GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 21

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 21

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb

Durgesh Sītā Bhārgav

That was what Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr is actually good at.
Al Kuwait Creations were almost similar to the Gāndhār of Mahābhārat period, if there was such a period.
He still didn’t know whether there were any Mahābhārat war, or not.
The Westerners never accepted there was.
They always claimed it was only a mythological tale, nothing else.
Yet, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr wasn’t so sure now.
If Durgesh’s Time Cycle Theory were incorrect, how the hell was it possible for him to go in the Trétā era ever?
He met his real father Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī there.
Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī was exactly his identical.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr found he has so many real and half Brāhmañ sisters in Trétā.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan once more proved herself correct.
“If you lick your wife, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt
I mean, after Durgesh fucks her, you may get rid of your entire shortcomings gradually, eventually, ultimately.”
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr smiled cunningly.
Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, you want to cuckold me too?”
“Do I need to, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, smiled sarcastically.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr watched the utmost cunning young woman he had ever encountered with, in his entire life.
He could never decide who was using whom.
Sometimes he thought Durgesh was using Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, successfully, without letting her even realize what he was doing with her.
Yet, sometimes Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr himself doubted his own theory.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was getting more from Durgesh than Durgesh was getting from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated.
How then Durgesh was using her?*

Mahārānī Rājmātā Kuntī Chaturvédī was neither Mahārānī nor Rājmātā then.
She was Rājkumārī Kuntī Chaturvédī only.
What a tragedy!
She had to leave her son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, only because he was an offspring from her premarital affair.
She had numerous Musalmān lady friends that had their premarital affairs with Durgesh mostly, or at least with other capable Hindus.
They were even bold enough to revolt against their society.
Ayesha Ahmad, Dr. Ali Sina’s co-author, was a born Musalmān lady.
Yet, she bravely wrote against Islam.
Here, the traditional Paurāñik Brāhmañ of Chaturvédī Creations were obstinate not to let any Brāhmañ young lady have any premarital affair.
She was expected to be a virgin obstinately until she wasn’t married.
Rājkumārī Kuntī Chaturvédī loved Durgesh, a Bachhalyā.
Despite a large number of restrictions, she enjoyed premarital sex with Durgesh.
She deliberately conceived Durgesh’s child in her womb.
Gave birth to a handsome male child clandestinely with the help of ever revolting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She had been extolled far beyond her deserts and the incident was never mentioned.*

After my Bachhalyā Lund had exited Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ  mouth the next few jets had landed mainly on her chin.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav‘s beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ fingers then released my Bachhalyā Lund.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav brought her my Bachhalyā cum covered fingers to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth and began to lick it clean.

My eyes were grave watching her.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw my Bachhalyā Lund jump in excitement.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled.

In this Infinite BrāhmKalp now the lost glory of Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even is returning fast.

Narendr Modi is being credited for it.

However, they knew, the entire Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs, that actually entire HVSI has brought it.

How excellently the time cycle, the Kālchakr, was working!

There were Brahm Apsarās again prominent in Bollywood.

Katrina Kaif was number one, but it needed Saba Qamar too.

Infinite BrāhmKalp is now elevating Saba Qamar and other beautiful Pakistani Musalmān heroines in Bollywood.

Maryam Tanvīr Ålī is also one of them.

When she had her fingers cleaned off Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to collect my cum from her chin and sucked it off them.
“Take off your shirt,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said as I immediately pulled my shirt off and sat naked before her on the couch.

She had seen me in bathing suits around the pool many times.

Naturally, she knew pretty well what my Bachhalyā male body looked like, but now as I sat before her basking in the afterglow of the first orgasm I didn’t give myself.

I looked sexy and appealing in a way she never would have dreamed possible.

Truly I was a fine man.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached up again to my Bachhalyā Lund and began to stroke it.

It was hard almost immediately and although she very much wanted to feel me in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth again and taste my Bachhalyā cum there was something else that she knew she needed more.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly stood up before me and teasingly asked,

“Are you ready for more of your present?”

“There’s more?” I replied softly in excitement.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly untied her robe and pulled it open before letting it drop to the floor behind her.

I stared at her naked, excited Bhārgav Brāhmañ body and smiled.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel my eyes exploring her and in her heightened lust they almost felt as intense as a pair of hands touching her.

