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
I hugged my Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partner, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, fucking her constantly from her glorious exquisite Sharmā Brāhmañ behind.
I have to confess, the thought of having my Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partner Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, all to myself for several days really appealed to me.
She would miss her brothers, heck I might even slightly miss her husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl, but I spoke the truth when I replied, “I can’t imagine a more wonderful person to spend Shrāvañ Parv with, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, Mérī Jān.”
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā kissed me on my Bachhalyā masculine lips.
Before we left the grocery, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā insisted we do a little more shopping, fighting the other customers for last minute buys before the storm closed everything down.
From there, we managed to get the station wagon back to her old apartment building and into the back alley where the parking slots were located.
I usually used my space for storage, but stacking things up, we managed to squeeze Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s old boat of a car inside.
We lugged our food and shopping up the five flights of stairs and then collapsed on the couch.
On the big color television I kept in my studio apartment, the weatherman was gleefully assuring everyone that with a projection of now twenty inches of snow, we would be having a very white Shrāvañ Parv.
“So, just get comfortable and snuggle up with someone you love and enjoy the snow,” he advised. Brahm Mahimā Sharmā and I just grinned at each other, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s smile just a little mysterious.
I laughed and said,
“Let it snow, let snow, let it snow!” It was December 23, and I was spending Shrāvañ Parv with the woman I loved now.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā wasn’t beautiful only, she loved me now even more than her beautiful Brāhmañ Nanads that were my Live in Relationship Partners.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s surrender to me was divine.*
Arjun Sharmā could not understand Shankar Sahajpāl when even after the enormous defeat of Congress, Shankar Sahajpāl refused to join Bhārtīý Jantā Party.
“I’m unable to understand, Mātr’Shrī, after what Shankar Sahajpāl now actually is.” He said.
Mahārānī Rājmātā Kuntī Chaturvédī smiled patronizing him.
“Arjun, you have to come out of the original Mahābhārat Kālchakr Praxép. It’s Shāshvat Satyug now.”
Yudhishŧhir Sharmā watched his traditional Purāñik Brāhmañ mother, Kuntī Chaturvédī meditatively.
Of course, she was more intelligent than the original Kuntī of Dvāpar era.
She has used Durgesh more successfully for her and her children’s benefits.
The original Kuntī of Dvāpar era could not use anyone for it.
Even Draupadī Kr’shñā was more successful than her.
Despite every effort from even the best diplomat of those days, Lord Kr’shñ, himself, Draupadī Kr’shñā successfully used Lord Kr’shñ to achieve her goal.
Even Lord Kr’shñ, the best diplomat of those days, could not stop the world war, Mahābhārat.
Now, it is Gotrbhid Mahābhārat.
Using Durgesh, Kuntī Chaturvédī has successfully brought her eldest son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, to her children’s side.
She has successfully broken the original time cycle projection in numerous matters.
Entire five Chaturvédī Kauntéý Pāndavs appreciated their shrewd Chaturvédī Brāhmañ mother for it.
“The Brāhmañs never lost their battle to Bachhalyās.” Kuntī Chaturvédī used to say, “Brahm Jagdambā movement of Bhagvān Bhr’gu was their master stroke even Durgesh couldn’t defeat.”
Bhīm Vipr Sharmā interfered.*
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl and Ghazālah Siddīqī had already finished their dessert, gâteau de riz, and now watched Ghazālah Siddīqī spoon the last of her rice caramel with vanilla sauce.
It was only 8.30, and, except for the proprietors and beautiful waitresses, Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl and Ghazālah Siddīqī had restaurant to themselves.
It was a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot restaurant and Ghazālah Siddīqī was deliberately bringing Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl there, since his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā had gone in trance.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl had protested first strictly.
But Ghazālah Siddīqī knew he couldn’t go on protesting for ever.
He needed sex very much and his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, wasn’t available.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both helped Ghazālah Siddīqī in this matter as much as they could.
“Bhaiyā, Ghazālah Siddīqī is a good girl. Why don’t you understand? Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī would never return to you now.” Umā Dīxit said sympathetically.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl looked at Mīnāxī Sharmā.
She was one of the many sisters, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā had.
Mīnāxī Sharmā immediately confirmed what Umā Dīxit had said.
“I’m sorry to say, Bhaiyā. But Umā Dīxit is right.”
“Bhaiyā,” Rādhā Pandit said sympathetically, “You aren’t born yesterday.
‘Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash.’
You know it yourself very well.”
“Besides, Prabhā Shuklā said sadly, “Bhābhī is in trance.”
“Prabhā Shuklā, Umā Dīxit,” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl watched them reproachfully, “I’d never forgive both of you what you have done to my wife.”
“Sorry, Bhaiyā,” Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both said mischievously.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl stared at both of them.
“None of us both, neither your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, nor I, ever interfered with your freedom. We knew what you were doing with Durgesh. Yet, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā always said, ‘it’s their private matter‘. She always respected your freedom. Yet, you both…”
“Ghazālah Siddīqī is a good girl, Bhaiyā.” Prabhā Shuklā said quickly.
“Good girls never rape anyone.” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl said curtly.*
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl wasn’t a damn fool.
He understood very well that he had lost his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā forever now.
He didn’t need Prabhā Shuklā, his sister, Umā Dīxit, or Rādhā Pandit, her friends, to tell him that.
He never needed Brahm Mahimā Sharmā for sex.
The Musalmān Beauties were crazy for him.
They provided Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl immense sex despite his every protest.
Ghazālah Siddīqī wasn’t alone that raped him.
There were numerous of them.
Being a gentleman Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl could never refuse to them despite his ever strongest monogamous ideology.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl hated polygamy immensely.
Yet, the Musalmān Beauties never allowed him to practice monogamy ever.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā understand it.
She never blamed Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl for it.
Instead, she smiled.
“Let them have the pleasure, Rām, they want to have with you. As long as you love me exclusively it doesn’t make any difference how many girls make love to you unwisely.”
The more Brahm Mahimā Sharmā said it, the more Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl loved her.
Yet, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit snatched away his love, his ever faithful wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, from him.
They made her to fuck his Jījū, Durgesh.
Durgesh’s morals immensely differed from the morals of Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl was an immensely monogamous Brāhmañ ideologically even though he was never allowed to live according to his morals.
I was an ever righteous polygamist that never appreciated monogamy for noble men.
I claimed it they were running away from their duties to have the responsibilities of the needy women that needed them tremendously.
He suddenly heard Ghazālah Siddīqī asking him,
“Rām, whatever are you brooding about?”
“Brooding?” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl came out of his thoughts, “Never. I was only thinking back─how we first met.”
Ghazālah Siddīqī gripped his arm more possessively.
But Ghazālah Siddīqī wasn’t alone that gripped his arm more possessively.
There were too many more.
“I never think of that.” Ghazālah Siddīqī smiled gracefully, “Only of now.”
“What of Durgesh, my Jījū?” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl asked Ghazālah Siddīqī gravely.
Ghazālah Siddīqī smiled.
“Your younger brothers, Brahm Bhūshañ Shukl, Nīhār Ranjan Shukl, Umā Dutt Shukl, Pārvatī Charañ Shukl, everyone has understood they can’t stop their wives to flirt with their Bachhalyā Nandoī.”
“They aren’t flirting with Durgesh Jījū, Ghazālah Siddīqī,” Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl smiled ironically, “They are having sex with him. I hate to interfere in my younger brothers’ private life, but I am ashamed of them. They have compromised with their cuckolding even to their beautiful Brāhmañ wives and Durgesh Jījū.”
Ghazālah Siddīqī watched him sympathetically.
She deliberately didn’t tell Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl what his younger brothers tell in answer to that.
“Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl Bhaiyā is ashamed of us that our Brāhmañ wives too have sex with Durgesh Jījū. Yet, we are proud of it that our high moralist elder brother has a Brāhmañ wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī, that is traveling the entire creations in constant sexual union with Durgesh Jījū.”
Ghazālah Siddīqī didn’t want to hurt Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl more.*
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī wasn’t surprised even a bit when Suyodhan Sharmā visited him.
Ignoring protocol Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī himself boarded the ship.
He wore a holographic identity card.
It displayed his handsome unbearded face with remarkable fidelity, and underneath it was his name,
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī,
Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī still had a fresh and easy going look and manner.
He stared about the ship with clear amazement.
“How did you get down this fast, Suyodhan Sharma, my friend? We weren’t expecting you for two hours.”
“It’s a new model ship,” said Suyodhan Sharma, with non-committal politeness.
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī stepped into the pilot room and said at once,
“With alternative Eīshān Vaigyānik arrangements.” Suyodhan Sharma said tonelessly.
He wasn’t foolish enough to deny anything that was so obvious.
Besides, he expressly wanted to impress Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī that he too can get from HVSI what the Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations get.
He wasn’t a damn fool enough to trust Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī that he would still remain loyal to his friendship.
Yes, he said with his Presidency on Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations, Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations would never fight against Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations.
But why should she?
With Durgesh Jījū and Arjun Sharma with her, why Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations would need ever to attack on Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations?
It was a wrong decision to divide Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations into Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations and Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations.
Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations, thus, lost the unimaginable Eīshān Vaigyānik warriors Arjun Sharma, and Bhīmvipr Sharma.
His ever infamous maternal uncle, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, never understood the importance of Arjun Sharma, and Bhīmvipr Sharma in these Eīshān Vaigyānik days, in this Eīshān Vaigyānik era.
Hey Bhagvān, how the morals changed so fast.
Polygamy replaced monogamy fastly.
Yet, LGBT also spread tremendously and cuckolding consequently.
It wasn’t limited to Pseudo Musalmīn now.
Even so many traditional Brāhmañs were suffering from it, so many Savarñs too.
Suyodhan Sharma was surprised that the Shūdrāntyaj Hindus were least suffering from it.
The cuckold life was a normal life for the LGBT now.
They were even proud of it.
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī smiled.
“Very interesting. We hear of them but we never see them somehow. Motors in the hull?”
“That’s so.” Suyodhan Sharma said.
“Eīshān Vaigyānik Motors too?”
“Eīshān Vaigyānik Motors too.”
“Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs?”
“Hell, nope! They fail miserably. Hopeless entirely.”
“I see. Ashvinātam?”
“We haven’t another option. Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Yantrs are suitable optimum only in building families and running the administration in constructive manner. They don’t accept any cunning strategy even, while ashvinātam Yantr work smoothly everywhere.”
“I understand,” Suyodhan Sharma said gravely.
Kuntī Chaturvédī was smarter than all of them thought.
“It’s great that a Chaturvédī, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, is the new President of a Sharma Brahm Creations.” Suyodhan Sharma smiled to ease the high political tension somewhat.
The original Kuntī of Dvāpar era could never succeed in bringing back her eldest pre-marital son, Karñ, in her favor.
He died fighting for Duryodhan.
But Kuntī Chaturvédī had learned her lesson from it.
She also gave birth to a son before she was married.
She also abandoned him.
Yet, Kuntī Chaturvédī managed to watch him on her own yacht, traveling beside her son.
She knew where her son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, was.
She managed to be friend of Rādhā, Adhirath’s wife, and kept an eye on her son constantly.*
Kuntī Chaturvédī put her beautiful nude Chaturvédī Brāhmañ legs on my equally nude shoulders.
She herself arched her waist, elevated it to receive my Bachhalyā penetration.
She had vowed not to let the world war, Mahābhārat again.
It was the Infinite Brāhm Kalp now, its everfirst Satyug, Sanā Kr’tyug.
She was worried that Gāndhārī Mukherjī Dīdī could not explain to her brother, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, that Shakuni was a failed person despite all his shrewdness and smartness.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr was still following Shakuni.
He didn’t believe that Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī would still work for his ever ambitious Bhānjā, Suyodhan Sharma.
My Bachhalyā Lund penetrated Kuntī Chaturvédī’s ever tight Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Choot.
It was a Yogdarshan now that I should use Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Yantr for creative and constructive affirmations and transmissions.
It’s more appropriate than Ashvinātam Yantr is even for creative and constructive affirmations and transmissions.
“You are keeping watch on Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, Durgesh?”
“Don’t worry, Kuntī Chaturvédī,” I smiled, “Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī isn’t your son alone. I’m too his real father. I too love my son.”
Kuntī Chaturvédī constricted her Chaturvédī Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my entirely immersed ever creative ever constructive Bachhalyā Lund.
“Suyodhan Sharma is your responsibility.”
“I’m afraid of the original Mahābhārat Time Cycle.”
“We are successfully changing it, darling,” I reassured her, “You’ve visited the ultimately improved Trétā now yourself. Has Kaikéyī succeeded? Has Mantharā succeeded?”
“Well, it took too many time slits however,”
“It was necessary.”
“I understand. Yet I wonder often how many time slits our Mahābhārat Time Cycle itself would require to make it entirely ineffective.”*
Suyodhan Sharma touched Pāndu Sharma’s feet.
Pāndu Sharma hugged him.
“How’s my ever smart nephew?”
“Eīshānasýānugraham, Pitr’výshrī,” Suyodhan Sharma smiled politely.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī also bent to touch Pāndu Sharma’s feet, but Pāndu Sharma stopped her as soon as she bent.
“No, my child,” Pāndu Sharma hugged her; “You are my daughter in law, not less than my own daughter herself. You don’t need it,”
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī expressed her respect to Pāndu Sharma, nevertheless.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī was shrewder than Suyodhan Sharma even.
She had vowed not to let Suyodhan Sharma influenced by Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr’s dirty politics.
It was her own idea that they should visit Sharma Brāhmañ Indrprasth Creations.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī fucked me in front of Suyodhan Sharma.
She had numerous beautiful Musalmān girlfriends that she allowed Suyodhan Sharma to fuck even when Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī and I were enjoying sex.
“The damnfool,” Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī used to say scornfully, “He hates me for my comparatively inherent Brāhmañ coldness for sex. He loves to fuck my beautiful Musalmān girlfriends instead wildly.”
“Beware of Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, however,” I had warned her fucking Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī gently, yet passionately, she needed my masculine Bachhalyā love very much, “Most of the Musalmān girlfriends you have are Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr’s commandos and duly trained professional secret agents.”
“I know. My father is a Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ, but my Ammī is a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān that left Saåūdī Årab when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t her President.” Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī smiled, “She deliberately married me with Suyodhan Sharma because she wanted the original Time Cycle of Mahābhārat not let to repeat. She knew neither Suyodhan Sharma nor his rest of the ninety-nine younger brothers do understand what Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr is after.”
“You are prepared for them?”
“Sure, but Ammī wants me only to act on what you allow me to. She thinks you are yourself adamant not to let any inter Creations war happen. It’s better to work under your strategy, instead of devising our own that may conflict with what you are already acting on.”
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī was straddling me.
She was a Brahm Padminī.
She never needed very much sex to satisfy her sexual needs.
Generally, until I was aroused, she had already had her orgasm.
It was the real reason why most Brāhmañs never wanted to marry Brahm Padminīs, despite their ever incredible immerse beauty.*
Mantharā Bhārgav was herself a Brahm Padminī.
Nevertheless, her sexual needs were higher than the rest of the Brahm Padminīs.
“You alright, Mantharā Bhārgav?” I spoke, softly stroking her hair before planting a kiss on the top of her head.
