KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 25
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Chapter 25
The Meeting
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf smiled.
“I don’t think our government understands why Durgesh visits us usually when some important guest of honor visits us.”
Lily Turner retorted.
“Oh, don’t tell us we understand our problems more than even our government does.”
“That’s not what I’m telling.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also retorted, “I too am a PhD in administration, my dear Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, not you alone.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf laughed,
“Well, young ladies, I never claimed such an absurdity.”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā laughed too.
“Lily Turner, she is implying that Durgesh is more important than our government thinks he is.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf retorted once more.
“Only because Durgesh is neither the President nor the Prime Minister of India, his importance isn’t less than them. His Svarūpé Avasthānam has made him the most important man on the entire globe.”
“If it is true.” Lily Turner said critically.
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā looked at each other.
Lily Turner was smiling bitterly.
“Well,” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said gravely at length, “even Evelyn Carter isn’t sure of Durgesh’s Svarūpé Avasthānam. He can very well play some diplomatic political game himself.”
“He is the lifetime Chairman of HVSI. HVSI represents Hindu Vishv Underground Durgesh claims doesn’t exist anymore.” Lily Turner commented dryly.
“How do we know Hindu Vishv Underground has really vanished into Vyom?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf said.
“If there is any Vyom anywhere.” Lily Turner smiled bitterly.
“Hindu Vishv Underground may still exist somewhere.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said, “And if it is so, USA has to be more cautious and more vigilant in protecting her own interests.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, looked at Lily Turner.
Lily Turner watched both of them gravely.
Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, had assigned her to a very difficult task.
Durgesh was a very complex man.
Yes, he was born on 1949, and as such, he is only twenty-eight now.
But the fact that there was a Hindu Vishv Underground established by none other than by R’shi Dayānand himself cannot be ignored ever.
It was the underground organization actually that caused the independence of India.
They say it was the most powerful underground organization of revolutionary Hindus.
Durgesh was its democratic head when it is said to vanish into Vyom.
Nonsense!
No Vyom is there anywhere.
All the theories of Parallel Universes, Multiverse, Higher Dimensions, etcetera are utter nonsense.
Durgesh is playing his deepest political game resorting to these spectacular theories of Utmost Ultramodern Science.
President of USA, Jimmy Carter, himself should handle Durgesh.
Even the Hyper Sexuality of Durgesh is utter incredible.
Lily Turner doubts everything related to Durgesh.
She does also think Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, himself must deal with these matters.
Valéry Giscard d’Estaing isn’t as important as Durgesh is.
Neither President of USA, Jimmy Carter, nor Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, is taking Durgesh as gravely as he must be taken.
Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maymūn and her entire Al Jannat Al Malāikāt is still an unsolved mystery.
Now the dissolution of Hindu Vishv Underground has also become a new sheer incredible ever-unsolved mystery too.*
Lily Turner watched both Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, gravely.
“Evelyn Carter must be made to understand that she has to convince our President of the immense importance of Durgesh.”
“How?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, asked, “how can she convince President, Jimmy Carter, that Durgesh has attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam ?”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said.
“There’s a cabinet meeting scheduled before Evelyn Carter has lunch with Durgesh. Our Evelyn Carter is especially invited in that cabinet meeting as a special privileged person.”
Both Lily Turner and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, looked at each other.
“Well?” both of them asked Dr. Åārifah Mustafā simultaneously.
“We can pound the facts, and our goal, in her head before that.”
“All right,” said Lily Turner, “let’s be sure we have it all exactly together before we try to brief her.”
She twisted toward her assistant.
“Wājidah Altāf, you have copies of our memorandum on Svarūpé Avasthānam and Hindu Vishv Underground. Want to pass them out?”
Wājidah Altāf stood up.
No more than five feet two, Durgesh had said, with a tremendous pair of boobs for one so medium.
Lily Turner pictured Wājidah Altāf with me, as I liked to see her, nude and acrobatic.
Lily Turner suspected there must be something more behind my Musalmān Beauties obsession.
It couldn’t be sex only.
She knew I was more under the ground than I was on it.
Lily Turner had observed previously when Wājidah Altāf was handing a memorandum to me; she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis deliberately being cautious of Lily Turner, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā that they couldn’t see it.
Lily Turner knew by her own experiences that I loved my Uncut Hindu Penis squeezed seductively and invitingly by not only Musalmān Beauties but by Lily Turner too.
I was an incurable sexiest Hindu she had met and heard of anywhere.
Almost every country knew I was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground before it ‘dissolved into Vyom’.
Yet no country was there that did deal with me indirectly, instead of dealing with me directly.
They believed their beautiful young ladies could get from me more for the respective countries than their politicians could.
Wājidah Altāf handed the memorandum to Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner deliberately encouraged her American Musalmān girlfriends whether Wahābī, Sunnī, Shiå or Aħmadī.
She had reached to the decision that it was needed to keep me under her control more effectively.
She couldn’t forget the pleasure on my face and in my eyes, when I fixed my eyes on their undulating backside.
‘Unforgettable cushions of love’, I had commented to Lily Turner once, ‘when I hold each buttock in one palm.’
Remembering my wild reactions, Lily Turner was beginning to get wet.
Lily Turner didn’t get wet very often even with her husband, but always even remembering me.
She knew Evelyn Carter also had the same reactions.
These Vedic Monotheist Hindus, they are sexiest even than the rest of the Hindus.
She controlled herself and brought up sharp info the reality of the morning.
“Ved Nagar,” announced Lily Turner, “Let’s get right into it.”
“All set,” said Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner sat back a moment.
“Let’s ignore the intermediation of Evelyn Carter for a moment. Does the President know anything about it?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, leaned forward.
“A little. Mr. President thinks he has other more important things to know about quite in detail.”
Lily Turner nodded.
“Then you have to request Evelyn Carter to brief Mr. President thoroughly, simply, but thoroughly.”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said,
“We’ve got two opportunities. I’m meeting with Evelyn Carter shortly in the Oval Office. Then again after that at a full cabinet meeting.”
“And Evelyn Carter meets with Durgesh at noon.” Lily Turner said thoughtfully.
“At twelve thirty,” said Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, “for lunch and talk. I’ll be in attendance and so will be Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.”
“Very well,” said Lily Turner, “Right off you should prepare the stage, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf. Locate Ved Nagar to Evelyn Carter for Mr. President.”
“I think Mr. President knows where it is.”
“Make sure.” Said Lily Turner, “Be as precise as possible. Emphasize that Ved Nagar isn’t less important than Vatican and Makkah Mukarramah. Instead, I think, in view of Svarūpé Avasthānam of Durgesh, Ved Nagar is even far more important than Vatican and Makkah Mukarramah.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, nodded gravely.
Lily Turner said.
“Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, they are trying to put their own person as Chief of Staff of White House. We want you there permanently.”
“Isn’t it a matter to be decided by Mr. President himself?”
“Of course it is, of course it is.” Lily Turner smiled appreciatively, “Of course, Mr. President himself would take the final decision. But we have to see he must be properly advised of the pros and cons of the matter. Shouldn’t we?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, smiled suavely.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Mr. President has got to know the immense importance of Ved Nagar. Ved Nagar isn’t a country. But it has Durgesh as its Mayor. Remember Durgesh was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground that he claims to dissolve into Vyom.”
“Do you suspect that Ved Nagar is actually Hindu Vishv Underground now in the open?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, suddenly asked gravely.
“Can you guarantee it can’t be?” Lily Turner watched her scrutinizing sharply.
“Well,” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf hesitated somewhat.
“Yes, come on. Tell me. Can you guarantee it can’t be?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf shook her head,
“No.”*
Lily Turner looked at Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Wājidah Altāf.
“Mr. President has got to know the importance of the fact that Durgesh is the Mayor of Ved Nagar. Evelyn Carter must be made to understand how it will complete our defense perimeter.”
“I’ll take care of that,” promised Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner was uncertain,
“What Evelyn Carter achieves with Durgesh is vital to our interests.” She began thumbing through the papers on the desk of CIA Director. “At the same time, Evelyn Carter must be made aware of what kind of resistance she can expect from Durgesh.”
“Because Evelyn Carter isn’t a Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Musalmān Beauty?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, teased Lily Turner.
“I don’t know.” Lily Turner winked at her, “maybe it’s Evelyn Carter’s own incompetence.”
“As a young American Beauty?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also winked at Lily Turner.
Lily Turner laughed.
“Do you expect much resistance from Durgesh?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, asked gravely.
“I can’t say.” Lily Turner found the sheet of paper she had been hunting. “Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, our CIA station head at Ved Nagar, gave me a rundown on personal views of Durgesh about Evelyn Carter.”
“And you believe them?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said sharply.
“Well, I do understand both Durgesh and Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA station head at Ved Nagar, might be playing their own game. But what the hell another alternative we have?”
“Remove Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA Station Head at Ved Nagar, from that very important post.” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, advised curtly, “Some American citizen must be there, not an Indian.”
“Well, yes, our previous CIA Station Head at Ved Nagar, Della Turner, recommended Akhilésh M. Āgnéý for that post, but we should never forget that he is Sarvochch Dévarshi in Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also said.
“What do you want to say?” Lily Turner asked them curtly, “Akhilésh M. Āgnéý can deliberately deceive us?”
“Not deliberately, not deliberately.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, raised her right hand to keep Lily Turner in her pants, “but you can’t guarantee the first loyalty of the Vedic Monotheist Hindus is to USA.”*
Lily Turner said gravely.
“I’ll give you, however, the essence of the sketch Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA station head at Ved Nagar, provided to us. Durgesh doesn’t differentiate Evelyn Carter from his other Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners. However, there are natural scientific differences among Evelyn Carter and Durgesh’s other Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners. Durgesh can’t help us in this matter.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, looked at each other.
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, smiled,
“Lily, you were asking me once, why there’s restriction in Islam in Al Qur’an Al Karīm 2: 221:
‘Wa lā tankiħū almushrikāti ħattā yu’minn’
‘And do not marry polytheistic women until they bring īmān.’
― Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2: 221”
“Yes?”
“Now you are talking of scientific and natural differences between the Muslimāt and the non Muslimāt.”
“It’s what Durgesh believes in, not I.” Lily Turner smiled condescendingly, “So don’t try to impose what Durgesh believes in, on me. Moreover, I didn’t ask about this restriction in Al Qur’an Al Karīm 2: 221 only. According to Al Tārīkħ Al Islam, the entire Musalmīn were expressly ordered to divorce their entire wives who weren’t Muslimāt and refused to surrender to Islam. A large number of Non Muslimāt were forced to be divorced their duly married Musalmān husbands who were not Musalmīn when they married them. Wasn’t it a great injustice to them?”
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Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat:2
Posted: September 16, 2011 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Anjanā Kulkarñī, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore, Brahm Asmitā Trivédī, Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī, Chitrāngdā Joshī, Dalit movement, Dr. Shikhā Sharmā, Durgesh, Feminism, Kans Banerjī, Kuntī Pandit, Kuntī Pāŧhak, life sciences, Madrī Chatterjī, Mādhurī Sharmā, Mādrī Joshī, Padminī Pāŧhak, Pāndu Karosiā, Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maymūn, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sunaýnā Dvivédī, Trivédī Chakrvartī Bhavānīcharañ Trivédī, Vaqā Yūsuf 2 CommentsGotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 2
The Time Cycle of Everfirst BrāhmKalp
Everfirst Satyug
The mega-failure of the rotten caste system
Durgesh Brahm Asmitā Trivédī
I could not understand what I should do.
A quadruplet of Rāmcharit Mānas was striking my mind repeatedly:
‘Vidhi sanvāri sab bāt bigāđī!’
”The Constitution destroyed it all, after making it very good.’
Åbdullāh looked at me.
“I can’t help it; Abbū has changed his mind now.”
“But why?” Vaqā Yūsuf almost screamed now. Will anyone tell me to how much extent we have to compromise?”
“Vaqā!” I scolded her.
