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
Looking down and seeing Ramā Bhārgav’s musky Bhārgav Brāhmañ hole stuffed with my veined Bachhalyā rod sliding in and out was a wonderful vision.
“Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā! Now I want you to fuck me harder and slower,” She instructed, “and when you’re all the way up in there, keep it in for a while.”
I fucked as I was requested.
Who was I to question?
Every slow, hard stroke was complete joy.
I knew that the rectum is full of nerve endings and several muscles and a major artery.
Done right, even the ass fucking can be great for all involved.
The muscles would account for the heavenly tightness, and I could also feel the artery pulsating.
“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feels so good in my Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass! Ahhhhh it’s soooooo big! It’s sooooo deep!”
But there was a difference too.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl loved my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund more in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass than she loved it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even.
She asked me usually to grab her ever erect Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān boobs strongly and penetrate her from her ever glorious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass both alternatively.
None of us both was aware how much.
Time was immaterial.
It seemed to be infinity.
Then I heard the sounds.
These were the sounds of a woman near orgasm.
Her tight Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole was gripping my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund even tighter pulsating and spasming with her orgasm.
This was what pushed me over:
The thought that Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, would have anal sex, coupled with the thought that she enjoyed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund in her twenty nine years old young Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass so much that she could cum as a result.
My own toes started to curl and my feet and calves seized up.
My heart felt like it was going to explode.
The wonderful electricity ran from my heart down my body to my hips simultaneously with the same electricity running from the balls of my feet, up my calves through my thighs to my hips where it exploded through my own rectum, which seemed to clench up, through my testicles then finally out of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.
My hips began to buck and hump involuntarily as if I was some sexual marionette controlled by an unseen puppet master pulling my strings.
She had stopped touching her clit and now the only movements were the deep breaths she was taking.
With her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass cheeks still aimed skyward I watched her asshole’s aperture slowly shrink, like a closing magical portal to the dimension of ecstasy, as my creamy Bachhalyā jizz dripped and bubbled out of it.
I was fighting off a wave of post-orgasmic sleepiness, slowly regaining my breath.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, as if boasting about her vaginal and anal acumen.
“Oh, wow, still tingling.”
“You’re super stimulated.”
“Yeah… I guess… Whatever it is, it’s awesome.”
“And you?” I inquired, feeling the pressure of satisfying her.
“Uh, yeah sure, “I responded proudly, triumphantly.
and she slowly and carefully retreated from the bed and me, always keeping her hind end pointed at me.
I must have had a look of some question on my face, because she answered without being questioned:
“I feel like I have a gallon of your Bachhalyā cum up my Bhārgav Brāhmañ rectum! I’d like to rid myself of it. I’m just going to wash up a bit and then I’ll be right back,” gesturing with those sexy eyes and a head motion towards a door to the bath that was off of the master bedroom.
I watched her lovely form walk to the door and then disappear behind it.
I snatched her hand in mine before she could get far. Somewhat surprised, she turned halfway to face me I was still looking for some kind of connection or acceptance from this woman who’d stepped out of my dreams, and I was worried about what I took as a mixed review of my sexual prowess.
“If you just give me two minutes, I can fuck you again,” I offered. “Slower, if that’s how you want it.”
She moved my hand to her mouth and kissed it.
She looked at me with kind eyes and replied,
“‘Two?’ I’ll give you twenty!”
The way she did this made me see that she understood my ever youth and my sexual experience.
She saw my need for her approval, my desire to please her.
She knew that what she’d said would make me feel like I had satisfied her and that I was off the hook.
So, I’m good enough to earn twenty more minutes of her time, I thought to myself.
I’m good enough to wait twenty minutes to get fucked again.
She had two small wash cloths folded over her arm.
She knelt on the floor beside the bed and dipped one of them in the basin.
She began to gently clean my cock with soft, gentle swabs of the cloth.
The slow, sensual way she cleaned my dick and balls didn’t keep me from asking naughtily.
“What are you doing?”
Patently she answered in a soft sexy voice without ever taking her hands or eyes off my genitals:
She stared at my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund as if entranced by it, softly biting her own lower lip as was her habit.
The slow, thorough way she washed my shlong and ball bag with care was evidence that this was all part of the “process of pleasure” she’d spoken of.
That thought alone made me both understand and enjoy this sensual sponge bath.
The summer breeze wafted into the room like a silent visitor and caressed my now clean, wet sex organs it felt cool and refreshing.
Then she took the other cloth and softly patted me dry.
All of this was too much, and my blood started to flow south towards my Bachhalyā crotch.
She gazed at my exposed Bachhalyā manhood like a hungry person would behold a favorite meal, watching intently as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund visibly grew before her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes.
I spread the lower portion of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass crack and upper thigh with the back of my hand and touched the lips of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.
This caused her to stand straight up.
“Slow down a second. I want to out dump this basin. Then I want to lie with you and let things happen naturally.” She walked away, taking the wash basin with her.
“So tell me, you just fuck your clients? Or am I special?” she said with a Cheshire cat grin.
“What’s with all the questions?”
“Sorry. It’s a game I like to play. I try to read you and then see how well I did.”
I didn’t say anything, only smiled.
“Durgesh, you’re a horny guy.”
“I guess so, myself too.”
She raised her sculpted eyebrows and smirked a cute little smirk.
“I watched you mentally undress every beautiful woman who walked in or out of here tonight, including Nādirah and me.”
“Well, isn’t that normal?”
“Yes, but you’re very obvious about it.”
“It shows the beautiful ladies that I’m interested in them. If they too are interested in me, we can enjoy sex mutually.”*
I couldn’t believe her.
“Isn’t it a favor?”
“Durgesh, she is my best friend,”
“She must see a psychiatrist,”
“She has seen,”
“What did the psychiatrist suggest to your best friend?”
“To see you, the utmost successful Sex Therapist.”
“It’s not a problem that needs a sex therapy.”
“The psychiatrist says it’s not only a psychological problem. It involves sex too. So, Nanditā must see you, the optimum Sex Therapist, instead of a female psychiatrist.”
“You want me to rape your friend, Nanditā Joshī?”
Nanditā Joshī looked at me boldly at first.
Yet, she bent her head down realizing her guilty request.
Yes, Nanditā Joshī was very beautiful.
She wasn’t a Just Eighteen Just Adult too.
Nanditā Joshī herself was twenty eight.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I exclaimed.
“My father, Tribhuvan Nārāyañ Joshī too has seen you having sex with my Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam. He has asked her to stop having sex with you if she really wants to marry my father.”
“I think you should marry, Nanditā Joshī.” I said gravely.
“The reason is quite obvious,” I smiled at Nanditā Joshī.
“There isn’t any Mr. Perfect anywhere. You’ve searched for him for ten long years. Still you couldn’t understand it?”
“What do you mean?” Nanditā Joshī said furiously, “They all claim you are the Mr. Perfect.”
“I’m Sixty Six now.”
“Well, age is no bar.”
“Your father, Tribhuvan Nārāyañ Joshī, is ready for it?”
“I don’t need his consent.”
“I’m no Mr. Perfect.”
“The entire womankind doesn’t agree with you.” Nanditā Joshī smiled, “Tell me only one thing. Why every beautiful woman is crazy to have sex with you?”
“Because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Seven Movements, her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade etcetera have advertised my sexual prowess too much among womankind. They aren’t crazy for me actually, they are crazy for that imaginary Durgesh that doesn’t exist anywhere actually.”
Nanditā Joshī laughed,
“Despite you are fucking now almost every beautiful houselady, your mythic is still not broken?”
“Well, I try to be competent sexually for them.”
“I watch my Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam, when you fuck her. That isn’t any myth. That isn’t what I have heard only. I do watch it clandestinely since ten years. You just keep fucking her enormously. Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends have also joined you both in this period.”
“And you watched them too, having sex with me?”
“And you think they are crazy for me for my matchless sexual prowess?”
“You are unique in sex, yes!”
“While a large number of them are after my endless money.” I said curtly, “They deliberately lie about my sexual prowess because they get money for it from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Modern Democratic Årabia, the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade , etcetera.”
“Even if it is so, how can it help you to do what I myself am watching for ten long years? That can’t be untrue.”
“Try to understand, Durgesh,” Ramā Bhārgav tried to explain, “Nanditā Joshī can’t request anyone else to rape her. He would blackmail her to continue. Everyone is not as kind, understanding and sympathetic to us womankind as you are.”
“Wājidah has convinced Nanditā Joshī that she enjoyed a sexual adventure very much that she never enjoyed even with the same Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. Nanditā Joshī wants to enjoy the thrill in it herself too. You are the only safe choice.”
I kept watching them.
“She wanted some degree of security but wasn’t sure how to go about it.” Ramā Bhārgav said, “Nanditā Joshī had been discussing possibilities with me and I had the brainwave that you would make the perfect rapist.”
“Thank you very much for that vote of confidence, Ramā Bhārgav.” I said sarcastically.
The girls now had a theoretical rapist and a voluntary victim, but weren’t sure how to get the show on the road.
I pushed a bit harder on why they had chosen me for a rapist.
It turned out they trusted me.
They knew I wouldn’t actually do anything to hurt Nanditā Joshī, excluding the little matter of rape, and that I wouldn’t expect to discontinue on a sexual relationship with her afterwards. It would just be a once off rape so that Nanditā Joshī could experience it.
“So what you really want is for Nanditā Joshī to have some consensual non-consensual sex,” I told them. “The way it works is that Nanditā Joshī gives her consent at the start and can’t withdraw that consent. It doesn’t matter if she changes her mind, as I would just ignore any refusal. You would, in the initial consent, agree to certain limits. For example, you would make the consent time-frame limited. You may say it applies to tomorrow and runs for forty eight hours, starting at midnight tonight. You may also like to limit the number of times you’re agreeing to have sex in that period. You don’t want to find yourself being pounced on every couple of hours and forced to have sex. And you may want to limit what I can do. Do you understand how it works?”
“I think so,” said Nanditā Joshī. “I’d say that you can have sex with me once tomorrow and then I forget about it, but at some stage tomorrow you ravish me.”
“Close, but not quite accurate. What it means is that sometime tomorrow I would take you, even if you changed your mind and decided you didn’t want sex with me after all. I would already have irrevocable permission, and if you do change your mind you’re going to be raped anyway. And I might want you to do things you don’t want to do. What would you do if I demanded that you give me a blowjob to start with?”
Both the girls blushed at that and looked at each other.
“Um, I’m not sure,” said Nanditā Joshī. “I might refuse to do that.”
“And I’m the rapist, remember. I might not let you refuse. How would you react if I spanked you until you agreed to do the blowjob?”
There was more blushing and exchanging of glances, but Nanditā Joshī actually looked a little intrigued.
“I’m not sure that I’d like a spanking,” she said.
What the hell. I was sitting down and she was standing right there in front of me wearing a short skirt.
“Let’s find out,” I said and took hold of her arm and pulled.
Nanditā Joshī suddenly found herself across my knee.
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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 was wildly kissing and thrashing my face in her tits and groping her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, bottom with both my hands kneading her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, perfectly round, firm, young, Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks.
She was lying on top of me when we finally came to be face to face, and she planted another deep kiss on me, clutching both my wrists over my head while pinning me to the bed.
She whispered in my ear,
Then, with a pregnant pause, she whispered in my other ear,
“And it’s a process of pleasure.”
Her soft voice and breath in my ears sent shivers down my spine and gave me goose flesh.
Calmed by this, I lay motionless, glad to let her lead the way.
My ego wasn’t even slightly affected.
As she kissed my neck, she caressed my arms and chest softly, barely even touching.
First it was the tongue, then a kiss, and then another little bit of tongue.
That was her technique as she worked her way down.
“Fātimaaaaaaaaaaah Jalāaaaaaaaaaaal,” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl refused violently to accept her correction, “You aren’t Ramā Bhārgav actually. Your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, calls you with that ridiculous name. You are Fātimah Jalāl. Understand? That’s how I named you.”
I felt her mouth and tongue on my ball bag.
That’s how they win ever immensely capable Bachhalyās.
I was blasted away by this!
It wasn’t that I’d never been sucked off before, but I was still under the impression that you had to work on a girl for a long time to get her to suck you.
A blow job on a first time was a foreign idea to me.
I’d always had to wait in relationships for a long time before a girl would bestow oral pleasure upon me.
My youth and my still ignorance were apparent to me even as it was happening.
Then, taking a long, slow, deep, fluid swallow, she made my manhood disappear once again.
Down, down all the way, down deep, and then holding me there for a long second.
Coming up in ultra-slow motion.
The way Ramā Bhārgav lifted my scrotum while she made long, slow passes up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund did something to intensify the sensation.
Then, all at once, she started to ratchet up both the suction and speed, bobbing her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ head more vigorously and sucking down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund with more Bhārgav Brāhmañ energy.
“If you want to remain confined exclusively to Durgesh only, it’s all right, Fātimah Jalāl,”
As she sucked me, she began to caress and tickle the underside of my seed bag, slowly roaming to the little place where the scrotum ends.
This was a new sensation, and even my utmost experienced mind was getting in the way again.
Part of me was saying to myself internally,
“You can’t let her touch your hips! You’re a man!”
Both sides of my brain came to an agreement:
They agreed to stop her hand and the blowjob as well for fear that I might cum before I got to fuck her.
Covered in sweat, I lightly directed her head up until she took my tool out of her mouth.
She looked up with her beautiful eyes and quickly got the hint.
She arose and then lay beside me.
I turned to her and asked,
“Do you want this?” as I placed her hand on my stiff Bachhalyā member.
“Yes,” she said, never looking away from me.
“Then what shall we call it?” I teased in an attempt at sexy pillow talk.
“Your cock,” she answered in her soft alluring way.
“My pussy,” she replied.
Almost involuntarily I blurted out my first sexy talk.
Feeling relaxed and unashamed to talk sexy felt liberating and free.
In fact, I liked it and loved the fact the she was getting off hearing me say those words.
She talked right back at me.
“You, the man I fuck, are older than me when all I want is your hard, experienced Bachhalyā cock. Sure, you have money, and you can keep it! I have my own money too not to be dependent on you financially. My ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, hates immensely that any of her countless daughters be ever dependent on any male whether financially or otherwise.”
“So you don’t mind that I’m sixty six now,” It was a grave question, asked equally gravely.
“No, I want to have you because you’re sixty six,” she too looked at me gravely.
Her dominant personality was taking control of me again.
No woman however beautiful she were had succeeded ever in controlling me.
Was it because I was more Shaktimān, full of Cosmic energy, than anyone of them?
“I’m twenty nine,” Ramā Bhārgav said, shifting her beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes toward my ever handsome ever young utmost experienced Bachhalyā hard-on and gesturing at it with her chin, “and you don’t seem to mind. Why should your age bother me? It is Infinite BrāhmKalp now. Is it not?”
I spread her thick, shapely legs.
I slid my sixty six years old, utmost experienced legendary Bachhalyā Lund into her hot, wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, wrapping my arms around her for leverage, then launching myself into her as hard as I could, finishing the move with a hump and snap of my pelvis.
I would repeat this over and over till the end – A power fuck as hard and fast as I could.
The Infinite BrāhmKalp needed it.
This was hard, hot and wild sex.
It was all I knew.
It seemed to be working.
Again, in my expertise in the art of fucking, I managed to find just what she wanted.
Too instead, were trying to improve themselves constantly.
The moans and screams were nice to hear.
“You like getting fucked, don’t you!” I grunted.
Our bodies, now dripping in sweat, made a slapping sound when my hips collided with hers.
Then another series of moans and screams of passion accompanied that wonderful slapping and slurping sound our bodies made.
Now, I was in control, and she had lost her composure. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, and could not form the words to speak, only breathless moans and coos.
Wanting a change of pace, I withdrew from her and nudged her to flip over.
“I’m going to take you from behind,” I told her in my sexiest Bachhalyā tone.
The view, from behind her, was amazing.
She was facing the headboard during our doggie style romp.
After a while, without explanation, she slid forward and my tool fell out of her honey pot.
“What’s wrong?” I inquired.
“Nothing … just a second,” the words barely escaped her mouth.
She was leaning forward and reaching for something.
By the headboard, there was a nightstand with a lamp.
I thought for a second her aim was to shut or dim the lights.
Instead, she was reaching for the little knob on the drawer of the nightstand.
What she retrieved out of the drawer almost made my heart stop.
A full size tube of K-Y jelly was now in her hand, and she was handing it back to me as the moment of surprise and joy struck me like a ton of bricks.
Was this what I thought it was?
I thought I had better check first but didn’t want to scare away the moment.
Thinking quickly, I managed to play dumb:
“No!” she said, again with authority in her sultry voice. Then she uttered the words I thought I’d never hear Ramā Bhārgav say to me: “I want you to fuck me up the ass!”
I gazed upon her welcoming, sweat-soaked Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks shining like two hot buttered globes. Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, peered back at me over her shoulder, still on hands and knees while I was visually taking in the beauty of her round firm Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and its lovely crevice, following the crevice down to the wrinkled pucker of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole and her battered Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot lips, glistening and dripping with her sweet Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey.
I squeezed some K-Y on to the head of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and slowly spread it down its length.
Rubbing her waist and lower back was a sensual experience for me, too.
This allowed me a chance keeping the mood sexy and erotic.
I then got the K-Y jelly ready.
The mystery and darkness of it , the naughty taboo of it, made me hot and want to get down to business.
I squeezed out a liberal glob of it and placed it on her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bung hole, plastering her rectal pucker, caressing and spreading it in circular strokes, slowly putting more and more pressure on her asshole until the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund was in it just past the first knuckle.
With slow, steady pressure, I worked my lubed ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund in her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass as far as it would go.
“OHH, Ohh that’s it right there.” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, instructed. “Keep your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund there …… feel my Bhārgav Brāhmañ anal muscles relax and open slowly,” Ramā Bhārgav added, now fully enjoying the insertion. “Now your push your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more, let the half of it go inside,” she moaned.
I noticed that she never enjoyed anally the withdrawing of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more than the forward thrusts.
Satisfied that Ramā Bhārgav‘s nether region was lubed and loosened adequately, I readied myself with more lube and was ready to mount Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, stealing another peek at her Bhārgav Brāhmañ sphincter, now visibly more open than before.
I had a little trouble getting in her backdoor properly, despite my utmost experience.
Ramā Bhārgav reached back, got hold of my erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and guided me up in to her ever beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, a procedure that always made me horny when I saw it happen.
I penetrated Ramā Bhārgav deeper and deeper until I was balls deep, and the pink Bhārgav Brāhmañ ring of her sphincter expanded fully accommodating my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.
It was so tight and hot.
It felt nice.
“Is that good?” I asked. “Does my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feel good up your young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass?” I smiled proudly.
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Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
He was adamant.
His father and grandfather both were Brahmarshis in HVSI.
Kaikasī Chaturvedī was smart enough to understand her eldest son’s mood perfectly.
She masterminded her entire planning keeping his every potential step carefully in consideration.*
When Muħammad got engaged, it was a bit of a relief for me. Muħammad had been miserable for years after Muħammad’s wife had deserted him for me, three weeks before his Sixty Sixth birthday.
Now he seemed to be back to a vague semblance of his former self.
I was glad.
My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, had been through a lot.
It was more troublesome for me, because his wife had deserted Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah for me.
“I’m very sorry, Muħammad,” I said sincerely, “I never thought she was interested in me sexually.”
Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah laughed.
“Infinite BrāhmKalp has come. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says there were only two couples in BrāhmKalp, Brāhmañ Muslimāt and Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs. I think my wife was afraid of herself that Niranjan could not win her from me. She preferred you on Niranjan.”
“Niranjan Sharmā.” Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah said, “You know. He is Waħīdah’s Kħālāzād cousin.”
Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah sighed.
“Niranjan Sharmā is close enough to Bhārgav
I had, of course, met Muħammad’s fiancée a few times when she’d stayed at our house, but after a while, Muħammad asked me if I’d be all right if Zakiyah moved in with us.
There was concern on Muħammad’s face, but it was unnecessary.
I was a quietly confident ever young man, who was simply happy for Muħammad to have found someone.
But when Muħammad came to pick him up from HVSI, I did not expect to find what I did.
When I climbed up into the back of the four-by-four, there was a dazzlingly attractive slim Musalmān redhead sitting inside, smiling at me. She was about twenty eight years old, dressed in a disturbingly low-cut turquoise top and green miniskirt.
Her legs were covered in nylons.
“Hi Durgesh,” said Muħammad.
“Durgesh,” Zakiyah smiled at me, “this is my daughter, Al Jalal Al Fātimah.”
“Hi,” Al Jalal Al Fātimah had an amazing smile.
She gently shook my hand and I couldn’t help but smile seductively.
I was completely amused to female company – especially such beautiful Musalmān female company.
Musalmān females were my specialty.
Even the BrāhmKalp could not take beautiful Musalmān houseladies away from me.
Yet, I was an exception.
Waħīdah preferred me on Niranjan Sharmā.
Waħīdah loved Durgesh.
Niranjan Sharmā was surprised.
“I don’t think so, Niranjan Sharmā.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s normal.” Niranjan Sharmā interrupted Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, “In BrāhmKalp every Brāhmañ girl is a Brāhmañ’s sister according to Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā. She is not marriageable with a Brāhmañ. The Brāhmañs are required to marry Muslimāt and Muslimāt only to devote themselves to religious severities for their entire life.”
“I wanted to remind you it.”
His tone was somewhat curt to Niranjan Sharmā.
Niranjan Sharmā looked at him helplessly.
“Nevertheless, the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI is supporting Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, not Durgesh.”
The phone rang and she reached over to answer it.
“I was just…” she paused and looked at the TV, “…working on something.”
“It’ll only take a few minutes, I forgot a file I kinda need for work. Can you go on my computer and email it to me. It’s -”
“Now, now, I’m not going to remember. Just gimmie a second and I’ll go to your room and pick up the phone there, ok?”
Sītā Bhārgav made her way to the second floor of the big house she shared with me and her father Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav.
Sītā Bhārgav turned on my computer and picked up the phone in my room.
I was giving her instructions but we were having trouble communicating.
“And you searched for the filename? You’re sure you spelt it correctly…”
“Hmmm…” I muttered. “I guess I don’t absolutely have to have it…um…oh, Damn it! Of course!”
“Oh…oh geez, sorry Sītā dear.”
“Sorry about it. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”
I laughed too.
“Three in one?”
“All in one, you Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ.”
“Yeah, it’s just that I totally forgot something. Here’s what you need to do…” I explained to my Bhārgav Brāhmañ beloved of thirty years how to unlock the hidden and encrypted files on my computer using a password.
She sent off the email.
I confirmed I received it.
She hung up the phone and let me get back to work.
She hesitated for a moment.
What was there to go to except boring TV or a stack of books she didn’t really want to read, or a bed where sleep lately was elusive?
Didn’t she see something interesting a moment ago?
She opened up the list of files again.
Sure enough, there was the previously-hidden ‘Work Stuff’ folder they struggled so long to find.
And beside it some other uninteresting hidden folders were now revealed, like ‘HVSI Reports’ and ‘Bank Files’.
‘Pr0n Flicks’ and ‘Pics of Slutz’ and ‘XXX Stories’.
‘No,’ she thought, ‘they can’t be. Well…well, maybe he’s just got one or two things on here…I’m sure there’s a lot of peer pressure to know a bit about that sort of thing…’
She opened up ‘Pr0n Flicks’.
The list of files was so long it scrolled down past the bottom of the screen; titles like ‘Anal Trainer’ and ‘Ass Worship’ and ‘Buttman’s Big Butt Backdoor Babes’.
She double-clicked on a file and the starting credits began to play, a rapid-fire sequence of tits and ass and cocksucking and fucking and pussy eating and assfucking and double-penetration and cum splashing everywhere and and and…
She clicked it closed.
She went to the ‘Pics of Slutz’ folder.
As with the other folder, along with the main list of files there were subdirectories.
The one right at the top was named ‘AAAAA HOT DAMN IT – THE BEST – WHACKOFF SLIDESHOW’.
Here she found explicit, hardcore digital images.
Her Bachhalyā lover, Durgesh, had pictures of beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies and Brāhmañ houseladies even, in leather, in rubber, in lace, in chains, and of course in nothing at all.
“I would have never of suspected,” she said to herself, “I would have never have known.” Then she gave a little smirk. “No wonder he likes computers so much.”
Among the folders I made were ‘Anal Fuckfests’, ‘Mind Control’ and ‘Ashvinātam is Best’.
She knew about computers herself.
Who doesn’t in this immensely advanced Infinite BrāhmKalp?
Of course it was a long username.
It wasn’t possible even.
Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā was the paramount constitution here.
It was legally a tremendously punishable crime and morally an immensely despised great sin.
“Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu didn’t go through immense religious severities to marry Bhārgavīs with Bachhalyās.” Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav said furiously, “Bhārgavīs deserve Durgesh himself, no other Bachhalyā even.”
Vibhīshañ Bhārgav had argued,
“There were no Bachhalyās then anywhere when Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu had gone through immense religious severities to get infinite extremely beautiful daughters. Durgesh was the only husband available to them. Hence it’s a wrong argument that Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu didn’t go through immense religious severities to marry Bhārgavīs with Bachhalyās. He himself prepared Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, ‘Bhr’gu Shāstr Samvidhān’, constituting Brahmkanyās to marry with the Bachhalyās. There isn’t any exception for Bhārgavīs in Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, Bhr’gu Shāstr Samvidhān, that Bhārgavīs have exclusive rights on the rest of the Brahmkanyās to be Brahm Jagdambās everyone.”
Vibhīshañ Bhārgav was defeated tremendously.
Nevertheless, she was jealous of beautiful Musalmān houseladies now immensely.
Bhārgavīs were no exception.
She’d gone through much of the rest of my room, and found more things to pique her interest.
In the corners of my closet and in the backs of drawers she’d found recordable CD’s with suggestive labels, porn tapes and DVD’s, and stacks of magazines.
As she listened to me move around in another part of the house, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was in her bedroom behind a closed door, kneeling over on her bed and flipping through a magazine, ‘Ass-Fuckers Vol.5 No.2’, which she was sure I wouldn’t miss from my large stack.
One of her hands was between her legs rubbing her pussy, and occasionally her fingers would reach farther, to rub the sensitive crinkle of her asshole, which would make her whole body shudder.
She was always very conservative, wearing perfect business attire; usually pantsuits that always left as little visible as possible of her neck, arms, and legs.
Her hair was always tied up in a bun or back in a tight ponytail, and her shoes were always sensible.
Not that this was foremost in my mind when I saw her, but it was the way she had always dressed since I had remembered, even back before her and her husband had split up.
It was as though Dr. Sītā Bhārgav were another species from the females I saw at HVSI, on TV, or in the pornography I consumed, the ones so willing to flaunt themselves and their sexuality just to get attention.
I grunted, and out of the corner of my eye saw her hauling some bags up to her room.
I didn’t glance over for a while, but when I did I was shocked and couldn’t break my stare.
I always thought Sītā Bhārgav had a classical face; fine lines and delicate features, a little reminiscent of the Mona Lisa, or of Greek and Roman sculptures I’d seen. She’d always worn big, practical glasses, her new pairs just like her old ones, but now for the first time I saw her wearing a sleek pair with tortoise-shell rims, that reminded me of cat’s eyes.
Her hair was sandy-brown, and at the top of her head it fell straight, but then began to curl at the level of her eyes.
She wore it untied now, and it fell around her shoulders.
Her excellent exquisite thirty years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ body, with exceptions, was slim; especially her crane-like neck, her delicate wrists, and her ankles where the contours of bone showed clearly.
But nature had also designed her body so that her breasts were large and full, and were supported by strong shoulders, and her hips and ass were big and full as well, supported by thick muscular smooth bhbr thighs.
Every daughter of Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav was a specimen of exquisite excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ beauty.
Now, she wore a flimsy wool cardigan, rose pink, with a knit loose enough to clearly show the bra underneath, and a plunging open neck that showed off much of her shoulders and the cleavage of her upper chest.
A cream-colored skirt stopped just above her knees, but had a slit up the side where I could see the top of a smoky brown stocking.
Her feet rested in shoes with a medium heel.
“Wow,” I said as I walked into her room, and then paused, searching for any other words. “Um…are we having company over or something?”
“Oh geez, I feel kinda out of it then.” I looked down to my white socks, jeans, and rock-band T-shirt. “Do you want me to change?”
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav turned away to continue her work, and I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund involuntarily pulse and twitch against the fly of my jeans.
Dinner proceeded somewhat normally, though my eyes would often wander to Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s chest, trying to make out the details of her bra, and picture how her chest would look without the cardigan draped over it.
I’d snap my head away when I became conscious of my thoughts, but then my eyes would also sometimes drift to look down through the glass table in the kitchen, looking down at Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s legs and the way she held one sleek leg against the other, and something inside of me flamed up when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s stockinged legs would rub together as she subtly shifted position.
I was looking out the window at the backyard when hands reached under my arms and wrapped themselves around my chest.
“Yow! Hey Sītā, you scared me!”
“I just wanted to say thanks for being kind to me.” She gave me a long hard squeeze. “I’m so lucky to have such a good husband.”
She placed a kiss on the back of my neck.
We were both quiet.
Each one burned on my neck like a gunshot.
Palm flat on my chest, one of her hands began to work its way down over my stomach.
My heart hammered as I realized her hand, if it continued, would discover my pulsing ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.
I slammed my hips against the counter, crouching down a little so the bulge of my crotch was hidden from view.
She gave a disappointed sigh.
“So,” she said softly, into my ear, “what’re you doing afterwards?”
“Um…I gotta.. go to work, Sītā,” I smilrd, and glanced at the clock.
Long after she had gone, my body missed her warmth pressing against my back.
When I got home late in the evening and turned on my computer monitor, there was a full-screen picture I was sure I had not left there.
A naked young woman, nasty lustful passion on her face, had my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund buried deep in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass.
The woman whose picture was there was Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s younger, twenty eight years old sister, Ramā Bhārgav.
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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
As she neared me, a nasty little thought ran through her mind.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could give me the one thing for Shrāvañ Parv that I surely wanted most in the Multiverse.
Not long after having that thought, she smiled triumphantly.
Much to her surprise the idea returned to her the next day.
She kept pushing it aside as silly and unreasonable yet it kept coming back.
As if she would learn something, she didn’t already know she went into my room on one of my last days before Shrāvañ Parv break and turned on my computer.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav surfed through the images and felt a new and intense excitement.
For the first time she felt the desire to play with herself as she looked at my porno collection.
It was almost entire ashvinātam.
So, Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs were still even more than less in my life.
Only because they are more educated, more sophisticated and more accomplished?
The Musalmān Beauties were winning because they were losers and the Brāhmañ Beauties were losing because they were competent.
Yes, the Musalmān Beauties needed protection.
Yes, most of the Musalmīn were terrorists, criminals/criminal minded, because they were Uneducated/Under Educated.
Consequently, it was more than necessary to protect Musalmān Beauties not to opt for them.
There should be an open option for Musalmān Beauties to reject Pseudo Musalmīn and opt for Durgesh/Hindus.
Yet, why the Brāhmañ Beauties should suffer for it?
Padminī Bhārgav is right.
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī is right.
‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām’ movement is correct.
She began to softly caress her tits before reaching down inside her pants to explore her pussy.
After a brief while, she removed her pants and sat on my desk chair with her legs spread widely apart as she fingered her pussy.
She quickly grew excited and played with her wet clit and pussy.
For a moment, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav closed her eyes and imagined me sitting in this same position stroking my hard Bachhalyā Lund.
Not, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Durgesh unduly criticizes Bachhalyās.
Only due to the Bachhalyās always opted for Brāhmañ Beauties instead of Musalmān Beauties.
Why the hell should not they?
Didn’t Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī conceive Bachhalyās initially as the husbands for the Brāhmañ Beauties and Brāhmañ Beauties only?
Didn’t she fight even with her Bachhalyā husband to keep Bachhalyās exclusively for Brāhmañ Beauties?
Didn’t she manage ultimately with her constant holy wars to get the famous declaration from the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI that Brāhmañ Beauties were only for Bachhalyās, not for Brāhmañs too?
Who the hell then Durgesh is attempting to change the famous historical verdict of the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI?
Padminī Bhārgav is right.
Even Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī is not right to suggest that the Savarñ Beauties have equal right on the Bachhalyās as the Brāhmañ Beauties do.
‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām’ movement is correct.
Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām!
Kr’ñvanto vishvam Bachhalyām!!
Long live Padminī Bhārgav.
The Brāhmañ Beauties must be awarded.
Don’t preach them sacrifice only.
Brahm Jagdambās vijayanté!
Brahm Jagdambās vijayanté!!*
Clearly Durgesh must do it, otherwise why would he have the pictures on the computer?
In her mind my Bachhalyā Lund was long and hard and I slowly stroked it while staring at the same image Dr. Sītā Bhārgav currently had on the screen.
That vision alone was enough to catapult Dr. Sītā Bhārgav into a frantic sexual ecstasy.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav controlled herself very hard.
She did not want to fall to the level of unsophisticated women who instead of controlling themselves for the practical action, resorted to masturbation.
Initially she felt very odd about what had happened, almost as if she had crossed a taboo line with her thoughts.
Caste taboo was quadrupled here with the utmost arrogant Brāhmañ sacrosanctity.
The Bachhalyās were considered Shūdrs, dalits, the downtrodden nowadays.
Nevertheless most of the Brāhmañ Beauties never surrendered to the traditional Brāhmañ conspiracy.
Most of the anti Brāhmañs had always served the Bachhalyās in spreading celibacy among traditional Brāhmañs.
The Bachhalyās found Brāhmañ Beauties, consequently easily available to them.
Brāhmañs and Rājpūts were serving humanity uplifting Musalmān Beauties while Bachhalyās were serving Brāhmañ Beauties and Rājpūt Beauties even.
