Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat:4
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‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
<a Durgesh
Chapter 4
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv
Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
Early in our Live in relationship, Prabhā Shuklā and I both had good jobs and no kids, so we had money to spare.
We bought a big house out in the sticks and gave lots of parties.
The Brāhmañs criticized Prabhā Shuklā very much that she lived in relationship with a Dalit ultimately.
Prabhā Shuklā laughed.
“I live in relationship with a Bachhalyā. Durgesh is a Bachhalyā and the original husband of us all the Brahmkanyās and the Brahmāñīs even. We the Brahmkanyās, and the Brahmāñīs even; are made for Durgesh only, and for no one else.”
Narottam Trivedī could not bear it any more.
His own younger sister Prabhā Trivedī was also living in relationship with this Bachhalyā, Durgesh, the Muslimātramañ.
“I’m unable to understand why the extremely beautiful Brahmkanyās, and the extremely beautiful Brahmāñīs even, crave for this dirty dalit Bachhalyā. He doesn’t love them. He is obsessed with fucking the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.”
Prabhā Trivedī looked contemptuously at his elder communal Brāhmañ brother.
Sixty four years of the Independence of India even, could not change some Communals.
The Musalmīn were top of them, but the Brāhmañs were also not far behind.
Narottam Trivedī always disliked the Brahmkanyās marrying the Bachhalyās while it was the prevalent trend now.
The Brahmkanyās were fighting bitterly with the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties to have Bachhalyās as their husbands.
If it was not possible, the Brahmkanyās were living with the Bachhalyās even in Live in relationships, in a large number now.
After one particular sexy night, the two of us ended up at the end of the evening sprawled on the floor with our nude bodies in front of the fire.
The only other person left was one of her friends from University.
Umā Dīxit was a stunner.
Prabhā Shuklā had only renewed contact when she tracked her down for the wedding.
She was delighted to find she had recently moved back to her hometown.
It seemed that at University the pair was real hell-raisers.
I could believe that seeing Umā Dīxit in action.
Almost six feet tall before she put on her spike heels, she had the figure of a gymnast, well muscled with tight Dīxit Brāhmañ buttocks, flat stomach and pert Brāhmañ breasts.
She knew she looked good and dressed to show it.
On that night, she was in a very tight short skirt and a low cut blouse.
I could see through the loose fabric and knew Umā Dīxit had no bra.
Almost every time I saw her, she had on equally provocative clothing, which covered but hid nothing.
Watching her dance was quite an experience.
Dancing with her was unforgettable.
More than once she had pulled me up to dance and left, me exhausted by her sheer Dīxit Brāhmañ energy and aroused by her sensual Dīxit Brāhmañ grace.
I have seen other Bachhalyās quickly excuse themselves from a dance so that they could adjust their clothing to hide highly visible Bachhalyā erections.
Umā Dīxit of course knew exactly what she was doing and took great delight in the effect she had.
She had to win a Bachhalyā for her from the extremely sexy Musalmān Beauties.
It was not a joke.
Brother Narottam Trivedī was a foolish man.
Most of the Brāhmañs were not far better than Musalmīn even.
They thought their being Brāhmañs was more than enough.
They must be respected by every non Brāhmañ.
Nonsense.
As Musalmīn were idiots, so were the Brāhmañs too.
Actually, most of the Savarñs were the same.
Only the Shūdrs were progressing now fast.
It was natural therefore that the Savarñās were after the laborious, intelligent, practical and progressive Shūdrs.
Prabhā Trivedī had belligerently announced,
‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’
‘Only Savarñā wife, none else, is constituted for a Shūdr.’
—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was furious,
“What nonsense, Prabhā Dīdī? We won’t allow it on any cost.”
“Are you crazy, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? We Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs and Savarñās are delivering you Musalmān Beauties all the Brāhmañs, all the Xatriýs and all the Vaishýs expressly arranged beautifully on diamond plates. Take all of them, educated, intelligent and sophisticated.”
“Educated, intelligent and sophisticated, my foot.” Kħadījah Muħammad was also furious, “Prabhā Trivedī, Don’t try to play games with us Musalmān Beauties. Your damned diamonds plates don’t include Durgesh and the Bachhalyās.”
“Well, both of them are originally made for us Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even. You can go through our history ab initio.” Prabhā Trivedī smiled innocently.
“And what about the rest of the Hindus?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked sarcastically.
“You mean Shūdrs? Well,
‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’
‘Only Savarñā wife, none else, is constituted for a Shūdr.’
—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157”
Prabhā Trivedī winked at them cunningly.
“Prabhā Dīdī!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gritted her teeth, “it won’t be so easy as you think. Okay, we’d war with you on the battle field.”
“You are forgetting the Shūdr Kanyās and the Shūdrāñīs.” Prabhā Trivedī kept on smiling, “You have already to accommodate or fight with them for Brāhmañs and Savarñs Live in relationship Partners. According to Manu Smr’ti, actually they have to marry the Shūdr Kanyās and the Shūdrāñīs too. ”
“The hell with your Manu Smr’ti.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouted, “Did you hear, Prabhā Trivedī Dīdī?”
Prabhā Trivedī laughed triumphantly.***
Pāndu Karosiā knew very well that even though Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī were Communist Brāhmañs, the traditional Brāhmañs still believed it was their humiliation.
They were so Communals.
He was always prepared for the bad news that Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Joshī could leave him anytime to join my bed.
“Durgesh would never do that for traditional Brāhmañs.” Madrī Chatterjī smiled to Pāndu Karosiā.
“Durgesh can do anything to keep the self dignity of his Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partners.”
“They have nothing to do with us.”Kuntī Pandit also seconded Madrī Chatterjī.
“Yes, they do.”Pāndu Karosiā said, “I’m surprised why Durgesh hasn’t done something degrading to us already. You have given three sons to me, Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī has given me two sons. While I had to change my 1008 Brāhmañ secretaries how many times, I can’t even recall it.”
Kuntī Pandit smiled.
“Because Durgesh had fucked them?”
“Without any exception. He thinks I’m a bad guy and I don’t deserve any woman companion whether Brāhmañ or else.”
“Why do you want Brāhmañ women as your sex partners?”Madrī Chatterjī teased him, “To satisfy your communal sexual lust?”
“Why shouldn’t I? The Brāhmañs have always humiliated us sweepers.”
“Well, you are not sweeper now. You are Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Indrprasth Creations.”
“But our forefathers were really sweepers once.”
“What difference does it make?”
Pāndu Karosiā couldn’t answer it rationally.
Arjun Karosiā could not believe his ears.
Brahm Pānchāl Creations had announced Swayamvar of Draupadī Pandit ultimately.
Draupadī Pandit was extraordinary beautiful.
They said Draupadī Pandit already had her sexual relations with me.
Yet, still the Swayamvar was announced.
“Mom,” Arjun Karosiā asked his mother, Kuntī Pandit, “You said you’ve watched your niece, Draupadī Pandit, fucking Durgesh herself.”
“Yes, so what?”Kuntī Pandit smiled, “Durgesh was fucking me when she suddenly entered my bedroom.”
Arjun Karosiā had, as if fallen from sky.
“What? Durgesh was… Durgesh was fucking youuuu?”
“Yes, me and Madrī Chatterjī both, simultaneously.”
“So,…so dad is mistaken that Durgesh hasn’t done anything mischievous with you and Madrī Joshī Mom?”
Kuntī Pandit laughed.
“Arjun Karosiā, my dear boy, act your age. You are twenty eight already. Durgesh fucked us after our marriage with your dad, even before our Suhāg Rāt, our Golden Night, with your dad.”
“Hey Paramātmā.”
Kuntī Pandit smiled triumphantly,
“We both are extremely beautiful and Durgesh couldn’t afford not to fuck us.”
“Hey Prabhu.”
“Why are you so surprised? Doesn’t our Brāhmañ beauty deserve Durgesh’s lovemaking with us?”
Arjun Karosiā was surprised to find that his Communist Brāhmañ mother was hurt somewhat finding her own son was not paying optimum tribute to her exquisite excellent Brāhmañ beauty.
Arjun Karosiā immediately controlled himself.
He was trying to see his Communist Brāhmañ mother in her true light, perhaps for the first time.
How different she was from other traditional Brāhmañs.
Yes, even traditional Brāhmañ ladies did not speak truth always to their husband.
Yet, cheating their husband was not so normal for them, as it was normal for Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī.
Had Communism elevated their character from other normal traditional Brāhmañ ladies?
Arjun Karosiā did not think so.
Kuntī Pandit was proud of the fact that Durgesh fucked both of them and their husband Pāndu Karosiā didn’t believe it.
He still thought they were his loyal Communist Brāhmañ wives.
Loyal?
My foot, Arjun Karosiā thought.***
Other Brāhmañ Wives and Brāhmañ girlfriends were less happy, although some were amused by their Bachhalyā partner’s discomfort, especially those dragged from the room a few minutes later for a robust quickie in a quiet corner.
Others saw her, and frequently described her, as a lowlife tramp.
Such people were not invited to our parties again if Prabhā Shuklā had anything to do with it.
At work, she had a similar impact, although she wasn’t quite so outrageously dressed.
Normally she wore a trouser suit.
Had you seen it on a hanger, it would have looked suitable for a Bachhalyā, but once she was wearing it, any thought of masculinity, other than your own, vanished.
The jacket would emphasize her slim waist then flare out over her broad Brāhmañ buttocks.
It was almost always cut short, emphasizing her hard firm Shuklā Brāhmañ backside, each cheek clearly defined by tight fitting trousers.
Typically she wore the jacket buttoned, fastening just below her Brāhmañ breasts.
I could never see a bra, but somehow the Brāhmañ breasts would be uplifted, making them even more magnificent, with a deep cleavage.
Meeting her for coffee in town was always fun.
When she walked in, my eyes would follow her across the room as if magnetized and not a few Brāhmañ Beauties too.
She simply oozed her Shuklā Brāhmañ sexuality for me from her every Shuklā Brāhmañ pore.
Prabhā Shuklā knew it but would blithely ignore all the looks and stride over to me, bending forward to hold my head in one hand before kissing me on my Bachhalyā lips, flashing her Shuklā Brāhmañ cleavage at me as if by accident, but we both knew better.
I could feel every eye on me then, radiating sheer jealousy and hatred from Communal Brāhmañs that I, a Bachhalyā, was the one with her, the one she touched.
On this evening, we lay sprawled on the floor with our nude bodies, staring into the fire.
The party had finished long ago, but we were comfortable and still had that pleasant buzz that comes from just great nonstop sex, taken at just the right interval.
I was especially relaxed, with Prabhā Shuklā on one side and Umā Dīxit on the other, their heads leaning against my shoulder.
Whichever way I looked, I saw a sexy Brāhmañ Beauty.
From my angle, I had a splendid view of Umā Dīxit‘s Dīxit Brāhmañ breasts,
They were standing firm without any sign of sagging.
Looking the other way I had a similar view of Prabhā Shuklā’s, slightly larger but softer and fuller.
Umā Dīxit’s skirt had slid up, so that almost her full length of leg was exposed.
I could just see the briefest sign of her panties.
Prabhā Shuklā had on a long soft summery dress, very sheer and I could see her long firm legs through the soft fabric, again with the tiny triangle of her panties visible.
I could have sat there all night, my arms around these glorious Brāhmañ Beauties but the music stopped.
Neither of them made any move.
Then Prabhā Shuklā nudged me to change the DVD.
Reluctantly I got up, and moved to the DVD player.
I turned round to ask what they wanted and saw that the two of them had shuffled up leaving me no room.
They lay back against the sofa, arms around each other, Prabhā Shuklā resting her head on Umā Dīxit’s shoulder with her eyes closed.
I left them to it and put on something soft and smooth.
As I turned back, I saw that Prabhā Shuklā was idly playing with the fabric of Umā Dīxit’s blouse. It had come out from her skirt and rumpled up exposing her firm flat midriff.
“Hey Bhagvān.” said Prabhā Shuklā suddenly, “you’ve got a belly button ring. Let me see, let me see.”
“That’s not all.” giggled Umā Dīxit. “I have other piercings too.”
“You, Dīxit Brāhmañ bitch, Show me, show me. Show our Bachhalyā lover simultaneously.”
Umā Dīxit unbuttoned her blouse and took it off altogether, to reveal that her left nipple had also been pierced.
“I also have one here.” she said, pointing to her Brāhmañ crotch.
Prabhā Shuklā’s eyes widened.
“What? I have to see that. Didn’t it hurt?”
Umā Dīxit looked over to me, still holding the DVD case in my hand, with pride, then at Prabhā Shuklā.
“Are you sure?” she asked significantly.
Prabhā Shuklā nodded excitedly, her lips parted and slightly engorged, her breath coming quickly and her nostrils flaring.
“What about you, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā?” asked Umā Dīxit, looking at me.
I simply spread my hands and shrugged before pointing at Prabhā Shuklā.
“It’s her call.”
There was no way I was going say no to this gorgeous Brāhmañ creature stripping off in front of me.
Yet, they called me only Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam!
Wasn’t it a tyranny on me?
Umā Dīxit stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor, before stepping out of the tiniest pair of briefs I had ever seen on her.
She turned to face us, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic Dīxit Brāhmañ hair before gently spreading the lips of her Brāhmañ Pussy and exposing a ring through the hood of her Brāhmañ Clitoris and two others through the Brāhmañ labia.
I winced, but Prabhā Shuklā sat up with fascination.
“Can I touch?” she asked her voice husky.
I recognized that tone, it meant she was highly aroused.
Umā Dīxit simply nodded, breathing harshly.
Prabhā Shuklā knelt in front of her.
Neither of them were looking at me, Umā Dīxit was watching Prabhā Shuklā intensely while Prabhā Shuklā had her whole attention on the rings in Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips.
Umā Dīxit sat down on the sofa, legs spread wide.
Prabhā Shuklā reached out and gently twisted Umā Dīxit’s nipple ring.
Umā Dīxit cupped one of Prabhā Shuklā’s Brāhmañ breasts in her hand and tweaked the nipple.
Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples were very sensitive and doing that normally moved her very quickly into high gear so I was surprised and not a little turned on to see the same thing happen when a Brāhmañ Beauty did it.
Prabhā Shuklā moved closer, looking up into Umā Dīxit’s face then drew it down towards her and kissed her deeply.
The two pulled apart again, breathing hard.
Prabhā Shuklā sat back on her heels and gently parted Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips before leaning forward again and blowing across the clearly engorged Brāhmañ Clitoris.
She flicked at the Brāhmañ Clit ring and Umā Dīxit shivered with pleasure.
She leant forward and flicked again at the ring, this time with her exquisite Brāhmañ tongue.
I could see it flicking in and out, probing into Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy, working at each piercing in turn.
Both of them were breathing heavily by now and fully aroused.
I could see a flush spreading across Umā Dīxit’s neck and down across her Brāhmañ breasts.
I moved slightly to see better and could see that Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples were hard and full, standing out like marbles.
I rarely saw her so aroused.
Without looking at me, Prabhā Shuklā stood and pulled Umā Dīxit up from the sofa and led her to the door without a word.
It was as if I had vanished from the room.
As they went out, Umā Dīxit looked over her shoulder and held out her hand for me to follow, which rather proudly I did.
Prabhā Shuklā led Umā Dīxit up the stairs.
I stood back and savored the view as they went, arms around each other’s waist,
Prabhā Shuklā was caressing Umā Dīxit’s tight naked backside.
It was an entrancing sight, and I knew that even tonight, I was not to be just a voyeur.
We got to the bedroom, Prabhā Shuklā still watching me, entirely focused on Umā Dīxit.
She threw back the covers on the large bed, took Umā Dīxit’s hand and pulled her down so that they lay side by side, facing each other.
From my position, I could see them hip to hip, groin to groin, Brāhmañ breast to Brāhmañ breast, face to face.
I stiffened as they slowly caressed each other, each movement mirrored by the other.
Umā Dīxit ran her fingers lightly over each of Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples in turn while Prabhā Shuklā gently squeezed Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ breasts in her hands before running her hand down Umā Dīxit’s flat firm stomach and sliding a finger gently between her legs, teasing at the Brāhmañ Clit ring.
Umā Dīxit was panting already.
She lay back, parting her legs to allow Prabhā Shuklā’s questing, probing fingers to work their way further into her.
Prabhā Shuklā drew them out then kissed and tasted them one by one before gently feeding them back in.
I watched with pride as Umā Dīxit writhed with pleasure, her skin flushed, nipples hard and Brāhmañ labia swollen.
I knew they both were craving for me, actually, for a Bachhalyā.
Most of the Brāhmañ Beauties were craving for the Bachhalyās now, fighting bitterly with the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.
They had to.
Musalmān Beauties were not leaving even the Bachhalyās for the Brāhmañ Beauties.
They wanted to invade the exclusive territories of the Brāhmañ Beauties even.
Brāhmañ Beauties, naturally, had to fight furiously with the extremely shameless extremely ravenous Musalmān Beauties to keep Bachhalyās to themselves.
It was the question of their own existence.
They had already given their Brāhmañ males to Musalmān Beauties.
How communal the Brāhmañ males were.
Where they wanted grossly impractical morals from Brāhmañ Beauties, they were falling head on foot for entirely shameless aggression of Musalmān Beauties on themselves.
The entirely useless Brāhmañ males with the Brāhmañ Beauties were fucking Musalmān Beauties as if the bears had gone mad.
Well, the Brāhmañ Beauties had no complaints.
They had their Bachhalyā lovers even more aggressive on their own Brāhmañ genitals.
I could take no more so stood up and undressed, freeing my rigid Bachhalyā shaft, swollen almost to bursting and began stroking it gently in time with Prabhā Shuklā’s own increasingly frantic fingering.
By now, Umā Dīxit was trembling and I watched as an orgasm grew to possess her whole Dīxit Brāhmañ body.
She threw her head back, keening in ecstasy.
Prabhā Shuklā did not let up though and kept her at this level for several minutes before slowly allowing her to subside.
She didn’t stop entirely and soon had Umā Dīxit groaning with pleasure again, her body rigid.
Prabhā Shuklā brought her to orgasm four times more, before relenting and letting her collapse exhaustedly on to the bed.
I watched in amazement as Prabhā Shuklā, admittedly a very passionate Brāhmañ Beauty, showed such skill in bringing her friend to such heights of pleasure.
“Now it’s my turn.” said Prabhā Shuklā.
Umā Dīxit looked at her wide-eyed.
“I don’t know if I have the energy,” she gasped.
“Nonsense — a good orgasm gives you energy.” Prabhā Shuklā threw herself back on the bed, legs apart.
I could see she was thoroughly aroused, her Brāhmañ labia as engorged as Umā Dīxit’s and her chest was flushed.
Umā Dīxit sat up and looked across at me.
“Bachhalyā Piyā, Durgesh, I hope you are enjoying the Brāhmañ show. Yes, we are the coldest women they say, but you can see yourself. We are not coldest even for you. The Brāhmañs blame us for their own impractical pseudo moral demands and shortcomings.”
Umā Dīxit laughed, before kneeling and gently stroking Prabhā Shuklā’s Brāhmañ breasts, pinching one nipple while kissing the other, tongue swirling around the erect nipple, lapping at the soft skin just under each Brāhmañ breast before gently blowing on the engorged nipples again.
As she bent forward to do this, her Brāhmañ bottom rose up, exposing her own Brāhmañ Pussy, still warm and moistly pink from her exertions.
As she kissed and tickled her way down Prabhā Shuklā’s body, I watched her Brāhmañ buttocks swing from side to side.
In the end I could stand it no longer and stood up, moving towards her.
Prabhā Shuklā saw me as if for the first time and seeing her glance my way, Umā Dīxit looked back and saw me hovering, my Bachhalyā Lund standing to attention.
“Go on then.”
Waiting no longer, I seized Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ buttocks as they swung in front of me before thrusting my own swollen Bachhalyā Lund hard into her soft moist Brāhmañ Choot, feeling the Brāhmañ labia rings rubbing against my highly sensitized Bachhalyā shaft.
She cried out and redoubled her efforts to bring Prabhā Shuklā to orgasm as I in turn pumped away at her.
I was so aroused by now that I fucked both of them furiously one after another.
“Hey Bhagvān— Hey Bhagvān.”Both Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit were madly pushing their glorious gorgeous white Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude male Bachhalyā lap, swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund into their Brāhmañ Choots, entirely unashamed of them.
Their Brāhmañ Cunts were sucking my Bachhalyā Lund ravenously.
I fucked Prabhā Shuklā nonstop for hours.
She was on her knees and I was hammering Prabhā Shuklā from her behind.
At first Prabhā Shuklā herself was aggressive.
She pushed her buttocks back in wild savage movements for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes defeating even me in my lust for her.
Her lust for me was fiercer.
But, after all, Prabhā Shuklā was a Shuklā Brāhmañ Beauty.
She couldn’t compete with my immensely ever increasing Bachhalyā lust for her.
Her Brāhmañ lust for me soon satisfied, nude I rode on nude Prabhā Shuklā.
“Hey Bhagvān— Hey Bhagvān, no Durgesh, please. That’s more than enough for me. I’m not your ever ravenous Musalmān Beauty. I’m your Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partner. I can’t have so much aggressive nonstop sex with you. Fuck now Umā Dīxit, please.”
I smiled agreeing to grant her request.
Suddenly Prabhā Shuklā screamed as she came and as she came so did I, thrusting hard into Prabhā Shuklā, slapping my hips into her cheeks, letting everything go at once.
I heard Prabhā Shuklā call out too, then she collapsed under me and I came out.
I immediately poked my Bachhalyā Lund into Umā Dīxit’s eagerly waiting Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.
Umā Dīxit’s arms were wrapped around her, clasping her tightly.
She smiled at me,
“Thank you, Durgesh, my Bachhalyā Piyā.”
“It’s my pleasure, Mérī Jān.” I kissed Umā Dīxit on her beautiful quivering Dīxit Brāhmañ lips and started fucking her furiously, resuming my pace.
Umā Dīxit was also aggressive at first, but after twenty or twenty five minutes at the most, Umā Dīxit also surrendered to me.
I fucked Umā Dīxit also nonstop wildly as I had fucked Prabhā Shuklā.
I fucked them alternatively.
But even then, they couldn’t accompany me any more.
Prabhā Shuklā called her Brāhmañ friends first to help her to satisfy her Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was startled,
“My husband will kill me, Prabhā. You should have told me on the mobile.”
“Hey, you requested me to share Durgesh with you.” Prabhā Shuklā rebuked Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
Extremely beautiful Brahm Mahimā Sharmā blushed.
“Yes, I did. But—”
“But what?” Prabhā Shuklā scolded Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
“Well, I never thought you’d really share Durgesh ever with me.”
“Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, you idiot. Why did you request me for what you never wanted to do? I need help from you to satisfy Durgesh. We both are exhausted. And Durgesh still needs a Brāhmañ Cunt.”
“Brāhmañ Cunt?” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was blushing, “Why Brāhmañ Cunt especially? Let me call Ghazālah Siddīqī. She’d love to satisfy Durgesh. You know Ghazālah Siddīqī raped Ram Chandr.”
“Ram Chandr Bhaiyā? Nooooooooo. Ghazālah Siddīqī raped him? Hey Bhagvān the Maryādā Purushottam Bhagvān Ram of today is raped by our modern Shūrpñakhā? Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī, he’d never forgive you. ”***
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl watched me gravely,
“Well, Ghazālah Siddīqī is not the ever first Musalmān Beauty who raped me.”
“I see.”
“How did you know?”
I couldn’t tell him that his own wife had told me that.
I had surmised till then that any such revelation to him might destroy Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s marriage with him.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl was one of those Hindus who lived in imaginary world of their own mental creations.
They wanted their own houseladies to be Bhagvatī Sītā Rāvañi Paulastý whether they themselves were Lord Ram or not.
The revelation that his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, had even only expressed her desire to share me with her friend and Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā, could destroy Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s marriage.
The fact that his own sister Prabhā Shuklā pushed his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, on nude me, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s unprepared quivering Sharmā Brāhmañ lips brushed against my Bachhalyā shaft, would certainly could be harmful to Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
My Bachhalyā shaft was anointed with Prabhā Shuklā’s Shuklā Brāhmañ vaginal juices, my Bachhalyā Vīrý and Umā Dīxit’s Dīxit Brāhmañ vaginal juices.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s Sharmā Brāhmañ lips when brushed against my Bachhalyā shaft, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth inadvertently opened in wild surprise.
It resulted in my entire Bachhalyā Lund entering her Sharmā Brāhmañ mouth involuntarily to her throat.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā gagged.
She never had any penis before in her mouth.
Neither she had ever imagined she’d have any.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā hated it very much.
No oral sex, please.
The Musalmān Beauties, Christian Beauties, Jew Beauties and other Beauties not only did it, so many of them even loved it.
Well, the bitches loved anal sex even.
Hey Bhagvān!
Yes, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā is modern.
Ultra modern even.
Yet, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā could never imagine sucking a penis or having it in her sacred Brāhmañ ass.
Hey Bhagvān!
Can’t they even imagine Western Culture without, oral sex, anal sex, lesbians, gays, and etcetera?
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā didn’t know she had swallowed my entire Bachhalyā Lund into her exquisite excellent Sharmā Brāhmañ mouth and without realizing what she was doing, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was sucking it passionately.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both looked it, looked at each other significantly and smiled.
They started undressing Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
They didn’t know Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was not doing it in her senses.
She was actually thinking against it furiously, while practically she was herself sucking me fiercely as if in trance.
It had gone to almost half an hour, Prabhā Shuklā’s Bhābhī and friend Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was sucking my Bachhalyā Lund madly, wildly and savagely.
She was so engrossed in her thinking that Brahm Mahimā Sharmā never realized even her Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā and her Nanad’s friend Umā Dīxit were undressing her for me.
When Brahm Mahimā Sharmā realized it, it was too late.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was also nude now as her Nanad Prabhā Shuklā, I, and her Nanad’s friend, Umā Dīxit was already.
She was as if fallen from sky,
“What — what did — why the hell did you undress me?”
Prabhā Shuklā laughed,
“It’s alright, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī. We promise we’d never tell it to Ram Chandr Bhaiyā. Just help us, yaar.”
“What? What do you mean? How dare you?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t tease us, please. You’ve already sucked Durgesh for almost half an hour. Now go ahead and fuck him.”
With this, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit lifted nude Brahm Mahimā Sharmā up and made her to sit on my Bachhalyā Lund.
“Noooooooooooo.” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā protested, “Nooooooooo, please.”
But my throbbing Bachhalyā Lund was already into Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s already wet Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot.
It slipped easily right to my groin.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was startled and dumbfounded.
She never even imagined it could happen ever.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit laughed and started raising Brahm Mahimā Sharmā up and down on my sky rocketing Bachhalyā Lund.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was straddling on my nude waist.
My Bachhalyā Lund was growing longer, thicker and stronger into her ravenous Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot, with every passionate penetration.”
“Your brother would kill me, Prabhā Shuklā, Umā Dīxit, what are you doing? Stop it.” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā shouted.
But Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both could see very well, her Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot was ravenously greeting my Bachhalyā Lund into her.
Her words and her body did not tally.
To test it completely, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other, conspired in their eyes mutually, silently, and raising Brahm Mahimā Sharmā and making her to sit on my Bachhalyā Lund, swallowing it entirely, for twenty minutes more, they slowly removed their hands.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was again in trance.
She continued her up and down movements, even increasing the pace, all the while protesting it,
“Nooooooooooooo, no, please, Prabhā Shuklā, Umā Dīxit, what are you doing? Stop it, please. I can’t cheat your brother. I can’t cheat Ram Chandr.”
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was fucking me fiercely now, passionately, madly and wildly.
Umā Dīxit watched her incredulously,
“Prabhā Shuklā, is she really in trance?”
“What do you mean?” Prabhā Shuklā was all alert suddenly.
“Can’t she act to be in trance?”
“Why? Where’s the need?”
“Yes, I think so. There isn’t any need for her to act to be in trance. But watch her. How naturally, how savagely, your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, is fucking your Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner.”
“Well, I’d be damned.” Prabhā Shuklā exclaimed, “You are right.”
“Watch her pace.”
“It continues to increase with every penetration.” Prabhā Shuklā said, not looking at Umā Dīxit.
“Every Bachhalyā penetration.” Umā Dīxit winked at Prabhā Shuklā, “Your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, herself wanted to fuck your Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner fiercely in her subconscious.”
“True, but I can’t blame her.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý duly blackmailed Durgesh to fuck her. Brahm Mahimā Sharmā is at least better. Isn’t she?”
“That was another case.”
“Was it?” Prabhā Shuklā smiled sarcastically at Umā Dīxit.
“Of course. Ammījān wanted a son from my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý. Brahmānand Bhaiyā lacks Y-chromosomes. To save her marriage, what else my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý could do? I do appreciate her bold step.”
“Yet, she isn’t pregnant even yet.” Prabhā Shuklā smiled sarcastically.
“Hey, what do you mean? You sound somewhat sinister.” Umā Dīxit smiled significantly.
“My dear dumb girl, your Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý has stopped sleeping with your Brahmānand Bhaiyā. Hasn’t she?”
“She is angry with him.”
“Why?”
“Brahmānand Bhaiyā didn’t leave her another option except to blackmail Durgesh.”
“Umā Dīxit, idiot, Hasn’t Brahmānand Bhaiyā openly announced that he doesn’t need any child at all?”
“Because Ammījān was already doing what he had to do.”
“Why are you so against your own brother?”
“He never helped his helpless wife, my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý. He could have fought with Ammījān for his wife’s honor. Couldn’t he?”
“You mean Brahmānand Bhaiyā never opposed Ammījān?” Prabhā Shuklā asked incredulously.
“I think your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, would fuck Durgesh now till infinity.” Umā Dīxit was suddenly furious.
Prabhā Shuklā also watched her wristwatch.
“Hey Bhagvān, she is fucking Durgesh for seven hours already. ”
“And—she is still in trance.” Umā Dīxit commented wryly, “she is still protesting us not to force her.”
“Should we shake her out of her trance?” Prabhā Shuklā asked.
“Why? Let her fuck him till she wants to.”
“Umā Dīxit, you idiot, I’m serious.”
“My Brāhmañ Cunt now again needs his Bachhalyā Lund.”
“Hey Bhagvān, Umā Dīxit—”
“Well, I can’t help it.”
“Okay, fuck Durgesh when Bhābhī is finished with him.”
“I don’t think she’d ever finish.”
“Nonsense.”
“Want some lesbian sex?”
“No,” Prabhā Shuklā retorted, “I also want Durgesh inside me now.”
“After me.”
“Okay, after you. I’d wait.”
“Till infinity?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be so impatient.”***
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā continued to fuck me even after five hours more.
She had stopped protesting but her fierce fucking had gone fiercer with every penetration.
I was alert now.
“Call Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, Prabhā Shuklā.” Suddenly I said.
“What?” Prabhā Shuklā almost jumped.
“She is enjoying now.”
“She is enjoying ab initio.”Umā Dīxit said curtly, “Hey, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī, now finish your game, please. You are not alone here. Moreover, Durgesh is not your Live in relationship Partner. He is your Bachhalyā Nandoī only.”
I watched Umā Dīxit gravely and called Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ myself.
Prabhā Shuklā looked at me as if I had gone mad.
“You think there is some psychopathic problem?”
“It’s not normal.”
“The bitch is taking her revenge.” Umā Dīxit announced.
“Revenge?” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ watched her carefully, “You’ve done something wrong with her?”
“Well, she is our sister in law.” Prabhā Shuklā explained, “It was only some mutual teasing. We teased her. Now, Umā Dīxit thinks she is teasing us instead.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was suddenly all alert,
“Tell me everything, please, right from the beginning. Don’t skip even an infinitesimal detail.”
“Farīdah, you mean—”
“I doubt what you suspect is true.”
“Farīdah.” I was dumfounded.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other, then Prabhā Shuklā asked suspiciously,
“What do you suspect, my Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Let the Doctor check her first.” I said gravely.
After a thorough checking of three hours, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ announced.
“What Durgesh suspected is absolutely true. She has gone in trance to a no return level.”
“What?” Prabhā Shuklā was startled, “A no return level? What do you mean?”
Umā Dīxit was watching Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ incredulously.
“She did not want to fuck Durgesh. But you made her straddling Durgesh and to fuck him. She didn’t want to oppose her Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā. Her subconscious fought with her consciousness. Her subconscious constantly opposed but when you both constantly kept on what you were doing, ultimately her subconscious has surrendered. Now, she has another level of normalcy.”
“Another level of normalcy?” Prabhā Shuklā was suddenly all alert now, “What do you mean?”
“Her subconscious has now accepted that it’s natural that she fuck Durgesh. So she is doing it blissfully enjoying its every moment very much. But the problem is that her subconscious refuses now to return to previous state.”
“Whaaaaaat?” Prabhā Shuklā was as if fallen from sky.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ announced gravely,
“I’m sorry. It’s now dangerous to her life if Durgesh stops fucking her. She needs nonstop Durgesh’s Bachhalyā Lund in her Brāhmañ Cunt now. We can’t afford it out ever.”
“What?” Umā Dīxit shouted, “Shāshvat Maithunyog? Nonstop lovemaking forever as Param Purush, the Absolute Man does in Param Vyom, the Absolute Space?”
“I’m very sorry, but— but that’s right.”
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‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 2
The Time Cycle of Everfirst BrāhmKalp
Everfirst Satyug
The mega-failure of the rotten caste system
Durgesh Brahm Asmitā Trivédī
I could not understand what I should do.
A quadruplet of Rāmcharit Mānas was striking my mind repeatedly:
‘Vidhi sanvāri sab bāt bigāđī!’
”The Constitution destroyed it all, after making it very good.’
Åbdullāh looked at me.
“I can’t help it; Abbū has changed his mind now.”
“But why?” Vaqā Yūsuf almost screamed now. Will anyone tell me to how much extent we have to compromise?”
“Vaqā!” I scolded her.
“I’ll not listen to you now.” Vaqā revolted ultimately, “Abbū repeat again and again:
ذَلِكَ الْكِتَابُ لاَ رَيْبَ فِيهِ هُدًى لِّلْمُتَّقِينَ
الَّذِينَ يُؤْمِنُونَ بِالْغَيْبِ وَيُقِيمُونَ الصَّلاةَ وَمِمَّا رَزَقْنَاهُمْ يُنفِقُونَ
والَّذِينَ يُؤْمِنُونَ بِمَا أُنزِلَ إِلَيْكَ وَمَا أُنزِلَ مِن قَبْلِكَ وَبِالآخِرَةِ هُمْ يُوقِنُونَ
‘Dhālikalkitābu lā raib feehi hudallilmuttaqeen, Alladheen yauminoon bilghaibi v’ yuqeemoonassalāt v’ mimmā razqanhum yunfiqoon, valladheen yuaminoon bimā undhila ilaik v’ mā undhil minqablik’
‘This is the book, no doubt in it. It is the guidance for the self controllers, who believe in the unseen and establish prayers and expend out of what We have bestowed on them, who believe in the book We have sent down to you, and in the books sent down before you’.
What does it mean? I ask you, what does it mean.”
Abdullah tried to soothe her.
“Bājī! You love Durgesh but you don’t have even 0.1% patience he has.”
“Abdullah!” Vaqā Yūsuf thundered, “Tell me one thing! Does Abbū want me to return to atheism once again?”
“Bājī!-― Bājī! Please!”
“Why I was sent to study in Oxford University, Åbdullāh? Did Abbū not know what I’ll become when I return from there after completing my studies?”
“You―you raped Durgesh, Bājī! You―”
“He turned down my request. I did not have another option.” Vaqā Yūsuf blazed curtly, “We have talked over it extensively even with Abbā Ħuzoor. Do we have to go through it all over again?”
“Bājī! You don’t know who Durgesh is.”
“I know he is the dream lover of every Oxford Beauty and it is enough for me to know.”
“Bājī! We are Muslims. We are neither the Jews nor Christians. We can’t enjoy the liberty they enjoy.”
“‘Why there are differences among us?
‘Why there are differences among us?
Everybody is making too much fuss.
If I am born in a Hindu family am I responsible for it?
If you are born in a Muslim family are you responsible for it?
If he is born in a Christian family is he responsible?
If she is born in a Jew family is she responsible?
Why can’t we intermarry if we please?
Why can’t we date each other if we please?
Are we all not descendants of Adam and Eve?
If it is not so why do you pretend to believe?
Tear up your divine books if you don’t have any faith in them.
Burn them all if you don’t need any more of them.
Stop the hypocrisy of going church every Sunday.
Stop the hypocrisy of reading Namāz five times a day.
Reciting of Mantrs in the Mandirs haven’t made you a human being if,
Shame on you that you even now claim your belief.
Ved Bible and Qur’an all teach us humanity.
Are their teachings now for you mere futility?
‘We one our nest one’ I’ve found in our divine books.
Please don’t destroy our nest allowing differences and crooks.
Follow the path of love every divine book does preach.
Prosperity and true happiness will not be then out of reach.’
This is what Durgesh say in the matter and it’s being appreciated all over extensively.”
“Nonsense, Vaqā!” I contradicted her vehemently.
“Why nonsense, my dear?” Vaqā Yūsuf turned to me ironically, “This poem is written by you. Don’t tell me you are also one of them who preach something but don’t practice it themselves.”
“Durgesh!” Mādhurī Sharmā drew out her beautiful mouth out of the nude handsome Hindu male lap of Āditý Vanshkār, and addressed me curtly.
“Mādhurī!” Āditý Vanshkār scolded his beautiful journalist Brāhmañ girl friend.
She was licking his Vanshkār Ārý Samājī Penis single mindedly.
Padmink Pāŧhak smiled.
She was all in her glamorous fours.
Agni Prakāsh Charmkār was behind her on his knees.
The Brownish Black Charmkār Penis of Agni Prakāsh Charmkār was invading Padmink Pāŧhak’s attractive Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
“It’s all right, Āditý!” Padminī Pāŧhak laughed at him, “Mādhurī is your girl friend only. She is not your wife still now.”
Āditý Vanshkār was furious.
“Padminī Bhābhī! Please! I respect you because even though you are a Brāhmañ girl, you love Agni very much. Agni is a Charmkār by birth, yet―”
“It’s all right, Āditý!” Mādhurī Sharmā again started to lick his strong Vanshkār Penis.
Āditý Vanshkār looked at her sternly.
What he should do of this Brāhmañ Beauty, he could not understand.
He loved Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore more than he loved this voluptuous Brāhmañ Beauty, Mādhurī Sharmā.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore also loved Āditý Vanshkār very much.
But Mādhurī Sharmā did not allow Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore to marry him.
She wanted to be his Chief Wife.
“You should respect at least Durgesh, Mādhurī Sharmā, even if you don’t respect me.”
“I love you Āditý Vanshkār!” Mādhurī Sharmā winked at him lewdly.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore looked away.
She was a beautiful Rājpūt girl.
It was also not easy for her to marry a Vanshkār Hindu male.
The Vanshkārs were considered very low in Traditional Hindu Society.
Āditý Vanshkār was an Ārý Samājī.
He was not a Traditional Hindu.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore and Mādhurī Sharmā both were Paurāñik Brahm Kanyās.
They were not even Ārý Samājīs.
Suddenly Mādhurī Sharmā swallowed all his Vanshkār Penis into her glorious Paurāñik Brāhmañ mouth and started to suck it vehemently.
Padminī Pāŧhak smiled gravely and filled Agni Prakāsh Charmkār’s nude Charmkār Hindu male lap with her beautiful nude female Brāhmañ Buttocks.
His entire Charmkār Hindu Penis vanished into Padminī Pāŧhak’s striking Brāhmañ Cunt.
Agni Prakāsh Charmkār could not control himself.
He held the beautiful nude Female Brāhmañ Waist of Padminī Pāŧhak with both of his Charmkār Hindu hands, and started to fuck her madly.
Padminī Pāŧhak’s striking Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Cunt was eagerly swallowing Agni Prakāsh Charmkār’s brilliant Charmkār Hindu Penis to the hilt, allowing it to go out till only its head was there, then swallowing again the entire Charmkār Penis eagerly and ravenously somewhat.
It was Padminī Pāŧhak’s decided opinion that the Brāhmañ males did not have enough male sexuality to please Brāhmañ girls.
They can please Årab Muslimāt, Other Muslimāt, Christian Beauties, Jew Beauties, White Beauties, even the Shoodrāntyaj Beauties; but not the Brāhmañ Beauties.
They acted totally different with the Brāhmañ girls.
They wanted them to act more morally than the other Beauties.
They were not practical with the Brāhmañ girls.
Mādhurī Sharmā and Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore both clapped earnestly.
“Padminī Pāŧhak! Congratulations! The Charmkār Hindu Penis is visiting the Brāhmañ Cunt fervently. Both the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt have failed to snatch Agni Prakāsh Charmkār from you.”
Agni Prakāsh Charmkār winked at Mādhurī Sharmā and Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore both.
“Get Āditý Vanshkār also inside you. The Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt are also following him not less than they are following me.”
Vaqā Yūsuf laughed.
“Agni Prakāsh! Durgesh is sufficient for us.”
“For both Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt?” Mādhurī Sharmā laughed and made Āditý Vanshkār mad enough to grab her to fuck her.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore squirmed.
But she could not do anything.
Mādhurī Sharmā was more beautiful than she was.
Moreover, Mādhurī Sharmā had already captured Āditý Vanshkār.
She was not allowing him to come to Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore.
Āditý Vanshkār undressed Mādhurī Sharmā quickly, made her to go to her knees, kissed Mādhurī Sharmā’s beautiful Brāhmañ Cunt, rubbed his strong Vanshkār Hindu Penis’s tip on the pink labial lips of Mādhurī Sharmā, and entered.
Padminī Pāŧhak clapped appreciatively.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore had also to clap.
She could not annoy Mādhurī Sharmā.
Clapping appreciatively, Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore looked at Trivikram Karosiā Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav and Bhīmvikram Charméshvar Gītā Tripāthī.
Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav was the nude Brahmmare of Trivikram Karosiā and Gītā Tripāthī was the nude Brahmmare of Bhīmvikram Charméshvar.
Both Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav and Gītā Tripāthī were extremely beautiful, but Trivikram Karosiā and Bhīmvikram Charméshvar were also not less handsome.
The Brownish Black Hindu Penis of Trivikram Karosiā was invading the Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav fervently and the Brownish Black Charmkār Penis of Bhīmvikram Charméshvar was invading the attractive Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Gītā Tripāthī.
Both the Ārý Samājī Penises were very strong and making the both Pink Traditional Brāhmañ Cunts more and more attractive invading them impatiently.
It was absolutely apparent that both Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav and Gītā Tripāthī were enjoying the Brownish Black Dalit Penises more in their respective Brāhmañ Cunt than Trivikram Karosiā and Bhīmvikram Charméshvar were enjoying the Pink Traditional Brāhmañ Cunts.
Suddenly Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore became aware of Pāndu Karosiā.
He was present there in his two bodies.
In his one body, he was fucking his beautiful Brahmmare, Kuntī Pandit; and in his second equally strong body, he was sodomizing his second equally beautiful Brahmmare Madrī Chatterjī.
Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both winked at Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore.
“You can’t compete with us Brāhmañ Beauties, Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore!” Kuntī Pandit laughed, “Forget Āditý Vanshkār forever. Mādhurī Sharmā will never let you get him.”
“Poor Rājpūt Beauty!” Madrī Chatterjī also laughed, “Go to Rāmdév Tékām, baby! Shikhā Rājpūt will certainly adjust with you. Āditý Vanshkār is now Mādhurī Sharmā’s beloved. She is a lioness; you know it very well yourself.”
“Madrī Chatterjī auntie! Please!” Āditý Vanshkār interfered.
His Vanshkār Penis was invading Mādhurī Sharmā’s Sharmā Brāhmañ Cunt now excitedly.
Kuntī Pandit laughed.
“Madrī Chatterjī is right, Āditý Vanshkār! Why deceive the girl? She loves you at least. Be sincere to her. You are chosen by Mādhurī Sharmā now forever. You can’t give Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore what Rāmdév Tékām can give her. Mādhurī Sharmā will never allow you to do it.”
Mādhurī Sharmā kissed both the Vanshkār male lips of Āditý Vanshkār.
She entered both her crimson female Brāhmañ lips into the Vanshkār male lips of Āditý Vanshkār.
And forgot to remove them.
Āditý Vanshkār’s Brownish Black Vanshkār Penis was coming out of Mādhurī Sharmā’s Pink Brāhmañ Cunt, anointed with her fragrant Brāhmañ Cunt juice, spreading the fragrance and then vanishing all over again ravenously.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore could see that Mādhurī Sharmā had captured her Vanshkār boy friend entirely.
At least now.
Should she really accept Rāmdév Tékām’s offer and join his Rājpūt Beauties flock?
But there is Shikhā.
Kuntī Pandit teased her again.
“What are you thinking my dear?”
“Mom!” Arjun Karosiā interfered fucking Chitrāngdā Joshī, “Let her go to Nakul. Why are you sending her to Rāmdév Tékām?”
“Vibhā Rāŧhore is there.” Kuntī Pandit said sternly, “She will not adjust, Arjun! You don’t know anything. Kuntī Pāŧhak did not adjust with me. Mādrī Joshī did not adjust with Mādrī Chatterjī ever.”
“Mom!” Chitrāngdā Joshī smiled, “Arjun is your own son from Karosiā Pitr’shrī. He knows very well what we are after.”
Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both laughed.
“So?” Kuntī Pandit asked stubbornly.
As soon as she knew that Pāndu Karosiā was not really Pāndu Karosiā, but was Siddhārth Gautam Bachhalyā instead, she approached Kans Banerjī.
“Kans Dā! We can cash it as much as we desire. Hindus can’t oppose us appropriately without disclosing the fact that they are deceiving the Dalits.”
“I think she is right, Kans!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān also smiled cunningly.
“Pāndu Karosiā should be freed from the imprisonment of Hindu Vishv.” Kuntī Pandit again proposed.
“I agree with her, Kans Dā!” Madrī Chatterjī said gravely.
“Kuntī Pāŧhak and Mādrī Joshī both have joined Siddhārth Gautam Bachhalyā.” Kuntī Pandit said, “Madrī Chatterjī and I can replace them. Pāndu Karosiā will be grateful. Moreover, he is a communal bloody fool. He wants to fuck Brāhmañ women to satisfy his communal sexual lust. We have captured Drauñācharý Banerjī. Why should we not capture these Dalit communal fools also? We have more than enough Communist Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs to satisfy their Communal Sexual lust and capture the Dalit movement against Hindus in our favor.”
Sunaýnā Dvivédī jumped out of pleasure.
“Long live Communism! By Marx! She is right. Let our Communist Brahm Kanyās and Communist Brahmāñīs capture these Dalit fools, satisfy their communal sexual lust and overpower their Dalit movement.”
Pāndu Karosiā could not believe his own ears.
“You mean you Brahm Kanyās will marry us sweepers? Us Scavengers? You Brahmāñīs will have sex with us?”
Kuntī Pandit put both her beautiful Brāhmañ arms around the sweeper neck of Pāndu Karosiā and kissed him full on his sweeper lips.
“Why not? We all are Hindus. I propose to be the Chief Brahm Mahādévī of Karosiā Brahm Hastināpur Creations.”
“And I propose to be the Deputy Chief Brahm Mahādévī of Karosiā Brahm Hastināpur Creations.” Mādrī Chatterjī also winked at Pāndu Karosiā lewdly.
Pāndu Karosiā held them both; each of his arms around their beautiful Brāhmañ waists, pulled them to him and kissed, kissed and kissed.
He fucked both of them in all the possible positions he could.
Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī were astonished how much Communal he was and how much communal sexual lust he had against Brāhmañs.
Pāndu Karosiā made them to suck his Karosiā penis vehemently. And Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both enjoyed his outgrown Karosiā penis into their female Brāhmañ mouths.
When Pāndu Karosiā was fucking Kuntī Pandit into her beautiful Brāhmañ mouth, Madrī Chatterjī was licking his Karosiā male buttocks fervently.
Pāndu Karosiā was kissing their beautiful Brāhmañ Cunts lewdly one by one.
He kissed their nude female Brāhmañ Buttocks also.
Then Madrī Chatterjī sucked Pāndu Karosiā’s sweeper penis.
Kuntī Pandit started to lick his Karosiā male buttocks passionately.
Kuntī Pandit, clinging to Pāndu Karosiā as a creeper twines round a tree, bent his Karosiā male mouth down to her female Brāhmañ mouth, and kissed him passionately.
Madrī Chatterjī was playing with his Karosiā penis.
Kuntī Pandit embraced Pāndu Karosiā, and looked lovingly towards him, kissing him full on his Karosiā male lips.
It is called the ‘twining of a creeper’.
Kuntī Pandit gave Pāndu Karosiā the entire communal sexual satisfaction he was dying for.
So did Madrī Chatterjī also.
“Kuntī Pandit darling!” Pāndu Karosiā announced cheerfully, “I’ll fuck you as much as even the real Pāndu of Mahābhārat had not fucked his wife Kuntī.”
“Had not fucked his wife Kuntī?” Madrī Chatterjī laughed, “He could not fuck her even. He allowed Yam, Vāyu and Indr to fuck his wife Kuntī till she could get pregnant and become the mother of a son from each. He was Pāndu only, not Pāndu Karosiā. Remember. He did not possess the Sexual Power the Dalits possess. Why do you think we Brahm Kanyās, Brahmāñīs and the Savarñās love you Dalit men? Why we die to have your Harijan Penises into our Brāhmañ, Rājpūt and Vaishý Cunts? Even Durgesh is a Harijan male youth who fucks and sodomize the 99.90 % Brahm Kanyās, Brahmāñīs, Rājpūt Kanyās, and Vaishý Kanyās even.”
“It was the real reason why Duryodhan and other Kauravs did not accept Yudhishŧhir, Bhīm, Arjun, Nakul and Sahdév as the son of their uncle Pāndu.” Kuntī Pandit thrust her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt upwards to meet Pāndu Karosiā’s wild downward Karosiā male thrust and swallowed his entire Brownish Black Karosiā penis into her tight Brāhmañ Pussy.
Pāndu Karosiā kissed Kuntī Pandit lustfully full on her crimson female Brāhmañ lips.
Then his Karosiā waist gone wild.
His long and thick Brownish Black Karosiā Penis went into Kuntī Pandit’s Pink Brāhmañ Cunt attacking her wildly, and vanished entirely into her.
Both the male Karosiā jaghan and female Brāhmañ Jaghan embraced and almost entered into each other.
Pāndu Karosiā kissed Kuntī Pandit full on her crimson female Brāhmañ lips.
His both Karosiā palms were on Kuntī Pandit’s gorgeous female Brāhmañ buttocks.
Kuntī Pandit raised her nude female Brāhmañ thighs and wrapped both of them up around Pāndu Karosiā’s nude male Karosiā waist.
“Āh!” Pāndu Karosiā announced in his communal sexual ecstasy, “The Brāhmañ Cunt has greeted my Karosiā Penis entirely into her and has gripped it along its entire length and thickness.”
“Imprisoned.” Kuntī Pandit winked at him lewdly announcing cheerfully and kissed Pāndu Karosiā full on his communal male Karosiā lips, “Imprisoned into my Brāhmañ fort. Now forget it Karosiā invader! Your Black Karosiā Penis is imprisoned into my Pink Brāhmañ Cunt forever.”
“Forever?” Pāndu Karosiā shrieked out of entirely unexpected communal sexual delight.
“Forever.” Kuntī Pandit confirmed, “The invader is imprisoned. It has invaded my Brāhmañ fort illegally. The punishment is Life Imprisonment.”
Pāndu Karosiā screamed with communal sexual lust and delight.
He was riding on the nude beautiful female Brāhmañ body of Kuntī Pandit lying on her nude glorious back on bed, and Madrī Chatterjī was riding on him.
The nude Karosiā male body of Pāndu Karosiā was sandwiched between the two young beautiful nude female Brāhmañ bodies of Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī.
“Keep the Karosiā invader there into your Brāhmañ fort, Kuntī Pandit!” Madrī Chatterjī winked, “Don’t release the Brāhmañ Vaginal Grip on the illegal invader Karosiā Penis. Let him suffer.”
Pāndu Karosiā tried to draw out his Karosiā Penis somewhat but the Brāhmañ Vaginal Grip of Kuntī Pandit on his Karosiā Penis was so tight and strong that he could not draw out his Karosiā Penis even a bit.
His Karosiā waist was wild but all his wildness was imprisoned now between the sweetest wrap of the two nude female Brāhmañ young thighs of Kuntī Pandit.
The inner parts of her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt were quivering wildly on the entire length and thickness of his Karosiā Penis.
Pāndu Karosiā was flying in the heaven of communal sexual lust and ecstasy.
It was the ecstasy he was dying to get.
Kuntī Pandit was giving it to him as much as he wanted.
Madrī Chatterjī was helping her.
Pāndu Karosiā was utmost grateful to the both Brāhmañ Beauties.
One hour passed.
Pāndu Karosiā was overwhelmed.
The female Brāhmañ lips of Kuntī Pandit were penetrating his Karosiā male lips and his Karosiā Penis was penetrating Kuntī Pandit’s Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Kuntī!” Pāndu Karosiā whispered, “Kuntī Pandit darling!”
He was feeling the hot female Brāhmañ breaths of Kuntī Pandit on his Karosiā male face and Kuntī Pandit was feeling his hot Karosiā male breaths in return on her extremely beautiful female Brāhmañ face.”
“Yes! Yes, invader Pāndu Karosiā! What do you want?”
“Release the Karosiā Penis prisoner somewhat my beautiful Brāhmañ darling! An hour has passed almost. We haven’t any action.”
“You want action?”
“Yes, my gorgeous Brāhmañ life partner!”
“My Strong Karosiā invader! Perhaps you haven’t heard my Brahmjudgment carefully. It’s life imprisonment your Karosiā invader is punished with.”
Pāndu Karosiā was gratified.
“I accept the life imprisonment, Kuntī Pandit darling!” Pāndu Karosiā felt the tight Brāhmañ Vaginal Grip becoming tighter on the entire length and thickness of his long and thick Karosiā Penis.
Both the Brāhmañ labial lips were gripping his Karosiā Penis on its root stoutly and quivering there repeatedly in such a manner that Pāndu Karosiā was afraid of ejaculation utmost before he wanted.
He had to control himself, he knew.
He had to control himself.
He had to fuck Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both as skillfully as he could.
Both of them must be impressed by his Karosiā male sexual ingenuity.
Because he knew the strange sexual psychosis, the Brāhmañ males have for their Brāhmañ women.
He knew the Brāhmañ males couldn’t satisfy Brāhmañ women sexually because they don’t want to ab initio.
The Brāhmañ women have to come to Dalit males to extinguish even their natural female sexual needs.
He is attacking not Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī.
He is attacking the entire Brāhmañism.
And the Karosiāism must win as the Bachhalyāism wins always attacking Brāhmañism ever.
All the Brahm Kanyās Brahmāñīs and even the Brāhmañs have surrendered to the Bachhalyās forever.
They must surrender to the Karosiās even.
The Brāhmañs can’t satisfy sexually their Brāhmañ women.
The Brāhmañ women have gone to Durgesh and to the other Bachhalyās therefore.
A Brāhmañ woman married to a Bachhalyā gives birth to a Bachhalyā.
A Brāhmañ woman married to a Brāhmañ gives birth to a Brāhmañ even though the semen is the Bachhalyā semen.
So must be with the Karosiās even.
“You accept the life imprisonment?” Kuntī Pandit smiled and winked teasingly.
“I accept the life imprisonment.”
“Then maintain status quo. Don’t disturb the peace inside.”
“I want a release somewhat only.” Pāndu Karosiā kissed Kuntī Pandit’s crimson female Brāhmañ lips.
“Somewhat only?”
“Of course! Even the prisoners with life imprisonment enjoy this facility.”
“It can be arranged but on certain conditions only.”
“Tell the conditions my striking Brāhmañ queen!”
“My Sexually Powerful Karosiā King! Your Karosiā Penis can’t go out completely.” Kuntī Pandit said gravely.
“It does not want to even. The life imprisonment for it is accepted I said, my Brāhmañ Chhammak Chhallo!”
“My Karosiā invader!” Kuntī Pandit laughed, “Illegally or legally your Karosiā invader is inside my Brāhmañ fort now. The door is closed on its root forever. It can go outside for a moment or two only partially and it has to return entirely into the fort almost immediately. Right?”
“Right.” Pāndu Karosiā accepted.
Kuntī Pandit released her thighs somewhat and Pāndu Karosiā pulled out his Karosiā Penis immediately.
It was anointed with the fragrant Brāhmañ Cunt juice of Kuntī Pandit.
The female Brāhmañ fragrance radiated everywhere.
It filled his Karosiā male nostrils even.
Pāndu Karosiā pulled out his Karosiā Penis till only its head was inside.
Then he thrust it inside again with all the Karosiā male force he had.
Kuntī Pandit screamed melodiously and her gorgeous female Brāhmañ buttocks jumped on the bed as the strong Karosiā Penis again invaded her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt forcefully to the hilt.
Madrī Chatterjī had put the tip of her female Brāhmañ tongue on the length of his anointed Karosiā Penis.
As the Karosiā Penis went inside her female Brāhmañ tongue succeeded in licking the fragrant female Brāhmañ Cunt Juice of Kuntī Pandit from Karosiā Penis of Pāndu Karosiā.
Pāndu Karosiā gasped.
He could not imagine the communal sexual pleasure the two Brāhmañ Beauties were bestowing on him.
It was the pleasure he was dying for to get.
And, he was getting it now.
Pāndu Karosiā’s Black Karosiā Penis pierced the Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Kuntī Pandit again to the hilt and vanished into her again entirely.
Madrī Chatterjī licked his male Karosiā buttocks.
Pāndu Karosiā could not kiss her even as both his male Karosiā lips were again penetrating the crimson female Brāhmañ lips of Kuntī Pandit as his Karosiā Penis was penetrating her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
Both the beautiful nude female Brāhmañ thighs of Kuntī Pandit had again wrapped his Karosiā male waist.
Both the Brāhmañ labial lips of Kuntī Pandit had again gripped his Karosiā Penis on its root tightly.
The sensational female Brāhmañ quivering of the inner parts of the Brāhmañ Pussy of Kuntī Pandit was again there on the entire length and thickness of his Karosiā Penis.
Even the Brāhmañ labial lips were quivering suggestively on its root again.
Pāndu Karosiā closed his eyes in wild blind lust and desire.
Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī looked in each other’s eyes and smiled.
“The Karosiā fool is under our control now fully.” The female Brāhmañ eyes told each other pair.
“Long live Communism!” Kuntī Pandit said in eyes to Madrī Chatterjī.
“Long live Communism!” Madrī Chatterjī repeated the wish silently.
“Here we start the end of Hinduism.” Kuntī Pandit muttered in her eyes.
“The Dalit fools are most welcome!” Madrī Chatterjī’s eyes were also laughing but silently again, “The damnfools think we Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs have something more in our Brāhmañ Cunts, their own Dalit Women don’t have.”
Kuntī Pandit laughed.
Pāndu Karosiā had pulled out his Karosiā Penis again and thrust it back immediately.
Kuntī Pandit screamed again and her gorgeous female Brāhmañ buttocks again jumped on the bed as the strong Karosiā Penis invaded her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt forcefully to the hilt again.
Madrī Chatterjī had again put the tip of her female Brāhmañ tongue on the length of his anointed Karosiā Penis.
As the Karosiā Penis went inside her female Brāhmañ tongue succeeded in licking the fragrant female Brāhmañ Cunt Juice of Kuntī Pandit again from Karosiā Penis of Pāndu Karosiā.
Pāndu Karosiā gasped again.
Pāndu Karosiā’s Black Karosiā Penis pierced the Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Kuntī Pandit again to the hilt and vanished into her again entirely.
Madrī Chatterjī licked his male Karosiā buttocks.
Pāndu Karosiā’s both male Karosiā lips were again penetrating the crimson female Brāhmañ lips of Kuntī Pandit as his Karosiā Penis was penetrating her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
Both the beautiful nude female Brāhmañ thighs of Kuntī Pandit had again wrapped his Karosiā male waist.
Both the Brāhmañ labial lips of Kuntī Pandit had again gripped his Karosiā Penis on its root tightly.
The sensational female Brāhmañ quivering of the inner parts of the Brāhmañ Pussy of Kuntī Pandit was again there on the entire length and thickness of his Karosiā Penis.
Even the Brāhmañ labial lips were quivering suggestively on its root again.
Pāndu Karosiā closed his eyes in wild blind lust and desire.
Then the entire set of actions was being repeated over and over.
Pāndu Karosiā was fucking beautiful Kuntī Pandit now fiercely.
Kuntī Pandit was also enjoying the Karosiā Penis into her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt excitedly.
It was not a Bachhalyā Penis, always great in Brāhmañ Cunts, but still it was a Penis she could enjoy.
It was not a Brāhmañ Penis after all, timid in Brāhmañ Cunts and wild and savage in Muslimāt Cunts.
So, even Karosiā Penis is not bad!
The Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs can enjoy even it if the Bachhalyā Penis is not available, and not a Méhrā Penis even.
How to fuck the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs is no doubt known to the Bachhalyās only.
The Bachhalyās were the sole owner of their female Brāhmañ bodies.
But the emergency arrangement was not bad.
Pāndu Karosiā fucked Madrī Chatterjī after Kuntī Pandit.
He sodomized them also, as much as he wanted.
His Karosiā Penis was invading the beautiful Communist Brāhmañ Cunts of Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī as lustfully and as lewdly as he wanted.
After nine months, Kuntī Pandit gave birth to Yudhishŧhir Karosiā, the real son of her and Pāndu Karosiā.
After one year more, she produced Bhīm Karosiā, their second real son.
Pāndu Karosiā married Anjanā Kulkarñī in the meantime.
Anjanā Kulkarñī loved Bhīm Karosiā very much.
Kuntī Pandit allowed her to take care of her second son from Pāndu Karosiā.
As the nude Karosiā male body of Pāndu Karosiā was sandwiched between the two beautiful nude female Brāhmañ bodies of Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī, my nude Bachhalyā male body was also sandwiched between the two beautiful nude female Brāhmañ bodies of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī and Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī.
My everlongest everthickest everstrong Bachhalyā Penis was entirely inside the beautiful Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī.
The inner parts of her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt were quivering wildly on the entire length and thickness of my Bachhalyā Penis.
I was feeling as if I was once again in the everfirst BrāhmKalp in the everfirst Satyug.
The similarity could not be denied.
I was the only Dvij Hindu then among the countless Brāhmañs, Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs.
So I was here in this United Brahm Creations.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī was its newly elected President.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī was its duly elected Vice President.
Both went to Trantor and brought me with them.
They had no other alternative.
The entire United Brahm Creations was surrounded by almost endless Dalit Brahm Creations.
The Dalit Spaceships daily visited their Brahm Creations without fail.
The beautiful Brahm Kanyās and the beautiful Brahmāñīs were daily kidnapped by sexually strong and Powerful Dalit males.
Many of them were Vishisht Brahms even.
The ordinary Brāhmañ subject of United Brahm Creations could not protect their beautiful Brāhmañ women from the sexually stronger and more Powerful Dalit males.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī called the session of the Executive Council to order.
She did not allow any Brāhmañ male in her Executive Council of United Brahm Creations.
Let the fools enjoy Muslimāt Cunts and Muslimāt Asses.
The Muslimāt have won them after a long fight with their evertyrant Musalmeen males.
The Executive Council of United Brahm Creations consisted of extremely beautiful Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs only.
Both Brahm Asmitā and Brahm Nishŧhā were feeling their envious Brahm eyes penetrating their bodies as my Bachhalyā Penis was penetrating the Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī.
I was playing with her nude female Trivédī Brāhmañ buttocks.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī was licking my male Bachhalyā buttocks.
My both male Bachhalyā lips were penetrating the crimson female Brāhmañ lips of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī as my Bachhalyā Penis was penetrating her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
Both the beautiful nude female Brāhmañ thighs of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī had again wrapped my Bachhalyā male waist.
Both the Brāhmañ labial lips of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī had again gripped my Bachhalyā Penis on its root tightly.
The sensuous, sumptuous, luxurious, opulent, rich, deep, intense, affective, aesthetic, female Brāhmañ quiverings of the inner parts of the Brāhmañ Pussy of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī was again there on the entire length and thickness of my Bachhalyā Penis, enjoying me there very much.
Even the Brāhmañ labial lips were quivering suggestively on its root again.
I closed my eyes in wild blind male Bachhalyā lust and desire.
I could be communalism less, but I was a man after all.
I definitely enjoyed sex very much with every woman I had.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī kissed my Bachhalyā male neck.
She could not do anything more.
I was riding on the nude Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī and similarly nude Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī was riding on my nude male Bachhalyā back.
Dhanyvād Bhagvān, at least the Brāhmañs entered with the Bachhalyās in a treaty that the entire Brahm Kanyās and even the entire Brahmāñīs belong to the Bachhalyās only.
The Brāhmañs will get the Muslimāt for them as the Muslimāt had won them after a long series of Jihad against their evertyrant Musalmeen males.
I was sandwiched entirely between both the extremely beautiful Brāhmañ Beauties.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī, lying on her back, was enjoying my entire Bachhalyā Penis into her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt but her beautiful female Brāhmañ eyes had looked with no visible sign of interest at the gathering.
She did not have to show interest among her inferiors.
Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maymūn had never shown interest among her Executive Council of Jannatul Firdaus.
She was her role model.
Yet, no one doubted that Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī had noted all the Brāhmañ Beauties there who were present and all who had not yet arrived.
Her long black hair was carelessly spreading on the bed.
Her matter of fact female Brāhmañ face was notable for her outstanding Brāhmañ Beauty as well as for her relentless female Brāhmañ ingenuity.
At last, she had succeeded in winning the male Brāhmañs of United Brahm Creations to surrender to her.
She had proved that she was the most capable female Brāhmañ administrator in the entire United Brahm Creations and even all the male Brāhmañ administrators had to acknowledge it.
None of them could stop the daily unfortunate kidnapping of the beautiful Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs by Dalit male creations.
None would associate Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī with the follies of the hereditary male Brāhmañ administrators who had ruled their own Brahm Creations just prior to the time of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī.
Her brilliant speeches stirred the male Brāhmañ minds even as well as the female Brāhmañ minds.
She even had the gift for the dramatic gesture.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī inherited the capacity for making quiet decisions from her Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī mother, Assalāt Al Islām.
Her father Trivédī Chakrvartī Bhavānīcharañ Trivédī was proud of her.
“We have succeeded in bringing the great Durgesh here to meet the Dalit crisis we are facing.” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī addressed her Executive Council of United Brahm Creations, “Right from the beginning when we settled these worlds we are facing the same problem. These countless Brahm Creations are created by our ancestors both males and females. It is noticeable that our male Brāhmañ ancestors did not use their Brāhmañ females for it. They used Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt females. We, present here, are Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs but only our fathers are Brāhmañ. Our mothers are not. Our mothers are either Årab Muslimāt or Other Muslimāt. No doubt, our female Brāhmañ ancestors also participated in creating these Brahm Creations but they did it with the help of Bachhalyā males not with the help of their Brāhmañ males.”
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī paused, gazed levelly at the assembled beautiful female Brāhmañ faces for a moment, and then went on.
My magnificent Bachhalyā Penis was penetrating her glorious Trivédī Pink Brāhmañ Cunt more and more violently now.
“It means we need Bachhalyā males for us Brāhmañ females and our Brāhmañ males need Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt females for them, if we want to continue as a progressive and prospering United Brahm Creations. I don’t know why Brāhmañ males can’t produce male children with us Brāhmañ females and why we Brāhmañ females can’t produce male children with our Brāhmañ males. The fact is it cannot be done. We should not fight therefore with the nature. We have accepted a Bachhalyā male for all of us Brāhmañ females here― Durgesh. The Brāhmañ males are permitted to have Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt as they please! We have tried to build a pure Brāhmañ society and failed miserably. Now, it is the new social order― a Bachhalyā male Durgesh for all of us Brāhmañ females and Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt for all of our Brāhmañ males. Let’s produce more and more male Brāhmañ children in this way if it is the only possible way.”
Dr. Shikhā Sharmā, representative from Durgesh Arundhatī Sharmā Creations, smiled.
“Miss President!” she addressed Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī, “In this way, are we not confirming what the Dalit invaders and kidnappers want us to accept?”
“What?”
“That we Brāhmañ males and Brāhmañ females alone are not capable to run our own United Brahm Creations without any outside help?”
“If Miss President doesn’t mind, I want to answer the question very much.” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī interfered.
Dr. Shikhā Sharmā smiled again.
“In all the Brahm Kanyās Creations and Brahmāñīs Creations we are already using the same social order. United Brahm Creations were created for something more. We wanted to establish that even the Brāhmañ males can produce male children from us Brāhmañ females.”
“Well―” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī smiled, “As to that, we tried and failed. We Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs are made for Durgesh only originally. Let’s return to our original status.”
“Only Durgesh for us Brāhmañ females?” Dr. Shikhā Sharmā laughed.
“Only Durgesh for us Brāhmañ females.” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī also laughed, “Not even the rest of the Bachhalyās. Is there any objection?”
“Certainly not.” Dr. Shikhā Sharmā laughed, “Only I have to tell Dr. Prabhāt Sharmā to surrender to his secretary Al Ibādat Al Islām as I’m no longer available to him.”
“All your rights reserved by Durgesh now?” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī also laughed.
“All my rights reserved by Durgesh now.” Dr. Shikhā Sharmā laughed winking at me lewdly, “Hello! Bachhalyā Lover Boy! Interested in this Brāhmañ Beauty?”
All Brāhmañ Beauties present there laughed simultaneously in joy and happiness.
“The Time Cycle of everfirst BrāhmKalp everfirst Satyug is repeating it again and again.” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī also laughed.
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 