“I’ll not listen to you now.” Vaqā revolted ultimately, “Abbū repeat again and again:
ذَلِكَ الْكِتَابُ لاَ رَيْبَ فِيهِ هُدًى لِّلْمُتَّقِينَ
الَّذِينَ يُؤْمِنُونَ بِالْغَيْبِ وَيُقِيمُونَ الصَّلاةَ وَمِمَّا رَزَقْنَاهُمْ يُنفِقُونَ
والَّذِينَ يُؤْمِنُونَ بِمَا أُنزِلَ إِلَيْكَ وَمَا أُنزِلَ مِن قَبْلِكَ وَبِالآخِرَةِ هُمْ يُوقِنُونَ
‘Dhālikalkitābu lā raib feehi hudallilmuttaqeen, Alladheen yauminoon bilghaibi v’ yuqeemoonassalāt v’ mimmā razqanhum yunfiqoon, valladheen yuaminoon bimā undhila ilaik v’ mā undhil minqablik’
‘This is the book, no doubt in it. It is the guidance for the self controllers, who believe in the unseen and establish prayers and expend out of what We have bestowed on them, who believe in the book We have sent down to you, and in the books sent down before you’.
What does it mean? I ask you, what does it mean.”
Abdullah tried to soothe her.
“Bājī! You love Durgesh but you don’t have even 0.1% patience he has.”
“Abdullah!” Vaqā Yūsuf thundered, “Tell me one thing! Does Abbū want me to return to atheism once again?”
“Bājī!-― Bājī! Please!”
“Why I was sent to study in Oxford University, Åbdullāh? Did Abbū not know what I’ll become when I return from there after completing my studies?”
“You―you raped Durgesh, Bājī! You―”
“He turned down my request. I did not have another option.” Vaqā Yūsuf blazed curtly, “We have talked over it extensively even with Abbā Ħuzoor. Do we have to go through it all over again?”
“Bājī! You don’t know who Durgesh is.”
“I know he is the dream lover of every Oxford Beauty and it is enough for me to know.”
“Bājī! We are Muslims. We are neither the Jews nor Christians. We can’t enjoy the liberty they enjoy.”
“‘Why there are differences among us?
‘Why there are differences among us?
Everybody is making too much fuss.
If I am born in a Hindu family am I responsible for it?
If you are born in a Muslim family are you responsible for it?
If he is born in a Christian family is he responsible?
If she is born in a Jew family is she responsible?
Why can’t we intermarry if we please?
Why can’t we date each other if we please?
Are we all not descendants of Adam and Eve?
If it is not so why do you pretend to believe?
Tear up your divine books if you don’t have any faith in them.
Burn them all if you don’t need any more of them.
Stop the hypocrisy of going church every Sunday.
Stop the hypocrisy of reading Namāz five times a day.
Reciting of Mantrs in the Mandirs haven’t made you a human being if,
Shame on you that you even now claim your belief.
Ved Bible and Qur’an all teach us humanity.
Are their teachings now for you mere futility?
‘We one our nest one’ I’ve found in our divine books.
Please don’t destroy our nest allowing differences and crooks.
Follow the path of love every divine book does preach.
Prosperity and true happiness will not be then out of reach.’
This is what Durgesh say in the matter and it’s being appreciated all over extensively.”
“Nonsense, Vaqā!” I contradicted her vehemently.
“Why nonsense, my dear?” Vaqā Yūsuf turned to me ironically, “This poem is written by you. Don’t tell me you are also one of them who preach something but don’t practice it themselves.”
“Durgesh!” Mādhurī Sharmā drew out her beautiful mouth out of the nude handsome Hindu male lap of Āditý Vanshkār, and addressed me curtly.
“Mādhurī!” Āditý Vanshkār scolded his beautiful journalist Brāhmañ girl friend.
She was licking his Vanshkār Ārý Samājī Penis single mindedly.
Padmink Pāŧhak smiled.
She was all in her glamorous fours.
Agni Prakāsh Charmkār was behind her on his knees.
The Brownish Black Charmkār Penis of Agni Prakāsh Charmkār was invading Padmink Pāŧhak’s attractive Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
“It’s all right, Āditý!” Padminī Pāŧhak laughed at him, “Mādhurī is your girl friend only. She is not your wife still now.”
Āditý Vanshkār was furious.
“Padminī Bhābhī! Please! I respect you because even though you are a Brāhmañ girl, you love Agni very much. Agni is a Charmkār by birth, yet―”
“It’s all right, Āditý!” Mādhurī Sharmā again started to lick his strong Vanshkār Penis.
Āditý Vanshkār looked at her sternly.
What he should do of this Brāhmañ Beauty, he could not understand.
He loved Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore more than he loved this voluptuous Brāhmañ Beauty, Mādhurī Sharmā.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore also loved Āditý Vanshkār very much.
But Mādhurī Sharmā did not allow Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore to marry him.
She wanted to be his Chief Wife.
“You should respect at least Durgesh, Mādhurī Sharmā, even if you don’t respect me.”
“I love you Āditý Vanshkār!” Mādhurī Sharmā winked at him lewdly.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore looked away.
She was a beautiful Rājpūt girl.
It was also not easy for her to marry a Vanshkār Hindu male.
The Vanshkārs were considered very low in Traditional Hindu Society.
Āditý Vanshkār was an Ārý Samājī.
He was not a Traditional Hindu.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore and Mādhurī Sharmā both were Paurāñik Brahm Kanyās.
They were not even Ārý Samājīs.
Suddenly Mādhurī Sharmā swallowed all his Vanshkār Penis into her glorious Paurāñik Brāhmañ mouth and started to suck it vehemently.
Padminī Pāŧhak smiled gravely and filled Agni Prakāsh Charmkār’s nude Charmkār Hindu male lap with her beautiful nude female Brāhmañ Buttocks.
His entire Charmkār Hindu Penis vanished into Padminī Pāŧhak’s striking Brāhmañ Cunt.
Agni Prakāsh Charmkār could not control himself.
He held the beautiful nude Female Brāhmañ Waist of Padminī Pāŧhak with both of his Charmkār Hindu hands, and started to fuck her madly.
Padminī Pāŧhak’s striking Pāŧhak Brāhmañ Cunt was eagerly swallowing Agni Prakāsh Charmkār’s brilliant Charmkār Hindu Penis to the hilt, allowing it to go out till only its head was there, then swallowing again the entire Charmkār Penis eagerly and ravenously somewhat.
It was Padminī Pāŧhak’s decided opinion that the Brāhmañ males did not have enough male sexuality to please Brāhmañ girls.
They can please Årab Muslimāt, Other Muslimāt, Christian Beauties, Jew Beauties, White Beauties, even the Shoodrāntyaj Beauties; but not the Brāhmañ Beauties.
They acted totally different with the Brāhmañ girls.
They wanted them to act more morally than the other Beauties.
They were not practical with the Brāhmañ girls.
Mādhurī Sharmā and Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore both clapped earnestly.
“Padminī Pāŧhak! Congratulations! The Charmkār Hindu Penis is visiting the Brāhmañ Cunt fervently. Both the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt have failed to snatch Agni Prakāsh Charmkār from you.”
Agni Prakāsh Charmkār winked at Mādhurī Sharmā and Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore both.
“Get Āditý Vanshkār also inside you. The Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt are also following him not less than they are following me.”
Vaqā Yūsuf laughed.
“Agni Prakāsh! Durgesh is sufficient for us.”
“For both Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt?” Mādhurī Sharmā laughed and made Āditý Vanshkār mad enough to grab her to fuck her.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore squirmed.
But she could not do anything.
Mādhurī Sharmā was more beautiful than she was.
Moreover, Mādhurī Sharmā had already captured Āditý Vanshkār.
She was not allowing him to come to Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore.
Āditý Vanshkār undressed Mādhurī Sharmā quickly, made her to go to her knees, kissed Mādhurī Sharmā’s beautiful Brāhmañ Cunt, rubbed his strong Vanshkār Hindu Penis’s tip on the pink labial lips of Mādhurī Sharmā, and entered.
Padminī Pāŧhak clapped appreciatively.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore had also to clap.
She could not annoy Mādhurī Sharmā.
Clapping appreciatively, Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore looked at Trivikram Karosiā Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav and Bhīmvikram Charméshvar Gītā Tripāthī.
Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav was the nude Brahmmare of Trivikram Karosiā and Gītā Tripāthī was the nude Brahmmare of Bhīmvikram Charméshvar.
Both Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav and Gītā Tripāthī were extremely beautiful, but Trivikram Karosiā and Bhīmvikram Charméshvar were also not less handsome.
The Brownish Black Hindu Penis of Trivikram Karosiā was invading the Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav fervently and the Brownish Black Charmkār Penis of Bhīmvikram Charméshvar was invading the attractive Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Gītā Tripāthī.
Both the Ārý Samājī Penises were very strong and making the both Pink Traditional Brāhmañ Cunts more and more attractive invading them impatiently.
It was absolutely apparent that both Sītā Brahmnāth Bhārgav and Gītā Tripāthī were enjoying the Brownish Black Dalit Penises more in their respective Brāhmañ Cunt than Trivikram Karosiā and Bhīmvikram Charméshvar were enjoying the Pink Traditional Brāhmañ Cunts.
Suddenly Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore became aware of Pāndu Karosiā.
He was present there in his two bodies.
In his one body, he was fucking his beautiful Brahmmare, Kuntī Pandit; and in his second equally strong body, he was sodomizing his second equally beautiful Brahmmare Madrī Chatterjī.
Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both winked at Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore.
“You can’t compete with us Brāhmañ Beauties, Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore!” Kuntī Pandit laughed, “Forget Āditý Vanshkār forever. Mādhurī Sharmā will never let you get him.”
“Poor Rājpūt Beauty!” Madrī Chatterjī also laughed, “Go to Rāmdév Tékām, baby! Shikhā Rājpūt will certainly adjust with you. Āditý Vanshkār is now Mādhurī Sharmā’s beloved. She is a lioness; you know it very well yourself.”
“Madrī Chatterjī auntie! Please!” Āditý Vanshkār interfered.
His Vanshkār Penis was invading Mādhurī Sharmā’s Sharmā Brāhmañ Cunt now excitedly.
Kuntī Pandit laughed.
“Madrī Chatterjī is right, Āditý Vanshkār! Why deceive the girl? She loves you at least. Be sincere to her. You are chosen by Mādhurī Sharmā now forever. You can’t give Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore what Rāmdév Tékām can give her. Mādhurī Sharmā will never allow you to do it.”
Mādhurī Sharmā kissed both the Vanshkār male lips of Āditý Vanshkār.
She entered both her crimson female Brāhmañ lips into the Vanshkār male lips of Āditý Vanshkār.
And forgot to remove them.
Āditý Vanshkār’s Brownish Black Vanshkār Penis was coming out of Mādhurī Sharmā’s Pink Brāhmañ Cunt, anointed with her fragrant Brāhmañ Cunt juice, spreading the fragrance and then vanishing all over again ravenously.
Bhuvanshrī Rāŧhore could see that Mādhurī Sharmā had captured her Vanshkār boy friend entirely.
At least now.
Should she really accept Rāmdév Tékām’s offer and join his Rājpūt Beauties flock?
But there is Shikhā.
Kuntī Pandit teased her again.
“What are you thinking my dear?”
“Mom!” Arjun Karosiā interfered fucking Chitrāngdā Joshī, “Let her go to Nakul. Why are you sending her to Rāmdév Tékām?”
“Vibhā Rāŧhore is there.” Kuntī Pandit said sternly, “She will not adjust, Arjun! You don’t know anything. Kuntī Pāŧhak did not adjust with me. Mādrī Joshī did not adjust with Mādrī Chatterjī ever.”
“Mom!” Chitrāngdā Joshī smiled, “Arjun is your own son from Karosiā Pitr’shrī. He knows very well what we are after.”
Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both laughed.
“So?” Kuntī Pandit asked stubbornly.
As soon as she knew that Pāndu Karosiā was not really Pāndu Karosiā, but was Siddhārth Gautam Bachhalyā instead, she approached Kans Banerjī.
“Kans Dā! We can cash it as much as we desire. Hindus can’t oppose us appropriately without disclosing the fact that they are deceiving the Dalits.”
“I think she is right, Kans!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān also smiled cunningly.
“Pāndu Karosiā should be freed from the imprisonment of Hindu Vishv.” Kuntī Pandit again proposed.
“I agree with her, Kans Dā!” Madrī Chatterjī said gravely.
“Kuntī Pāŧhak and Mādrī Joshī both have joined Siddhārth Gautam Bachhalyā.” Kuntī Pandit said, “Madrī Chatterjī and I can replace them. Pāndu Karosiā will be grateful. Moreover, he is a communal bloody fool. He wants to fuck Brāhmañ women to satisfy his communal sexual lust. We have captured Drauñācharý Banerjī. Why should we not capture these Dalit communal fools also? We have more than enough Communist Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs to satisfy their Communal Sexual lust and capture the Dalit movement against Hindus in our favor.”
Sunaýnā Dvivédī jumped out of pleasure.
“Long live Communism! By Marx! She is right. Let our Communist Brahm Kanyās and Communist Brahmāñīs capture these Dalit fools, satisfy their communal sexual lust and overpower their Dalit movement.”
Pāndu Karosiā could not believe his own ears.
“You mean you Brahm Kanyās will marry us sweepers? Us Scavengers? You Brahmāñīs will have sex with us?”
Kuntī Pandit put both her beautiful Brāhmañ arms around the sweeper neck of Pāndu Karosiā and kissed him full on his sweeper lips.
“Why not? We all are Hindus. I propose to be the Chief Brahm Mahādévī of Karosiā Brahm Hastināpur Creations.”
“And I propose to be the Deputy Chief Brahm Mahādévī of Karosiā Brahm Hastināpur Creations.” Mādrī Chatterjī also winked at Pāndu Karosiā lewdly.
Pāndu Karosiā held them both; each of his arms around their beautiful Brāhmañ waists, pulled them to him and kissed, kissed and kissed.
He fucked both of them in all the possible positions he could.
Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī were astonished how much Communal he was and how much communal sexual lust he had against Brāhmañs.
Pāndu Karosiā made them to suck his Karosiā penis vehemently. And Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both enjoyed his outgrown Karosiā penis into their female Brāhmañ mouths.
When Pāndu Karosiā was fucking Kuntī Pandit into her beautiful Brāhmañ mouth, Madrī Chatterjī was licking his Karosiā male buttocks fervently.
Pāndu Karosiā was kissing their beautiful Brāhmañ Cunts lewdly one by one.
He kissed their nude female Brāhmañ Buttocks also.
Then Madrī Chatterjī sucked Pāndu Karosiā’s sweeper penis.
Kuntī Pandit started to lick his Karosiā male buttocks passionately.
Kuntī Pandit, clinging to Pāndu Karosiā as a creeper twines round a tree, bent his Karosiā male mouth down to her female Brāhmañ mouth, and kissed him passionately.
Madrī Chatterjī was playing with his Karosiā penis.
Kuntī Pandit embraced Pāndu Karosiā, and looked lovingly towards him, kissing him full on his Karosiā male lips.
It is called the ‘twining of a creeper’.
Kuntī Pandit gave Pāndu Karosiā the entire communal sexual satisfaction he was dying for.
So did Madrī Chatterjī also.
“Kuntī Pandit darling!” Pāndu Karosiā announced cheerfully, “I’ll fuck you as much as even the real Pāndu of Mahābhārat had not fucked his wife Kuntī.”
“Had not fucked his wife Kuntī?” Madrī Chatterjī laughed, “He could not fuck her even. He allowed Yam, Vāyu and Indr to fuck his wife Kuntī till she could get pregnant and become the mother of a son from each. He was Pāndu only, not Pāndu Karosiā. Remember. He did not possess the Sexual Power the Dalits possess. Why do you think we Brahm Kanyās, Brahmāñīs and the Savarñās love you Dalit men? Why we die to have your Harijan Penises into our Brāhmañ, Rājpūt and Vaishý Cunts? Even Durgesh is a Harijan male youth who fucks and sodomize the 99.90 % Brahm Kanyās, Brahmāñīs, Rājpūt Kanyās, and Vaishý Kanyās even.”
“It was the real reason why Duryodhan and other Kauravs did not accept Yudhishŧhir, Bhīm, Arjun, Nakul and Sahdév as the son of their uncle Pāndu.” Kuntī Pandit thrust her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt upwards to meet Pāndu Karosiā’s wild downward Karosiā male thrust and swallowed his entire Brownish Black Karosiā penis into her tight Brāhmañ Pussy.
Pāndu Karosiā kissed Kuntī Pandit lustfully full on her crimson female Brāhmañ lips.
Then his Karosiā waist gone wild.
His long and thick Brownish Black Karosiā Penis went into Kuntī Pandit’s Pink Brāhmañ Cunt attacking her wildly, and vanished entirely into her.
Both the male Karosiā jaghan and female Brāhmañ Jaghan embraced and almost entered into each other.
Pāndu Karosiā kissed Kuntī Pandit full on her crimson female Brāhmañ lips.
His both Karosiā palms were on Kuntī Pandit’s gorgeous female Brāhmañ buttocks.
Kuntī Pandit raised her nude female Brāhmañ thighs and wrapped both of them up around Pāndu Karosiā’s nude male Karosiā waist.
“Āh!” Pāndu Karosiā announced in his communal sexual ecstasy, “The Brāhmañ Cunt has greeted my Karosiā Penis entirely into her and has gripped it along its entire length and thickness.”
“Imprisoned.” Kuntī Pandit winked at him lewdly announcing cheerfully and kissed Pāndu Karosiā full on his communal male Karosiā lips, “Imprisoned into my Brāhmañ fort. Now forget it Karosiā invader! Your Black Karosiā Penis is imprisoned into my Pink Brāhmañ Cunt forever.”
“Forever?” Pāndu Karosiā shrieked out of entirely unexpected communal sexual delight.
“Forever.” Kuntī Pandit confirmed, “The invader is imprisoned. It has invaded my Brāhmañ fort illegally. The punishment is Life Imprisonment.”
Pāndu Karosiā screamed with communal sexual lust and delight.
He was riding on the nude beautiful female Brāhmañ body of Kuntī Pandit lying on her nude glorious back on bed, and Madrī Chatterjī was riding on him.
The nude Karosiā male body of Pāndu Karosiā was sandwiched between the two young beautiful nude female Brāhmañ bodies of Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī.
“Keep the Karosiā invader there into your Brāhmañ fort, Kuntī Pandit!” Madrī Chatterjī winked, “Don’t release the Brāhmañ Vaginal Grip on the illegal invader Karosiā Penis. Let him suffer.”
Pāndu Karosiā tried to draw out his Karosiā Penis somewhat but the Brāhmañ Vaginal Grip of Kuntī Pandit on his Karosiā Penis was so tight and strong that he could not draw out his Karosiā Penis even a bit.
His Karosiā waist was wild but all his wildness was imprisoned now between the sweetest wrap of the two nude female Brāhmañ young thighs of Kuntī Pandit.
The inner parts of her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt were quivering wildly on the entire length and thickness of his Karosiā Penis.
Pāndu Karosiā was flying in the heaven of communal sexual lust and ecstasy.
It was the ecstasy he was dying to get.
Kuntī Pandit was giving it to him as much as he wanted.
Madrī Chatterjī was helping her.
Pāndu Karosiā was utmost grateful to the both Brāhmañ Beauties.
One hour passed.
Pāndu Karosiā was overwhelmed.
The female Brāhmañ lips of Kuntī Pandit were penetrating his Karosiā male lips and his Karosiā Penis was penetrating Kuntī Pandit’s Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Kuntī!” Pāndu Karosiā whispered, “Kuntī Pandit darling!”
He was feeling the hot female Brāhmañ breaths of Kuntī Pandit on his Karosiā male face and Kuntī Pandit was feeling his hot Karosiā male breaths in return on her extremely beautiful female Brāhmañ face.”
“Yes! Yes, invader Pāndu Karosiā! What do you want?”
“Release the Karosiā Penis prisoner somewhat my beautiful Brāhmañ darling! An hour has passed almost. We haven’t any action.”
“You want action?”
“Yes, my gorgeous Brāhmañ life partner!”
“My Strong Karosiā invader! Perhaps you haven’t heard my Brahmjudgment carefully. It’s life imprisonment your Karosiā invader is punished with.”
Pāndu Karosiā was gratified.
“I accept the life imprisonment, Kuntī Pandit darling!” Pāndu Karosiā felt the tight Brāhmañ Vaginal Grip becoming tighter on the entire length and thickness of his long and thick Karosiā Penis.
Both the Brāhmañ labial lips were gripping his Karosiā Penis on its root stoutly and quivering there repeatedly in such a manner that Pāndu Karosiā was afraid of ejaculation utmost before he wanted.
He had to control himself, he knew.
He had to control himself.
He had to fuck Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī both as skillfully as he could.
Both of them must be impressed by his Karosiā male sexual ingenuity.
Because he knew the strange sexual psychosis, the Brāhmañ males have for their Brāhmañ women.
He knew the Brāhmañ males couldn’t satisfy Brāhmañ women sexually because they don’t want to ab initio.
The Brāhmañ women have to come to Dalit males to extinguish even their natural female sexual needs.
He is attacking not Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī.
He is attacking the entire Brāhmañism.
And the Karosiāism must win as the Bachhalyāism wins always attacking Brāhmañism ever.
All the Brahm Kanyās Brahmāñīs and even the Brāhmañs have surrendered to the Bachhalyās forever.
They must surrender to the Karosiās even.
The Brāhmañs can’t satisfy sexually their Brāhmañ women.
The Brāhmañ women have gone to Durgesh and to the other Bachhalyās therefore.
A Brāhmañ woman married to a Bachhalyā gives birth to a Bachhalyā.
A Brāhmañ woman married to a Brāhmañ gives birth to a Brāhmañ even though the semen is the Bachhalyā semen.
So must be with the Karosiās even.
“You accept the life imprisonment?” Kuntī Pandit smiled and winked teasingly.
“I accept the life imprisonment.”
“Then maintain status quo. Don’t disturb the peace inside.”
“I want a release somewhat only.” Pāndu Karosiā kissed Kuntī Pandit’s crimson female Brāhmañ lips.
“Somewhat only?”
“Of course! Even the prisoners with life imprisonment enjoy this facility.”
“It can be arranged but on certain conditions only.”
“Tell the conditions my striking Brāhmañ queen!”
“My Sexually Powerful Karosiā King! Your Karosiā Penis can’t go out completely.” Kuntī Pandit said gravely.
“It does not want to even. The life imprisonment for it is accepted I said, my Brāhmañ Chhammak Chhallo!”
“My Karosiā invader!” Kuntī Pandit laughed, “Illegally or legally your Karosiā invader is inside my Brāhmañ fort now. The door is closed on its root forever. It can go outside for a moment or two only partially and it has to return entirely into the fort almost immediately. Right?”
“Right.” Pāndu Karosiā accepted.
Kuntī Pandit released her thighs somewhat and Pāndu Karosiā pulled out his Karosiā Penis immediately.
It was anointed with the fragrant Brāhmañ Cunt juice of Kuntī Pandit.
The female Brāhmañ fragrance radiated everywhere.
It filled his Karosiā male nostrils even.
Pāndu Karosiā pulled out his Karosiā Penis till only its head was inside.
Then he thrust it inside again with all the Karosiā male force he had.
Kuntī Pandit screamed melodiously and her gorgeous female Brāhmañ buttocks jumped on the bed as the strong Karosiā Penis again invaded her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt forcefully to the hilt.
Madrī Chatterjī had put the tip of her female Brāhmañ tongue on the length of his anointed Karosiā Penis.
As the Karosiā Penis went inside her female Brāhmañ tongue succeeded in licking the fragrant female Brāhmañ Cunt Juice of Kuntī Pandit from Karosiā Penis of Pāndu Karosiā.
Pāndu Karosiā gasped.
He could not imagine the communal sexual pleasure the two Brāhmañ Beauties were bestowing on him.
It was the pleasure he was dying for to get.
And, he was getting it now.
Pāndu Karosiā’s Black Karosiā Penis pierced the Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Kuntī Pandit again to the hilt and vanished into her again entirely.
Madrī Chatterjī licked his male Karosiā buttocks.
Pāndu Karosiā could not kiss her even as both his male Karosiā lips were again penetrating the crimson female Brāhmañ lips of Kuntī Pandit as his Karosiā Penis was penetrating her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
Both the beautiful nude female Brāhmañ thighs of Kuntī Pandit had again wrapped his Karosiā male waist.
Both the Brāhmañ labial lips of Kuntī Pandit had again gripped his Karosiā Penis on its root tightly.
The sensational female Brāhmañ quivering of the inner parts of the Brāhmañ Pussy of Kuntī Pandit was again there on the entire length and thickness of his Karosiā Penis.
Even the Brāhmañ labial lips were quivering suggestively on its root again.
Pāndu Karosiā closed his eyes in wild blind lust and desire.
Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī looked in each other’s eyes and smiled.
“The Karosiā fool is under our control now fully.” The female Brāhmañ eyes told each other pair.
“Long live Communism!” Kuntī Pandit said in eyes to Madrī Chatterjī.
“Long live Communism!” Madrī Chatterjī repeated the wish silently.
“Here we start the end of Hinduism.” Kuntī Pandit muttered in her eyes.
“The Dalit fools are most welcome!” Madrī Chatterjī’s eyes were also laughing but silently again, “The damnfools think we Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs have something more in our Brāhmañ Cunts, their own Dalit Women don’t have.”
Kuntī Pandit laughed.
Pāndu Karosiā had pulled out his Karosiā Penis again and thrust it back immediately.
Kuntī Pandit screamed again and her gorgeous female Brāhmañ buttocks again jumped on the bed as the strong Karosiā Penis invaded her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt forcefully to the hilt again.
Madrī Chatterjī had again put the tip of her female Brāhmañ tongue on the length of his anointed Karosiā Penis.
As the Karosiā Penis went inside her female Brāhmañ tongue succeeded in licking the fragrant female Brāhmañ Cunt Juice of Kuntī Pandit again from Karosiā Penis of Pāndu Karosiā.
Pāndu Karosiā gasped again.
Pāndu Karosiā’s Black Karosiā Penis pierced the Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Kuntī Pandit again to the hilt and vanished into her again entirely.
Madrī Chatterjī licked his male Karosiā buttocks.
Pāndu Karosiā’s both male Karosiā lips were again penetrating the crimson female Brāhmañ lips of Kuntī Pandit as his Karosiā Penis was penetrating her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
Both the beautiful nude female Brāhmañ thighs of Kuntī Pandit had again wrapped his Karosiā male waist.
Both the Brāhmañ labial lips of Kuntī Pandit had again gripped his Karosiā Penis on its root tightly.
The sensational female Brāhmañ quivering of the inner parts of the Brāhmañ Pussy of Kuntī Pandit was again there on the entire length and thickness of his Karosiā Penis.
Even the Brāhmañ labial lips were quivering suggestively on its root again.
Pāndu Karosiā closed his eyes in wild blind lust and desire.
Then the entire set of actions was being repeated over and over.
Pāndu Karosiā was fucking beautiful Kuntī Pandit now fiercely.
Kuntī Pandit was also enjoying the Karosiā Penis into her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt excitedly.
It was not a Bachhalyā Penis, always great in Brāhmañ Cunts, but still it was a Penis she could enjoy.
It was not a Brāhmañ Penis after all, timid in Brāhmañ Cunts and wild and savage in Muslimāt Cunts.
So, even Karosiā Penis is not bad!
The Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs can enjoy even it if the Bachhalyā Penis is not available, and not a Méhrā Penis even.
How to fuck the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs is no doubt known to the Bachhalyās only.
The Bachhalyās were the sole owner of their female Brāhmañ bodies.
But the emergency arrangement was not bad.
Pāndu Karosiā fucked Madrī Chatterjī after Kuntī Pandit.
He sodomized them also, as much as he wanted.
His Karosiā Penis was invading the beautiful Communist Brāhmañ Cunts of Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī as lustfully and as lewdly as he wanted.
After nine months, Kuntī Pandit gave birth to Yudhishŧhir Karosiā, the real son of her and Pāndu Karosiā.
After one year more, she produced Bhīm Karosiā, their second real son.
Pāndu Karosiā married Anjanā Kulkarñī in the meantime.
Anjanā Kulkarñī loved Bhīm Karosiā very much.
Kuntī Pandit allowed her to take care of her second son from Pāndu Karosiā.
As the nude Karosiā male body of Pāndu Karosiā was sandwiched between the two beautiful nude female Brāhmañ bodies of Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī, my nude Bachhalyā male body was also sandwiched between the two beautiful nude female Brāhmañ bodies of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī and Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī.
My everlongest everthickest everstrong Bachhalyā Penis was entirely inside the beautiful Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī.
The inner parts of her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt were quivering wildly on the entire length and thickness of my Bachhalyā Penis.
I was feeling as if I was once again in the everfirst BrāhmKalp in the everfirst Satyug.
The similarity could not be denied.
I was the only Dvij Hindu then among the countless Brāhmañs, Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs.
So I was here in this United Brahm Creations.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī was its newly elected President.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī was its duly elected Vice President.
Both went to Trantor and brought me with them.
They had no other alternative.
The entire United Brahm Creations was surrounded by almost endless Dalit Brahm Creations.
The Dalit Spaceships daily visited their Brahm Creations without fail.
The beautiful Brahm Kanyās and the beautiful Brahmāñīs were daily kidnapped by sexually strong and Powerful Dalit males.
Many of them were Vishisht Brahms even.
The ordinary Brāhmañ subject of United Brahm Creations could not protect their beautiful Brāhmañ women from the sexually stronger and more Powerful Dalit males.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī called the session of the Executive Council to order.
She did not allow any Brāhmañ male in her Executive Council of United Brahm Creations.
Let the fools enjoy Muslimāt Cunts and Muslimāt Asses.
The Muslimāt have won them after a long fight with their evertyrant Musalmeen males.
The Executive Council of United Brahm Creations consisted of extremely beautiful Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs only.
Both Brahm Asmitā and Brahm Nishŧhā were feeling their envious Brahm eyes penetrating their bodies as my Bachhalyā Penis was penetrating the Pink Brāhmañ Cunt of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī.
I was playing with her nude female Trivédī Brāhmañ buttocks.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī was licking my male Bachhalyā buttocks.
My both male Bachhalyā lips were penetrating the crimson female Brāhmañ lips of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī as my Bachhalyā Penis was penetrating her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt.
Both the beautiful nude female Brāhmañ thighs of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī had again wrapped my Bachhalyā male waist.
Both the Brāhmañ labial lips of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī had again gripped my Bachhalyā Penis on its root tightly.
The sensuous, sumptuous, luxurious, opulent, rich, deep, intense, affective, aesthetic, female Brāhmañ quiverings of the inner parts of the Brāhmañ Pussy of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī was again there on the entire length and thickness of my Bachhalyā Penis, enjoying me there very much.
Even the Brāhmañ labial lips were quivering suggestively on its root again.
I closed my eyes in wild blind male Bachhalyā lust and desire.
I could be communalism less, but I was a man after all.
I definitely enjoyed sex very much with every woman I had.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī kissed my Bachhalyā male neck.
She could not do anything more.
I was riding on the nude Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī and similarly nude Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī was riding on my nude male Bachhalyā back.
Dhanyvād Bhagvān, at least the Brāhmañs entered with the Bachhalyās in a treaty that the entire Brahm Kanyās and even the entire Brahmāñīs belong to the Bachhalyās only.
The Brāhmañs will get the Muslimāt for them as the Muslimāt had won them after a long series of Jihad against their evertyrant Musalmeen males.
I was sandwiched entirely between both the extremely beautiful Brāhmañ Beauties.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī, lying on her back, was enjoying my entire Bachhalyā Penis into her Pink Brāhmañ Cunt but her beautiful female Brāhmañ eyes had looked with no visible sign of interest at the gathering.
She did not have to show interest among her inferiors.
Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maymūn had never shown interest among her Executive Council of Jannatul Firdaus.
She was her role model.
Yet, no one doubted that Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī had noted all the Brāhmañ Beauties there who were present and all who had not yet arrived.
Her long black hair was carelessly spreading on the bed.
Her matter of fact female Brāhmañ face was notable for her outstanding Brāhmañ Beauty as well as for her relentless female Brāhmañ ingenuity.
At last, she had succeeded in winning the male Brāhmañs of United Brahm Creations to surrender to her.
She had proved that she was the most capable female Brāhmañ administrator in the entire United Brahm Creations and even all the male Brāhmañ administrators had to acknowledge it.
None of them could stop the daily unfortunate kidnapping of the beautiful Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs by Dalit male creations.
None would associate Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī with the follies of the hereditary male Brāhmañ administrators who had ruled their own Brahm Creations just prior to the time of Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī.
Her brilliant speeches stirred the male Brāhmañ minds even as well as the female Brāhmañ minds.
She even had the gift for the dramatic gesture.
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī inherited the capacity for making quiet decisions from her Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī mother, Assalāt Al Islām.
Her father Trivédī Chakrvartī Bhavānīcharañ Trivédī was proud of her.
“We have succeeded in bringing the great Durgesh here to meet the Dalit crisis we are facing.” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī addressed her Executive Council of United Brahm Creations, “Right from the beginning when we settled these worlds we are facing the same problem. These countless Brahm Creations are created by our ancestors both males and females. It is noticeable that our male Brāhmañ ancestors did not use their Brāhmañ females for it. They used Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt females. We, present here, are Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs but only our fathers are Brāhmañ. Our mothers are not. Our mothers are either Årab Muslimāt or Other Muslimāt. No doubt, our female Brāhmañ ancestors also participated in creating these Brahm Creations but they did it with the help of Bachhalyā males not with the help of their Brāhmañ males.”
Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī paused, gazed levelly at the assembled beautiful female Brāhmañ faces for a moment, and then went on.
My magnificent Bachhalyā Penis was penetrating her glorious Trivédī Pink Brāhmañ Cunt more and more violently now.
“It means we need Bachhalyā males for us Brāhmañ females and our Brāhmañ males need Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt females for them, if we want to continue as a progressive and prospering United Brahm Creations. I don’t know why Brāhmañ males can’t produce male children with us Brāhmañ females and why we Brāhmañ females can’t produce male children with our Brāhmañ males. The fact is it cannot be done. We should not fight therefore with the nature. We have accepted a Bachhalyā male for all of us Brāhmañ females here― Durgesh. The Brāhmañ males are permitted to have Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt as they please! We have tried to build a pure Brāhmañ society and failed miserably. Now, it is the new social order― a Bachhalyā male Durgesh for all of us Brāhmañ females and Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt for all of our Brāhmañ males. Let’s produce more and more male Brāhmañ children in this way if it is the only possible way.”
Dr. Shikhā Sharmā, representative from Durgesh Arundhatī Sharmā Creations, smiled.
“Miss President!” she addressed Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī, “In this way, are we not confirming what the Dalit invaders and kidnappers want us to accept?”
“What?”
“That we Brāhmañ males and Brāhmañ females alone are not capable to run our own United Brahm Creations without any outside help?”
“If Miss President doesn’t mind, I want to answer the question very much.” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī interfered.
Dr. Shikhā Sharmā smiled again.
“In all the Brahm Kanyās Creations and Brahmāñīs Creations we are already using the same social order. United Brahm Creations were created for something more. We wanted to establish that even the Brāhmañ males can produce male children from us Brāhmañ females.”
“Well―” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī smiled, “As to that, we tried and failed. We Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs are made for Durgesh only originally. Let’s return to our original status.”
“Only Durgesh for us Brāhmañ females?” Dr. Shikhā Sharmā laughed.
“Only Durgesh for us Brāhmañ females.” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī also laughed, “Not even the rest of the Bachhalyās. Is there any objection?”
“Certainly not.” Dr. Shikhā Sharmā laughed, “Only I have to tell Dr. Prabhāt Sharmā to surrender to his secretary Al Ibādat Al Islām as I’m no longer available to him.”
“All your rights reserved by Durgesh now?” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Nishŧhā Dvivédī also laughed.
“All my rights reserved by Durgesh now.” Dr. Shikhā Sharmā laughed winking at me lewdly, “Hello! Bachhalyā Lover Boy! Interested in this Brāhmañ Beauty?”
All Brāhmañ Beauties present there laughed simultaneously in joy and happiness.
“The Time Cycle of everfirst BrāhmKalp everfirst Satyug is repeating it again and again.” Rājkumārī Dr. Brahm Asmitā Trivédī also laughed.
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 