Surprisingly quickly, however, those feelings were replaced again by a certain curiosity and thrill of giving me the ultimate present.
Despite feeling a little weird about it Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to regularly watch the images she found on my computer.
Whenever Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could for the next couple of days, she went back into my room and turned on the computer.
It wasn’t the images themselves that appealed to her.
In fact, she had been looking at the pictures less and less and been thinking more and more about the idea of me stroking my Bachhalyā Lund as I sat in the same chair where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav currently was.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to make excuses for her wild gift idea in her mind.
She reasoned that since I was utmost rich and an entirely unashamed ever-best fucker she would be the perfect person to have me.
It was clear that I was the one person she felt totally comfortable with.
She realized that she felt relieved.
The Bachhalyās had improved more in my leadership recently.
Now, the Brāhmañ Beauties, Rājpūt Beauties and the other Savarñ Beauties were again openly fighting with each other to have a Bachhalyā husband/live in relationship partner/lover.
The Musalmān Beauties always ignited the fire between them to keep them away from their respective Savarñ husbands who were serving the Musalmān Beauties sexually and/or socially.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to look at it as doing me a favor, giving me the ultimate gift that any woman could give a man.
Why should it matter that there were “rules” that said they shouldn’t?
It was clear to her that I was a good man.
I was the utmost successful man almost in every field I was interested.
Moreover even at my sixty-four I still had desire to get out, meet new people and date women.
Perhaps by doing this Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could ignite a fire in me for her and let me see how wonderful it can be to be with her.
For a couple of days she repeated these ideas over and over in her mind until Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started to believe them.
Still, even as noon on Shrāvañ Parv Eve approached, a tiny voice told her she was crazy.
The traditional Brāhmañs would be against her immensely as they were against most of the Brāhmañ Beauties who were already my live in relationship partners/beloveds, my women friends having sex with me.
Doing something she had never done before, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav got in the car and joined the throng of last minute gift shoppers at the local mall.
She went thinking that she would just walk around until she found the perfect gift for me and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could stop having her silly thoughts.
After a couple of hours of searching through stores and fighting crowds, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was still empty handed.
It literally seemed that, I already had every material thing that an utmost rich man could have or want.
She wandered around thinking about this when her mind hit on the idea of material gifts.
Maybe she was looking in the wrong direction, she thought, maybe the key wasn’t material but something else.
She let this thought linger and actually asked herself what thing or experience must I want more than anything else, but as soon as her mind formed the thought she immediately knew the answer.
The answer came first not from her mind but from deep inside her.
She felt her stomach knot slightly and perhaps even a brief tingling in her pussy before her mind answered her own question with a single word, “Sex.”
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued walking around the mall for a while longer still trying to figure out what to do even though, deep down, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav suspected that she had already made up her mind.
When she did finally stop in front of a store where she knew she’d find the perfect thing Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled to herself.
It certainly wasn’t the store she’d been expecting.
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped inside, the lady by the door said,
“Hi, welcome to Victoria’s Secret.”
“Geez, Sītā Bhārgav, I thought you got lost,” I teased when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped inside the house. “I would have thought you’d have known better than to go out on Shrāvañ Parv Eve.”
She laughed and said Dr. Sītā Bhārgav certainly had learned her lesson.
As she walked past the couch, where I was sitting Dr. Sītā Bhārgav commented that she’d picked up some food for dinner and quickly went into the kitchen.
Before I could follow her Dr. Sītā Bhārgav dropped the food on the counter and quickly shoved the other, smaller bag into one of the cabinets where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav would come back to get it later.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started putting away some of the other groceries she had purchased while at the store.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still didn’t know how Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going to make her gift work, but she thought it might be nice to have the supplies for a nice meal to either set the mood or bask in the afterglow when they were done.
After putting away the groceries together Dr. Sītā Bhārgav and I sat down to eat dinner.
All through dinner, I tried to get her to reveal what she had bought me for Shrāvañ Parv.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav would only say that it was something she knew I wanted but wouldn’t say anything else.
After I left Dr. Sītā Bhārgav retrieved her little bag from the kitchen cabinet and stashed it in her room.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav tried to read but her mind was too busy racing with thoughts and uncertain emotions.
Instead, she picked up the remote and stayed in bed flipping TV channels randomly until she finally drifted off to sleep.
Even as Shrāvañ Parv Day dawned, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still didn’t quite know how to play out the day.
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav showered, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav suddenly got cold feet and started having second thoughts.
She frantically tried to think of something, anything else Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could do, but repeatedly a little voice told her she already knew what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going, and wanted, to do.
Immediately after her shower, she heard me rustling around and called down the hall that she needed more time to get ready.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav told me to eat breakfast and that when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav came down we would exchange our gifts.
Usually, we got right up and opened our gifts in our pajamas even before eating just as we had done previously.
Today, however, she knew she needed some time to get ready.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav went back into the bathroom and took her time as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav carefully applied her makeup and fixed her hair.
Usually she only took this much time when she had a special outing and wanted to impress people, but she had decided that she needed to look her best to make this gift perfect.
She applied fresh polish to her nails and as they dried Dr. Sītā Bhārgav carefully considered how to compliment her outfit.
She pulled a pair of black, strapless shoes with tall, spiked heels out of the closet and knew they would be perfect.
She found her long strand of pearls and put them around her neck.
She loved the length of this necklace as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could wrap it firmly around her neck with one loop and then leave the second loop hanging down her chest.
While the first loop gave the sexy look of a choker style necklace the second one hung down perfectly so the bottom few pearls nestled nicely into her healthy cleavage.
With her free time and lack of working for nearly the past 20 years Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had taken to working out regularly to keep herself fit.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav swam laps daily in their pool.
That was one of the great things about where she lived since the weather was warm enough to swim virtually all year around.
The result of all her swimming and her ability to focus on fashion and her appearance was that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav looked and felt fitter than she ever had been before.
Even when she had married her Brāhmañ husband, she knew Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t as fit as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was now.
Knowing that made her feel sexier than she ever had before and she found it slightly ironic that she felt sexier and more desirable as she got older.
After putting on pearl earrings to compliment the necklace she pulled the items from her small bag, and considered how Dr. Sītā Bhārgav should dress.
She had purchased a few different outfits hoping one would match her mood today.
Looking them over, she reached down and picked up the silk robe.
She already owned several silk robes similar to this one because she loved the way the smooth fabric felt on her skin, but for this occasion, she knew Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted something new, something she’d never had on before.
The robe was black and felt very sexy and sleek as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slipped it on over her naked body.
It was a full-length robe and only stopped down around her ankles.
By itself, it wasn’t very revealing but she knew that the thin material would cling to her temptingly as she moved around.
For the final touch, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav tied the knot in the band around her waist just a little more loosely than usual allowing more of her chest and some cleavage to be exposed.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took one long last look at herself in the mirror before she left.
She reapplied some lipstick in a deep red color that perfectly matched the color of the polish on her nails.
She analyzed her hair and decided it was fine.
Her jet-black hair was pulled up into a teasing tangle of twirls and twists behind her head.
It was the kind of hairdo that looked very thrown together and sassy, but she knew that it took a long time to achieve the right look.
Lastly she readjusted the longer loop of pearls to make sure they were resting just so between her tits.
The contrast between the black robe and the bright white pearls on her chest was very striking and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled knowing it would be sure to draw my eye.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly to her reflection thinking she had achieved the look Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway before turning toward the living room.
A tiny part of her mind screamed for her to stop and get out of these clothes but that part was outmatched by a deeper, more primal voice that anxiously awaited what was about to happen.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began walking down the hallway knowing that whatever happened things would probably never be quite the same between her and Durgesh.
She felt herself growing excited as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked from the sleek, sexy fabric flowing past her bare skin.
Her tall heels clicked on the hard wood of the stairs and as she entered the living room.
Ordinarily Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wouldn’t wear shoes to open the presents.
The clicking of her heels made me look up from my magazine when she entered the room.
The look on my face was exactly what she had been hoping for.
My jaw dropped open and I looked at her in surprise for several seconds.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stood still and felt my eyes moving over her.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched them move down to her feet and then slowly move back up to her face.
As she had hoped, she noticed that they lingered near her tits, as I seemed to be drawn to the sight of the pearls tickling her cleavage.
My eyes moved ever so slightly without rising from her tits and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav became immediately aware that her nipples had started to grow hard under the slippery silk.
Undoubtedly, it had started simply from the exquisite friction of the fabric on her nipples as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked and her nervousness, but seeing my eyes exploring her and knowing what might happen next certainly helped them tighten up.
They weren’t yet fully hard but they were definitely stiff enough to be seen through her robe.
For a Moment, she felt embarrassed but then realized that this was nothing, compared to what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was going to do.
“Do you like it?” she asked in a soft, playful voice.
“Wow! Sītā Bhārgav, you look fantastic! I mean, you look better than most of the girls at university,” I answered with surprising honesty.
Hearing my words only stoked her already growing arousal and she knew it was time to act.
“Thanks,” she replied as she glided across the room smoothly on her high heels.
She noticed that I watched her move very carefully.
I didn’t particularly stare at any part of her but rather seemed to take in the whole of her movements.
She knew that the tall heels were causing her hips to sway more than normal and she accentuated that as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav walked.
I was sitting on her big couch.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav moved between the couch and the oversized coffee table, until Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was standing right next to me.
I was looking up at her with a mixture of emotions in my eyes and on my face.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could easily see the curiosity but was also excited to notice that perhaps there was something else there too.
A certain something about the glimmer in my eye denoted excitement and interest.
Instead of sitting on the couch next to me, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly sat down on the edge of the coffee table so Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was facing me.
After sitting, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly crossed her legs, in something Dr. Sītā Bhārgav couldn’t have planned any better, her robe parted, and slipped open revealing her legs all the way up to just over her knees.
For a split second, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw my eyes flash to her bare legs and she felt her nipples grow ever tighter.
I was wearing my usual outfit before I got dressed which was a pair of loose sweats and an old T-shirt.
For a brief Moment, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wondered what was going on under my sweats.
This was the Moment she had been most troubled with.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, clearly, now had my attention and possibly even had me aroused, but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav didn’t know how to take the next step.
Perhaps it was partly from her own increased desire but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav decided to scrap the speech she had planned and simply go for the very direct approach.
She reached out a hand and placed it on my knee.
We both looked at the spot where her hand rested before looking up at each other.
My face was still a mask of gravity.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav simply gave me a soft, calming smile.
She heard me inhale rapidly when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to let her fingers move around slowly on my knee and then some on my thigh.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued this for a short while as the room filled with a heavy, silent tension.
After slowly sliding across the coffee table so Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was now directly in front of me rather than slightly at an angle she placed her other hand on my other knee and began softly rubbing both of my legs at the same time.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still had her legs crossed and knew that when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slid over, even more of her legs had become exposed so I could now easily see at least halfway up her thighs if I wanted to.
In addition, she had to lean over some to reach me properly and knew that this angle would give me an even better view of her cleavage if I wanted it.
Surely, I had seen more of her body exposed as we lounged around the pool together, but I never would have seen her body so teasing and erotically displayed for me.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav glanced at my lap and quickly noticed a bulge in my pants that hadn’t been there before.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled at me and felt her excitement grow even higher knowing she had given me a hard on.
“Sītā Bhārgav?” I said questioningly.
I didn’t say anything else but the tone of my voice and my expression clearly asked her what Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was doing.
“Do you like this?” she asked softly.
“I…but…I can’t…you’re my friend’s wife,” I said gravely in quite clear opinion over what was happening.
“Shhhh,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav softly replied trying to keep me as calm as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could. “Don’t think like that. I know what it is like to be your age. So curious, so horny. I’m only a woman and you’re only a man.”
As Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly spoke Dr. Sītā Bhārgav continued rubbing my legs, then reached up with her right hand, and brought it down over the bulge in my pants just as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav called me a man.
I smiled gravely even without a little surprise at her touch.
She felt her own excitement grow from the brief contact with my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund through the soft cotton fabric of my pants.
“Did that touch feel good?” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav softly asked looking up into my face.
I stared back at her with my face still showing gravity over what was happening.
However, there was now no denying the desire that was beginning to burn behind my eyes.
Still, I sat in silence simply staring at her.
Again Dr. Sītā Bhārgav spoke softly and slowly,
“Durgesh, I’ve seen the things you have on your computer. I know what you must do when you are alone looking at those pictures.” She paused as she replaced her right hand on my thigh.
This time her hand landed on the upper part of my thigh only a few inches from my hard Bachhalyā Lund.
She felt the muscles in my leg tense when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav touched me but I didn’t pull away.
“What I can give you is so much more than how that must feel,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said as she again slipped her fingers over to feel my hard Bachhalyā Lund through my pants. “This is my gift for you.”
When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said that it was like some barrier that I had set up in my mind broke.
I let out a long, quiet moan and threw my head back slightly as her fingers touched me through my pants.
Sensing it was time Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slid off the coffee table as she pushed my knees apart.
She knelt on the floor between my legs and reached up to the drawstring of my sweats.
Her long red nails easily grasped the ends of the strings and pulled the knot open.
She moved her hands to my sides and began to pull my sweats off.
I raised my hips off the couch and she pulled them down off my ass.
My Bachhalyā Lund was still stuck inside as I settled back down onto the couch.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached up and lifted them up as she pulled them off until my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund sprang free and stood tall and straight off my lap.
She pulled my sweats off both legs and tossed them aside.
Part of her wanted to begin with my toes and slowly kiss and touch me up my leg but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was so wildly excited and in need of a good fuck that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t able to think of foreplay right now.
Besides, if Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was correct about me, I may last much longer in my obvious excitement before I would cum.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned forward toward my Bachhalyā Lund staring at it closely.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s husband had been a great lover but his Brāhmañ penis had always been a little shorter and smaller than average.
My was probably only average in size or perhaps a bit larger, but in comparison to her memories of her husband and considering how desperately horny Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was it looked huge and more tempting than anything Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could imagine.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned over my lap and since my Bachhalyā Lund was standing so straight and hard Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was able to take it between her lips without even holding its shaft.
She immediately took about half my length into her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth as I released a near primal indication of ecstasy.
The end came after almost an hour.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had really sucked my Bachhalyā Lund madly and savagely, yet still sophisticated.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav bobbed her head a few times and licked the tip of my Bachhalyā Lund with her tongue.
She had fully intended on doing much, much more.
I called out very erudite and bucked my hips upward gravely as I started to cum.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel my cum surging through the shaft of my Bachhalyā Lund with her lips an instant before it erupted into her mouth with a force that shocked her.
She planned to take my whole load in her mouth but Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was unprepared for the force and sheer volume of my Bachhalyā cum.
Her mouth was almost full after only the first couple of jets.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav struggled to swallow and keep my Bachhalyā Lund inside her mouth as I bucked my hips.
My Bachhalyā Lund was moving in, out and in to her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth, spurting my Bachhalyā cum heavily inside.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav grasped my Bachhalyā shaft with her Bhārgav Brāhmañ hand and began stroking me that only made me lustier again and seemed to intensify my cumming.
Never had Dr. Sītā Bhārgav experienced such a vast amount of cum.
She excitedly watched it spew out of my Bachhalyā Lund for what was a surprisingly long time before I finally stopped.
My last few spurts of cum barely trickled out of my Bachhalyā Lund and as her fingers worked them out they came out in thick globs that immediately ran down until her hand was coated with my Bachhalyā cum.
I looked her in the face again after I stopped cumming.
My eyes glowed with lust and satisfaction.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav looked back at me.
She had swallowed what was in her mouth and found the taste nasty and intoxicating all at the same time.
Yet, it was the tastiest thing Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had ever tasted in her life.
Yes, Ramā Bhārgav, her younger sister was correct.
The more she licked it the more she wanted to lick it even more, even more and even more.
Yes, her girlfriends were also correct.
They always talked of its incredible taste.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav always tried to stop them.
However, she herself wanted to talk about it now.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
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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
Al Rashīdah Al Shams arrived at her house late that night.
She rushed up to her bedroom taking off her clothes ready for a nice hot shower.
Her parents weren’t there as always.
She had the huge house all to herself.
In the shower, she slipped her fingers between her extremely beautiful Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān legs as the water ran down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
“Oh, Durgesh if you only knew how bad I want you!” She said quietly.
After her shower, she headed straight towards her big bed lying there completely naked.
She was breathing hard as her fingers entered her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Her extremely beautiful Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān legs were spread wide as she masturbated.
Her nipples were erect and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot throbbed with each thrust of her fingers.
She moaned softly just thinking of what it would be like to fuck me.
She knew I was an incredible lover just by looking at me.
I was older and that was the way she liked her man.
Her bed was squeaking now as she finger fucked herself harder.
Her two fingers were buried inside her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot while her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body shifted from side to side.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt was dripping out her wet juices staining her expensive bed sheets.
She came and she came with thoughts about me, this wonderful person that made her crazy with my hard to play game.
I lay on my couch watching a late erotic flick.
My thoughts went back to Ramā Bhārgav.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock hard thinking about her sweet voice, her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ body and nice plump lips.
“Hmmm, I bet you can suck my Uncut Hindu Lund good, Ramā Bhārgav,” I smiled out loud taking my Uncut Bachhalyā Hindu Lund out of my pants.
My Uncut Bachhalyā Hindu Cock was rock hard and precum was already oozing out and dripping on my hand as I griped my Uncut Bachhalyā Hindu Cock.
I tightened my grip.
I kept thinking of Ramā Bhārgav.
She was nice and tight Bhārgav Beauty looking innocent.
Yes, Ramā Bhārgav wasn’t as hot as the Musalmān Beauties were.
Yet, she was too my maternal cousin.
After her father, Tryambak Rāméndu Bhārgav, left her mother, Kħadījah Vasīm Wahāb, Ramā Bhārgav left her father too.
“Ramā,” I had tried to explain her father’s, my Mātul Shrī’s, position to her, “Your Ammī is wrong. She promised your father, my Mātul Shrī that she would never force him to accept Islam. Now…”
“I understand, Durgesh, but Dad could have said that he would think on her proposal. Instead of handling the matter tactfully, he absolutely refused Ammī. Moreover, he praised Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors to more irritate her.”*
Ramā Bhārgav and I stood in the shower as the water wet us both.
I was behind Ramā Bhārgav caressing her gently.
My hard Bachhalyā Hindu Lund was pressed against her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass ready to enter it and take away any innocence she had left.
Ramā Bhārgav had heard about anal sex being painful but at the same time, she’d also heard about it being sexy and hot.
She wanted to give me this gift.
She was in love for the first time, In her life and there was nothing more sacred than the permission to let me deflower her every Bhārgav Brāhmañ hole she had.
“I love you,” I whimpered in her ear as I kissed the back of her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ neck.
She closed her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes ready to experience anal sex for the first time with the Bachhalyā Hindu man she loved.
“I love you too Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Bachhalyā Hindu Piyā, Brahmkanyāsām Brahmāñīsānch Bachhalyā Patidévah, Bachhalyā Hindu husband of us Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauties! I’m so ready for you.”
I took a deep breath adjusting my Bachhalyā Hindu body behind Ramā Bhārgav.
Her great Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass was just so firm and beautiful.
I trailed kisses down her back and put my hands on her waist.
“Tell me to stop if it hurts you too much,” I said lovingly.
Ramā Bhārgav smiled at my concern for her.
“I’ll let you know.”
I glided my hands down her back and onto her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass.
I put my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund inside her excellent exquisite utmost sacred Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot getting some kind of lubrication from her own juices.
I Penised her for a few seconds hearing her moaning.
Her juices were slimy and warm.
After a few thrusts inside of her, I moved my hands spreading her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass cheeks.
I looked down seeing her incredibly small puckered pink hole.
I kept hoping my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund wouldn’t hurt her.
I would never want to do anything to her that would hurt her.
With my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund covered with her Bhārgav Brāhmañ juices I slipped my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund inside her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole.
She squirmed a little feeling my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund enter her tightest hole for the first time.
I had only fucked Ramā Bhārgav in her utmost sacred Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, never in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass.
I couldn’t believe how tight she was.
I couldn’t wait to get my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund inside her feeling the warm on my hard Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
I moved my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund in and out slowly getting her ready.
I slipped it deeper hearing her moaning get louder.
My Bachhalyā Hindu Lund moved slowly inside her then I picked up my speed.
“Ramā Bhārgav, bend over babe. Hold on to the wall. I’m ready to enter you,” I smiled.
Ramā Bhārgav did just that.
She bent her excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ body over making sure I would have full access to getting her from behind.
I grabbed my pulsating Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and aimed right towards Ramā Bhārgav’s tiny Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole.
I began to dip my head in already wanting to cum as I felt the tightness of her hole greet me.
“Mmmmggghhhh owww mmmmm,” Ramā Bhārgav wailed in pain.
“Do you want me to stop baby? Please let me know.”
Ramā Bhārgav nodded.
“No go on. I want this. I’ve wanted this for a while now. I want to prove to my Ammī that even a Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauty can please you, satisfy you, as a Musalmān Beauty can. Please let me do it, Durgesh darling, méré Bachhalyā Hindu Piyā, Brahmkanyāsām Brahmāñīsānch Bachhalyā Patidévah, Bachhalyā Hindu husband of us Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauties!”
I continued to insert my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund inside her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole.
The constricted Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole was making my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund difficult to move in and out.
Ramā Bhārgav had tears running down her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ face.
Not tears of sadness but of joy.
She felt the excruciating pain, but she felt so loved.
My Bachhalyā Hindu body against hers was the most wonderful feeling she ever knew.
She wanted to defeat Musalmān Beauties.
Rājkumārī Padminī Bhārgav had asked her to do it.
Even Rājkumārī Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī had asked her to do it.*
I was now halfway inside of her pushing my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund in, loving the way her hole sucked in my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
“Oh fuck yeah! Oh Ramā Bhārgav, you feel so tight! Okay, if you still insist, I too love being inside you this way, now happy?” I moaned.
Ramā Bhārgav shut her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes tightly trying to be adjusted to having a Bachhalyā Hindu Lund in her third hole.
She never pictured herself having anal sex, with her own Durgesh, but now that she was, she was happy.
Happier than she’d been in a long time.
I slowly sped up my rhythm entering Ramā Bhārgav’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole faster and harder.
Ramā Bhārgav was groaning loudly.
I put my hands on her waist to hold her in place.
I never knew anal sex with her would be this hot!
I continued to fuck Ramā Bhārgav and knew I was going to cum real soon.
Her tight Bhārgav Brāhmañ hole was too hard.
I felt my strong Bachhalyā Hindu arms shake and my body tighten.
I moaned loud as I began to cum inside Ramā Bhārgav’s puckered little hole.
Her pretty pink hole was now deflowered by DURGESH, her utmost experienced Bachhalyā Hindu lover.
I shot out long hard spurts of my Bachhalyā cum inside of Ramā Bhārgav.
Ramā Bhārgav jolted feeling my each Bachhalyā spurt penetrate inside of her.
I was smiling triumphantly.
More than ever.
My heart was racing fast and I just laid my head on Ramā Bhārgav’s shoulder trying to regain my strength.
“Mmmm that was so sexy!” I said proudly.
Ramā Bhārgav giggled.
“Durgesh, méré Bachhalyā Piyā, we got to do it more often.”
I gritted my teeth.
Padminī Bhārgav and even Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī were distorting the morals of Brāhmañ womankind even, only to compete with Musalmān Beauties, led by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħadījah Muħammad and my wife Saiyadah Fātimah PhD even.
I put my strong Hindu arms around her never wanting to let her go.
“I love you. I want you to be with me forever, Ramā Bhārgav.”
Ramā Bhārgav turned around to face me.
I leaned down to kiss her gently.
She wrapped her small arms around my neck.
“Just tell me this will never end. Tell me that we’ll always be like this.”
I placed her head on my chest holding her while the water ran down our bodies.
I didn’t reply but my actions said it all.
In a perfect world, we would be like this.
I said silently as I held Ramā Bhārgav close to me .
Her fragile little extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ body belonged to me.
Only to me.
The loud ringing of the telephone woke Ramā Bhārgav up the next morning.
She lay there naked asleep with me and reached over me to answer the phone.
I moved around stretching my strong Bachhalyā arms over my head.
“Hello?” Ramā Bhārgav answered quietly.
“Ramā Bhārgav, sweetie, I just wanted to let you know your car is in the shop now. We are still checking it out and seeing what the problem is.” Ramā Bhārgav heard her Dad, my Mātul Shrī, Tryambak Rāméndu Bhārgav, announce in a loud voice.
“Oh any idea of how much it’s gonna cost yet?”
“No not yet sweetheart. Don’t worry, for now you got Durgesh to take you to work right?”
“Yeah. I just would like my car back Dad, I feel so strange without a car.”
Her Dad, my Mātul Shrī, Tryambak Rāméndu Bhārgav, laughed.
“Oh honey, you’ll survive. Well I gotta head off to work now. Love you sweetheart. Send my love to your Durgesh as well.”
Ramā Bhārgav held the phone until she heard the phone go dead.
She hung up and lay back next to me, her utmost experienced Bachhalyā Hindu lover.
I had my eyes already fixed on my gorgeous maternal cousin.
“How do you feel after last night?” I asked stroking her hair.
“Well, I haven’t gotten up to walk yet,” She said playfully.
I held her close smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo.
Her excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ body was warm against my own naked Bachhalyā Hindu skin.
I didn’t want to leave her side ever.
She was a precious gift that, I had all along, yet never realized until the past few weeks.
How could I have never seen that?
The whole time, I was spending looking for the “right” Musalmān Beauty; she was in my own house.
My own maternal cousin.
This beauty had stolen my heart.
I was hooked on her and now it was too late to turn back.
Yes, she was not a Musalmān Beauty.
She was a Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauty.
But so what?
A Beauty is a Beauty after all, whether a Musalmān Beauty or a Bhārgav Brāhmañ Beauty.
Yes, she wasn’t as wild in sex as the most of the Musalmān Beauties I had, were.
Yet, she was still capable to cool off my ever burning ever hottest Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.
Wasn’t Ramā Bhārgav?
“I better get up to get ready. Did you want any breakfast?”
“No, love, it’s OK. I’m gonna grab something at work.”
Ramā Bhārgav got up fine until she took her first step.
The slowed down feeling her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass hurting like hell from last night’s erotic encounter.
She squeezed her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes trying to bypass the pain.
I looked at her concerned.
“Ramā Bhārgav? Baby, are you OK?”
Ramā Bhārgav looked at me laughing.
“Yeah I’m fine, those few first steps were hard though but I’m fine.”
I watched Ramā Bhārgav slowly walk out of the room.
Her naked behind had made my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund harden again.
I wanted to be inside her again soon, but not anal sex, vaginal sex instead.
I loved it with Ramā Bhārgav more.
I was an ever incurable fucker of Beauties, whether Musalmān Beauties or Brāhmañ Beauties.
I enjoyed both, with a different taste however.
The Musalmān Beauties were wild, dynamic and savage in sex with me.
The Brāhmañ Beauties were peaceful and calm.
The Musalmān Beauties were the need of my body.
The Brāhmañ Beauties appealed my soul.*
Ramā Bhārgav arrived just on time to work that day.
She was rushing upstairs and heard someone calling her name out.
She turned to look and saw Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was wearing her usually short skirts and tight tops.
Ramā Bhārgav sighed hoping she wouldn’t want to hang out again.
“Ramā Bhārgav, hey so did you and your Durgesh have a good time last night?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked.
“Yeah we did. Thank you for having had us over.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams shot her a huge smile.
“No problem! We should do that again soon. Maybe this time, Durgesh can go out with me alone and you and Sakīnah Āftāb can hang out alone?”
Ramā Bhārgav felt her heart sink.
Never in a million years would she ever let me be alone with this Musalmān nymph.
“I don’t think so, Al Rashīdah Al Shams, besides I’ve already got a Musalmān Girlfriend.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams frowned.
“Yeah I know Durgesh told me. Well I still want to try to win Durgesh over. He is so cute!”
Ramā Bhārgav just felt like slapping the Musalmān Beauty.
“Well I gotta get to work. I’ll see you around.”
Ramā Bhārgav walked away as fast as she could.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was in a daze thinking about me.
Wājidah Akbar sat in her desk watching the whole scenario.
She couldn’t believe Al Rashīdah Al Shams was acting so stupid.
It was obvious that Ramā Bhārgav didn’t want Al Rashīdah Al Shams seeing Durgesh.
It was a strange question.
Wājidah Akbar turned to her computer as it flashed Ramā Bhārgav’s information on the screen.
Her parents’ home showed as the address.
Wājidah Akbar couldn’t wait to go there and spy on her family hoping to get some kind of dirt on little Ms. Perfect.
“Wājidah Akbar! Hey, what you doing?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams said loudly startling Wājidah Akbar’s concentration.
“Nothing much. So how’s it going with Ramā Bhārgav’s Bachhalyā Hindu lover, Durgesh?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams sighed happily.
“OH well right now, we are just slowly getting to know one another. Pretty soon I’ll have Durgesh in bed like I do to any guy I want.”
Wājidah Akbar rolled her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Look, I suggest you better hurry up. I’m ready to get Ramā Bhārgav fired.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams stopped and looked at her friend.
“Wājidah Akbar, don’t you dare try to get Ramā Bhārgav fired. She is my only hope of getting Durgesh .”
Wājidah Akbar glared at Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
“You said you were going to help me out on this. I don’t wanna waste any more time, Al Rashīdah Al Shams.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams shrugged.
“Well, too bad. Look, if I even hear you tried to do anything here to get Ramā Bhārgav fired, I’ll be sure you are fired as well. Which means you won’t work with Sakīnah Āftāb anymore.”
Wājidah Akbar’s eyes widened in shock.
“Oh yes, I would. Just leave Ramā Bhārgav alone. Besides, Sakīnah Āftāb has already made it clear that I don’t want to date you. I’m sorry, Wājidah Akbar, but it’s the truth.”
Wājidah Akbar felt every word that her friend was saying like a slap in the face.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams could be cruel, but she’d never been this cruel to her.
Wājidah Akbar wasn’t going to let her friend have her way as she usually did.
She was still going to pursue her research on this bitch and destroy her any way she could.
“So my cousin really digs your Durgesh, ” Sakīnah Āftāb suddenly said as Ramā Bhārgav and I sat in her office going over the new programs that needed to be added.
“Y-yeah I suppose so, but I’ve got a Musalmān Girlfriend, Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Sakīnah Āftāb sneered.
“Well you don’t know my little cousin too well. She doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants.”
Ramā Bhārgav scowled.
She wished she could just come out and tell us both that she and I are together.
This was just getting too complicated, and for now, she had to continue keeping it a secret.
The day was almost ending.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Al Rashīdah Al Shams had gone home early that day.
Wājidah Akbar and a few others including Ramā Bhārgav were left.
Ramā Bhārgav knew I would be picking her up soon.
She tried to hurry and finish the rest of her work.
I had gotten out of work early that day and wanted to visit with Ramā Bhārgav at her work for a while.
I’d never gotten to see her office that she kept talking about.
I rushed out of work and headed over to the university.
My heart still raced knowing in a few minutes I’d be able to hold Ramā Bhārgav in my strong Bachhalyā Hindu arms.
Wājidah Akbar rested in Sakīnah Āftāb’s office.
She had an extra key that I didn’t know about and she usually went in there to look at the pictures I had on my desk and just to be in the atmosphere that I was in earlier that day.
She felt her extremely beautiful eyes tear up as she thought about never having me again.
Why did I have so much damn control over her?
She’d let herself fall in love with me and now she was paying for it.
She went over to turn off the lights and sat on my large leather chair.
She closed her extremely beautiful eyes remembering the last time she and Sakīnah Āftāb had sex.
I had been incredible giving her more orgasms than any other guy she’d been with.
I was good with my hands and my mouth that was for sure!
Wājidah Akbar was lost in her recollection of love memories when she heard some voices.
She peeped through the blinds in Sakīnah Āftāb’s office.
It was just DURGESH, Ramā Bhārgav’s Bachhalyā Hindu lover, Durgesh, coming to pick her up.
Wājidah Akbar stared for a while.
She had to admit herself, that I was quite a good-looking young man.
She didn’t blame Al Rashīdah Al Shams for crushing on me, but still I was the Durgesh of her enemy.
We seemed like we were very close.
I put my strong Bachhalyā Hindu arms around Ramā Bhārgav as if I hadn’t seen her in a while.
Wājidah Akbar found that strange but figured that’s just the way we were.
Wājidah Akbar was about to go back to her reminiscing, when her jaw almost dropped to the ground as she saw Ramā Bhārgav and me engaged in a kiss.
Not just any kiss, a hot deep kiss!
“What the fuck?” Wājidah Akbar said to herself.
She blinked her eyes still in disbelief.
No it couldn’t be, could it?
Was little Ms. Perfect involved with a Bachhalyā?
This was just too unbelievable like something you read off the tabloids.
Wājidah Akbar watched we continue our kiss.
I ran my hands up and down Ramā Bhārgav’s body and she had her arms wrapped tightly around me.
“Mmmm nice kiss,” Ramā Bhārgav said to me.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you all day. I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“No problem. No one is here anyway. Just don’t do it too often,” She said teasing.
“Are you ready to get out of here?”
Ramā Bhārgav nodded.
Getting her things, soon we both left.
Wājidah Akbar still in shock sat back almost numb.
She still couldn’t believe what she had witnessed.
She knew that would definitely destroy Ramā Bhārgav’s perfect reputation with Sakīnah Āftāb and everyone else.
She smiled wickedly knowing what she had to do next.
She felt like laughing knowing Al Rashīdah Al Shams was going to look like a dumb ass for having fell head over heels for a guy who liked my own maternal cousin.
She knew the entire traditional Brāhmañ community termed it incest.
Only the Bachhalyās and Dvij Hindus did it.
It was right for Durgesh.
But, it was wrong for Ramā Bhārgav.*
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