“Had a horrible day but I’m better now that you’re home,” Mantharā Bhārgav smiled, reaching out and linking her hand with mine.
“I’m sorry to hear that… want to talk about it?” I asked, stroking her face.
I didn’t say she succeeded in exploiting Kaikéyī Mukherjī.
It wasn’t a fact actually.
Kaikéyī Mukherjī herself wanted to send Rām Chaturvédī in exile.
She never believed Rām Chaturvédī had his Svarūpé Avasthānam ultimately.
Mantharā Bhārgav advised Kaikéyī Mukherjī that it was some political strategy of HVSI Creations.
HVSI Creations had actually kidnapped Rām Chaturvédī and I had replaced him.
Neither Mantharā Bhārgav could believe, nor Kaikéyī Mukherjī, they had really sent me in exile successfully.
Mantharā Bhārgav failed in Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, but she had succeeded here in Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations at least.
“No, not really. Just want a cuddle,” Mantharā Bhārgav replied with a small smile, gazing up into my warm handsome Bachhalyā eyes.
Sliding my arms around her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body and pulling her closer to me, I noticed how cold Mantharā Bhārgav was.
“Baby, you’re freezing,” I sounded concerned, as I tightened my grip on Mantharā Bhārgav and rubbed my hands over her back.
“It was pouring when I got off work and I didn’t have an umbrella with me,” Mantharā Bhārgav explained, “Think I’m just tired though.” Mantharā Bhārgav yawned, snuggling against my strong Bachhalyā arms.
“Do you want to go upstairs and share a long, leisurely bath?” I whispered against her hair, feeling her hands run up and down my upper Bachhalyā thigh.
“Mmm… that sounds good. It might be just what I need,” Mantharā Bhārgav sighed, already starting to feel much better now that I was home.
She could not believe I wasn’t really angry with her.
Had Durgesh blamed Kaikéyī Mukherjī only for what Mantharā Bhārgav too had planned and succeeded in doing?
“Come with me then,” I smiled as I removed the blanket from around Mantharā Bhārgav and pulled Mantharā Bhārgav to her feet.
Linking her fingers with mine, I slowly lifted each one in turn, kissing the back of each hand affectionately, before taking Mantharā Bhārgav with me upstairs to our master bedroom.
“Get undressed, baby and I’ll go run the bath,” I said, planting a soft kiss on her red crimson beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips and then disappeared into the en-suite bathroom.
Mantharā Bhārgav let her clothes fall to the floor in a heap at her feet, too tired to care about the mess.
All Mantharā Bhārgav wanted was to soak in the warm water in our bath, snuggled in my strong Bachhalyā arms and erase the memory of the day Mantharā Bhārgav had had.
Yet not everything of it.
Her extraordinary success on Durgesh himself must be celebrated.
A grand sex session with Durgesh himself!
What the hell could be better?
Wandering into the bathroom, a small smile tugged at her red crimson beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips when Mantharā Bhārgav found me leaning over the spacious bathtub, checking the water.
Leaning against the doorframe, Mantharā Bhārgav let her eyes drop and found herself staring at my firm buttocks.
The tight fitting dark jeans pulled even tighter as I bent over the bath.
The material snug around my toned buttocks making Mantharā Bhārgav itch to touch my Bachhalyā Penis. Stepping up behind me and circling her arms around my ever excellent, ever athletic, male Bachhalyā body, Mantharā Bhārgav smiled as Mantharā Bhārgav felt me alert slightly in her beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ arms, having obviously not heard me come in.
“I missed you when I got home today,” Mantharā Bhārgav mumbled against my broad back, slipping her hands under the hem of my T-shirt at the front and running her hands across my muscular upper body, loving the feel of my chest hair tangling in her fingers.
Turning off the tabs, I straightened myself in her embrace and turned around to face her.
Wrapping my arms around her lithe Bhārgav young Brāhmañ body, my hands instantly gravitated downwards her toned bum, each hand grasping a buttock and gently kneading the peachy flesh.
“Missed you too, baby. But I’m here now…” I trailed off before leaning down and capturing her red crimson beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips in a tender and unhurried Bachhalyā kiss.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you’re so beautiful, Mantharā Bhārgav,” I murmured as I broke the kiss and looked down at her naked exquisite young Bhārgav Brāhmañ body, my jeans tightening around my Bachhalyā male groin.*
Blushing, Mantharā Bhārgav looked up at me through lowered lashes and I stared into her extremely beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes for a while.
“Get into the bath, Mantharā Bhārgav, and I’ll join you in a second,” I smiled, letting go of her.
Making sure the water wasn’t too hot; Mantharā Bhārgav slowly eased herself into the bath and lowered her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body down, sighing as the warm water enveloped her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body.
Looking up at me, watching me the whole time, Mantharā Bhārgav smiled as she gazed at my naked body and felt certain parts of her another twitch.
Walking over to the bath, I supported myself on the marble edge of the tub as I stepped in and slowly sank down into the warm water behind Mantharā Bhārgav, pulling her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body close to mine.
“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked softly, running my hands up and down her arms in soothing motions.
“Much better,” Mantharā Bhārgav sighed, tipping her head back against my shoulder and giving me a loving smile.
Kaikéyī Mukherjī was constantly transmitting to her what she was watching.
It wasn’t entirely unexpected.
Even in his Rām Chaturvédī body Durgesh was the utmost popular man in Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations.
Most of the Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations that were prominent in business and other commercial activities had declared their immediate independence and their loyalty with Durgesh.
“It’s impossible to believe what the federal government is advertising. We have more faith in HVSI Creations federal government than we have in the federal government of Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations.
The minute our first lady, Kaikéyī Mukherjī, brought her friend, Mantharā Bhārgav, here, we knew the ever failed ideology, Communism, is overpowering here. We’ve already warned our federal government every now and then that it would be extremely dangerous to our business and commerce if we still continued in the federation.
“Communism is an ever failed ideology that never supported any viability to any business and commerce. Prior to it that the new federal order can harm it irrevocably, we declare our independence from the new federal order of Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations.”
Mantharā Bhārgav wasn’t worried however, neither Kaikéyī Mukherjī.
Grabbing my hands, Mantharā Bhārgav guided my arms tighter around her young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Communist body as Mantharā Bhārgav lay back against me and closed her extremely beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes, enjoying the feel of my warm, wet skin against her own.
I pulled my strong muscular arms even closer around her young body.
“Good,” I replied, sounding a little relieved.
I always hated it when Mantharā Bhārgav was down or upset and left no stone unturned to make sure Mantharā Bhārgav felt okay. “Mantharā Bhārgav, I love you,” I whispered against her ear, my breath hot on her skin, which sent a shiver down her back.
“I love you too, Durgesh,” Mantharā Bhārgav muttered contentedly, snuggling further into my embrace, causing the water to gently lap between us.
Mantharā Bhārgav relaxed completely in my arms as my fingers softly stroked the wet skin on her upper arms and one foot lovingly caressed her leg.
Mantharā Bhārgav saw me smiling to myself as I gazed down at her face.
“What?” Mantharā Bhārgav demanded.
I shook my head.
“Just seeing how beautiful you look, lying here in my arms, illuminated only by the soft light,” I smiled.
“Hmm… I like the feeling of you naked against me,” Mantharā Bhārgav said all of a sudden.
“Mantharā Bhārgav, I like feeling you naked against me too,” I laughed, my hands dipping below the water and cupping her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ breasts in my palms, squeezing the soft flesh and playing with her nipples.
Opening her extremely beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes, Mantharā Bhārgav pushed into my touch, biting her bottom lip as Mantharā Bhārgav felt my erection growing against her back.
Twisting her head, I brushed her red crimson beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips against mine, our tongues immediately coming out to play as they slowly slid over each other, tasting and licking and slipping in and out of our warm, familiar mouths.
As we continued to leisurely kiss, tongues wounding round their counterpart, I ran my hands over her taught stomach and down to her core, her quiet moans being swallowed by our kiss as my Bachhalyā Lund came into contact with her already erect Bhārgav Brāhmañ clit.
Mantharā Bhārgav gently spread her legs, giving me better access to her moist opening as I dipped in my immensely hardened Bachhalyā Lund, spreading her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ lips while my Bachhalyā Lund slipped over her Bhārgav Brāhmañ clit, circling the erect nub with the tip of my Bachhalyā Lund, occasionally flicking it, teasing Mantharā Bhārgav.*
Kaikéyī Mukherjī was equally unworried.
She had already anticipated everything.
As soon as her son Bharat Chaturvédī would arrive, the entire revolt against Communism would calm down, eventually, ultimately.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr was quite capable in handling such matters.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Rādhā Pandit‘s hand was slowly stroking me with a tight grip.
A clear drop formed on the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock as her tongue made slow circles on the glands.
Rādhā Pandit was bringing the tip of her Pandit tongue to the clear Bachhalyā drop, licking it; the pulling away causing a thin string of pre cum to stretch between my hard Bachhalyā Cock and her beautiful Pandit mouth.
Rādhā Pandit smiled.
She was of course lucky to have this great Bachhalyā Prick.
It was now very much in demand among countless extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, Christian Beauties, Jew Beauties, atheist Beauties and Brāhmañ Beauties too.
Rādhā Pandit rolled her tongue in her mouth savoring the taste then moved her mouth towards my Bachhalyā Cock in earnest.
She took first the head then most of my Bachhalyā shaft into her warm wet Pandit mouth.
She sucked slow deep deliberate strokes.
Rādhā Pandit was taking me deeper each time.
Watching her extremely beautiful Pandit head bobbing between my Bachhalyā legs with my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, at my side; was almost surreal.
Yet it was true.
It was happening.
I had always told Umā Dīxit that the one and only bad part of a blowjob is that I can’t kiss her as I cum.
Therefore, as Rādhā Pandit expertly sucked my throbbing Bachhalyā Cock Umā Dīxit kissed me passionately.
She broke our kiss and whispered in my ear.
Umā Dīxit moved down to my balls and started to suck them as Rādhā Pandit’s head kept bobbing on my Bachhalyā shaft.
She then joined Umā Dīxit.
Each of them was with a Bachhalyā ball in the extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth, sucking me hard.
I groaned deeply and watched as they both started to lick up my Bachhalyā shaft.
Rādhā Pandit’s red Pandit lips were on one side and Umā Dīxit’s pink lips were on the other.
Their both Brāhmañ tongues were licking my aching Bachhalyā rod.
Then they did it.
They both tilted their extremely beautiful Brāhmañ heads towards me and their lips and tongues touched with my hard Bachhalyā Cock between them.
Keeping their extremely beautiful Brāhmañ lips pressed together, forming a tunnel that my Bachhalyā Cock passed through, as their tongues licked my Bachhalyā shaft, causing every nerve ending to spark to life at once.
I could feel my Bachhalyā balls start to tighten and I moaned.
“Rādhā Pandit, Umā Dīxit, mérī Brāhmañ Chhammak Chhallos, I’m getting close.”
As my breathing got shallow and quick, Umā Dīxit moved up to kiss me as Rādhā Pandit sucked me deep into her Pandit mouth again.
Umā Dīxit whispered directing my gaze at her friend.
“I had to promise her your first Bachhalyā load to get her here tonight. It was one of her two conditions.”
Then she kissed me deeply.
She broke our kiss and I watched her put her hand on the back of Rādhā Pandit’s head urging her deeper.
She wrapped her long slender Dīxit fingers around my Bachhalyā Cock and started to stroke me quickly into Rādhā Pandit’s Brāhmañ mouth.
“Come on Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, give it to her. Shoot your hot Bachhalyā load between her red Brāhmañ lips.”
I could feel my Bachhalyā body tighten as my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, continued to stroke my Bachhalyā Cock into her friend’s exquisite Brāhmañ mouth.
I tried to hold off a few seconds longer trying to make it last.
Then there was a sudden jerk of my hips.
Umā Dīxit called out,
“Here it comes, Rādhā Pandit.”
Then Umā Dīxit kissed me passionately.
I could feel Rādhā Pandit’s Pandit lips tighten around the Bachhalyā shaft of my Bachhalyā Cock as I erupted.
Pumping what felt like a quart of hot Bachhalyā cum into the mouth of my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s redhead Pandit friend.
I could hear Rādhā Pandit gulping to swallow as surge after Bachhalyā surge hit the back of her Pandit throat.
As our kiss broke I looked into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, ice blue eyes as she smiled at me.
“Rādhā Pandit is one of the good Bachhalyā Cock suckers Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs of yours, isn’t she, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā?”
I nodded as I looked down at Rādhā Pandit.
Drops of pearl white Bachhalyā cum were still clinging to her Pandit lips.
Her eyes were watering, as Rādhā Pandit squeezed my still throbbing Bachhalyā Cock, milking out the last drop.
“I almost couldn’t handle it all.” Rādhā Pandit acknowledged softly.
“See, I told you,” laughed Umā Dīxit. “Here let me help you.”
As she leaned towards Rādhā Pandit, I was speechless and stunned at what was about to happen.
Umā Dīxit put her long fingers under Rādhā Pandit’s chin, lifted her exquisite Pandit face and kissed her full on the lips licking my Bachhalyā cum from them.
Their tongues probing each other’s exquisite Brāhmañ mouth as their kiss lingered.
I could feel my Bachhalyā Cock start to twitch back to life.
Rādhā Pandit looked at my Bachhalyā Cock as it started to swell again and said.
“I think Durgesh likes seeing us share his Bachhalyā cum. Let’s keep doing it.”
Umā Dīxit just nodded in affirmation licking a drop of my Bachhalyā cum from her lower Pandit lip.
Their hands moved slowly over each other’s body.
Neither of them had done this before so it was new to all of us.
Rādhā Pandit seemed to be bolder than my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit was, as she drew Umā Dīxit’s nipple between her lips causing her to gasp at the sensation.
I was not going to let an opportunity like this pass so I slowly moved between my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, legs, removed her thong panties and placed her Dīxit legs over my Bachhalyā shoulders.
Rādhā Pandit started lightly to lick the puffy folds of Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips.
Umā Dīxit sighed softly as Rādhā Pandit’s tongue worked its way between her folds with long slow broad licks from back to front, causing her body to tighten, tremble, in anticipation.
I soon started making circles around her hard little Dīxit clit with the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock .
This combined with the unfamiliar sensations of having Rādhā Pandit licking and sucking her nipples soon had my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, hurdling towards the brink of orgasm.
Her back arched and her legs tightened around Rādhā Pandit’s neck pressing her Brāhmañ mound to her mouth.
She cried out.
“Hey Bhagvān … Oh, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, fuck me. That’s good!”
Her moans and cries were soon muffled by Rādhā Pandit placing her mouth on her, as she continued to knead Umā Dīxit’s big beautiful tits.
My wife’s friend’s, Umā Dīxit’s, Dīxit body convulsed.
Bucking her hips and quaking, as wave after orgasmic wave coursed through her body, leaving gasping for air with ragged breaths.
Eating my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, Brāhmañ Pussy and bringing her to a strong orgasm has always been one of Rādhā Pandit’s favorite things, but doing this, while I kissed her tits and kissed her lips, was beyond anything I could imagine.
My Bachhalyā Cock was as hard as an iron bar, and I knew right where I wanted to put it.
Rādhā Pandit was on her knees beside my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit.
Umā Dīxit was still trying to catch her breath panting from the series of powerful orgasms that had just wracked her body.
Neither of them was paying very close attention to me until they realized that I had positioned myself behind Rādhā Pandit’s kneeling Pandit body.
Rādhā Pandit was startled as I grabbed her Pandit buttocks in my strong hands holding her fast.
Umā Dīxit, from where she was sitting; could see my face.
She had seen that look before, and knew that her friend was in for one hell of a Bachhalyā ride.
Rādhā Pandit gasped as her panties were torn from her Pandit body with one quick snap of my wrist.
She had always seen me as a gentleman, kind and polite.
This side of me was new to her, but she wanted me now.
She was going to get me.
Rādhā Pandit sighed, looked at Umā Dīxit for guidance, but all Umā Dīxit could do was looking her right in the eyes and say.
“You, my dear Pandit Beauty, are about to get fucked by the ever ravenous Bachhalyā, savagely.”
I pressed my aching Bachhalyā Cock against Rādhā Pandit’s wet hot Brāhmañ Pussy, and felt her muscles slowly start to give way.
Once I had the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock in her, she was mine.
She moaned and gasped as I pushed my Bachhalyā Cock deeper into her stretching Brāhmañ Pussy walls until my Bachhalyā balls rested against her exquisite Pandit Brāhmañ ass.
I withdrew my Bachhalyā Cock until just the tip was still in her and pushed it into her again with one motion, slow and deep.
The next time was a bit faster, and the time after faster yet.
It was until I was pounding her Brāhmañ Pussy from behind as hard as I could.
My Bachhalyā thighs were slapping against her, with each Bachhalyā thrust, sending rippling shockwave across her pretty Pandit ass.
Rādhā Pandit was screaming and moaning as my Bachhalyā Cock assaulted her Brāhmañ Pussy.
Her Pandit body was writhing beneath me as she made guttural sounds as she begged.
“Oh fuck me Durgesh! Hey Bhagvān… Please fuck me harder! Oh yes … OH…OH FUCK!” Her breathing only came in gasps and her back arched as I reached for her bouncing pillowy tits, pinching her nipples as I franticly fucked Rādhā Pandit.
This is when Umā Dīxit returned the favor, slid under Rādhā Pandit’s bouncing Pandit tits, and sucked them while I pressed my Bachhalyā Prick fucking Rādhā Pandit to a new level.
Rādhā Pandit threw back her head causing her deep red Mane of hair to fly to one side.
“Oh fuck … oh .. oh .. oh .. OOOOOH … I’m cumming … OH FUCK me, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā !” Her Pandit body quivered and shook beneath me as jolts of orgasmic pleasure shot through her.
Rādhā Pandit’s Brāhmañ Pussy gripped my thrusting Bachhalyā shaft as I pulled her on my Bachhalyā Cock.
Her Brāhmañ Pussy was so tight and wet gripping me, holding me deep inside her.
I felt like my Bachhalyā loins were on fire as my balls tightened and I gushed my hot Bachhalyā seed deepest into Rādhā Pandit’s Pandit Brāhmañ womb.
All the three of us felt the effects of our salacious adventures so far so we decided to take a break and have a glass of juice.
The Brāhmañ girls went to the bedroom and adjusted what little they had on.
Rādhā Pandit adjusted the cups of her corset so they acted like a shelf bra leaving both of her nipples totally exposed.
We sat, drank our juice and talked for a while.
There was a lot of banter between the Brāhmañ girls.
“Have you ever done that before?” Umā Dīxit asked.
Rādhā Pandit replied.
“Never in my life! Durgesh is the utmost fast worker, I admit.”
Then I had an idea.
“What we need is a little competition to see which of the two of you Brāhmañ Beauties gets my attention next.”
“What do you have in mind?” Umā Dīxit asked.
“Yeah, what kind of competition are you thinking about?” Inquired Rādhā Pandit also, with a sly smile.
“Oh, Brāhmañ Beauties, don’t worry there really aren’t any losers in my idea.”
“OK I’m in.” Chirped my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit.
“Me too.” Added Rādhā Pandit.
“OK … Wait right here. I’ll be right back.”
I quickly went into the bedroom, and returned almost as quickly.
“OK … Who picks first?”
“Rādhā Pandit can.” said Umā Dīxit.
“OK, Rādhā Pandit, which hand do you want right or left.” I asked holding my hands behind my back.”
“Right,” she answered.
“Right it is. So Umā Dīxit, you get the left.” I brought my hands from behind my back.
In each my hand there was a vibrator.
In the right hand was a smooth eight inch very powerful brown vibrator.
In the left was a seven inch black vibrator with the added little clit stimulating bunny on top.
Umā Dīxit asked.
“What are we supposed to do with these?”
“You don’t know?”
“Well, we are not your much experienced Musalmān Beauties. You know. What’s your idea, wise Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Well, both of you sit on the couch and get comfortable. I will kneel between the two of you and insert the vibrators that you have chosen. I will adjust them as instructed by you, and the one who cums first wins.”
“What do we win?” asked Rādhā Pandit.
“The winner gets to do what I say, the looser gets to watch.”
“Sounds like fun either way.” said Umā Dīxit.
Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit sat on the couch side by side, as I positioned myself between them.
The view was amazing.
Two beautiful Brāhmañ Beauties with their legs spread and pure lust in their eyes as I eased the vibrators into their waiting Brāhmañ Pussies.
Once they were in, I hit the switches as close to simultaneously as I could, causing both the Brāhmañ Beauties to twitch with the sensation.
Rādhā Pandit cooed as the vibrations brought her Brāhmañ Pussy to life.
I pushed deep enough into Umā Dīxit to let the little bunny work on her hard Dīxit clit.
Soon Rādhā Pandit’s hips started to grinding against my hand and my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, was arching her back as she grew closer to her climax.
Both of their bodies were writhing there before me and I felt like I had control of their Brāhmañ worlds.
All they wanted was to cum and that was left to my whim.
Both, Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit; were gasping and moaning loudly now.
Each was racing to her finish, not wanting to hold back this time.
I thrust the brown vibrator in and out of Rādhā Pandit’s wet Brāhmañ Pussy.
I turned up the vibrations to max and she screamed with feverish delight.
Umā Dīxit had an almost painful expression on her face as her body tightened.
She pushed down with her heels and lifted her tight Dīxit ass off the couch.
Rādhā Pandit’s knees were up to her heaving chest as she pushed herself towards pleasure.
Then all at once my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, hips bucked and she launched herself into orgasm followed, not five seconds later, by Rādhā Pandit.
Both Brāhmañ Beauties were twisting and writhing in the ecstasy of carnal release, as waves of orgasm washed over them.
“OK Umā Dīxit, you’re the winner.” I announced.
“It’s not fair,” Rādhā Pandit said with a pout on her face. “She had a better vibrator.”
“It was fair Rādhā Pandit.” I teased. “You got to choose first, and you got what you picked. In this house we live up to the wagers we make and the games we play.” I looked at my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, with a teasing smile. “But I tell you what Rādhā Pandit. Being that you lost the challenge, I’ll allow you to pick what I do with Umā Dīxit. How’s that?”
“OK.” Rādhā Pandit said with a bright devilish smile. “Let’s see. Everybody in the office thinks you’re such a prude never fooling around with any of the office hunks, not even flirting. A real tight ass most of the Bachhalyās would say. So that’s it … You have to fuck Umā Dīxit’s tight Dīxit ass.”
Umā Dīxit looked shocked…
“Who says I’m a prude? Just because I’m there to work not play grab ass!”
“OK honey … It’s ok let me just prove them wrong tonight.”
I took Umā Dīxit by hand and we walked back to the master bedroom with Rādhā Pandit following close behind.
My wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, climbed onto our king size bed and bent over giving me a perfect angle to enter her, as I took the slick lube from the nightstand drawer.
I positioned myself behind her and applied a large glob of lube to her Dīxit rectum.
I prepared to place my Bachhalyā Cock at her Dīxit opening when Rādhā Pandit asked.
“Can I help you do that .. please.”
She wrapped her Pandit fingers tightly around my hard Bachhalyā Cock, gave it a few quick strokes and placed the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock against lube that coated Umā Dīxit’s tight pink Dīxit Brāhmañ hole.
I started to push into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, and Rādhā Pandit only let go when there was no more room for her hand.
Umā Dīxit let out a deep guttural moan as my Bachhalyā Cock eased deep into her Dīxit Brāhmañ ass.
I thrust slowly yet deep until my Bachhalyā balls bounced off her Dīxit Brāhmañ asscheeks.
I rocked back and forth fucking my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, tight Dīxit Brāhmañ ass as Rādhā Pandit watched in disbelief as Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ ass accommodated my thick long Bachhalyā Cock.
Her Dīxit moans were more frequent and her breathing was getting more rapid.
I reached around and played with her hard little Dīxit clit.
I felt Rādhā Pandit’s hand on top of mine as I stroked Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy.
I removed my hand and allowed her to continue alone as Umā Dīxit rocked back to meet my thrusting Bachhalyā Cock.
Her back arched and she threw back her head as her Dīxit body trembled in yet another series of orgasmic rushes.
I felt my groin tighten and thrust frantically into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, beautiful peach shaped Dīxit ass as torrents of my hot Bachhalyā sperm gushed into her tight pink Dīxit Brāhmañ ass.
We lay that way joined together until my Bachhalyā Cock hardened again and slipped from Umā Dīxit’s exquisite Brāhmañ ass.
The warmth of our body’s was comforting us.
I got up slowly and went to take a shower before fucking Rādhā Pandit once more.
Yet, this time in her Pandit Brāhmañ ass.
Umā Dīxit wanted it as Rādhā Pandit did for her.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Assistant Professor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt was cooking breakfast naked again, as Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD walked in.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD was on the phone with someone and sounded very happy this morning.
He wasn’t communal originally.
Yet his failure to get his love, Assistant Professor Doctor Rājéshvarī Rājpūt, in marriage had made him somewhat curt to the almost entire Savarñ community of traditional Hindus.
He deliberately converted himself into a tremendously successful playboy dating and fucking almost every Savarñ Beauty available to him.
His communal lust for Savarñ Beauties was so intense that he refused to Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD even when she herself asked him to marry him.
“I am honored, Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD,” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD said gravely, “It’s a great honor for me. But I can’t fight with the criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn, terrorists and other crazy Pseudo Musalmīn that madly try to kill every Non-Muslim that marry any Musalmān lady.”
Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD smiled.
“You are living in a false, imaginary, reality your immensely wrong information has created in your mind only. Nowadays most of the Hindus are married with competent Musalmān ladies and even maintaining their Live In Relationship with us Musalmān Beauties.”
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD smiled too.
“You are correct. But if you peruse them you’d find that most of them are Savarñ Hindus, not us Dalit Hindus.”
“What do you mean?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD asked smiling cunningly.
“Most of the Savarñ women are deliberately vegetarians, not palating even onions and similar vegetables that induce their sexual desires.”
“It has made them the coldest women sexually. Their Savarñ Hindu husbands are fed up of them. They want action that you Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies provide them.”
“It isn’t the case with you Dalit Hindus?”
“Nope! We Dalit Hindus are still fighting for our self respect.”*
Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD smiled.
“My information is different. The Savarñ women are marrying Dalit Hindus more nowadays according to my information.”
“Yes, I agree with you. The scenario is changing fast nowadays.”
“Nowadays?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD kept smiling, “Do you know Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, anyway?”
“Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act? United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations?” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD smiled gravely, “Who the hell doesn’t know him today? He surrendered his entire Brahm Padminī wives to Durgesh immediately as soon as they passed the Act.”
“You think Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā is a damn fool?” Professor Doctor Safiyah Sultān PhD watched Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD inquisitively.
“Certainly not.” Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD said gravely, “Neither Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā is a damn fool, nor the Brāhmañ husbands of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations that extremely loyally surrendered their Brahm Padminī wives too to Durgesh. They were fed up of their ever coldest Brahm Padminī wives. It was a bliss for them to get horny Musalmān Beauties in exchange from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. The bloody caste system is making all these impossible and incredible things possible. It must be abolished at once, without any further delay.”*
Sunandā Ātréý couldn’t digest it any longer.
She had waited for Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD to return to her.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD married her not because he loved her.
He married her only because he was one of the immensely incurable communal Dalit Hindus.
Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD wanted his immensely incurable communal satisfaction having a beautiful traditional Brāhmañ wife.
He wasn’t Durgesh.
It wasn’t easy to be Durgesh.
Even most of the Brāhmañ humanists couldn’t compete with Durgesh in humanity.
Sunandā Ātréý still loved Durgesh immensely.
She was proud of it that she still maintained her clandestine extramarital relationship with me, as Sunandā Ātréý was maintaining when she wasn’t married to Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwar PhD.
I was the ever first man of her life, but alas, I couldn’t remain the last too.
Despite her Jātihīn Hindu Samāj ‘Casteless Hindu Society Movement, Sunandā Ātréý could not succeed in marrying me.
I married Saiyadah Fatimah PhD instead.*
Together we left the alley, and paused at a street vendor’s stand.
“Oh yes, shopping.” I repeated with a smile.
After purchasing some lemonade, we shared the sweet and tart beverage, while strolling down the sidewalk.
Coming to a rest, we looked at a reflection of ourselves in one of the shop windows.
Gazing at my reflection, Sunandā Ātréý took in my strong Bachhalyā features and confidence.
Staring back at Sunandā Ātréý was a man, so full of life and love.
A caring person who made a wish and somehow fate stepped in, allowing it to take place.
Sunandā Ātréý’s Ātréý Brāhmañ gaze traveled down to our hands, noticing how my hand was curled on top of her, protecting Sunandā Ātréý, sheltering Sunandā Ātréý, showing a sense of ownership.
With each pulse of Sunandā Ātréý’s magnificent Ātréý Brāhmañ body, Sunandā Ātréý could feel the need to keep us in this time and place.
Neither one of us wanted our 24 hours ended, but we knew it will, and we knew it had to.
Moving on we continued to walk past people and shops.
Each one was smiling at us as if acknowledging us as a matched set.
Sunandā Ātréý knew that Sunandā Ātréý was my soul mate and that somehow and for some reason we were not allowed to find each other through normal means.
Feeling my gentle pull of her hand, we moved into inside one of her favorite shops.
“Oh how wonderful,” the spark of excitement sounded in her voice.
I chuckled, opened the door and followed in behind Sunandā Ātréý.
The wind brought a mixture of melodies to her ears as it stirred the wind chimes, spread throughout the room.
Taking in the different colors and shapes, as well as all the different musical notes playing in the air, Sunandā Ātréý sighed happily.
I had touched her Ātréý Brāhmañ heart by bringing her here.
I had remembered one of her many passions.
Silently we moved through the displays.
Our hands softly stirred the wind chimes.
Closing her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ eyes, Sunandā Ātréý heard each different note.
Her fingers stirred the bars and strings.
As sunlight poured through the window, rainbows were formed.
They danced across the walls, floors and her Bachhalyā lover’s strong Bachhalyā body.
The beautiful colors shimmered and shined bringing a sense of peace to the room.
Sliding from one to the other Sunandā Ātréý gazed over them, pausing beneath a beautiful glass blown chime.
A star, about the size of her palm, rested at the top.
Suspended from it were various shapes and sizes of more stars.
Looking at the tag and reading its title; Wishes.
Sunandā Ātréý realized we must have this one.
Bringing it down, placing it in my lover’s hands, I smiled my agreement.
I too knew the meaning of the chime’s name.
We moved together, paid for our purchase, returned to the sunny street and headed towards the clothing shop.
Her memory recalled what had transpired early this morning.
The arousing state of her Bachhalyā lover had spilled over into the alley.
Being made to love, with the brick wall pressed against her breast, would be one of many enjoyable memories.
Closing her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ eyes Sunandā Ātréý breathed in the faint scent of our sexual release.
The tingles and shivers I had given Sunandā Ātréý ran through Sunandā Ātréý’s magnificent Ātréý Brāhmañ body again.
Sensing my eyes on Sunandā Ātréý, I too knew what Sunandā Ātréý was thinking.
Pulling Sunandā Ātréý close to me, my Bachhalyā lips touched her beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ lips in a hard and heated Bachhalyā kiss.
Her fingers curled in my hair.
My Bachhalyā tongue slid forcefully against Sunandā Ātréý’s, making Sunandā Ātréý give me possession of her extremely beautiful Ātréý Brāhmañ mouth.
My teeth tugged, and pulled at her bottom lip.
Sucking it with firm pressure.
“Hey Bhagvān, Oh God,” Sunandā Ātréý moaned against my onslaught of Bachhalyā desire.
Her Brāhmañ legs weakened from my Bachhalyā masculine touch.
I pulled her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks closer against me.
Alas, even her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks could not keep her husband, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD, to her.
Sunandā Ātréý often wondered whether it was a blunder to marry Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD despite infinite opposition from almost her every family member, friend, acquaintance and well-wisher.
Was Durgesh right in his perusal of Dalit Hindus?
“Sunandā Ātréý, Mérī Jān, Professor Doctor Narottam Ahirwār PhD is not the perfect match for you.” I had said Sunandā Ātréý pulling her on my lap.
Sunandā Ātréý was immensely glad to find that it wasn’t only a courtesy action from me.
She felt my erection for her between her perfect, round, firm, heavy, plump, gorgeous, extremely beautiful, Ātréý Brāhmañ buttocks.
Hey Bhagvān, Oh God, why Durgesh didn’t marry her?
Everyone thought Durgesh and Sunandā Ātréý would marry.
Even her Bhābhī, Brahmshraddhā Vyās, teased her.
“You marry him, Nanad Jī, I’ll fuck him.”
“Shame on you, Bhābhī,”
“Shame on your Bhaiyā, your Brother, Karñ Nārāyañ Vyās, not on me.”
“Aréréré, Bhaiyā doesn’t fuck you properly?” Sunandā Ātréý teased her Bhābhī, BrahmShraddhā Vyās, feigning mock sympathy for her, “Your Ātréý Brāhmañ Choot too needs my Bachhalyā lover’s Bachhalyā attention?”
“Your knowledge of human history is too poor, Nanad Rānī. Every Brāhmañ Choot always needs Bachhalyā masculine attention.”
“Doob maro chulloo bhar pānī mein jākar.” Sunandā Ātréý laughed mischievously.
“Very smart. You want to get rid of the competition with me for Durgesh’s unique legendary Bachhalyā Lund. You won’t succeed ever.”*
I lay on the bed on Prabhā Shuklā, beside Umā Dīxit, looking across at the totally sated and utterly relaxed Brāhmañ Beauties.
Prabhā Shuklā looked at me properly for the first time since this started.
“Thank you,” she said kissing me.
I could still taste Umā Dīxit on her lips as she did.
She bit at my bottom Bachhalyā lip, not drawing blood, but hard enough.
My Bachhalyā body was so sensitized I could hardly bear it, and groaned aloud.
Umā Dīxit was smiling with pleasure, almost purring as she watched us, like a very contented cat.
She slid up the bed to lie under Prabhā Shuklā, and we lay there, Prabhā Shuklā in the middle of the sandwich, arms intertwined, grasping whatever part of whoever was within reach, before the pleasurable combination of sex and sex took us all into sleep.
I woke in the night and realized I was alone in bed.
I got up and padded to the bathroom.
As I came back, I heard the familiar sounds of sex from the spare room.
I peered through the crack of the open door to see Umā Dīxit spread-eagled on the bed, being brought to climax again by Prabhā Shuklā’s expert hands.
Prabhā Shuklā looked up to see me and smiled happily.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she said.
I was excited yet left the two of them to their pleasure.
Next morning when I woke again, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit were back, one each side of me, sleeping the sleep of the happily excited, their arms thrown across my chest.
As I stirred, Umā Dīxit’s hand slipped down and caught my morning Bachhalyā erection.
It stiffened further as she clasped her hand around it, then she apparently drifted off to sleep again.
I looked across at Prabhā Shuklā.
She too was asleep, a happy smile playing around her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth.
I leaned across and kissed her.
She opened her eyes and looked into mine.
“I didn’t know you had it in you”, I whispered.
She smiled sleepily, and reached down to my Bachhalyā Cock only to find it firmly in Umā Dīxit’s grasp.
She smiled again, cupping my Bachhalyā balls instead and hugging me to her.
“Thank you”, she said again, before drifting off to sleep again.
I lay there for another half hour or so.
Umā Dīxit’s hand idly playing with my Bachhalyā Cock, my hand gently teasing her ring or slipping into her Brāhmañ Pussy as Prabhā Shuklā snored gently on my chest, keeping my Bachhalyā Lund entirely buried deepest into her Shuklā Brāhmañ Choot.
Prabhā Shuklā never allowed Umā Dīxit to sleep having me inside her.
I was in Brāhmañ heaven.
Umā Dīxit stirred herself, stretching her full length.
Turning towards me, she gave my Bachhalyā Cock a squeeze, then kissed me full on the lips.
I stiffened as her exquisite Brāhmañ tongue probed my Bachhalyā mouth.
Prabhā Shuklā had slipped onto her back, so I turned gently towards Umā Dīxit, reaching out and cupping her backside in my hands, pulling her towards me.
I reached down between her legs and found her Brāhmañ Pussy, already warm and wet.
Parting her Brāhmañ thighs, I slipped gently in.
I could feel the Brāhmañ Clit pressing against the top of my Bachhalyā shaft as I pushed forward.
“Don’t move,” Umā Dīxit said, and then she clamped down on me, gripping my Bachhalyā Cock.
I groaned with intense Bachhalyā pleasure and tried to push deeper.
“No,” Umā Dīxit said, “leave this to me.”
For the next 20 minutes, we lay side by side, my Bachhalyā Cock held inside her, as Umā Dīxit clamped down and released it, playing with it as if she had a hand in there.
It was incredible.
Umā Dīxit loved my Bachhalyā penetrations of her Brāhmañ Cunt more when she was not under me.
If Umā Dīxit was on me instead, she loved it more.
Umā Dīxit loved to dominate me in sex while Prabhā Shuklā loved my domination on her more.
Yet, I was surprised when I felt slowly, ever so slowly Umā Dīxit edged me upwards, occasionally dragging a nail down my back or digging it into my Bachhalyā buttocks.
Once she seized my arm and pinched it, twisting.
I bit my tongue to stop myself making any noise.
As I got closer and closer to coming I could see, Umā Dīxit was on the brink too.
Then I came into Umā Dīxit’s tight Brāhmañ Cunt.
It was the most amazing sensation.
I had hardly touched her, no gymnastics, just gentle squeezes and yet I felt as if I had been turned inside out.
I couldn’t help it and Umā Dīxit cried out.
As I came, a hand slid around me from my back and caressed my chest.
“Someone’s having a good time,” said Prabhā Shuklā.
She reached out and teased one of Umā Dīxit’s nipples, which had been softening as we both came.
It sprang back again, stiff and proud.
I looked over my shoulder to see Prabhā Shuklā’s extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face close to me, smiling happily.
She kissed me gently.
“I want breakfast in bed.” she said.
“Can’t you see I’m busy, Brāhmañ Beauty?” I winked lewdly.
Prabhā Shuklā laughed and bit my shoulder.
“I” — bite — “want” – bite — “breakfast!”
“Alright, alright. I get the message.”
I sat up then climbed out of bed, making sure I climbed over Prabhā Shuklā letting my hard, dripping Bachhalyā Cock drag across her.
Prabhā Shuklā laughed again.
“Put that thing away — I know where it’s been. Umā Dīxit enjoyed it instead of me. Am I not your Brāhmañ wife anymore, Bachhalyā Piyā? ”
I stood and looked at the two of them, sprawled across the bed.
Both of them in totally relaxed abandoned comfort.
I bent down and kissed Prabhā Shuklā on the forehead, blew a kiss to Umā Dīxit, and started to fuck both of them one by one, as if a bear gone mad.
Umā Dīxit, my wife’s friend, was just full of surprises.
She had just gone through an elaborate salacious roll playing weekend in Atlantic City to pay off a bet we had, so that I wouldn’t get to have sexual relations with Rādhā Pandit and now she was presenting her to me as a birthday gift.
Well I was not stupid.
I was not about to ask her why she had changed her mind.
We could get into that conversation later.
For now, I was resolved to thoroughly enjoy the sensual sight set before me.
Umā Dīxit was wearing a black lace shelf bra that did little to nothing to contain her beautiful 36DD breasts.
I could tell she was very excited by the expectations of the night.
Her mocha nipples were fully erect and protruded past the outer confines of the shelf that her bra provided.
She also wore a matching garter and little black lace thong panties that left no doubt that she had shaved completely smooth.
Black thigh high stockings with a lace banded top and a pair of spiked Patten leather heels that completed her ensemble, accentuating her strong legs and making her curvaceous 5’7″ frame seem even taller.
Rādhā Pandit wore a smooth black and red corset that was laced up the front by a crimson ribbon.
The corset was synched tight at her waist by the ribbon but became looser as it reached her full 34D breasts.
The gap formed by the loosened lattice effect of the ribbon allowed the inside edge of her pink breasts to be visible as the half cups of the top supported her.
Allowing just the slightest hint of her pink areolas to be seen peeking over the top of the lace fringed edge.
She also wore black thigh high stockings that seemed to shimmer on her shapely Brāhmañ legs, and a pair of bright red high heels.
I could feel my Bachhalyā Cock instantly start to respond to the beautiful sight before me.
The exhibition of contrasts in stunning Brāhmañ female form and elegance was exquisite.
Umā Dīxit was tall with shoulder length golden blonde hair, and ice blue eyes.
Long graceful limbs and supple Brāhmañ body with fabulous full natural breasts.
Rādhā Pandit was shorter, yet more compact with a long thick mane of deep red chestnut hair, green eyes, and a luscious Pandit body with smooth flawless alabaster Brāhmañ skin.
This was truly a sight to behold, and any red blooded Bachhalyā would be aroused by seeing it.
Nevertheless, here I was in my living room with these two ravishing Brāhmañ Beauties both of which fully intended to service me.
WOW life was good… It was very good!
As Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit walked across the room, side by side, there was a dizzying display of undulating Brāhmañ breasts, swaying Brāhmañ buttocks and gorgeous Brāhmañ legs.
Each of them was doing her best to be the sultry seductress.
I could feel their effect long before either Brāhmañ Beauties got to me, and I’m sure that’s just what they had in mind.
Umā Dīxit was the first to speak.
“Durgesh, méré Bachhalyā Piyā, Just sit back and enjoy yourself. Let us Brāhmañ Beauties take care of you now.”
With a devilish grin on her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face Rādhā Pandit said.
“Yes, let us do all the work, big Bachhalyā. This is a birthday you’re going to remember for a long time.” Biting her lower lip, then with a sexy smile… “If you survive.” Both Brāhmañ Beauties giggled.
“Take your best shot, Brāhmañ Beauties. If I’m going to check out that’s how I want to do it.”
Umā Dīxit approached me on my left side and Rādhā Pandit was on my right, each Brāhmañ Beauty kissing my neck and not allowing me to taste their quivering Brāhmañ lips as the unbuttoned my shirt.
Working in tandem, they unbuckled my belt and opened my pants.
Finally, Umā Dīxit kissed me firmly on the lips, and whispered in my ear.
“Happy birthday, Durgesh, my Bachhalyā Piyā.”
Our tongues twined and twisted together as Rādhā Pandit’s hands moved over my chest.
As soon as the kiss with my wife’s friend broke, Rādhā Pandit moved in to take her place.
This was the first time I had kissed Rādhā Pandit other than a hello or goodbye peck.
The first thing I noticed was how soft her Brāhmañ lips felt.
Then her Brāhmañ tongue passed over my Bachhalyā lips and into my mouth.
I could feel her lustful urges as our tongues danced together.
Umā Dīxit was kissing my neck at the same time and I was in Brāhmañ heaven.
I moved a hand up each smooth Brāhmañ body.
I was feeling the differences and the similarities.
As my Bachhalyā hand moved over Rādhā Pandit’s firm Brāhmañ breast, I tugged at the material allowing her breast exposed.
I rolled her nipple between my fingers causing her to moan into my mouth as we kissed.
My left hand was moving over Umā Dīxit’s sleek Dīxit body and I wanted to see just how aroused this whole scenario had gotten her so I moved my hand between her Dīxit legs and up to her black lace thong panties.
My Bachhalyā finger pressed the sheer little lace patch against her wet Brāhmañ Pussy causing Umā Dīxit to moan deeply.
“Oh, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, fuck me. That feels good.” she kissed my neck and bit my shoulder.
Both Rādhā Pandit and my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, were dragging their nails across my chest as we continued to kiss.
Neither Brāhmañ Beauty had yet touched my swollen Bachhalyā Cock.
And at this point I was sure I wanted them to.
As that thought passed through my head, Rādhā Pandit broke our kiss and both Brāhmañ Beauties grabbed at my pants.
I asked them to slow down but they were beyond my reasoning with them.
Umā Dīxit smiled broadly, as my pants were pulled past my hips and told Rādhā Pandit’s watch this directing her gaze at my Bachhalyā crotch.
With one more tug, my Bachhalyā Cock quite literally sprang free right before their Brāhmañ eyes.
Umā Dīxit laughed,
“I love when this Bachhalyā Cock does that.”
“Wooo,” Rādhā Pandit looked at my Bachhalyā Cock for the first time and whispered to my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit. “You weren’t kidding about the size. Were you? Hey Bhagvān, the Bachhalyā Cock is big.”
My wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, smiled.
“Just ten inches long it is, and almost five inches around. It may take some practice to get it down your Brāhmañ throat but stuffing it in your Brāhmañ Pussy feels amazing!”
“Ummm Brāhmañ Beauties?”
“Oh yeah,” they both giggled again.
Rādhā Pandit wrapped her delicate fingers around my Bachhalyā Cock.
Her red nails stood out in stark contrast to the skin of my Bachhalyā Cock.
She looked up at me and in a soft voice.
“I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”
Rādhā Pandit lowered her full Pandit lips towards my hard Bachhalyā Cock.
Her lipstick matched her nails deep red color.
As she opened her Pandit mouth to accommodate my Bachhalyā girth she formed an almost perfect O with her lips, as her pink tongue reached for the first touch and taste of my Bachhalyā Cock.
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