A thick mat of dark, curly hair surrounded her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched me stare patiently at the spot where her legs met.

Her exercising had kept her fit and she only had a small stomach that she knew was much smaller than any other women she knew her own age.

Her heavy tits even hadn’t started relenting to her age.

They were still where they rode on her chest.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav liked their shape and thought the even the slight dropping would give her a sexy, experienced look when naked.

It seemed like I agreed as my eyes spent several long Moments staring lustfully at her tits as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stood still before me.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped forward and straddled my Bachhalyā male lap before lowering herself toward my Bachhalyā Lund.

She reached down and easily guided my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund inside her letting herself fall down taking me all the way inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot with little fanfare.

Both of us let out long, intense groans as I felt something and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav felt something she hadn’t experienced ever before.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned close to my ear and whispered,

“There is as much of this as you want.”

I smiled at her words.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started riding up and down on my hard Bachhalyā Lund.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav threw everything into her fuck and she felt alive and excited like Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  didn’t remember was possible.

All feelings of wrong were gone now and were replaced only by a craving for more of this intense sensation.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav guided my Bachhalyā male hands around to her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and I began to grope and feel it excitedly.

The sheer Bachhalyā male desire Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel from me, thrilled her and made her want my Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot even more.

Again, this fuck was not shorter as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  had thought.

She had forgotten how excitable I could be and how little control she had the first few times I fucked.

She let out another cry as started to cum inside her pussy for the first time ever.

The sensation of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ cum bathing my still in action stiff Bachhalyā Lund  and the feeling of my body reacting so strongly to her orgasm triggered an orgasm in me too that was stronger and longer than any Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could remember having.

I opened my eyes and stared at her in pleasure as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav screamed out when her orgasm started.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav clutched me tightly to her Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits and drove my Bachhalyā Lund as far inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could, as her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  exploded into a long series of spasms and twitches.

It seemed like there wasn’t a single part of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ body that wasn’t affected by her orgasm and when it finally passed Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  sank against her Bachhalyā lover in complete relief and release.

We sat in silence for a long while with my still rock hard Bachhalyā Lund still inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot before Dr. Sītā Bhārgav finally whispered,

“That was amazing.”

I smiled,

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to. It’s my pleasure, Bachhalyā Piyā.” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav kissed me passionately on my Bachhalyā male lips.

I sat up and looked at her before answering,

“I’m honored. Yet it can also be so much more.”

After my words she moved to me and we met in a new kind of kiss.

This was the deep, exploring kiss of lovers and not at all like any kiss we had previously shared.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav immediately let her tongue enter my mouth and soon our tongues were dancing a slow, delicious dance together.

We remained in this position kissing and just basking in being naked together for a long time.

How much?

Neither of us knew nor cared to.

Then Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started her second round.

My ever stiff Bachhalyā Lund was already there completely buried into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

She fucked me this time more vigorously.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ shame was diminishing now with more and more intimacy.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav fucked me for hours rising and sitting on my Bachhalyā Lund nonstop continually without even a single indication that she was tired even a bit.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot kept swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund nonstop.

There was a third round too.

Then there was a fourth round.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Then there was a fifth, sixth and seventh round.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was fucking me as if endlessly.

My palms were playing with her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks constantly.

Eventually Dr. Sītā Bhārgav rose from my lap and held out her hand to me.

I stood, took her hand, and gravely followed her down the hallway.

For some reason Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stopped at my bedroom and led me into my own room.

My room was just a shade bigger than her own but had the same king sized bed her room had.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav didn’t know why, but something about being with me like this in my own room surrounded by the various posters of athletes, bands, and nearly naked women made the sensation more intense for her.

Since I never made my bed we didn’t even need to move the sheets as we crawled in together.

We resumed our deep kiss from earlier and kept that up for a long while before Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  decided it was time to let me explore.

I was lying on my back and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  crawled onto her hands and knees over me.

Letting her heavy tits hang down on me Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began dragging them back and forth slowly over my chest and stomach causing me to groan in outright lust.

By the time she had them over my face I began kissing them.
She rolled over onto her back letting me kneel over her as I resumed exploring her tits.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was getting very excited.
For what seemed like hours I explored her tits and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav happily let me.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was so excited and wet that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav couldn’t take any more teasing she gasped,

“Touch me.”

I looked at her as if I was unsure what she meant.

She repeated,

“Touch my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.”

I reached down and tentatively ran my fingers through her curly pussy hair.

My curious touch was very thrilling and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav longed to see what I would do next.

But Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was too excited to wait any longer for her release.

She reached down putting her fingers over mine and guided me to her clit.

I gasped in seeming surprise at the heavy wetness I found there and let her guide my fingers to the area Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted.

“There! Touch me there!” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  moaned.

I complied and began rubbing my fingers all over and around her engorged clit.

My touch was almost a turn on for her.

It didn’t take long with my fingers rubbing over her clit, even unknowingly, for her to explode into orgasm again.

I kept rubbing at her insistence and stared down at her watching her body tremble.

After she finished cumming I began exploring her pussy, tits, and stomach with my hands until she reached out and grasped my now rock hard Bachhalyā Lund.

“Fuck me,” she urged as she fondled my Bachhalyā Lund and spread her legs widely apart indicating where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted me to be.

I moved between her legs.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached down and guided my Bachhalyā Lund to the entrance of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

With a single push I drove myself all the way inside her.
Tentatively at first I began fucking her as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav gave herself over to me and let me do with her what I wanted.

After a while we reached a tempo that was easy for me to maintain and easy for her to compliment through her own Bhārgav Brāhmañ thrusts.

It felt so good for Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  to have a hard Bachhalyā Lund between her Bhārgav Brāhmañ legs that her head was spinning in bliss.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched me riding her as I pushed myself up on my hands to help my thrusting.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel me experimenting with different speeds and angles and most of all she simply basked in my desire and the feeling of my hard Bachhalyā Lund filling her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot so perfectly.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted it to last all day and it did last much longer than she expected based on our earlier encounters.

It ultimately was her own Bhārgav Brāhmañ orgasm that triggered me this time again and not the other way around.

Part of her felt silly at having so little control over her own desire it felt so amazingly good she felt like Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could cum over and over all day long.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav groaned and her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot began twitching around my Bachhalyā Lund from her orgasm, it didn’t take long for me to start cumming.

There was no way I could resist the added stimulation of her orgasm and my began just as hers was reaching its peak.

Both called out and groaned over and over as we shared a mutual orgasm.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav felt completely drained and exhausted once we finished cumming and suspected I must have felt the same way.

I collapsed into her arms and we held each other closely.

She ran her hands over my ever young, strong back and caressed my tight hips as we exchanged a few kisses and mostly just stayed together.

I seemed reluctant to let her leave so she asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Well,” I smiled, “I don’t want my present to end.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly at me and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. “Ohhh, Durgesh darling,” she purred, “This doesn’t ever have to end if you don’t want it to.”

The look of relief and excitement on my face made Dr. Sītā Bhārgav giggle.

“Come on, let’s continue till you want to,”

Her hair was still pulled up behind her head but was quite tussled and a bit of a mess.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly at her reflection in the mirror fixed opposite her and decided not to bother fixing her appearance only to get it messed up later when she planned on fucking me nonstop again.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still wore the wicked smile as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav pulled me once again on her nude Bhārgav Brāhmañ young body.

It was good to have an utmost experienced Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

Wasn’t it?

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly once more enjoying my Bachhalyā thrusts once more inside her.*

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was feeling drowsy, but not quite ready for bed.

She sat in her robe in front of the TV, sipping hot chocolate.

She’d meant to watch an educational program on the History channel, but flipping through channels she’d become interested in a trashier program gossiping about lifestyles of the Bachhalyās and their sex lives with Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs and Muslimāt.

She watched this now, half-bored.

It was the usual story shown already infinite times.

The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs lack the fire in their ever over moral Brāhmañ female bodies the Muslimāt ever do by birth.

The Muslimāt are hottest genetically.

Moreover, the lifestyle of the Muslimāt is entirely different from the lifestyle of the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Nonsense!

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav herself has satisfied Durgesh completely.

Being a Brahm Padminī, it wasn’t easy for Dr. Sītā Bhārgav to be as aggressive in sex with Durgesh as she was deliberately.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could not understand how her Musalmān sisters could manage it.

Their Ammī was the same.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl never believed in matrimony.

She was a profound feminist always.

She had sex with Durgesh even.

Yet she never surrendered to Durgesh even.

“He isn’t my husband.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl used to say, “Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, my dear child, you should have refused to your father to live with him. Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav is a good man. Yet, sorry, I can’t be his Najmah Mandodarī.”

“Ammī Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said politely, “Dad is only named Dashānan Bhārgav. He has no similarities with the historical Swarñ Lankéshvar Rāvañ Vaishravañ Paulastý.”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl laughed.

“Really? Only because Dashānan Bhārgav compelled me successfully to give you to him, you think Dashānan Bhārgav is a responsible father?”

“Dad didn’t took only me, Ammī Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said bitterly, “He compelled you to give him his every offspring from you. Nevertheless, he always requested to take care of us. He always invited you to live there in Golden Creations, Golden Capital City. What the more is needed to prove that Dad Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav is a perfectly competent and responsible father? Even Swarñ Lankéshvar Rāvañ Vaishravañ Paulastý had not only abandoned his daughter, Brahm Jagdambā, Sītā Rāvañi Vaishravañ Paulastý.”

Chapter 22
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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: 16

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 16

Durgesh Kaikéyī Mukherjī
Dashrath Bhārgav

I smiled at Dashrath Bhārgav.
“But Dad, what’s wrong in it, even if I can’t return or enter Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations for fourteen years?”
Dashrath Bhārgav looked at me as if he had lost everything whatsoever he had.
“You should have asked Sumant why he was sent to bring you here, instead of any lady robot. Should you haven’t, Durgesh?”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, looked gravely at Dashrath Bhārgav.
Then he looked at me,
Durgesh, my dear boy, you are my son in law too. Aren’t you? I thought it was better to bring you myself here instead of some bloody lady robot that doesn’t have any human heart.”
Kaikéyī Mukherjī smiled cunningly.
“Son, Durgesh, your father in law, Dashrath Bhārgav is afraid of me very much that my son Bharat Chaturvédī may let me establish Communism here.”
Dashrath Bhārgav looked at me,
Param Purush, now even you can’t say I am wrong. You always favored Kaikéyī Mukherjī even on Kaushalyā Mukherjī and Sumitrā Chatterjī. Now you can see yourself what Kaikéyī Mukherjī is doing. I agree she could not influence you. But she could have certainly influenced Bharat Chaturvédī if we were not vigilant enough.”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, immediately seconded Dashrath Bhārgav,
“Mr. President is right, son. The first lady of Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, Kaikéyī Mukherjī, does not deserve this honor. She has herself proved it now.”

I looked at Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, Dashrath Bhārgav and Kaikéyī Mukherjī, all the three present there with me.
I understood it very well that despite my continuous constant nonstop attempts, I could not replace Dashrath Bhārgav here as I had successfully in Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations.
Dashrath Chaturvédī helped me there unknowingly in amending the ever ancient time cycle of ending Trétā Yug.
But Dashrath Bhārgav here, in Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, was more prudent.
It was not easy to replace him.
Dashrath Bhārgav tried to save me here more prudently, even at his own cost.
The problem was his less knowledge and experiences that he could not help.
He was more prudent than Dashrath Chaturvédī.
Even his intensions were better.
But due to these better intensions themselves, he had, he never tried to protect himself.
He tried to protect me instead.
Even then, it was better Dashrath Bhārgav was not in panic or depression as my original body, projected from my Kashyap body was in the ending Trétā Yug.
“Dad, Ārý Sumant, I brought Justice Hémā Bhārgav back to Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations and successfully changed the time cycle there. Hémā Bhārgav helped me there successfully because President Dashrath Bhārgav was prudent enough to let his daughters study the time cycle of ending Trétā Yug.”
Dashrath Bhārgav smiled ruefully,
“No, my son, my son in law, it was not actually my prudence that helped you there. It was Padminī Bhārgav’s prudence instead that you always criticize as being a communal prudence.”
“Oh, come on, Dad, Mr. President, there are infinite Brahm Ayodhyā Creations now. The ever devotional traditional Brāhmañs are keeping the time cycle of ending Trétā Yug alive projecting it ever more everywhere than any other society.”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, interrupted,
“Pardon me, Vats Durgesh, you almost always blame us traditional Brāhmañs for keeping alive the projections of ending Trétā Yug in almost entire infinite Creations. But tell me one thing. Even if your theory is correct, aren’t our infinite Brāhmañ Creations better than the non Brāhmañ Creations, even if there is chaos here? Aren’t the non Brāhmañ Creations facing even worse chaos than we are? Yes, my childhood friend, President Dashrath Bhārgav couldn’t stop our first lady Kaikéyī Mukherjī from sending you in exile here, but he has successfully helped you here in attaining your Svarūpé Avasthānam, hasn’t he?”
“Of course, Dad, Prime Minister, Ārý Sumant, but is that enough?”*

Kaikéyī Mukherjī looked at Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, cunningly.
Ārý Sumant, you don’t need to answer Durgesh here. If you really want to answer him and discuss this ‘very important’ matter any further, please leave Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations with him too for as many days as it is necessary for you. Don’t worry, you can return to Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā whenever you want to. At present, I don’t want to listen to any more discussion between Durgesh and you.”
Dashrath Bhārgav whirled furiously at his Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī,
Sumant, my ever best childhood friend, can’t you see she is afraid of herself?”
“Afraid of herself, Mr. President?” Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, looked at Dashrath Bhārgav quite surprised.
“Sure, certainly, why not?” Dashrath Bhārgav said sarcastically, “Your first lady, Kaikéyī Mukherjī, knows very well that it’s not Rām Chaturvédī she had brought up here. He has attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam now.”
Svarūpé Avasthānam, hell,” Kaikéyī Mukherjī laughed smirking Dashrath Bhārgav, “You have simply kidnapped my son, Rām Chaturvédī, and Durgesh has taken his place. That’s why my husband Dashrath Chaturvédī was sent to Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations and you were brought here. What do you think, Kaikéyī Mukherjī was born yesterday? I want Durgesh in exile from Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, not because I want my son Bharat Chaturvédī to head Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, but because I want to destroy HVSI Creations’s conspiracy against us traditional Brāhmañ Creations.”

Dashrath Bhārgav knew very well who was to be exiled actually.
Durgesh was almost in every household of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
Entire infinite Brahm Ayodhyā Creations were not out of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
If Kaikéyī Mukherjī really wanted to exile Durgesh from Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, it served no purpose at all.
Durgesh was still there in almost every household.
So what was actually Kaikéyī Mukherjī after?
Did she really believe in what she claimed?
She really believed Rām Chaturvédī hadn’t attained any Svarūpé Avasthānam?
There wasn’t any Svarūpé Avasthānam at all?
It was only some ingenious political strategy of the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās?
But even Pātanjal Yogdarshanam talks of Svarūpé Avasthānam.
Dashrath Bhārgav married his daughter Sītā Bhārgav with Rām Chaturvédī.
If Rām Chaturvédī is really kidnapped, is his daughter now wife of Durgesh, instead of Rām Chaturvédī?
Dashrath Bhārgav knows very well he hasn’t kidnapped Rām Chaturvédī.
How the hell can he?

Kaushalyā Bhārgav was stunned.
“What? Kaikéyī Mukherjī has asked for your exile from Dashrath Bhārgav, for fourteen years? But how can she?”
“I damn care, Mātr’shrī.” I said in my Rām Chaturvédī body, “I am going.”
“Rām, it’s not Trétā Yug now. Neither you are Lord Rām.”

Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi entered there smiling,
“He was himself Lord Rām, mātéshvarī,”
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said somewhat exasperated, “It was only a political strategy our Jan Pravād Vibhāg, our rumors section spread everywhere prudently to take advantage of it and you know it. You are yourself not born in any non-political family.”
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav smiled ironically,
Svarñ Lankéshvar Brahm Samrāŧ Rāvañ Paulastý Bhārgav? He had abandoned me, mātéshvarī.”
“Forget it, Putrī, daughter in law,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said, “Brother Svarñ Lankéshvar Brahm Samrāŧ Rāvañ Paulastý Bhārgav has declared now that it was only his political strategy then, to get rid of some political problems he was facing then.”
“Mātéshvarī,” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav smiled ironically, “I have come here to take you with us.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav was surprised immensely,
“Where, Sītā?”
“Wherever Durgesh is going in his Rām Chaturvédī body.”
Sītā, I can’t leave Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā, and you know it.”
“No, I don’t know,” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav said doggedly, stubbornly, “will you please tell me kindly, mother, why the hell can’t you leave this bloody wretched Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā? What the hell is here for you? You are not even first lady here.”
I looked at Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav.
In her original physical body we were in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
It was her projected etheric body.*

Laxmañ Chaturvédī was doggedly against it,
“No, Bhaiyā, we won’t leave. We have to destroy, to amend this bloody wretched time cycle.”
“I never told you to leave your fatherland, Laxmañ,” I smiled.
“You know me better, Brother, Bhrātr’shrī. I was never a nationalist, confined to my nation only. Of course, I love my nation, even more than the so called nationalists do. Who the damnfool says Vibhīshañ didn’t love Lankā? It’s only the ever unjust anti-Hindu anti-human interpretation of our ever human Hindu history.”
“Laxmañ,”
“The ever anti human nationalists that always want to spread their legs out of their own confined nation, and want to attack other nations inhumanly, use this disguise to fulfill their own dirty wretched vested selfish interests.”
“I’m proud of you, Laxmañ.” I was overwhelmed, “Now, I believe your own Svarūpé Avasthānam has itself occurred, almost completely.”
“Well,” my younger brother in my Rām Chaturvédī body, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, hesitated somewhat, “I don’t think so, brother. I think the process is still continued.”
“You don’t think you are Laxmañ originally, even now?”
“No, brother. I think I’m Prakāsh instead, originally.”
“I see,” Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav looked at her Chaturvédī Brāhmañ husband, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, then she looked at me, “Bhaiyā, Brother, my theory is correct.”
“What?” Laxmañ Chaturvédī almost jumped, “I’m becoming Sarvochch Brahmarshi, Om Prakāsh? Brother, Bharat Chaturvédī is becoming Financial Administrator of HVSI Creations, Ved Prakāsh?”*

Mantharā Bhārgav was shrewd enough that she managed Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav not only to romance with me, but even make love to me, when she was not married to Laxmañ Chaturvédī.
It was in my original Durgesh body.
I never knew then that I was Rām Chaturvédī too, originally, Laxmañ Chaturvédī was Prakāsh originally and Bharat Chaturvédī was Ved Prakāsh originally.
I didn’t only love Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav but we even made love with each other.
Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, naturally revolted when her father, Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, informed her to marry with Laxmañ Chaturvédī.
“What the hell, Dad, Pitr’shrī, how can I? You know I love Durgesh, he is my boyfriend. Yet you…”
“Well, I told President Dashrath Chaturvédī,” President Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, Sankāshý Bhārgav Creations smiled, “He is thorough gentleman. Neither President Dashrath Chaturvédī, nor his ever righteous son, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, has any objection. They understand it’s normal nowadays that…”
“Well, I have objection and it’s not normal for me.” Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav interrupted her father, furiously.
President Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, Sankāshý Bhārgav Creations, smiled patiently.
He knew it was not an easy task.
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi decided too late.
She wasn’t as modern as to have any boyfriend, but his daughters, Māndavī Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav and Shrutkīrti Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav never lived in Trétā Yug, as Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav did.
She imitated almost everything Brahm Jagdambā Sītā Rāvañi Paulastý did.
Māndavī Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, and Shrutkīrti Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, all the three were my own girlfriends in my original Durgesh body and we had sex also.
All the four of us.*

Not only Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, but even Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav and Laxmañ Chaturvédī marveled at the inside of the unique spaceship especially designed for me only.
There were similar spaceships that were especially designed for, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh, Udaý and Shlésh.
The ships were named ‘Sarvochch Brahmarshi’, ‘Arth Prashāsak’, ‘Brahmarshi 3’ and ‘Brahmarshi 4’.
Only the man, the ship was especially designed for, could pilot it, none else.
The Spaceship was not new however to anyone of us.
Even Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, had traveled in it with me and his numerous Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Brahm Jagdambā daughters.
However, these Spaceships needed seven ashvinātam pairs too, one ashvinātar pair and at least two normal ashvinā pairs more.
These ten pairs supplied these Spaceships the required Bio Electricity duly converted into EV diamagnetic force.
The utilization of space was ingenious.
Padminī Bhārgav had asked.
“Can’t even HVSI design such a Spaceship without any necessity of ashvinātam pairs?”
I had laughed,
“Ask or suggest it to Prakāsh. I never interfere with production in any manner whatsoever. The communists did it irrevocably erroneously and lost their administrative powers within 72 years only. I never want to repeat what the damnfools did.

Chapter 17
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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: 8

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

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Sītā Bhārgav

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.
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?

Chapter 9
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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