GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 23

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 23

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav 

Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Lurching forward, I buried my face in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bosom.

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.

Again taking charge, Ramā Bhārgav climbed on my chest, pushing me backward onto the bed while sliding and grinding her wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ snatch down my torso.

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,

“It’s a process, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā.”

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.

“You must learn to relax, savor and enjoy it,” Dr. Ramā Bhārgav PhD, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī Wife, continued.

Calmed by this, I lay motionless, glad to let her lead the way.

My ego wasn’t even slightly affected.

I let those thoughts slip away as Ramā Bhārgav  took over.

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.

Her Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, had trained her herself.

“Never surrender to your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father’s ever utopian morals, Fātimah Jalāl,”

Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected.

“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.”

Lying on my back with my legs off the edge of the bed with knees bent, feet touching the ground, Fātimah Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav?, knelt between my legs.

I felt her mouth and tongue on my ball bag.

With one long lick she went up the length of my hard Bachhalyā Lund, teasing me with her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth, and then she took every inch of it down her throat.

A new achievement for a Bhārgav Brāhmañ young lady?

The Muslimāt must be defeated in snatching away the Bachhalyās from Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

The Muslimāt should never have any supremacy on Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even in sex for Bachhalyās.

That’s how they win ever immensely capable Bachhalyās.

Her elder sisters Rudrāñī Bhārgav, Pārvatī Bhārgav, Umā Bhārgav, Durgā Sinhvāhinī Mahishāsur Mardnī Bhārgav, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, had instructed Ramā Bhārgav.

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.

With a flat, open hand Ramā Bhārgav gingerly lifted my swollen balls from the back and gently pushed them toward the base of my throbbing Bachhalyā meatpole.

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.

There was no doubt this Bhārgav Brāhmañ young woman was good now with my Bachhalyā Lund  and had seen plenty of it now.

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.

Or, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female energy?

Fātimah Jalāl?

Not Ramā Bhārgav at all?

After all, she learned all of it not from her father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, but from her ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl.

“If you want to remain confined exclusively to Durgesh only, it’s all right, Fātimah Jalāl,”

Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected again.

“Fātimah Jalāl, shut up! Nevertheless, never let him dominate you, not even in sex.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav’s ever profound feminist Ammī, had instructed her.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s hands were also more active.

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.

Her hand held my balls, her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth owned my Bachhalyā hog, and her fingertips were inching toward my hips.

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.

“And what about this?” I asked as I stroked the lips of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ vulva with my fingers.

“My pussy,” she replied.

Almost involuntarily I blurted out my first sexy talk.

“I want to fuck your Bhārgav Brāhmañ pussy, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Ramā Bhārgav, Fātimah Jalāl, whosoever the hell you are.”

Ramā Bhārgav just smiled and cooed.

Ramā Bhārgav. I love to remain Ramā Bhārgav. But I can’t break my Ammī’s heart even. Dad, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, says, ‘Mātrā bhavatu sammanāh’ iti Eīshānādésham.”

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.”

I digested the immensely valuable information about Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl and her entire countless daughters whether Brāhmañ daughters or Musalmān daughters, whosoever they were.

Ramā Bhārgav hummed to me like a seductive cat.
“I wanna get fucked again and again all night,”
I looked at her.

“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.

Yet, Ramā Bhārgav herself knew she never succeeded in controlling me.

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?

Ramā Bhārgav didn’t know for certain.

Ramā Bhārgav only knew I was never putty in her hands. She was never the boss, yet she no longer cared.

“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?”

The room was steamed up by our sweating Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā bodies.

The glorious smell of her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot juice mixed with her perfume and our sweat hung in the air.

I spread her thick, shapely legs.

I mounted Ramā Bhārgav in the missionary position, looking down at her steaming Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, glistening with her wetness.

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.

Ramā Bhārgav needed it.

The Infinite BrāhmKalp needed it.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s moans and whimpers were spurring me on.

She hadn’t had her Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey pot slammed by me this hard in a long time, if ever.

This was hard, hot and wild sex.

It was all I knew.

As the utmost expert in the art of fucking I thought this was the best and only method in which to satisfy Ramā Bhārgav.

It seemed to be working.

Again, in my expertise in the art of fucking, I managed to find just what she wanted.

Ramā Bhārgav was a Brahm Padminī.

Nevertheless to keep optimum for the Infinite BrāhmKalp needs, not only Ramā Bhārgav, the entire Brahm Padminīs

Too instead, were trying to improve themselves constantly.

The moans and screams were nice to hear.

Ramā Bhārgav had taken over, and I felt she needed to know that I was the man and I would do the fucking.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you!” I grunted.

“Yes, by you only however, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā …. keep fucking me!” was her almost breathless answer.

Our bodies, now dripping in sweat, made a slapping sound when my hips collided with hers.

The aroma of her steaming young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  reached my nose.

“OHHHH, that’s it! Fuck my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  hard!” She could barely get the words out.

Then another series of moans and screams of passion accompanied that wonderful slapping and slurping sound our bodies made.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and balls were soaked in her ever fragrant Bhārgav Brāhmañ juices.

I continued to ram her velvet lined Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat for some time.

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 want you on your knees, Ramā Bhārgav darling! Be my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Brahm Mare.” I commanded.

Ramā Bhārgav obeyed, flipping over without a word.

“I’m going to take you from behind,” I told her in my sexiest Bachhalyā tone.

The view, from behind her, was amazing.

I entered her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and started to plow Ramā Bhārgav again as hard as I could.

After a short time we worked out a nice rhythm, where she would push her Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat back to absorb the full impact of my Bachhalyā thrust.

“My Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot hasn’t been fucked this hard by you, since college!” Ramā Bhārgav appeared to be thinking out loud.

The pronunciation of Bījāxar by Ramā Bhārgav told me she was still doing affirmations and transmissions.

No Brahm Padminī wasted her time usually.

Ramā Bhārgav too wasn’t any exception.

For someone who implied that her sex life with me was very active, Ramā Bhārgav‘s Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot was still tight.

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:

“Your Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot is so wet. We don’t need this.”

“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.

Ramā Bhārgav said,

“That’s fine. You need to lube up your Bachhalyā Lund, first.”

Ramā Bhārgav told me that a light massage on her lower back and bottom would help her to limber up and get loose.

I obliged.

Rubbing her waist and lower back was a sensual experience for me, too.

Especially when I worked my way to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, kneading her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks, spreading her cheeks and massaging them open and closed.

It was like playing a pornographic game of peekaboo with both of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ  fuckholes.

This allowed me a chance keeping the mood sexy and erotic.

I then got the K-Y jelly ready.

Spreading her ever beautiful young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass I rubbed her sphincter, teasing it with my finger tip looking  at beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ her asshole.

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.

“MMMMMMMMM… now we’re getting somewhere,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, acknowledged in a breathy voice.

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 watched Ramā Bhārgav gravely.

“What’s that you want to destroy in this Infinite BrāhmKalp, Ramā Bhārgav, my Brahm Padminī young Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife?”

“Don’t worry,” Ramā Bhārgav laughed, “I can’t destroy your ever utmost beloved beautiful Musalmān houseladies, you know. They are still infinite times of us Brāhmañ women of yours. Aren’t they?”

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.

This continued until we were up to the three fourth of my Bachhalyā Lund.

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.

Ramā Bhārgav herself ready on her hands and knees and wiggled her Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks as if daring me to take her from behind.

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.

Then, with the swollen head of my Bachhalyā Lund breaching her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, Ramā Bhārgav pushed back slowly as I pushed forward.

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.

Her forbidden Bhārgav Brāhmañ passage was open and receiving my Bachhalyā tool sophisticated.

It was so tight and hot.

It felt nice.

Ramā Bhārgav looked over her shoulder and said,

“You’ll have to take it a little easier than when you were in my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, okay?” adding, “at first.” and, “when I tell you I’m ready you can go ahead and fuck as hard as you can.”

“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.

“Oooooo Yeahhhhhhh,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, answered in more of a moan of ecstasy than the  actual word.

“Now tell me what you actually want to destroy here in this Infinite BrāhmKalp?” I asked mounting Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, gravely.

Chapter 24

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 22

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 22

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

He was adamant.

His father and grandfather both were Brahmarshis in HVSI.

Why the hell Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav himself couldn’t be a Brahmarshi?

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?”

“Niranjan Sharmā.” Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah said, “You know. He is Waħīdah’s Kħālāzād cousin.”

“Oh, yes. They loved each other perhaps since their childhood.” I remembered, “Waħīdah married you only because you were Musalmān and Niranjan Sharmā was a Brāhmañ.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah sighed.

“Niranjan Sharmā is close enough to Bhārgav

Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav now. I can’t compete even with Niranjan Sharmā.”

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.

Brāhmañ Muslimāt couples were normal in BrāhmKalp.

Yet, I was an exception.

Waħīdah preferred me on Niranjan Sharmā.

Didn’t she?

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav advised Niranjan Sharmā to choose another Musalmān young lady.

Waħīdah loved Durgesh.

Niranjan Sharmā was surprised.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī, she doesn’t love Durgesh. Waħīdah is opting for Durgesh either for his endless sex prowess or for his endless money.”

 Dashānan Bhārgav smiled patronizingly.

“Learn a lesson from Muħammad, Niranjan Sharmā. Waħīdah deserted Muħammad for Durgesh. Yet Muħammad doesn’t have any complaint against Durgesh. Does he?”

Pseudo Musalmīn lick the feet of their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ capable Hindu lover. The ever cuckold slaves of capable Hindus.”

 Dashānan Bhārgav smiled.

“I don’t think so, Niranjan Sharmā.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Sisters, Sujātā Sharmā, Sandhyā Sharmā, Namratā Sharmā, Kīrti Sharmā, Prabhutā Sharmā, Abhilāshā Sharmā, Nandinī Sharmā, everyone married Durgesh.”

“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.”

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav smiled at Niranjan Sharmā.

“I wanted to remind you it.”

His tone was somewhat curt to Niranjan Sharmā.

Niranjan Sharmā looked at him helplessly.

Durgesh still doesn’t approve of this ever unjustified Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā. He says the Brahmkanyās must have their Swayamvar Adhikār completely.”

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav looked at him bitterly.

“Nevertheless, the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI is supporting Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, not Durgesh.”

The phone rang and she reached over to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sītā Bhārgav. It’s me.”

“Hi Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā. How are you? Nothing wrong I hope?”

“No, no, Sītā darling.  But I need you to do something for me. Are you busy, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ love?”

“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.

“I’ve told you,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said, a little exasperated, “I don’t see a folder called ‘Work Stuff’ anywhere.”

“And you searched for the filename? You’re sure you spelt it correctly…”

“Yes!”

“Hmmm…” I muttered. “I guess I don’t absolutely have to have it…um…oh, Damn it! Of course!”

“Hmmm?”

“Oh…oh geez, sorry Sītā dear.”

“Mmm?”

“Sorry about it. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav gave a little titter of a laugh into the phone.

“Well, alright, as long as you don’t do it again. After all you are Lord Bhagvān Rām of this Bhārgav Sītā PhD.”

“Yaar, Ramā Bhārgav, your younger sister, says I’m her Lord Bhagvān Vishñu.”

Sītā Bhārgav laughed.

“Doesn’t my elder sister, Dr. Pārvatī Bhārgav, call you her Lord Bhagvān Rudr?”

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.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, the second eldest daughter of Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav,  was about to turn off the computer.

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’.

But Sītā Bhārgav‘s curiosity was stoked by some others:

‘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.

“Oh my God,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav muttered aloud when the image had disappeared from the screen.

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.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had last peeked at a Bachhalyā Playboy many years ago, but she could tell from what was on the screen now that what was available to men had changed.

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.

Here were solo women, women with women, Durgesh with women, groups of women on Durgesh, and on and on and on, with every anal penetration or facial cumshot caught in explicit digital detail.

“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.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav opened the ‘XXX Stories’ folder.

Among the folders I made were ‘Anal Fuckfests’, ‘Mind Control’ and ‘Ashvinātam is Best’.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took a look at the program I was using to protect these files.

She knew about computers herself.

Who doesn’t in this immensely advanced Infinite BrāhmKalp?

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw fairly quickly that it was a pretty simple program, and one where Durgesh seemed to have just enabled the basic features.

She guessed that I would change the password after tonight, so she created a login for herself, using the username ‘Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī  System‘.

Of course it was a long username.

But Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was thinking that it would have a good chance of escaping scrutiny in me the unlikely event I took a second look.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t a communal Brāhmañ young lady at all.

Neither the Brāhmañ communalism ever even tolerated in entire Golden Bhārgav Creations.

It wasn’t possible even.

Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā was the paramount constitution here.

No Brahmkanyā could be married with a Brāhmañ.

It was legally a tremendously punishable crime and morally an immensely despised great sin.

Most of the Bhārgavīs were married to Durgesh only.

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.”

Dashānan Bhārgav was elected with even more than two third majority.

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.”

Rudrāñī Bhārgav opposed Vibhīshañ Bhārgav.

She supported her utmost popular father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav.

Vibhīshañ Bhārgav was defeated tremendously.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was never communal.

Nevertheless, she was jealous of beautiful Musalmān houseladies now immensely.

They enjoyed oral and anal sex with Durgesh more frequently and more proudly than the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Bhārgavīs were no exception.

That’s why Durgesh loved beautiful Musalmān houseladies more.

That’s why beautiful Musalmān houseladies outnumber infinite times more in Durgesh’s sex life than Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.*

By the time I got home from work, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  was back in her bedroom.

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.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav needed my services now tremendously.

I was sitting in the living room, reading, when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav came home from work the next day.

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.

Janārdan Upādhyāý married Dr. Sītā Bhārgav but never was alone with her even for a second.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav never allowed him.

“I never approved of my daughter’s illegal and immoral Brāhmañ adventure. You stay away from Sītā Bhārgav, Janārdan Upādhyāý.” He had warned Janārdan Upādhyāý ruthlessly.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav regretted her mistake of marrying a Brāhmañ.

“Your Lord Bhagvān Rām is Durgesh, Sītā Bhārgav.” Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav said his daughter coldly.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  was around the house it would usually be thick baggy jogging suits, or large shapeless sweaters and straight-leg pants.

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’m just gonna take care of some things and then get dinner started, ok dear?” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav asked.

I grunted, and out of the corner of my eye saw her hauling some bags up to her room.

Sometime later, I heard Sītā Bhārgav shuffle about in 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?”

“No Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said, and turned to look at me with wide eyes. “I just thought it would be fun to dress up a bit for dinner.”

“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?”

“No, you’re…niiicce,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav quickly brushed her lip with the tip of her tongue, and a sparkle in her eyes made something inside me jump.

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.

Sītā Bhārgav didn’t give any sign of noticing, but I did notice she seemed much more chipper than usual, and always smiled when she looked at me.

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!”

Sītā Bhārgav pressed her entire thirty years old, immensely beautiful, Bhārgav Brāhmañ body against me.

I felt Sītā Bhārgav’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ crotch against my hips, her big warm breasts pressed against my back. A rich, flowery scent reached, drifted my nose.

“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.

I froze.

We were both quiet.

A moment later Dr. Sītā Bhārgav kissed my neck again, a little off to the side of the first kiss.

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.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s hand ran over my stomach, touched my waist, and then hit the counter.

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.

Sītā Bhārgav sighed and took her hands off my body. “Alright, I understand.” She placed a final, longer kiss on my neck, and I imagined I might have felt a little tongue.

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.

Chapter 23

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam