hands, noticing how my hand was curled on top of her, protecting Sunandā Ātréý, sheltering Sunandā Ātréý, showing a sense of ownership.
With each pulse of Sunandā Ātréý’s magnificent Ātréý Brāhmañ body, Sunandā Ātréý could feel the need to keep us in this time and place.
Neither one of us wanted our 24 hours ended, but we knew it will, and we knew it had to.

Moving on we continued to walk past people and shops.
Each one was smiling at us as if acknowledging us as a matched set.
Sunandā Ātréý knew that Sunandā Ātréý was my soul mate and that somehow and for some reason we were not allowed to find each other through normal means.
Feeling my gentle pull of her hand, we moved into inside one of her favorite shops.
“Oh how wonderful,” the spark of excitement sounded in her voice.
I chuckled, opened the door and followed in behind Sunandā Ātréý.

The wind brought a mixture of melodies to her ears as it stirred the wind chimes, spread throughout the room.
Taking in the different colors and shapes, as well as all the different musical notes playing in the air, Sunandā Ātréý sighed happily.
I had touched her Ātréý Brāhmañ heart by bringing her here.
I had remembered one of her many passions.
Silently we moved through the displays.
Our hands softly stirred the wind chimes.
Closing her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ eyes, Sunandā Ātréý heard each different note.
Her fingers stirred the bars and strings.
As sunlight poured through the window, rainbows were formed.
They danced across the walls, floors and her Bachhalyā lover’s strong Bachhalyā body.
The beautiful colors shimmered and shined bringing a sense of peace to the room.
Sliding from one to the other Sunandā Ātréý gazed over them, pausing beneath a beautiful glass blown chime.
A star, about the size of her palm, rested at the top.
Suspended from it were various shapes and sizes of more stars.
Looking at the tag and reading its title; Wishes.
Sunandā Ātréý realized we must have this one.
Bringing it down, placing it in my lover’s hands, I smiled my agreement.
I too knew the meaning of the chime’s name.
We moved together, paid for our purchase, returned to the sunny street and headed towards the clothing shop.

Her memory recalled what had transpired early this morning.
The arousing state of her Bachhalyā lover had spilled over into the alley.
Being made to love, with the brick wall pressed against her breast, would be one of many enjoyable memories.
Closing her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ eyes Sunandā Ātréý breathed in the faint scent of our sexual release.
The tingles and shivers I had given Sunandā Ātréý ran through Sunandā Ātréý’s magnificent Ātréý Brāhmañ body again.
Sensing my eyes on Sunandā Ātréý, I too knew what Sunandā Ātréý was thinking.
Pulling Sunandā Ātréý close to me, my Bachhalyā lips touched her beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ lips in a hard and heated Bachhalyā kiss.
Her fingers curled in my hair.
My Bachhalyā tongue slid forcefully against Sunandā Ātréý’s, making Sunandā Ātréý give me possession of her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ mouth.
My teeth tugged, and pulled at her bottom lip.
Sucking it with firm pressure.
“Hey Bhagvān, Oh God,” Sunandā Ātréý moaned against my onslaught of Bachhalyā desire.
Her Brāhmañ legs weakened from my Bachhalyā masculine touch.
I pulled her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks closer against me.
Alas, even her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks could not keep her husband, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD, to her.
Sunandā Ātréý often wondered whether it was a blunder to marry Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD despite infinite opposition from almost her every family member, friend, acquaintance and well-wisher.
Was Durgesh right in his perusal of Dalit Hindus?
“Sunandā Ātréý, Mérī Jān, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD is not the perfect match for you.” I had said Sunandā Ātréý pulling her on my lap.
Sunandā Ātréý was immensely glad to find that it wasn’t only a courtesy action from me.
She felt my erection for her between her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks.
Hey Bhagvān, Oh God, why Durgesh didn’t marry her?
Everyone thought Durgesh and Sunandā Ātréý would marry.
Even her Bhābhī, Brahmshraddhā Vyās, teased her.
“You marry him, Nanad Jī, I’ll fuck him.”
“Shame on you, Bhābhī,”
“Shame on your Bhaiyā, your Brother, Karñ Nārāyañ Vyās, not on me.”
Aréréré, Bhaiyā doesn’t fuck you properly?” Sunandā Ātréý teased her Bhābhī, BrahmShraddhā Vyās, feigning mock sympathy for her, “Your Ātréý Brāhmañ Choot too needs my Bachhalyā lover’s Bachhalyā attention?”
“Your knowledge of human history is too poor, Nanad Rānī. Every Brāhmañ Choot always needs Bachhalyā masculine attention.”
Doob maro chulloo bhar pānī mein jākar.” Sunandā Ātréý laughed mischievously.
“Very smart. You want to get rid of the competition with me for Durgesh’s unique legendary Bachhalyā Lund. You won’t succeed ever.”*

I lay on the bed on Prabhā Shuklā, beside Umā Dīxit, looking across at the totally sated and utterly relaxed Brāhmañ Beauties.
Prabhā Shuklā looked at me properly for the first time since this started.
“Thank you,” she said kissing me.
I could still taste Umā Dīxit on her lips as she did.
She bit at my bottom Bachhalyā lip, not drawing blood, but hard enough.
My Bachhalyā body was so sensitized I could hardly bear it, and groaned aloud.
Umā Dīxit was smiling with pleasure, almost purring as she watched us, like a very contented cat.
She slid up the bed to lie under Prabhā Shuklā, and we lay there, Prabhā Shuklā in the middle of the sandwich, arms intertwined, grasping whatever part of whoever was within reach, before the pleasurable combination of sex and sex took us all into sleep.

I woke in the night and realized I was alone in bed.
I got up and padded to the bathroom.
As I came back, I heard the familiar sounds of sex from the spare room.
I peered through the crack of the open door to see Umā Dīxit spread-eagled on the bed, being brought to climax again by Prabhā Shuklā’s expert hands.
Prabhā Shuklā looked up to see me and smiled happily.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she said.
I was excited yet left the two of them to their pleasure.

Next morning when I woke again, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit were back, one each side of me, sleeping the sleep of the happily excited, their arms thrown across my chest.
As I stirred, Umā Dīxit’s hand slipped down and caught my morning Bachhalyā erection.
It stiffened further as she clasped her hand around it, then she apparently drifted off to sleep again.
I looked across at Prabhā Shuklā.
She too was asleep, a happy smile playing around her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth.
I leaned across and kissed her.
She opened her eyes and looked into mine.
“I didn’t know you had it in you”, I whispered.
She smiled sleepily, and reached down to my Bachhalyā Cock only to find it firmly in Umā Dīxit’s grasp.
She smiled again, cupping my Bachhalyā balls instead and hugging me to her.
“Thank you”, she said again, before drifting off to sleep again.

I lay there for another half hour or so.
Umā Dīxit’s hand idly playing with my Bachhalyā Cock, my hand gently teasing her ring or slipping into her Brāhmañ Pussy as Prabhā Shuklā snored gently on my chest, keeping my Bachhalyā Lund entirely buried deepest into her Shuklā Brāhmañ Choot.
Prabhā Shuklā never allowed Umā Dīxit to sleep having me inside her.
I was in Brāhmañ heaven.

Umā Dīxit stirred herself, stretching her full length.
Turning towards me, she gave my Bachhalyā Cock a squeeze, then kissed me full on the lips.
I stiffened as her exquisite Brāhmañ tongue probed my Bachhalyā mouth.
Prabhā Shuklā had slipped onto her back, so I turned gently towards Umā Dīxit, reaching out and cupping her backside in my hands, pulling her towards me.
I reached down between her legs and found her Brāhmañ Pussy, already warm and wet.
Parting her Brāhmañ thighs, I slipped gently in.
I could feel the Brāhmañ Clit pressing against the top of my Bachhalyā shaft as I pushed forward.
“Don’t move,” Umā Dīxit said, and then she clamped down on me, gripping my Bachhalyā Cock.
I groaned with intense Bachhalyā pleasure and tried to push deeper.

“No,” Umā Dīxit said, “leave this to me.”
For the next 20 minutes, we lay side by side, my Bachhalyā Cock held inside her, as Umā Dīxit clamped down and released it, playing with it as if she had a hand in there.
It was incredible.
Umā Dīxit loved my Bachhalyā penetrations of her Brāhmañ Cunt more when she was not under me.
If Umā Dīxit was on me instead, she loved it more.
Umā Dīxit loved to dominate me in sex while Prabhā Shuklā loved my domination on her more.
Yet, I was surprised when I felt slowly, ever so slowly Umā Dīxit edged me upwards, occasionally dragging a nail down my back or digging it into my Bachhalyā buttocks.
Once she seized my arm and pinched it, twisting.
I bit my tongue to stop myself making any noise.
As I got closer and closer to coming I could see, Umā Dīxit was on the brink too.

Then I came into Umā Dīxit’s tight Brāhmañ Cunt.
It was the most amazing sensation.
I had hardly touched her, no gymnastics, just gentle squeezes and yet I felt as if I had been turned inside out.
I couldn’t help it and Umā Dīxit cried out.
As I came, a hand slid around me from my back and caressed my chest.
“Someone’s having a good time,” said Prabhā Shuklā.
She reached out and teased one of Umā Dīxit’s nipples, which had been softening as we both came.
It sprang back again, stiff and proud.
I looked over my shoulder to see Prabhā Shuklā’s extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face close to me, smiling happily.
She kissed me gently.
“I want breakfast in bed.” she said.
“Can’t you see I’m busy, Brāhmañ Beauty?” I winked lewdly.
Prabhā Shuklā laughed and bit my shoulder.
“I” — bite — “want” – bite — “breakfast!”
“Alright, alright. I get the message.”
I sat up then climbed out of bed, making sure I climbed over Prabhā Shuklā letting my hard, dripping Bachhalyā Cock drag across her.
Prabhā Shuklā laughed again.
“Put that thing away — I know where it’s been. Umā Dīxit enjoyed it instead of me. Am I not your Brāhmañ wife anymore, Bachhalyā Piyā? ”
I stood and looked at the two of them, sprawled across the bed.
Both of them in totally relaxed abandoned comfort.
I bent down and kissed Prabhā Shuklā on the forehead, blew a kiss to Umā Dīxit, and started to fuck both of them one by one, as if a bear gone mad.

Umā Dīxit, my wife’s friend, was just full of surprises.
She had just gone through an elaborate salacious roll playing weekend in Atlantic City to pay off a bet we had, so that I wouldn’t get to have sexual relations with Rādhā Pandit and now she was presenting her to me as a birthday gift.
Well I was not stupid.
I was not about to ask her why she had changed her mind.
We could get into that conversation later.
For now, I was resolved to thoroughly enjoy the sensual sight set before me.
Umā Dīxit was wearing a black lace shelf bra that did little to nothing to contain her beautiful 36DD breasts.
I could tell she was very excited by the expectations of the night.
Her mocha nipples were fully erect and protruded past the outer confines of the shelf that her bra provided.
She also wore a matching garter and little black lace thong panties that left no doubt that she had shaved completely smooth.
Black thigh high stockings with a lace banded top and a pair of spiked Patten leather heels that completed her ensemble, accentuating her strong legs and making her curvaceous 5’7″ frame seem even taller.

Rādhā Pandit wore a smooth black and red corset that was laced up the front by a crimson ribbon.
The corset was synched tight at her waist by the ribbon but became looser as it reached her full 34D breasts.
The gap formed by the loosened lattice effect of the ribbon allowed the inside edge of her pink breasts to be visible as the half cups of the top supported her.
Allowing just the slightest hint of her pink areolas to be seen peeking over the top of the lace fringed edge.
She also wore black thigh high stockings that seemed to shimmer on her shapely Brāhmañ legs, and a pair of bright red high heels.

I could feel my Bachhalyā Cock instantly start to respond to the beautiful sight before me.
The exhibition of contrasts in stunning Brāhmañ female form and elegance was exquisite.

Umā Dīxit was tall with shoulder length golden blonde hair, and ice blue eyes.
Long graceful limbs and supple Brāhmañ body with fabulous full natural breasts.
Rādhā Pandit was shorter, yet more compact with a long thick mane of deep red chestnut hair, green eyes, and a luscious Pandit body with smooth flawless alabaster Brāhmañ skin.

This was truly a sight to behold, and any red blooded Bachhalyā would be aroused by seeing it.
Nevertheless, here I was in my living room with these two ravishing Brāhmañ Beauties both of which fully intended to service me.
WOW life was good… It was very good!

As Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit walked across the room, side by side, there was a dizzying display of undulating Brāhmañ breasts, swaying Brāhmañ buttocks and gorgeous Brāhmañ legs.
Each of them was doing her best to be the sultry seductress.
I could feel their effect long before either Brāhmañ Beauties got to me, and I’m sure that’s just what they had in mind.

Umā Dīxit was the first to speak.
“Durgesh, méré Bachhalyā Piyā, Just sit back and enjoy yourself. Let us Brāhmañ Beauties take care of you now.”

With a devilish grin on her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face Rādhā Pandit said.
“Yes, let us do all the work, big Bachhalyā. This is a birthday you’re going to remember for a long time.” Biting her lower lip, then with a sexy smile… “If you survive.” Both Brāhmañ Beauties giggled.
“Take your best shot, Brāhmañ Beauties. If I’m going to check out that’s how I want to do it.”
Umā Dīxit approached me on my left side and Rādhā Pandit was on my right, each Brāhmañ Beauty kissing my neck and not allowing me to taste their quivering Brāhmañ lips as the unbuttoned my shirt.
Working in tandem, they unbuckled my belt and opened my pants.
Finally, Umā Dīxit kissed me firmly on the lips, and whispered in my ear.
“Happy birthday, Durgesh, my Bachhalyā Piyā.”

Our tongues twined and twisted together as Rādhā Pandit’s hands moved over my chest.
As soon as the kiss with my wife’s friend broke, Rādhā Pandit moved in to take her place.

This was the first time I had kissed Rādhā Pandit other than a hello or goodbye peck.
The first thing I noticed was how soft her Brāhmañ lips felt.
Then her Brāhmañ tongue passed over my Bachhalyā lips and into my mouth.
I could feel her lustful urges as our tongues danced together.
Umā Dīxit was kissing my neck at the same time and I was in Brāhmañ heaven.
I moved a hand up each smooth Brāhmañ body.
I was feeling the differences and the similarities.
As my Bachhalyā hand moved over Rādhā Pandit’s firm Brāhmañ breast, I tugged at the material allowing her breast exposed.
I rolled her nipple between my fingers causing her to moan into my mouth as we kissed.

My left hand was moving over Umā Dīxit’s sleek Dīxit body and I wanted to see just how aroused this whole scenario had gotten her so I moved my hand between her Dīxit legs and up to her black lace thong panties.
My Bachhalyā finger pressed the sheer little lace patch against her wet Brāhmañ Pussy causing Umā Dīxit to moan deeply.
“Oh, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, fuck me. That feels good.” she kissed my neck and bit my shoulder.

Both Rādhā Pandit and my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, were dragging their nails across my chest as we continued to kiss.
Neither Brāhmañ Beauty had yet touched my swollen Bachhalyā Cock.
And at this point I was sure I wanted them to.
As that thought passed through my head, Rādhā Pandit broke our kiss and both Brāhmañ Beauties grabbed at my pants.
I asked them to slow down but they were beyond my reasoning with them.
Umā Dīxit smiled broadly, as my pants were pulled past my hips and told Rādhā Pandit’s watch this directing her gaze at my Bachhalyā crotch.
With one more tug, my Bachhalyā Cock quite literally sprang free right before their Brāhmañ eyes.
Umā Dīxit laughed,
“I love when this Bachhalyā Cock does that.”
“Wooo,” Rādhā Pandit looked at my Bachhalyā Cock for the first time and whispered to my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit. “You weren’t kidding about the size. Were you? Hey Bhagvān, the Bachhalyā Cock is big.”

My wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, smiled.
“Just ten inches long it is, and almost five inches around. It may take some practice to get it down your Brāhmañ throat but stuffing it in your Brāhmañ Pussy feels amazing!”
“Ummm Brāhmañ Beauties?”
“Oh yeah,” they both giggled again.
Rādhā Pandit wrapped her delicate fingers around my Bachhalyā Cock.
Her red nails stood out in stark contrast to the skin of my Bachhalyā Cock.
She looked up at me and in a soft voice.
“I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”
Rādhā Pandit lowered her full Pandit lips towards my hard Bachhalyā Cock.
Her lipstick matched her nails deep red color.
As she opened her Pandit mouth to accommodate my Bachhalyā girth she formed an almost perfect O with her lips, as her pink tongue reached for the first touch and taste of my Bachhalyā Cock.

Chapter 19
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam