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It's A Man's World Ch. 01

By: sahebji



My name is Aditi, except my daddy everyone else calls me Adi. I am nine months pregnant. The doctors say that I will deliver my boy any day. Yes I know... they told me it is a boy. 

Damn this pregnancy, I am convinced that it will kill me. I became so huge that everyone said I was going to have twins but the doctors established that it was only a boy thank God for that. 

A month back I had some spotting and was rushed to the hospital. After ten days the doctors sent me home, though I was still feeling miserable, to die. They insisted that I am okay and advised me complete bed rest. You know how these doctors are nowadays you can't believe them anymore. 

Let me tell you something in confidence, they prefer that their patients die at home rather than in the hospital because nobody would know that they have lost a patient or two. This is how they maintain their reputation. 

Omigosh! I am bored to death. I have no one to keep me company except for the idiot box and this computer. Even the stupid cable guy is conspiring against me. He has stopped showing the programs I like. Probably he also knows that I am going to die. I have four maids but now when I need them they are not here.

Ouch! The little rascal is kicking me. Akaash (I have already named him. Akaash means sky. I hope you like the name? If not who cares) is impatient to see the world and why not after all it is a man's world. He would in all probability want to meet his parents also. This is where my problem starts because I myself don't know who his real father is. 

No, no it is not what you are thinking. I am happily married and have been since over a year. When I conceived him four virile young men, including my husband, were fucking me day and night for two weeks. Confusing isn't it? 

Before my end comes let me try and explain how all this came about. Perry Mason always advises his clients that the best way to narrate a story is to start from the beginning but I am not going to do that just because some stupid lawyer said so. 

Let me tell you what I will do. I will begin from a year after, then go back to the beginning and then proceed from where I left off. Got it? I suppose not. Let me explain...omigosh even I find it confusing.

Best is, I start writing; you just sit back and try to make some sense out of it. Agreed?

Good! Tighten your seat belt; we are ready to take off. 

Few years ago on a cold January afternoon Sarita and I were sitting in my room. She was checking her e-mail and I was glancing through a fashion magazine. 

Sarit and I loved surfing. Together we surfed the net for hours. We loved visiting pornographic sites specially the ones that showed naked men. We looked at the huge cocks and discussed as to how it would feel to have one of those big ones up our cunts. 

We also frequented many chat rooms. Chatting with people using false identities. To get cheap thrills we enjoyed using vulgar words, which we couldn't do in our daily life. We also got in the habit of using these words when we were alone. 

Sarit was a member of many sites, which posted erotic stories. Some of them even sent them in her mail. We would read the erotic stories together, get horny and masturbate like hell. 

'Adi come let us surf the net' Sarit asked me. 

'You go ahead I am not in the mood' I replied, 'besides I must return this magazine to the library later this evening'. 

'Okay if that is what you want' Sarit replied making a face.

This is how it happened that she was checking her mail and I was reading a magazine. 

'Adi have you read this story?' Sarit asked me. 

'No what is it about?' I asked absentmindedly. 

'It is about a young girl who was deflowered by her jija (Brother - sister's husband)' Sarit giggled. 

'Hmm' I responded without looking up from my magazine. 

'Look, here is a story written by a boy about how he fucked his sister's best friend on Holi' she said.

(Holi is an important Hindu festival. In the west Holi is better known as the Festival of Colors. On Holi people visit friends and relatives, put dry color and colored water on each other. It is celebrated in spring each year. Many believe it heralds the onset of summer)' 

'So' I replied still engrossed in my magazine. 

'Adi you are not paying attention' she said snatching the magazine. 

'Of course I am listening to you' I replied retrieving my magazine. 

'Okay tell me what I said?' she asked. The truth was that I had not heard a word. Sarit's favorite topics were boys and sex so I took an educated guess. 

'You said something about a boy fucking a girl' I replied hoping to score a bull's eye. 

'No I did not' she complained, 'I told you, 'you were not listening'. 

'Sorry Sarit tell me again' I said closing the magazine, 'I'm all ears'. She repeated what she had said. 

'Why are you telling me all this?' I asked puzzled. 

'Kyonki meri pyaari Adi teri choot bhi tau tere jiju ne Holi a mauke pe phardi thi (Because, my dear Adi, your jiju (Jija = jiju = sister's husband) also deflowered you on the occasion of Holi' she said giggling. 

'Why this sudden interest in what jiju and I did last Holi' I inquired raising one eyebrow. 

'Don't you understand your story has both the ingredients first saali (wife's sister) -jija angle and the festival of Holi. You should also write your story and post it on the net' Sarit suggested. 

'Hai nahin! Main sharam se mar jauingi (Omigosh no! I will die of shame)' I replied blushing. 

'There is nothing to be embarrassed about. No one will know who you are' she replied then sitting up straight in her chair, pointing her big twin peaks at me added in her best pucca sahib accent, 'net is anonymous you know'. 

'Lagta hai tu pagal ho gayi hai (It seems you have gone mad)' I replied laughing. 

'Nahin main pagal nahin hoon (No I am not insane). Just think about it' she said then changing the subject added, 'I hear jiju is coming for a visit on this Holi also'. 

'Oh yes he is coming' I sighed. 

'How does it feel?' she asked. 

'Jiju ke aane ke baare main soch soch kar mere dil main kuch kuch hota hai (Just thinking about jiju's visit makes my heart go pitter patter)' I replied truthfully. 

'Arre pagali main tere dil ke baare main nahin poonch rahi hoon, bata teri pyari choot ka kya haal hai (Stupid girl I am not asking about your heart, tell me how does your dear cunt feel)' she giggled poking my crotch with her finger. 

'Oh meri choot ka bura haal hai? Jab se suna hai jiju aa rahain hain, woh nadi ki terah beh rahi hai rukne ka naam hi nahin leti (Oh my cunt is in a terrible state? Since I have heard about jiju's coming it is flowing like a river. It would just not stop)' I giggled. 

'Don't worry jiju will put a cork in it and stop the flow' she laughed. 

'I hope so. I am looking forward to it' I sighed clasping the magazine to my breasts. 

'Sarit I have heard that your jijaji is also visiting you folks this Holi. My advice is that you let him plug your cunt. You will love it' I suggested grinning. 

'Na baba na main jaissi hoon achchi hoon (No thanks I am fine as I am)' she replied, 'waisse bhi mere jijaji aisse nahin hain. Woh ek gentleman hain aur mujhe ek lady ki terah treat karte hain (Anyway my jijaji is not like that. He is a gentleman and treats me like a lady)'. 

'You mean to say that your jijaji is a gentleman and my jiju is a rogue?' I retorted throwing the magazine at her. 

'Remember you said it, I didn't' she laughed ducking my missile, 'Sorry Adi I must run, I promised to help mama clean the store today'. 

'Achcha mera jiju badmash hai? Main tujhe dikhati hoon (So my jiju is a rogue? I will show you)' I muttered to myself after Sarit had left, 'agar maine iss Holi per teri choot main tere gentleman jijaji se daat nahin lagwayi tau mera naam Aditi nahin (if, on this Holi. I don't get your cunt plugged by your gentleman jijaji then my name is not Aditi)'.

Frankly I had no intention of telling you in detail about jiju and me but now that Sarit has blown the whistle I might as well tell you how it happened. But before proceeding any further let me give you some background about our families and us for better understanding. 

Sarita is my best friend. We grew up together. There are no secrets between us. We confide everything in each other including our most personal things. We are so close that many a times we take a shower together, kissing, hugging and touching each other. No we have no lesbian tendencies but do it just for fun. Sarit is a couple of months younger to me. Our thinking, tastes and reaction to most issues is about the same except that in a tense situation Sarit gets nervous very quickly. Another difference is our looks.

Sarit is 5' 6" tall, fair and slim with short bobbed hair. She is pretty but not a head turner. You can't say this about her boobs. They have turned many a heads. Omigosh, they are big. Sorry big is not the right word: they are huge, like two mini Mount Everest peaks. I always tease her by saying, 'Sarit be sure to marry a mountain climber. An ordinary man will never be able to climb on top of you on your wedding night and you will remain a virgin all your life'. 

In contrast I, Aditi am no taller than 5' 3", with wheatish complexion, slim and have long black hair. My boobs are small. When I tease Sarit about the size of her boobs she retaliates by calling my boobs miserable looking pimples or mosquito bites. 

Another fact that brought us so close to each other was that our fathers are also great friends. They had been class fellows in school and college. In other words they did all things that boys do together. After their education they started their own businesses. They invested in land in the same colony and built their houses around the same time. I would not be surprised if the architect and the contractor were also the same. Sarit's house is about seven minutes walk away from mine. 

We are five members in my family, my parents Ravi and Seema Razdan, my elder sister Madhu, my thirteen-year-old younger brother Hemant (Hemu) and I. Our two-storied house is built on a 500 sq. yard plot. Drawing room, dining room, kitchen and a guest room along with stores etc. are situated on the ground floor and three bedrooms with attached bathroom, one for the parents, one for us sisters and one for Hemu, are on the first floor. 

About five years ago my father developed some problem in his knees, making it difficult for him to climb stairs. As a result my parents shifted to the guestroom on the ground floor and we three children enjoyed the luxury of not having to share a room. 

Sarit's father being more affluent constructed a palatial house on a 1000 sq. yard plot. There are only four members in Sarit's family, her parents Romesh and Lila Singh, an elder sister, Rashmi and her. 

Three years ago my sister Madhu married Mohan. Four months later Rashmi also got married to Abhishek (Abhi). Like Sarit and me both Madhu didi (Didi= respectful term used to address an elder sister) and Rashmi didi were of nearly the same age, class fellows and great friends. 

Are you guys still with me? Please raise your hand if something is not clear. No hands! Good now let me get on with the story. In case I have forgotten something I shall elaborate during the flight. 

Two days before last Holi jiju and Madhu didi came to visit us and moved into Madhu didi's room on the first floor. Didi was seven months pregnant. Their plan was that after spending his one-month vacation jiju would return leaving didi behind for the delivery and return three months later to take her and the baby home. 

It was a special Holi. No, no not because what happened between jiju and me but because daddy was the president of the "Residents Welfare Society" of our colony. Elaborate arrangements had been made as many guests were expected. Several tubs were rented and filled with water of different colors. A halwayi (a person who specializes in cooking sweets and snacks) was hired to prepare sweets and other snacks. Our servant, Bhola was in charge of making thandayi and bhang. 

(The Concise Oxford Dictionary defines Bhang as an Indian hemp used as narcotic and intoxicant. It can be smoked, chewed, eaten and drunk). 

NOTE: Traditionally bhang mixed in thandayi is served on Holi. Some people go to the extent of mixing bhang in sweets and other snacks also. Thandayi, a cooling drink, is made of grounded dry fruits predominantly almonds, herbs and select spices blended with cold milk or water. 

It was a fine sunny day. The sun was shining bright in the sky. It was not hot but warm enough to make playing with water a pleasure. We all assembled in the lawn of the house. After greeting each other and rubbing dry color on each other the elders including didi sat in the verandah while Hemu, jiju and I waited for the revelers to arrive. Hemu started the ball rolling by shooting a jet of colored water from his 'pichkari' (a large syringe like contraption) on jiju. 

'Wait you young scoundrel' jiju said and ran after him. Catching him jiju dumped him in a tub full of colored water. 

'Jiju what about didi?' Hemu suggested with a naughty smile as he climbed out of the tub. I tried to escape them but jiju was faster. Effortlessly he picked me up in his arms and dunked me in the tub. When I stepped out of the tub my drenched clothes were sticking to my body revealing it's each curve and bulge. As I was squeezing the excess water from my wet clothes I noticed jiju staring at me with a strange gleam in his eyes. 

I forgot all about it as group of visitors arrived. The elders moved to greet my parents while the younger crowd joined us. I noticed that each time the revelers came, jiju concentrated more on me rather on them. Many a times I felt his hand squeezing my boobs and his hard cock pressing against my butt. At first I ignored it thinking that it was unintentional but when this happened again and again, I realized that jiju was doing it on purpose. 

'Jiju stop it' I said when it happened the next time. Jiju just laughed. When he squeezed my tits again I said, 'Jiju please stop it otherwise I will tell mummy'. 

'Stop what?' he laughed. 

'Mere mamme dabane bund karo (Stop squeezing my boobs)' I replied looking him in the eyes. 

'Main tere mamme kahan daba raha hoon main tau sirf ek hee mamma daba raha hoon kyonki tu mere adhi gharwali hai (I am not squeezing your boobs. I am pressing only one of them because you are my half wife only)' he replied. 

Reflecting briefly, I realized that what he had said was right he had manhandled the same breast each time. 

'Ek mamma ya do mujhe pasand nahin hai iss liye aur mat kijiye (One boob or both I don't like it so please stop)' I told him. 

'No I will not I am only exercising my right' he replied. 

'Kaun sa huq? Aap ko ye huq kissne diya (What right? Who gave you this right?)' I asked getting annoyed. 

'Your parents. Remember you are my saali (wife's sister). They say that saali aadhi gharwali (Literally translated it means: Wife's sister is husband's half wife). I am only following their diktat' he replied with a grin. 

'Main aadhi gharwali ke chukker ko nahin maanti iss liye please aur mat kijiye (I don't subscribe to this "half wife" stuff so please stop)' I told him. 

Revelers kept coming and going. Jiju did not desist. Whenever he got a chance he continued to squeeze my boob and press his hardness against my ass. 

'The only way to make him stop was to make a scene' I thought, 'but it was not in didi's interest, she being seven months pregnant'. I therefore decided to ignore his childish game. Another reason was that I did not find his touch unpleasant. 

Sarit and her parents arrived followed by a large group. We got busy playing Holi with them and entertaining them. Jiju continued to exercise his so-called "right". As the crowd thinned Sarit took me aside. 

'Adi I see you are having a great time with your jiju' she giggled. 

'You saw what he is doing?' I asked grimacing, 'I have asked him to stop but he says it his "right" because I am his saali, aadhi gharwali (sister, half wife)'. 

'Why don't you tell auntie or better just scream murder when he does it the next time' Sarit suggested. 

'I thought of it but it might have an adverse effect on didi. Her health is more important to me' I replied, 'so I have decided to ignore his innocent game'. I did not tell her that I enjoyed his touch and his hard on pressing against my ass made my choot wet. 

'Dhyan rakhna kahin woh khel khel main tujhe aadhi se poori gharwali na bana le (Be careful that in this little game from his half wife you become his full wife' Sarit laughed. 

'No way' I replied, 'you think I am stupid'. 

'Who knows?' Sarit giggled. 

Before I could give her a befitting reply more guests arrived and I got busy looking after them. In the meanwhile Sarit left with her parents. After couple of hours jiju and I sat down to relax. 

'I am thirsty' I said, 'I am going to have some thandayi. Will you join me?'. 

'Yes' jiju replied and shouted, 'HEMU'. 

Hemu adored his jiju actually we all did, and came running. 'Yes jiju' he panted. 

'Hemu please ask Bhola to bring us a glass of thandayi' jiju said then turning to me asked, 'I am going to try some bhang what about you?' 

'No thanks I will stick to plain thandayi' I replied, 'Hemu one glass with bhang for jiju and the other without bhang for me'. 

'Yes didi' Hemu replied. 

With jiju playing his little games I was suspicious and just to make sure that Hemu had understood the instructions correctly I made him to repeat them. Couple of minutes later he returned with two glasses. 'Bhola has had too much bhang, so I have brought them' he said. 

'One without bhang for didi and one with bhang for jiju' he said handing the respective glasses to us. I was so thirsty that I nearly downed the whole glass in one gulp. 

'Adi more guests have come' jiju said getting up. 

'I'll just join you' I replied and draining the glass ran after him. 

'Omigosh I am thirsty' I said after seeing the new guests off, 'jiju will you like another glass?' 

'Yes thank you I will' he replied finishing his glass. 'Hemu please one more round of the same' I requested my brother. 

'Hemu tell Bhola to put some more bhang in my glass. I could hardly taste it in the first one' jiju told Hemu. 

Just then mummy arrived on the scene. 'Adi it is getting late and we are going to get ready. Mohanji (Mohan = jiju's name and ji added for respect. Sons in a Hindu family are highly respected) and you can look after the guests though I doubt if any more will come. Hemu you also go and have your bath' mummy said pulling a protesting Hemu, who was giving us our drink, behind her. 

Jiju and I finished our second glass. While we were seeing off some visitors' mummy shouted from the verandah, 'Adi we are ready now you and Mohanji also go and have your bath'. 

'One minute' Jiju said and picking me up dumped me in a tub half full of colored water and started to knead my tit with one hand and rub me between my legs with the other. I struggled and shouted for help. 

My mother heard me but had no inkling as to what jiju was up to. She watched us from the verandah with an indulgent smile on her lips thinking I was shouting because jiju had dumped me in the tub. He, being stronger than me, continued with his evil intentions. 

After five minutes jiju released me. 'Jiju you are a very, very bad man' I told him wringing the excess water from my clothes. 

'Adi let us get ready now' he said laughing. 

When we reached the stairs my legs suddenly felt weak and I nearly fell. 

'Careful' jiju said putting his arm round me to support me. His hand cupped my boob. He continued to press my boob while helping me up the stairs. 


It's A Man's World Ch. 01



'Please jiju no more' I pleaded but he paid no heed to my plea. I tried to struggle but felt too weak and groggy. Slowly we went up the stairs to my room. 

'I can manage now you go' I told jiju shaking my head vigorously trying to clear the cobwebs in it. He removed his arm but my legs buckled. 

'Let me help you' jiju said catching me and led me into the bathroom. 

Once inside he suddenly embraced me, crushing my body against his. Chucking me under the chin he raised my face and started to kiss me passionately. I could feel his hardness pushing against my belly. Then he started to rub my cunt from above my salwar (the lower part of the dress salwar kameez). I tried to free myself but I was too weak to make any impact. 

He then put his hand inside my salwar and caressed my naked choot. I intensified my effort to get free. In the ensuing struggle the string holding up my salwar broke and it slid down to my knees. His hand now had unhindered access to my cunt. He ran his fingers up and down in between my lower lips. 

'Oh jiju please don't' I moaned. Jiju picked me up and carried me to my bed. Laying me down he disentangled the salwar hanging from one leg and dropping his pants lay on top off me. Luckily I still I had enough sense to close my thighs tightly. This did not deter him. He rubbed his hard cock in between my now wet slit. 

'Oh it feels so good' I moaned. Involuntarily my legs relaxed and separated slightly. Seizing this opportunity Jiju pushing his knees in between them spread them wide and putting his mouth on mine pushed forward. I felt a stab of pain cut through my body as his hard cock entered me. His lips on mine muffled my scream of pain. For a moment he relaxed. Sarit's words were still echoing in my head. 

Instead of shouting for help or asking him to let me go I said looking him in the eye, 'Ab aapne mujhe aadhi se poori gharwali bana hee liya (Now from half wife you have made me your full wife)' I said. 

'Abhi nahin abhi tau aadha hee gaya hai (Not yet it is only half in)' he smiled and pushed again. I felt his cock slide deeper inside me. Jiju started to move his cock in and out of me. 

'Jiju please don't' I protested but he was past listening. Even my befuddled mind knew what we were doing was wrong but my body wanted more. Jiju's cock felt so good. I had never experienced such wonderful sensation before. With each stroke the feeling got more and more intense. I lay moaning, 'Oh jiju' 'Oh jiju'. 

Jiju was moving much faster now. I was fast approaching an orgasm. 'OH JIJU GO ON. PLEASE DON'T STOP' I shouted. My mind was willing him to go on and on. My body arched. I was nearly there but suddenly jiju withdrew his cock. The first spurt of his cum hit me on my chin the second fell on my stomach and the rest collected in a heap on my pubic hair. 

'Oh jiju nikaal kyon liya (Oh jiju why did you withdraw?)' I moaned disappointed.

'I had to otherwise there was danger of your getting pregnant' he said gently kissing me, 'don't worry when we do it the next time we both will have our full pleasure'. 

I was so engrossed in enjoying the new sensation that I had completely forgotten about the consequences. I thanked God that at least jiju had the sense to be careful. 

'Adi it is late. Get up and get ready' he said pulling on his pants. Then kissing me lightly on my lips left. 

I don't know how long I lay on the bed thinking what I should do. Didi's marriage and happiness were at stake. What if didi loses her baby on hearing what jiju has done to me? No, no the thought in it self was so frightening that I could never let that happen. 

Slowly I dragged myself out of the bed. The cold shower did me a world of good. As I stood under the shower I tried to recall what jiju had said. Ah yes, it was something about having our full pleasure when we do it the next time. 'That is what you think. There is going to be no next time' I muttered to myself smiling sardonically. 

Half an hour later when I went down the family was eating lunch and discussing something loudly. Seeing me approach the conversation ceased and everyone stared at me. 

'There she is' Madhu didi laughed.

'How are you feeling? Are you all right?' Mummy asked concerned. 

Why is she asking me this? Why are they all staring at me like this? Do they know or have they guessed? These were the few questions that went through my guilt-ridden mind. 'I am sure jiju is not stupid enough to have told them' I thought. 

Blushing I shot back, 'What should be wrong with me?' 

'Aditi we are asking you this because it was your first time' daddy said gently. 

'My first time? Omigosh they know' I panicked, 'jiju has told them everything'. 

'It was not my fault he...' I started to explain but jiju intervened retrieving the situation, 'Adi Mummy is asking you this because it was the first time that you had bhang to drink'. 

'Bhang to drink! I did not drink bhang. Why are they...? Oh I see Hemu had given me bhang with the thandayi? So this explains everything. That is the reason why I felt so woozy and weak' I thought and made a mental note to kill the little rascal. 

'Oh you want know about bhang' I laughed nervously much relieved. 

'What else?' didi asked looking confused. 

'Oh nothing. Just a little confused otherwise I am fine' I replied sitting down then glaring at Hemu added, 'but I have a bone to pick with this little rascal'. 

'Mummy please tell her it was not my fault' Hemu wailed appealing for help. 

'He is right it was not his fault' mummy said coming to his defense, 'you know how Bhola lisps and on top of that he had had too much bhang. Hemu misunderstood him and gave you the glass with bhang in it'. 

'Hemu how could you misunderstand such a simple thing? Did you also drink bhang like Bhola?' I asked. 

'No I did not touch the stuff. Didi I am sorry it was really an honest mistake. I told Bhola what you had said. Giving me a glass Bhola lisped deh glath dida te diye aur deh glath didu de diye (Dith glassh thor dida and dith thor didu)' Hemu said mimicking Bhola, 'I thought by didu he meant jiju but the glass was meant for you'. 

'You stupid fellow do you realize that your honest mistake has cost me my virginity' I thought wryly. 

Soon everyone lost interest in my plight and the table buzzed with conversation. They tried to involve me in it but I excused myself by saying I was still a bit disoriented. The truth was that I was so ashamed that I could not see anyone in the eye but what surprised me was that jiju talked and laughed as if nothing had happened and deflowering an unsuspecting virgin was part of his daily routine.

I don't know how I went through the whole day but after dinner I excused myself saying that I was tired and wanted to go to sleep early. 

In my room I changed into my nightie and hit the sack. I was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. 

In the middle of the night I suddenly woke up. Somebody was caressing and kissing me between my legs. 'HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' I shouted unable to comprehend what was happening as my mind was still drugged with sleep. 

'Shh not so loud. It is I, your jiju' jiju replied.

'Yes who else' I said sarcastically pressing my thighs tightly together, my mind was clearer now, 'stop at once'. He was right there was no need to shout and collect the whole household bringing the events of the morning out in the open. Instead of stopping he recommenced to lick my choot. 

'Jiju stop I don't like it' I hissed, 'stop immediately'. But he continued. I tried getting angry when that did not succeed I begged him to stop. More I protested harder he licked my choot. I wriggled and twisted in order to dislodge him but he held me tightly and his mouth stuck to my cunt like a leach. I was at my wits end. 

Then I got an idea. I caught his hair and tried to pull his mouth off my choot with force. With one hand he held me down on the bed and with the other caught my hand reducing the pain I was causing. I pulled his hair with all my strength but his mouth remained glued to my choot. 

Gradually the good feeling started to spread in my body. 'Jiju please let me go' I moaned. My body tingled with a new sensation. My hips started to move. My grip on his hair relaxed. Instead of pulling his hair I pressed his head to my choot. 

'Oh jiju it feels soooo goooood' I moaned.

The sensation got more and more intense. I was rapidly approaching an orgasm. Involuntarily my thighs separated. My body arched pressing my choot against his mouth. 'Jiju don't stop. Go on' I moaned. 

Sensing that I was about to come he stopped and got in between my legs. With one deft stroke he pushed his cock deep into my wet choot and commenced to move it in and out. After a minute or so I came with a loud moan, 'OHHH JIJU'. 

Without missing a stroke he continued to fuck me. The good feeling returned. 'HAAN JIJU HAAN. MUJHE AUR ZOR SE CHODO (YES JIJU YES. FUCK ME HARDER)' I shouted. 

He immediately put his mouth on mine muffling my further screams of pleasure. 'Not so loud my darling somebody might hear you' he warned in a whisper. 

'Sorry jiju I could not help it' I moaned softly, 'it feels so great'. 

Undeterred he continued. His strokes got faster and harder, soon I was again ready to cum again. My hips were moving in rhythm of his strokes. 'Oh jiju! Oh jiju I am commmmmiiinnng agaaaaainnnn' I shouted as softly as I could and fell back gasping for breath. Suddenly with a loud grunt he came. His strokes became slower and slower till he stopped completely and lay panting on me. 

Our lips drew to each other. After a long kiss he slid off me. 'Adi it was wonderful' he panted, 'did you enjoy it too?' 

'Enjoy it? It was just heavenly. I have never had such an intense orgasm before' I replied kissing him, 'but why did you cum inside me? What if I get...?'. 

'Don't worry there is no danger. I am wearing a condom' he assured me caressing my tits. 

For a long time we lay without talking savoring the sensations we had just enjoyed. There was something bothering me. I had to know the truth. 

'Jiju' I said nudging him with my elbow. 

'Hmmm what is it?' he replied. 

'Jiju tell me did you bribe Hemu to give me bhang so that you could fuck me' I asked. 

'No I had nothing to do with it' he replied, 'I think it was a genuine mistake as Hemu explained'. 

'Then you must have come here with the intention of popping my cherry' I asked. 

'Actually no' he replied, 'today being Holi, I decided to have some innocent fun with you...'

'Innocent fun my foot' I said sarcastically interrupting him, 'you call squeezing my tits and rubbing my choot?'

'Well it may not be exactly innocent' he laughed, 'but it was fun at least for me'. 

'What happened then?' I pressed grimacing. 

'Believe me Adi when I escorted you to your room I had no intention of taking advantage of you' he clarified. 

'Then why did you do it?' I said with tears welling up in my eyes. 

'But when we were in the bathroom the vision of you standing drenched with your clothes sticking to you revealing all the nooks and curves of your body floated before my eyes. Suddenly something snapped in my mind and I lost control' he explained, 'with the result that we landed in bed and the deed was done'. 

'I don't believe you lost control' I countered, 'you are normally so... what shall I say, so cool and collected'. 

'Well may be the condition of your sister had something to do with it' he replied. I was now angry. 

'Don't you dare bring Madhu didi into it' I retorted angrily. 

'Easy Adi no need to get excited let me explain' jiju said trying to pacify me. 

'Because of your sister's condition I have not had sex with her for over two months. Though she did help me in other ways but they are no substitute for the real thing' he said continuing with his explanation, 'I was already feeling horny and this coupled with the alluring sight of your clothes sticking to your curves made me lose control'. 

'He may be right' I thought calming down but aloud I said, 'what other means?' 

'I will tell you later' he laughed, 'tell me Adi are you very angry with me?' 

'In the morning I was livid but now I am happy that it happened' I replied covering my face with my hands in embarrassment though it was pitch dark in the room. 

'Thank God' he sighed, 'shall we do it again?' 

'Yes! Yes! I thought you would never ask' I giggled and turned on my back. 

'Give me a minute' he said and went to the bathroom. I could hear the water running through the half open door. Few minutes later he emerged, leaving the door open and the lights on. He sat down next to me on the bed. In the dim light that now flooded the room I could see his erect cock sheathed in a condom. 

'What did you do in the bathroom?' I asked out of curiosity. 

'To be on the safe side I washed my cock to remove all traces of my semen and wore a fresh condom' he replied pointing to his erection. 

'Thank you jiju' I said softly, 'you think of everything'. 

'We wouldn't like to get our little Adi getting pregnant would we?' he laughed and added, 'Adi take off your nightie'. 

'No please don't make me naked' I protested, 'I feel shy'. 

'No you must' he insisted, 'I want to see your sexy body'. 

'He does think of everything' I thought, 'this is the reason he left the stupid lights on'. 

Despite my protest he pulled off my nightie in a trice. 'Oh Adi you are beautiful' he said whistling silently. I liked what he said and grinned happily. 

He caressed my hard tits and gently tweaked my erect nipples. 

'Oh jiju ' I moaned with pleasure. 

He then kissed and sucked my tits. 

'Oh jiju der mat karo mujhe chodo (Oh jiju don't delay fuck me)' I moaned louder than before. 

But jiju continued to kiss my boobs and slowly kissed his way down to my choot. 

'Yes jiju lick my choot I love it' I moaned spreading my legs wide. He commenced to eat my pussy. 

After few minutes I could not control myself. I caught him by the hair and pulling him upwards pleaded urgently, 'Oh jiju I can't take it any more. Just put your big cock inside me and fuck me silly'. 

Jiju got on top me and shoved his cock inside me. 'AHHHH' I moaned with satisfaction. 

He started to stroke my choot with long slow strokes. 'Darling if you pull my hair each time I eat your pussy then soon I will have no hair left' he laughed softly without missing a stroke. 

'I am sorry I will never do it again' I panted. 

After few minutes of in and out movement of his cock I could not control myself and shouted, 'OH JIJU BAHUT ACHCHA LAG RAHA HAI. HAAN AUR CHODO. ZOR ZOR SE CHODO (OH JIJU IT FEELS SO GOOD. GO ON FUCK ME HARDER AND FASTER)'. 

He started to hump me harder and faster. Each time I was about to come he placed his mouth on mine stifling my screams of pleasure. By the time he came again I had cum three times. 

'Oh jiju this time it was even better than before' I said gasping for breath and cuddled up to him. I don't recall when I dozed off in his arms. After an hour or so jiju woke me. 

'It is getting late I must return to my bed' he whispered kissing me. 

'No please not yet. Jaane se pahele mujhe ek baar aur chodo (Fuck me one more time before you leave)' I pleaded. 

'That's my girl' he said laughing softly and pushed his cock inside my cunt. After we had finished he dressed to leave. 

'I will come again tomorrow night' he promised. 

'I hope so otherwise I will tell didi everything' I threatened kissing him and squeezing his flaccid cock. 

During the day jiju behaved normally but I found it difficult to stop myself from grabbing him and kissing him. I could hardly wait for the night. It was midnight when he came. 

'Why have you come so late I have been waiting for you since ages?' I complained impatiently. 

'I had to make sure that your sister was asleep' he said, 'but now I am here let us not waste time and start'. 

That night and the following nights we fucked and fucked. Each night I waited impatiently for him. Many a times I fell asleep and he would wake me by gently eating my pussy. I enjoyed having my pussy licked so much that some nights I pretended to be asleep. 

On the fifteenth day the onset of my period took me by surprise. I was very worried because normally I am very regular and this time it had started ten days too early. That night when jiju came I expressed my misgivings. 

'Instead of complaining you should be happy' he laughed. 

'Yes I am happy but my period has started ten days too early' I said expressing concern, 'I hope nothing is wrong with me'. 

'There is nothing wrong with you' he replied, 'it is because in the last days you have gone through intense emotional experience. Don't worry everything is okay with you'. 

'I hope you are right' I said still doubtful, 'but the other problem is that we can't do anything for days'. 

'Yes we can' he said grinning. 

'You mean you are going to fuck me in this m...m...mess' I asked surprised. 

'Who said anything about fucking' he replied, 'you remember you wanted to know by what other means your didi satisfied me'. 

'Yes tell me' I asked innocently. 

'Mera laurda choos ke (By sucking my cock)' he replied. 

'K..K..Kya? Aap chahate hain ki main aapka laurda apne muh main loon (W...W...What? You want me to take your cock in my mouth?)' I asked incredulously. 

'Kyon nahin teri didi leti hai aur duniya ki hazaron aurtain leti hain (Yes why not your didi does it so do millions of other women in the world). Haven't you ever heard of a blowjob?' he said. 

'So this is meant by giving a man a blowjob' I thought. 'B...B...But I can't it is so...' I started to protest when jiju interrupted me. 

'Adi meri jaan agar main teri choot chaat sakta hoon tau tu mera lund bhi choos sakti hai (Adi my dear if I can lick your cunny then you can also easily suck my cock). It is only fair isn't it?' In a way he was right I thought but I was still not prepared to do it. 

'What happens when you cum?' I asked. 

'Kuch nahin usse sakat lena (Nothing just swallow my-cum)' he laughed. 

'Aap pagal tau nahin hogaye? (You must be mad?)' I said, 'if you expect me to swallow that gooey stuff'. 

'Listen sweetheart at your behest I eat your pussy and lick your juices and when I ask you to reciprocate you call me mad' he said calmly but firmly. 

Change of tactics was required. 'Oh jiju please don't make me do it' I pleaded. 

'All right if that is the way you feel I won't insist but don't ask me to eat your pussy again' jiju said. 

This was even worse. I loved having my choot licked. No way did I want him to stop doing that. Maybe there is another way out I thought. 

'All right jiju I will suck your cock if you promise not to cum inside my mouth' I said. 

'Sorry I must cum in your mouth otherwise it is no fun' he replied. 

'God what shall I do now?' I thought furiously. Suddenly a brilliant idea came to me. I will suck his cock but when he is about to cum take his cock out of my mouth and let it shoot its load in the air. 

'Okay jiju I will do as you say' I said agreeing to his demand, 'just guide me how'. 

'Good girl I knew you would see reason' jiju said, 'come kneel between my legs. Good now take my cock in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it and suck on it'. 

Under his directions I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck on it. After a few minutes jiju said, 'Suck Adi suck harder. You are doing great. Good move your mouth up and down as if my cock was fucking your mouth'. My head bobbed up and down. Jiju's cock went in and out of my mouth. 

Several minutes later I felt jiju's cock getting harder. The head swelled to even larger proportions, the length of his lund increased. Jiju moaned louder than before and pulled my head even closer to his hairy groin.




It's A Man's World Ch. 01



'Adi poore laurde ko muh main lene ki koshish kar (Adi try to take the whole cock inside your mouth)' jiju moaned. I tried to take more of his cock in my mouth but nearly gagged. I shook my head indicating that I can't take more. 

'That is all right just do your best' jiju said, 'keep fucking your mouth with my cock'. 

As the cock-in-mouth rhythm increased I was surprised that my choot got wet and I felt a pleasant sensation in it. 'Sucking a cock is not so bad after all' I thought. 

Suddenly jiju caught my head between the palms of his hands and moved his hips in fuck motion, moving his lund in and out of my mouth. His movement became faster. I sensed that he was about to cum and tried to pull my head back but could not as jiju held my head in an iron grip. I struggled to get free but could not. 

Suddenly with a loud grunt jiju jerked his hips forward pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. The quantity took me by surprise and in order not to choke I had to swallow. Then he spurted many more times in my mouth. This time I was ready and did not swallow but collected his cum in my mouth. 

'Adi swallow it' jiju said. No way was I going to swallow his gooey cum and shook my head as best as I could. 

He laughed softly and pinched my nose. 'Swallow it Adi' he said again. I shook my head but when I couldn't breathe I was compelled to swallow his gooey salty cum. 

'Good girl. Sorry I had to pinch your nose, I knew you would try to cheat' jiju laughed releasing my nose. 

After taking a few deep breaths I said, 'Jiju you are a very, very bad man'. 

'That I am but tell me how did you like the taste?' he said grinning. 

'Not bad but a little too salty for my liking' I replied truthfully after reflecting for some seconds. 

'This was exactly Madhu's reaction but the taste grows on you. She loves it now' jiju said.

Before he left I sucked his cock one more time. Jiju did not come the next two nights. On the third night I sucked him off twice. 'When will your choot be ready for fucking?' Jiju asked as he prepared to leave. 

'The flow has stopped I think we can fuck tomorrow night' I replied grinning. 

'Great see you tomorrow' he said kissing me and left. 

Thereafter he came every night and we fucked, sucked and sixty-nined. 

One afternoon we both were alone in the house. Daddy was at work as usual, mummy had taken didi to the doctor for a check up and the little rascal Hemu was out playing with his friends. 

'Let us go to your room' jiju said, 'I will show you something new'. 

Happily I led him to my room and after we had fucked once I asked, 'what did you want to show me?' 

'Get on your fours' jiju replied. 

'Why what will you do?' I asked. 

'Aaj main teri gaand maroonga (Today I will fuck you in your asshole)' jiju said calmly. I was shocked. I had never heard of such a thing. 

'Y..Y..You want to put that big thing of yours in my gaand?' I asked incredulously, 'the pain will kill me besides it is unnatural'. 

'No it won't. I will lubricate your asshole and my cock thoroughly with Vaseline. The pain of entry will be minimal' jiju said. 

'Less or more pain it is unnatural' I replied, 'I will never agree'. 

Jiju did not give up. He continued to badger me bringing forth many arguments like you will love it, your didi loves it, all couples do it etc. To put an end to all this I said, 'Jiju if you ever bring that big laurda of yours anywhere near my gaand then I will never speak to you'. 

'All right, Adi if you feel so strongly about it then let us forget about it' he said, 'come get on top of me and fuck me'. 

'That I will do' I giggled getting on top of him taking his erect laurda in my choot. As I was fucking him I felt his fingers pressing my asshole. I stopped moving. 

'Jiju what are your fingers doing near my gaand?' I asked. 

'Nothing my dear just exploring the region' he replied smiling, 'go on why have you stopped?' 

'Jiju remember what I told you' I replied and resuming the fuck motion. 

'Don't tell me you are scared of my fingers' he said pushing one finger inside my asshole and commenced to finger fuck my rectum. 

'JIJU' I screamed, 'STOP IT'. 

'Did it hurt?' he asked. 

'No but...' I replied honestly. 

'Then stop complaining' he replied interrupting me and shoving the second one in, 'you will like it'. He was right it did feel good. 

'Jiju you are the limit' I laughed. He continued to finger fuck my asshole till we finished. 

'Did you like my fingers fucking your asshole?' he asked. 

'I must admit it felt great' I replied honestly. 

'Just imagine the pleasure my lund could give you' he grinned. 

'You don't give up do you?' I said laughing, 'I am telling you for the last time I will never let you put that big thing inside my asshole'. 

We continued to meet every night till it was time for jiju to leave. I missed him terribly but it could not be helped. Four weeks later my didi was blessed with a little girl. Six weeks later jiju visited us again. After spending a week with us, during which we fucked every night, he took didi and Shashi, his darling daughter home. 

Alone again I devoted most of my time studying. Whenever I felt horny I fingered myself or forced Sarit to take a shower with me. I told Sarit about jiju and me. Time flew. In the month of October Rashmi didi gave birth to a baby boy. They named him Sunder but called him Sunny. Months passed. 

Then came the wintry afternoon when I promised myself to have Sarit's choot plugged by her gentleman jijaji. I thought and thought but could not come up with a plan to achieve my goal. Holi came so did didi and jiju but I still did not know what to do. I decided to consult jiju.

'Jiju main chahati hoon ki Sarit ki kori choot phardi jaye (jiju I would like to see Sarit deflowered)' I said to jiju. 

'No problem' he laughed, 'just tell me when and where I will be pleased to do it'. 

'Not you silly' I said slapping him playfully, 'I want her jijaji to pop her cherry'. 

'Lucky fellow' jiju replied laughing. 

'JIJU! Please be serious' I replied getting annoyed. 

'Okay sorry just joking' he said, 'I only want to see if those boobs of hers are for real' 

'I have seen them, they are real' I replied, 'jiju please help me'. 

'Okay what do you want me to do?' jiju asked.

'I need a plan' I replied, 'I have not been able to think of any'. 

'Let me give it a thought' he said. Later we discussed his suggestions. We rejected all of them because some were not practical and others required the use of force, which I did not want. 

On Holi morning I still did not have a plan. Sarit with her whole family including Rashmi didi and jijaji came to play Holi at our house. We all played Holi together. We ate and drank. Jiju and jijaji drank thandayi with bhang. Even I took some thandayi with bhang now that I had nothing to lose but Sarit was very careful. She did not consume anything including coca-cola. 

'She is careful' I thought, 'she does not want to go my way but what she doesn't know is that I have pledged to have her plugged and will get her in the end'. 

After an hour or so Madhu didi and Rashmi didi left to take care of their children. My parents and Sarit's parent were engrossed in some discussion. 

Jijaji and I sat on the verandah watching jiju and Sarit along with some other guests playing Holi. I could hear Sarit squealing as jiju squeezed her boobs. 

'Do you see what jiju is up to?' I asked jijaji. 

'Oh that he is just having some innocent fun' jijaji laughed. 

'Omigosh all men think alike' I thought but aloud I added, 'You don't mind after all she is your aadhi gharwali (half spouse)'. 

'No why should I?' jijaji said. 

'Kahin khel khel main jiju aapki saali ko apni poori gharwali na bana le? (Not that in this innocent fun jiju makes your half wife his full wife?)' I said stressing the words your and his. 

Jijaji looked at me strangely and then suddenly stood up. 'Now we can't let that happen can we?' jijaji said and pulling me by the hand added, 'come let us join them'. 

While I was being pulled to the scene of action I thought, 'Adi what a stupid thing to say. He suspects that something is on between jiju and you'. 

Jijaji joined the fun immediately. Poor Sarit she was in double trouble now. Instead of two hands now four hands sought her tits. 'Adi please help me' Sarit pleaded. 

'Hey guys that is no way to play Holi with a lady' I said, 'give her proper bath in the tub'. 

Sarit threw me a dirty look as four strong hands grabbed her and dumped her in a tub. Sarit screamed loudly and tried to get up. I saw jiju whispering to jijaji. Jijaji grinned and nodded. Jiju held Sarit down with one hand and with the other explored her mountain like boobs. It didn't surprise me when I saw jijaji rubbing Sarit's choot vigorously. 

'I bet this is what jiju whispered to him' I thought grinning, 'bravo jijaji go on'.

'HEY STOP IT. LET ME GO' Sarit screamed struggling to get free of their strangle hold on her. 

'Just checking if they are real' jiju laughed. 

'Stop it and let me up. Otherwise I will shout' Sarit threatened. 

'Go ahead scream' jiju laughed. In the meanwhile jijaji kept massaging her cunt with full gusto. From Sarit's facial expression I could see that she was getting horny. 

'AUNNNTIIEEE HEEEELLLPPPP MMMEEE' Sarit shouted.

'Okay children it is time to get ready' my mummy shouted from the verandah. 

After a final squeeze and rub they let her go and pulled her to her feet. Instead of being happy Sarit looked a bit disappointed. 

'You both are very bad' Sarit said settling her clothes, 'and you Adi are the limit instead of helping me you encouraged them'. We three laughed at her discomfort. 

As we approached the verandah we heard Sarit's mother say, 'We will be back as soon as we are ready'. 

'What is happening?' I asked. 

'Nothing we all are lunching together here' mummy replied. 

'Auntie please let Sarit stay, she can get ready in my room' I requested Sarit's mother. She looked questioningly at Sarit. 

'I don't mind but what about my clothes?' Sarit remarked. 

In my eagerness I said, 'No problem you can wear mine'. 

'Your clothes?' Sarit giggled looking at my boobies. Everyone laughed when they saw what Sarit was staring at. 

'Of course Sarit can stay' auntie replied and turning to Sarit added, 'I will send your clothes over'.

When we alone in my room I asked, 'Sarit lagta hai aaj tune bahut mazaa liya (I see you had a great time today)'. 

'God these two men are terrors' she replied, 'did you see what they were doing?'

'Yes but I also saw that you were enjoying it' I replied laughing. 

'Adi I tell you it felt great. Oh why did they stop, another ten seconds and I would have cum' she complained. 

'It was your own mistake. You should have waited for ten more seconds before yelling for help' I replied.

'Yes I thought of it later' Sarit said in a disappointed tone. 

'Soch Sarit kitna mazaa aayega agar tu jijaji se chudwa le (Think Sarit how much you will enjoy if jijaji fucks you)' I suggested. 

'Na baba na main aisa nahin kar sakti (No, no I couldn't do that)' she replied turning red with embarrassment.

'Teri marzi (It is up to you)' I replied, 'you are missing all the fun'. 

'I don't mind' Sarit replied. 

'Sarit I bet you are feeling very horny' I said, 'let us shower together'. In the shower we fingered each other till we came thrice. 

The lunch table was abuzz with conversation and laughter. Everyone was happy and relaxed except Sarit. She seemed preoccupied. She ate silently and occasionally glancing covertly at jijaji. 

'I bet she is imagining how it would feel to have jijaji's lund in her choot' I thought smiling to myself. 

During the conversation Rashmi didi said, 'Madhu it has been a long time since we really had a heart to heart talk. Why don't jiju and you spend a few days with us at our house'? 

Madhu glanced enquiringly at jiju. He nodded. Then she looked at mummy.

'Madhu you both go and enjoy yourself. I will take care of Shashi' mummy volunteered. 

'Thank you mummy' Madhu didi said then turning to jiju asked, 'Mohan what time do you think we can be at their house?' 

'We should leave here at six' jiju replied then looking at Rashmi didi added, 'would that be okay?'

'Great but Jiju I must warn you that Madhu will sleep with me in my room and you will have to share the guestroom with Abhi' Rashmi didi said laughing. 

'Doesn't matter, it will give us an opportunity to really get to know each other better' jiju replied. 

'Of course it will be my pleasure' jijaji said confirming the arrangement.

Just then the plan to have Sarit's choot corked by jijaji's cock flashed through my mind. In my excitement I shouted loudly, 'YEESSSS I GOT IT AT LAST'. 

Pin drop silence followed my sudden yell. Everybody stopped eating and stared at me. 

'Aditi what have you got?' daddy asked puzzled. Daddy always called me by my full name. 

'Nothing really' I replied getting red with embarrassment, 'just the solution to a problem I have been struggling with for long'. 

'I am happy that even on a festival day you have not forgotten your studies' daddy said, 'when do your graduation exams start?' 

'In five weeks or so' I replied thinking if he only knew what was going on in my mind. 

Sarit was still lost in her thoughts and quite oblivious to all that transpired. 

'Sarit' I said. 

No response. 

'SARIT' I said loudly. 

'Eh! What did you say?' Sarit replied pulling her mind back to reality, 'sorry I was lost in my thoughts'. 

'So it seems' I said sarcastically, 'I think you are very mean'. 

'Mean? W..W..What have I done?' she asked bewildered. 

'It is not what you have done but what you have not done. Rashmi didi has invited jiju and Madhu didi to spend some days at your house and you have not invited me' I replied shamelessly fishing for an invitation. 

'Of course please come I would love to have you' Sarit replied still a little lost. 

'Mummy, please may I go?' I asked. 

'Of course you can go' mummy laughed, 'now that you have invited yourself'. 

'Thank you mummy you are the best mother in the world' I said happily. 

'Stop it you flatterer' mummy laughed, 'be ready to leave at six'. 

After lunch I did not get a chance to speak to Sarit alone as she and her parents left immediately thereafter. 

End of part 1. To be continued...

Hi guys! I hope you liked this story. 

What is Adi's plan? Does it work without a hitch? Will Sarit's gentleman jijaji cooperate? 

To find answers to these questions and more please read part 2. Coming soon on this site. 

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Saheb Sahebji

P.S. In case you find that more explanation is required about the 'Holi' festival please feel free to ask. I will be only too pleased to elaborate. Saheb



It's A Man's World Ch. 02



Before starting part 2 I reproduce here are the last few lines of part 1 to refresh your memory:

Sarit was still lost in her thoughts and quite oblivious to all that transpired. 

'Sarit,' I said. 

No response. 

'SARIT!' I said loudly. 

'Eh! What did you say?' Sarit replied pulling her mind back to reality, 'sorry I was lost in my thoughts'. 

'So it seems,' I said sarcastically, 'I think you are very mean'. 

'Mean? W...W...What have I done?' she asked bewildered. 

'It is not what you have done but what you have not done. Rashmi didi has invited jiju and Madhu didi to spend some days at your house and you have not invited me,' I replied shamelessly fishing for an invitation. 

'Of course please come, I would love to have you,' Sarit replied still a little lost. 

'Mummy, please may I go?' I asked. 

'Of course you can go,' mummy laughed, 'Now that you have invited yourself'. 

'Thank you mummy you are the best mother in the world,' I said happily. 

'Stop it, you flatterer,' mummy laughed, 'be ready to leave at six'. 

After lunch I did not get a chance to speak to Sarit alone as she and her parents left immediately after lunch. 

Now for part 2:

At six in the evening, we arrived at Sarit's house. Catching jiju alone, I explained my plan to him. 

'You think it will work?' I asked. 

'It is definitely worth a shot,' jiju replied. 

'Will you be able to persuade jijaji to come to Sarit's room?' I asked, a bit worried on that count. 

'Don't worry, he will come. You underestimate the lure of fucking a virgin choot to a man,' jiju replied smiling, 'but remember I might have to tell him about us'. 

'Tell him, if you have to,' I replied, then recalling the astonished look he gave me in the morning added, 'I think he already guesses'. 

After an early evening, we all retired to our respective rooms. I was naturally sharing Sarit's room. When we were alone I asked, 'Aaj lunch per kya tu man hee man main jijaji se chudwa rahi thi? (During lunch today were you dreaming of jijaji fucking you?' 

'Haan Adi, bahut mazaa aa raha tha (Yes Adi, it was very enjoyable),' she sighed. 

'Shall I ask him to come to your room tonight?' I suggested. 

'Don't you dare. I will kill you if you even give him the slightest hint,' Sarit replied blushing. 

'You are stupid. You can't imagine the pleasure you are missing,' I replied. 

'I know, it would be nice, but I can't bring myself to fritter away my virginity like you did,' Sarit replied.

'Suit yourself, I was only thinking of you,' I persisted. 

'Please! Let us close this subject. I am very tired and want to sleep,' Sarit said switching off the bedside lamp, 'We will talk more in the morning. Good night Adi'. 

'Good night Sarit,' I replied. 

'Yes my dear, enjoy being a virgin as long as you can because, if my plan works, in couple of hours you won't be one anymore,' I thought grinning to myself in the dark. 

Within minutes Sarit was asleep. Her regular breathing had a sedating effect on me but I dare not close my eyes. I knew that I would never get this chance again. I lay tossing and turning in the dark room. I enacted my plan in my mind over and over again. The clock moved too slowly for my liking. An hour or so later I heard a clock strike midnight. All my senses were now on full alert. 

Few minutes later there was a light tap on the door. I crept out of bed and noiselessly unbolted the door. Two barefooted figures clad in pajama suits slid in. After locking the door I whispered, 'Please no talking she is fast asleep. Are you ready?' 

'Give us two seconds,' jijaji whispered back as they both undressed. 

'Jijaji, you go to Sarit's side of the bed and lie on the floor till I give you your cue. You know what it is?' I whispered. 

'Yes, don't worry I know what to do and when,' jijaji said softly. 

'Jiju, you come with me,' I said escorting him to my side and got into bed.

In the dark I could not see their cocks but I did feel jiju's erection pushing against the small of my back. I slid towards Sarit's sleeping figure and got into her bed. She did not wake up. I started to kiss her and squeeze her big boobs. 

'HEY! WHO IS IT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? 'Sarit said loudly waking up with a start. 

'Shh, it is me Adi,' I whispered placing my hand on her mouth. 

'What are doing in my bed?' Sarit asked puzzled. 

'I am feeling very horny and could not sleep, so I thought we could both have some fun together,' I replied kissing her. 

'Kya jiju ne tujhe nahin choda? (Didn't jiju fuck you?)' Sarit giggled. 

'Kahan, mauka hee nahin mila (No, we did not get an opportunity),' I replied. 

'You poor thing come to mama,' Sarit replied embracing me and kissing me back. 

We started to fondle each other. It was not long before we both were moaning with pleasure. We kissed and squeezed each other's boobs. Ran our fingers in between the lips of each other's cunt and caressed each other's clit. 

'Sarit take off your nightie,' I panted. 

'What have you in mind?' she moaned. 

'I will give you a real treat. Something jiju taught me,' I replied. She pulled off her nightie. I turned around and kissed her pubic hair. 

'HEY! What are you doing?' Sarit asked surprised. 

'I am going to eat your pussy. I promise you will love it,' I explained. 

'You can do what you like but don't expect me to reciprocate, because I will never ever lick your choot,' Sarit replied. 

'Not even a teeny weeny lick? I giggled. 

'No not even that,' Sarit said with finality. 

To tell you the truth, the fact was that I had also never licked a choot before and did not relish what I was about to do. But it had to be done if jijaji was to plug Sarit's choot tonight. 

Overcoming my aversion, I gave her choot a couple of tentative licks. 

'Oh Adi,' Sarit moaned. 

'Wow! It is not that bad,' I thought. 

'Sarit, open your legs,' I said aloud. 

'W...W...Why?' Sarit asked nervously. 

'To make place for me to sit, you idiot,' I replied. 

'Omigosh, is she suspicious?' I thought, 'I must be real careful'. 

'Oh!' Sarit said separating her legs. 

Crouching on all fours between her wide spread thighs I started to eat her pussy. I really did not know what to do and decided to do what jiju did to me. I separated her cunt lips with my fingers and ran my tongue up and down. 

'Oh Adi, it feels so wonderful,' Sarit moaned. Then I moved to her clit. 

'OH MY GOD!' Sarit shouted as my tongue flicked her clit. I swirled my tongue round her swollen clit and pressed it between my lips. Sarit went mad. 

'OH ADI, IT FEELS WONDERFUL,' she squealed bucking her hips. More I licked wilder she became. Her body started to quiver with pleasure. Her hips moved up and down in fuck motion. 

'ADI GO ON. PLEASE DON'T STOP,' Sarit moaned loudly. More she squealed, harder I licked. Her body arched upward pressing her choot to my lips. I sensed that she was not far from an orgasm. 

'GOD! ADI I AM ON THE EDGE. ADDEEEEE! JUST A LITTLE MORE. Y...HES MOOOORRRE,' she shouted. As I did not want her to cum, I stopped. 

'DAMN YOU ADI! WHY DID YOU STOP? I WAS ABOUT TO CUM,' Sarit complained angrily.

'Sorry, I had to otherwise I would have sneezed. Your bush was getting into my nose. Don't worry, I will do it again but first let me catch my breath,' I replied. I wanted her to cool down. In order to pass time I kissed her nipples and ran my hands all over her body but avoided touching her cunt. 

When I thought she had cooled down sufficiently I said, 'Sarit are you ready for round two?' 

'Yes, yes,' she panted. 

'Good. Now relax and settle down comfortably in bed,' I suggested. Sarit moved a little lower and dug her head deeper into the pillow. 

'Great. Now close your eyes and enjoy,' I said and started to lick her cunny. It was not long before she was panting and moaning loudly. 'GO ON ADI, I AM NEARLY THERE,' she squealed. I stopped again. This time I slipped off the bed on the side jijaji was waiting impatiently for his cue. 

'YOU SILLY GOOSE, AGAIN YOU HAVE STOPPED JUST WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO CUM,' she said exasperated. 

'Sarit my dear, please bear with me. I have saved the best part for the last. Ab tayyar ho ja, main ab tujhe chodoongi (Get ready, I am going to fuck you now),' I announced importantly. 

'Adi! I have already told you that I don't want to lose my cherry?' Sarit said alarmed closing her legs tightly. Then realizing that we were alone laughed, 'Tu mujhe chodegi? (You are going to fuck me?) With what may I ask? Your clit?'

'Why not?' I replied laughing pulling her legs apart, 'Lately I have been reading Harry Potter books, maybe my clit has acquired magical powers and will grow into a nice big juicy lund (cock)'. 

'Adi, you are not going to put anything inside my choot are you?' Sarit asked suspiciously. 

'No, I am not going to put anything inside your choot,' I replied truthfully stressing the words "I am not" but stopped short of telling her that her "gentleman" jijaji is going to put his big cock inside her, 'Okay now lie back, close your eyes and relax. I am now going to get on top of you and make you cum like you have never cum before'. 

'It is about time,' I heard her mutter under her breath. 

'Are you ready, I am coming?' I said and rolled under the bed. This was jijaji's cue. Right on cue he got on top of her. 

'UFF, for a slightly built girl you are quite heavy,' Sarit complained. 

In the dark I couldn't see what jijaji was doing but was certain that he will not miss this opportunity to fuck Sarit's kori choot (virgin cunt). 

Suddenly I heard Sarit shout in alarm, 'ADI, WHAT IS THIS WARM THING YOU ARE PUTTING INSIDE ME?' 

'Sarit, yeh mera laurda hai aur yeh teri choot phardne wala hai (Sarit, it is my cock and it is about to pop your cherry)' jijaji said. 

'NOOOAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEE,' Sarit yelled as I saw the dark shape of jijaji's hips push forward. 

'Shh Sarit, not so loud you will wake up everybody,' I cautioned Sarit. Jijaji did not waste a second. He was already pumping her choot with hard strokes. Sarit had more urgent matters to attend than listening to me. 

'GOD NO! PLEASE STOP! OH GOD! PLEASE LET ME GO,' she screamed. 

'Shut up, you idiot,' I hissed, 'you will collect the whole household'. 

Luckily that did not happen. Just then someone knocked lightly on the door. Oops, I spoke too soon. We all froze except jijaji, who continued to hump Sarit. 

'There is someone at the door, for God's sake stop shoving,' Sarit hissed angrily at jijaji but he kept the tempo of his strokes going. 

I had to admire jijaji's determination. Even in the face of the present emergency he remained cool and continued to fuck her. On second thought, I think what really drove him was that a man does not get to fuck a tight virgin choot every day.

'Let us remain quiet,' jiju suggested, 'Whoever it is might go away'. 

This did not help because seconds later the knock was repeated, only this time it was louder. Accompanied by, 'Sarit open the door. It is me mama'. 

Now even jijaji froze. 

'It is mama,' Sarit whispered nervously, 'What shall we do? If she finds them here she will kill both of us'. 

'It's your fault. Why did you have to scream like a banshee?' I whispered back. 

'I couldn't help it. It hurt terribly,' Sarit replied apologetically. 

'SARIT, OPEN THE DOOR IMMEDIATELY,' auntie shouted banging on the door with her fists. 

'Sarit, quickly say something to keep her quiet before we have a family reunion in your room,' I advised, 'Then pretend that you were asleep and act dumb'. 

'Who is it?' Sarit said sleepily. 

'It is me mama, open the door,' her mama replied softly. 

'Mama wait, I am coming,' Sarit said switching on the bedside lamp and walked towards the door. 

'Pagli, kum se kum apni nightie tau pehan le, nahin tau auntie teri phati huyi choot main se khoon tapkta hua dekh lengi (Stupid, at least wear your nightie, otherwise auntie will see the blood oozing from your deflowered choot),' I whispered urgently. 

'Sorry, I forgot,' Sarit giggled and pulling on her nightie, opened the door. 

In the meanwhile both jiju and jijaji had slipped under the bed. I also pretended to be asleep. 

'Yes mama, is something wrong?' Sarit asked yawning. 

'That is what I want to know,' her mama replied, 'I was returning from the kitchen with a glass of water when I heard you scream and shout loudly'. 

Through half open eyes I saw auntie standing in the doorway with a glass in her hand. 'But mama I did not scream,' Sarit said.

'No, I am quite certain you did. I heard you scream and shout please stop let me go or something to that effect,' auntie said pressing her point. 

'Omigosh! Sarit was in trouble, I must help her before she gets nervous and spills the beans,' I thought. 

'Sarit stop talking in your sleep and let me sleep also' I said extending my arm towards her bed to shake her. Finding her bed empty, I exclaimed, 'Sarit where are you?'

'Adi, did you also hear Sarit scream?' auntie asked me. 

'Auntie you! What are you doing here in the middle of the night?' I asked yawning. 

'I heard Sarit screaming and came to check,' she replied, 'Did you also hear her scream?'

'Did she scream? Auntie it is nothing new. She screams and shouts incessantly when she dreams,' I laughed hoping Sarit will get the hint. 

'Oh mama, I remember now. I was having a terrible dream. It was pitch dark, a man caught me and... and...oh mama it was so horrible,' Sarit said and started to cry. 

'Na, na my child, don't cry. It was only a bad dream. Go back to sleep. I suggest you leave the bedside lamp on, maybe it will help to keep bad dreams away,' auntie said and bidding us goodnight left. 

Jumping out of the bed I quickly bolted the door. Jiju and jijaji crawled out from under the bed with their cocks pointing towards the ceiling. 

'Oh I feel faint,' Sarit said and her legs buckled under her. I caught her before she hit the floor. Jijaji and I escorted her to her bed and propped her against the bed rest. Auntie's suggestion to leave the lamp on was great. At least, now we could see everything clearly. 

'God, that was a close call,' Sarit said nervously. 

'Sarit, what acting? Crying was a masterstroke,' I said clapping soundlessly. 

'It was not all acting. I wanted to cry anyway over the loss of my virginity,' Sarit replied making a face and started to sniffle. 

Jijaji got into her bed and tried to console her. 'Sarit you were very brave,' he said kissing her and fondling her boobs. 

'Oh jijaji, you hurt me so much,' Sarit said wiping away a tear. 

'I could not help it, first time it hurts everyone,' jijaji said caressing her choot, 'Unfortunately we were interrupted before I could give you real pleasure'. 

'Oh jijaji, it still hurts,' Sarit said snuggling closer to him. 

'Let us continue, you will enjoy it,' jijaji said putting his hand under her nightie. 

'Oh jijaji, I don't want to be hurt again,' Sarit protested. 

'I promise, it won't hurt ever again, now you will feel only pleasure,' jijaji replied rubbing her cunt. 

Jiju and I looked at each other and grinned at the novel way Sarit was protesting. Each time she answered jijaji, she slipped lower in bed. 

'Jijaji, I don't want to,' Sarit said slipping even lower. 

'Come on darling, let us. You will love it,' jijaji said putting one finger in her choot. 

'Jijaji, please don't,' Sarit protested slipping still lower. By now Sarit was lying flat on the bed with her thighs together. Jijaji was not dumb, he knew what was happening and without wasting any time got on top of her. 

'Sarit, please spread your legs and make place for my lund (cock)' jijaji said kissing her. Sarit did not reply and shook her head vehemently. 

'Abhi, rub your cock in between her cunt lips,' jiju whispered. Jijaji gave jiju a grateful smile and immediately followed his advice. 

'Oh, it feels so good,' Sarit moaned and hesitatingly spread her legs. Jijaji immediately pushed his cock in her cunt and started to fuck her. 

'OHH!' she moaned. 

'Adi, come let us fuck also, my erection has started to hurt,' jiju suggested. 

'Please jiju, I am also leaking like a municipality tap but not now. I want to watch Sarit's first fuck,' I replied. Jiju pulled me onto his lap and started to finger fuck me. 

'Oh jiju, how can I concentrate with your finger moving in and out of my choot?' I moaned. 

'Darling, you don't require to concentrate, just keep your eyes open and watch,' jiju replied kissing me. 

Jijaji was now fucking Sarit with fast and hard strokes. Sarit lay with her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her arms were around jijaji's broad shoulders pressing him tightly to her boobs. Her hips were moving in rhythm of jijaji's strokes. 

'Oh jijaji, it feels so good,' she moaned repeatedly. Jijaji's strokes became harder and shorter. 

'OH GOD! I AM ABOUT TO CUM. Y...HES, Y...HES OH OHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHHHHH,' Sarit moaned as she came. 

'OH JIJU, I AM ALSO COMMIIINNNGGGG,' I moaned and flooded his fingers with my love juice. 

Suddenly jijaji pushed his cock deep into Sarit and lay gasping on her palpitating tits. After a few minutes they uncoupled and lay panting. 

'Sarit, ab tau tere "gentleman" jijaji ne teri choot main daat laga hee dee hai, bata tujhe apni paheli chudai kaissi lagi? (Sarit, now that your "gentleman" jijaji has corked your choot, tell me how did you enjoy your first fuck?),' I asked laughing. 

Sarit sat up in the bed and glared angrily at me. 'I know you planned this you bitch. I hate you and will never speak to you again,' she said angrily. Then her lips broke into a wide grin and embracing me, continued, 'Thank you Adi, it was heavenly. I have never had such an intense orgasm before. I am so glad that you have such a scheming mind'. 

'Don't thank me, my plan went for a six the moment auntie interrupted us but then it was you, who you made it happen, isn't it?' I said truthfully. 

Sairt laughed softly. 'Maine socha jab jijaji ne meri kori choot phard hee dee hai tau chudai ka mazaa bhi lekar dekhoon (I thought now that jijaji has already deflowered me then why shouldn't I experience the pleasure of fucking also)' Sarit chuckled. 

'If you were ready to fuck then why all the fuss,' I asked. 

'And let jijaji think that his saali (sister, wife's sister) is a slut?' Sarit giggled. 

'Come to me my dear slut saali,' jijaji said pulling Sarit to him, 'Let me kiss your tight choot'. 

'Sarit, let us fuck again,' jijaji proposed after licking Sarit's cunt for a few minutes. 

Without a word, Sarit lay down on the bed with her legs wide open. Jijaji mounted her and rammed his hard cock into her. 

'AHHH! It feels so good,' Sarit moaned. 

'Adi, let us fuck also,' jiju said. 

'Yes jiju! Yes!' I replied welcoming him into my arms. 

Two bottoms were going up and down. Two cocks were going in and out of two wet choots. Two hips were gyrating in rhythm of their strokes. Two girls were moaning in ecstasy. Two men were grunting with pleasure.

As both jiju and I were very excited, it was not long before we came but it being jijaji's second time, he went on and on. By the time he came, Sarit had offered her love juices thrice, on the altar of the Goddess of Love. 

'God! This time it was even better than the first time,' Sarit moaned. 

'Sarit, mera number kab ayega? (Sarit, when will my turn come?)' jiju asked when he was hard again, 'I also want to experience how it feels to lie on your big boobs'. 

'Right away if you want,' Sarit smiled pressing her boobs together and spreading her legs, 'I am ready'. 

'No! Mohan not today. You can have her tomorrow,' jijaji said placing his hand protectively on Sarit's cunt, 'Today, I alone am going to fuck her tight choot'. 




It's A Man's World Ch. 02



'Then what are you waiting for,' Sarit said, 'fuck me'. 

'A little later. Let me recover first,' jijaji said. 

'What is the harm if jiju fucks me in the meanwhile?' Sarit asked. 

'No! Today you are mine,' jijaji said. 

'Sorry jiju, we will have to wait till tomorrow to enjoy our first fuck together,' Sarit said shrugging. 

It was only at daybreak that jiju and jijaji returned to their room. 

The following two nights, jiju and jijaji took turns to fuck both of us.

Sarit was a changed person. She could not get enough of cock. During the day, she was constantly on the lookout for an opportunity for a quickie. The chances she took made the hair on the back my neck stand. I warned her to be careful but she just laughed. 

On the third day, all six of us went to the movies returning home by six in the evening. The weather had become very pleasant. A cool breeze was blowing as it had rained while we were in the cinema hall. 

'Would you like some tea?' auntie asked when we reached home. We were all for it. 

'Give me ten minutes,' auntie replied, 'In the meanwhile why don't you all go up to the roof garden and enjoy the pleasant weather. Birju (their servant) will serve the tea there'. 

For some reason auntie's suggestion did not find favor with Sarit. Maybe Sarit did not see a chance of a quickie. 'Oh mama not the roof garden,' Sarit complained, 'it will be all wet'. 

'No, it won't be,' auntie replied, 'Birju has already wiped and cleaned the furniture'. 

Just then Rashmi didi said, 'Mama I am going to my room to attend to Sonny. Please send my tea there'. 

'Rashmi, I will help you. I will have my tea with Rashmi,' Madhu didi said and followed Rashmi didi. 

Sarit was suddenly all smiles. 'Mama you are brilliant,' she said grinning, 'you guys go up and make yourselves comfortable. I will help Birju carry the tea'. 

Ten minutes later they brought tea, cream crackers with cheese in two trays. 

'Birju you go and serve tea to Rashmi didi and Madhu didi, we will take care of ourselves now,' Sarit said dismissing him and locking the door leading to the roof garden after him. 

After we had a cup of tea each Sarit took a round of the garden. 'Damn! It is so wet we can't do anything,' Sarit said grimacing. 

'Of course we can,' jijaji laughed. 

'What can we do?' Sarit asked quickly. 

'You can suck my cock,' jijaji said pulling out his erection from the confines of his trousers. I waited for her explosive reaction but none came. For a minute she stared at jijaji's cock and shrugging said, 'Why not, it might be fun. Tell me what to do'. 

'There is nothing to it, just kneel between my legs and suck my cock like a lemon drop,' jijaji explained. 

Sarit looked around for something dry to kneel on. Then emptying a tray she placed it between jijaji's legs, kneeled on it and started to suck jijaji's cock. 

'Adi you also suck my cock,' jiju said. 

'Okay,' I said, 'but first you shift your chair next to jijaji'. 

I knew jijaji will cum in Sarit's mouth and wanted to see her reaction at close quarters. After few minutes Sarit stopped. 

'What do I do when you cum?' she asked. 

'Nothing my dear, just swallow it,' jijaji said winking at jiju. 

To my utter surprise, without turning a hair Sarit said, 'Okay' and recommenced sucking. 

'See, your friend doesn't mind and you created such a fuss,' jiju said slapping my head playfully

Soon both the men started to moan. 'Oh Sarit you are good,' jijaji moaned, 'Fuck your mouth with my cock like Adi is doing'. 

Sarit started to move her head up and down. Two heads bobbed up and down on two hard cocks. They leaned back in their chair with their eyes closed, moaning loudly. 

'Yes Sarit, go on. Move your head faster. Now don't stop. I am about to cum. God, I am commmmiiinnnggg,' jijaji said. I watched Sarit as her Adam's Apple bobbed up and down swallowing jijai's cum, spurt after spurt. Just then with a loud grunt jiju also shot his load into my mouth. 

'Sarit, my dear you were great,' jijaji said kissing her and squeezing her boobs, 'Who taught you to give head like that?' 

'Nobody, maybe I have natural talent,' Sarit laughed then becoming serious added, 'Jijaji you have my word of honor that yours is the first cock I have ever sucked'. 

'But not the last,' jiju smiled, 'because I also want to have the benefit of your natural talent'. 

'Why not?' Sarit giggled, 'Adi let us swap places'. When the men were hard, we sucked them off again. 

After another cup of tea jijaji suggested, 'Sarit, you have had cream crackers with cheese many times before, how about eating one with cum instead of cheese?' 

'No thanks, I prefer to drink cum direct from the source,' Sarit laughed. After sucking them off two more times we all went down. 

At bedtime, I told Sarit that they would not be coming tonight. 'How mean' was her immediate reaction but later agreed that they also required their rest. The next two nights we were back in business. 

On the third morning jiju and Madhu didi had to return home. I accompanied them to our house in the morning and after seeing them off in the evening, returned to Sarit's house. That night jijaji had to cope with both of us. By morning he was so fucked out that he had to feign illness to remain in bed, to recoup his strength. 

That night when he visited us he said, 'Listen girls, tonight only one fuck each because tomorrow morning I have to drive home and I don't want to fall asleep while driving'. We agreed, as we did not want any harm coming to him and his family. 

By ten the next morning the car was loaded, last farewells said and they were ready to leave when Sarit exclaimed, 'Oh my God, I have forgotten the presents I bought for Sonny in my room'. 

'Go get them,' auntie said. 

Sarit started tp leave but after few steps turned, 'Oh they are not wrapped. Jijaji please come with me, you are so good at wrapping gifts'. Jijaji hesitated, as he and I knew very well what Sarit had in mind. 

'Sarit give them as they are,' auntie said getting irritated, 'Can't you see they are getting late'. 

'No mama I won't. Do you want Sonny to think his mausi (aunt- mother's sister) is uncivilized?' Sarit replied stubbornly. 

'Abhi, what are you waiting for? Go with her and do what she wants, so that we can leave,' Rashmi didi said. 

Ten minutes passed. Even after fifteen minutes there was no sign of them. Auntie was getting impatient and threatened to go looking for them. 

'Mama you stay here. Adi you go and ask them to hurry,' Rashmi didi said quickly. 

When I reached Sarit's room, I found them arguing. Sarit wanted another cum shot but jijaji was saying she has already had one. 

'Adi, you are just in time for a quick fuck,' Sarit said, 'Jijaji, you can't refuse to give Adi her due'. 

'I would love a fuck too, but there is no time,' I replied, 'Everyone is getting impatient'. 

'Don't worry, I will handle them,' Sarit said and pulling out jijaji's erection added, 'It will take only a few minutes, look jijaji's cock is ready for you'. 

'What about the presents?' I asked. 

'They are wrapped and ready,' Sarit giggled pointing to two neatly wrapped boxes on her study table. 

Seeing jijaji's cock standing in its full glory, I succumbed to my lust. It did not take "a few minutes" as Sarit had said but much longer before jijaji came. Settling our clothes, we rushed down with both the presents. 

'It is about time,' auntie said angrily, 'Abhi, I thought you had forgotten that you have to go'. 

'Sorry mama, it took so long,' jijaji said apologetically, 'I didn't know that there would be two of them'.

After a renewed round of farewells and embraces jijaji and Rashmi didi were finally on their way. 

We returned to Sarit's room. 'Oh Adi, it feels awful,' Sarit said with tears running down her cheeks. 

'Sarit you idiot, why are you crying?' I said, 'They have not gone forever, we will probably see them in a few months again'. 

'Oh I know that,' Sarit replied sniffling, 'but now that both of them are not here, who will fuck us?' 

'Stupid, there is no dearth of boys,' I laughed, 'There are hundreds of them in our own college. We will find one no two strong well built boys, preferably members of the football team, and seduce them'. 

'Yes, you are right,' Sarit replied excitedly, 'Why only two of them, we will seduce the whole fucking team'. 

'Yes, including the reserves,' I giggled. 

'Oh Adi! Just the thought of fucking the football team has made my choot wet,' Sarit sighed, 'Let us shower together'. 

I marveled at the change in Sarit. Earlier, it was always me who wanted a "shower", but today Sarit asked for it for the first time. An hour later, after a very satisfying "shower", I returned home. 

Despite our grandiose plans of seducing the football team including the reserves, we didn't get a chance to implement it. Our final exams were fast approaching and we plunged headlong into studying for them in all earnest. Whenever we felt horny, which was often, we took a shower together. 

After the exams were over, we slept for two whole days. One evening, we were in a relaxed mood. 'Adi, I think it would not be fair to keep the football team waiting any longer,' Sarit giggled. 

'You are right,' I chuckled, 'let us start our campaign first thing in the morning'. 

In the morning we went to our college. To our dismay the college had already closed for the summer vacations. There were few boys around but none of them appealed to us. 

'Oh Adi, what will we do now?' Sarit wailed. 

'There is only one thing left,' I said seriously. 

'What? What?' Sarit asked eagerly. 

'Back to the shower,' I grinned. 

'Oh Adi, what a let down,' Sarit said, 'at least no one can take the "shower" away from us'. 

After a month our results were announced. Both of us had done pretty well. We were now graduates. We even had a small party to celebrate our graduation. Everyone congratulated us but there was no word from our sisters. 

We had no desire to study any further. We had only one thought in mind and that was marriage.

Sarit told me that jijaji had given up his present job and taken employment in the same city where Madhu didi stayed. They were at present staying with my sister till they found suitable accommodation. 

I was very annoyed with my sister and made no bones about it. 'Maybe Madhu does not know your roll number,' mummy said coming to her defense. 

'Of course she knows. I gave it to her myself,' I replied with tears in my eyes, 'I hate her'. 

'Adi, be reasonable. Maybe she lost the roll number or she does not know the results are out,' mummy said continuing in the role of her defense attorney. 

'Mummy, you are very mean, you always take her side,' I retorted, 'How could she have missed it. The results were splashed all over the national newspaper'. 

'Maybe, she has been very busy,' daddy said, 'Aditi, why don't you call her?' 

'Call her! Never!' I replied with tears running down my cheeks, 'How long does it take to pick up the phone and congratulate her only kid sister on her graduation'. I noticed daddy giving mummy a meaningful look. 

'Don't you dare call her,' I threatened, 'Otherwise I will never talk to you both again'. 

Another week or so went by without a word from my sister. One afternoon mummy said, 'Adi, Madhu is on the line and wants to talk to you'. 

'Tell her I am dead,' I replied rudely. 

'Adi, don't behave like a child,' mummy said sternly covering the receiver with her palm, 'Talk to her and please don't be rude'. 

'Just to please you, I will talk to her,' I replied, 'I will take the call in my room'.

I let the phone ring thrice before I picked it up. 'Aditi speaking,' I said coldly into the receiver. 

'Hey, it is I, Madhu, your sister. Remember me?' didi said striking a jovial tone, 'I have called you to congratulate you on your graduation'. 

'Thank you very much. It is very kind of you to remember,' I replied as formally as I could. 

'Oh, I see my kid sister is angry with me,' didi laughed, 'Sorry, I could not call earlier'. 

'Very busy no doubt,' I said lowering the temperature of my tone by few degrees. 

'Yes, you are right. I was very busy organizing your graduation present,' didi replied. 

'Omigosh, a graduation present for me,' I thought but in the receiver I said thawing a bit, 'What graduation present?' 

'Remember, you always wanted to holiday in the Simla hills? Your jiju has rented a cottage there. We are all going there for a fortnight, starting this weekend' didi said, 'aren't you excited?' 

Yes, I was very excited but not for the reason didi thought. Just the very thought of spending full fifteen days with jiju made my choot wet. 'Oh didi you are soooo good,' I drooled over the phone. 

'Another good news is that Rashmi and Abhi will be joining us and they are planning to invite Sarit, so that you don't get too bored,' didi added. 

'Get bored, not with jiju and jijaji both present to fuck me,' I thought. Didi continued to talk but I was not paying any attention, I was busy dreaming of jiju and jijaji fucking me silly. Suddenly a thought came to me. 

'Didi, how will I get there? Have you asked daddy?' I asked. 

'Aren't you listening? This is what I have been telling you for the last five minutes,' didi said slightly annoyed. 

'Sorry didi, in my excitement I missed it,' I said apologetically. 

'Everything is arranged for. Daddy has already said yes,' didi repeated, 'We will arrive the night before and after leaving Shashi and the maid with mummy and daddy, we all will leave for the hills in the morning'. 

'Thank you. You are the best didi in the world,' I replied jumping with excitement. 

'You can thank me later,' didi laughed, 'but right now I must say bye as Rashmi wants to call Sarit and give her the good news'. 

Banging down the receiver, I ran out of the house shouting, 'Mummy, I am going to Sarit's house. I will be back in an hour'. I ran into Sarit at the gate of her house as she was leaving. We embraced each other. 

'Oh Adi,' Sarit said, 'I was on the way to your place only'. 

'Oh Sarit,' I said, 'did you hear the news?' 

'Yes,' she said excitedly, 'let us go in, we will discuss it further in the shower'. I returned home after three hours, completely exhausted. 

On Saturday, we reached our destination in the evening. The cottage was beautiful. It was situated between two hills. Creepers covered its outside walls and it was surrounded by multi colored flowers in full bloom. 

After a bath to wash off the grime of the journey, we sat in didi's bedroom gossiping. 'You girls relax while we go and explore the surroundings,' jiju said. 

Sarit and I wanted to go with them to set up the fucking schedule but didi stopped us. 'Let them go. You stay with us and tell us about your future plans,' didi said. 

We told them that we did not plan to study further. They questioned us for ten minutes when didi shocked us by suddenly asking, 'Tell us, did you enjoy sleeping with our husbands?' 

My brain started to work at a speed that would have put even light to shame. 

'Have jiju and jijaji told them everything? I was confident that they wouldn't do something so stupid. Then why this question? Do they suspect something or is it just a wild guess?' I thought. 

To buy time, I stuttered, 'W...What are you saying?' 

I glanced at Sarit, who was just recovering from the shock. Sarit's face first turned red, then the blood drained out of it. She was white as a sheet. She looked nervously at me, her hand groping for mine for help. 

'It was a very simple question,' Rashmi didi said, 'Madhu asked you if you girls enjoyed sleeping with out husbands'. 

'It is just a bluff,' I concluded and decided to brazen it out, 'There is no way they could know'. 

'Didi, how can you say such a thing?' I replied calmly, 'We would never dream of sleeping with our brothers'. 

'Y...Yes, Y...Yes me too,' Sarit said nervously. By now her palm was wet with sweat. 

'Are you trying to tell us that our husbands have not fucked you?' Madhu didi asked incredulously. 

'Absolutely,' I said confidently. 

'Y...Yes she is right,' Sarit echoed.

'Then you both are still virgins? Rashmi didi asked. 

'Of course we are,' I replied, 'at least I am. About Sarit you have to ask her'. 

'Are you?' Madhu didi asked Sarit. 

'Y...Yes she is a virgin,' Sarit repeated without thinking but recovering quickly corrected herself, 'I am a virgin too'.

'Rashmi, agar unhone inn dono ko choda nahin hai tau yeh log band kamare main kya karte the? (Rashmi, if they have not fucked them then I wonder what they did behind closed doors?)' Madhu didi asked Rashmi didi in a thoughtful tone. 

'Let me think,' Rashmi didi replied biting her lips as if in deep thought. 

Meanwhile, I heaved an inaudible sigh of relief. 'I was right, they were bluffing,' I thought squeezing Sarit's hand reassuringly. Sarit relaxed. The color returned to her cheeks and she even managed a smile. 

'Yes I got it,' Rashmi said with a smile, 'agar un dono ne inhain choda nahin hai tau zaroor inki gaand maari hogi (if they did not screw them then they must have fucked them in their asshole)'. 

This suggestion took both of us by surprise. Before I could react Sarit said innocently, 'Didi, kya keh rahin hain aap, unhone hamari gaand kabhi nahin maari, woh tau sirf hamari choot hee chod... oops (Didi, what are you saying, they never fucked our asshole, they only fucked our cun...oops)' realizing what she was saying, left the sentence hanging in mid air. 

Both Madhu didi and Rashmi didi laughed out aloud. 'So ultimately the truth is out,' they said chuckling. I glared angrily at Sarit. 

'Adi we already knew the truth. There is no need to be angry with Sarit, 'Madhu didi said, 'We only wanted to hear it from you'. 

'Okay, now tell us everything in detail,' Rashmi didi said settling back more comfortably. 

Hesitatingly, we told them the whole story. 'Good! This tallies with our information,' Madhu didi said. 

Frankly, I was still not convinced that they really knew. There was no way they could not have known. I still thought that they just bluffed us into telling them. Even then, I had to know for sure. 

'Didi, I am still not convinced that you knew,' I said, 'I think you bluffed us into confessing'. 

'No Adi, we knew,' Madhu didi replied, 'Recall the afternoon when we returned home after the movie, I did not come up to the roof garden with you, so that you both could be alone with our husbands. It was on that afternoon that Sarit sucked a cock for the first time. Am I right Sarit?' 

Sarit nodded. 'There was no way they could have known about Sarit sucking a cock for the first time unless the men told them,' I reasoned in my mind. 

'Sarit, your charade about leaving Sonny's present in your room did not fool me even for a moment. I knew what you had in mind,' Rashmi didi laughed, 'Remember it was I, who prompted Abhi to go with you and, after waiting long enough for you two to finish, sent Adi after you so that she could also have her quickie'. 

'I still don't understand how you found out,' Sarit said, 'We were always so careful'. 

'Our respected brothers told them,' I remarked sarcastically. 

'You are right they did, but they didn't have to, 'Rashmi didi laughed, 'Maybe if I told you how we found out might convince you. One night, we both got into a heated argument as to whose husband was a better lover. To settle matters we went to their room. The room was empty. While we were wondering where they were, we saw them sneaking barefoot into Sarit's bedroom'. 

'Don't tell me you wanted to fuck each other's husband,' Sarit asked surprised digressing from the subject.

'Why not?' Rashimi didi laughed, 'When you two can fuck our husbands then why can't we fuck each other's man. Tell me which one did you find to be a better lover?'




It's A Man's World Ch. 02



'Oh! I found both them very satisfying,' Sarit sighed. 

'Adi, what is your opinion?' Madhu didi asked. 

'I agree with Sarit. I also thought both were equally good,' I replied, 'Were you able to form an opinion about it? 

'Yes we did,' Madhu didi replied, 'but only after we got here'.

'And what conclusion did you come to? Sarit inquired. 

'We also agree with you. Both of them are equally good,' Madhu didi said, 'Let me continue with what I was telling you'. 

'We were so shocked, seeing them entering Sarit's room in the middle of the night that we could not move for several minutes. Then we crept to your bedroom door and listened. We could hear your moans of pleasure quite distinctly,' Madhu didi said picking up the thread, 'I wanted to confront you all right away and settle matters right there and then, but Rashmi pulled me back to our room'.

'I told Madhu that there is nothing to be gained by making a scene,' Rashmi didi continued, 'Remember when we were as old as they are, how often did we talk about getting screwed but never had the courage to translate it into action. At least they had the guts. I admire them for that. I say let them enjoy'. 

'I don't mind Mohan fucking Adi, but not behind my back,' Madhu didi said, 'Rashmi we can't leave matters like this, we have to do something'.

'Of course we will. Let us think coolly,' Rashmi suggested. 

'After a long discussion we decided to stop by at Madhu's place on our way home and first thrash out the matter with our dear hubbies and then confront you with the facts,' Rashmi didi said. 

'And when they stopped over at our place we accused them of sleeping with you, Madhu didi said, 'At first, as expected, they denied everything but later with more carrot than stick they confessed'.

'Now you see that we were not bluffing but really knew,' Rashmi didi laughed. 

'Enough of talking,' Madhu didi said, 'let us proceed with the next item on the agenda'. 

'What next item?' Sarit asked in surprise.

'Girls, take off your clothes,' Rashmi didi said. 

'Y...You want us to undress in front of you?' I asked shocked. 

'Why not. If you can undress before our husbands, you can easily do the same in front of your sisters. Remember we are all girls,' Rashmi didi giggled, 'Just to assure you we will also take our clothes off'. 

She had a point there. When we were naked Madhu didi stared at Sarit's naked mountains and remarked with awe, 'Gosh Sarit, you are really huge'.

Poor Sarit blushed and remained silent. I looked at them. They were both very beautiful. Tall, fair with boobs of just the right size for their body. Their choots was devoid of any hair. Madhu didi's swollen clit, like Sarit's and mine, was just peeping through her cunt lips, but Rashmi didi's clit was nearly an inch long and stuck out like a mini cock. 

Then our sisters sat down on the bed and leaning against the headrest spread their legs wide apart. 

'Now both of you are going to eat our pussy,' my sister said pointing to her choot, 'You know what that means?' 

'Y...Yes. You are not serious, y...you want me, your sister to eat your pussy?' I stuttered. 

'Not you silly,' she giggled, 'Sarit will lick my choot and you will eat Rashmi's pussy'. 

I hesitated but Sarit said, 'No I won't do it'. 

'Come on girls, be reasonable,' Rashmi coaxed, 'you gave our husbands a good time and now you hesitate to give your sisters a little pleasure'. 

I shrugged and crouched between Rashmi didi's spread legs. 

'Madhu didi, I won't lick your choot,' Sarit said defiantly, 'I have never licked a choot and I will never ever lick one'. 

'If that is your attitude then I will have to tell our parents how you flaunted your mountain like boobs in front of poor Abhi and seduced him,' Rashmi didi threatened. 

'I did not do that. Anyway they will never believe you,' Sarit replied pouting. 

'Oh they will, especially when Madhu and Adi bear out my statement,' Rashmi didi said. 

'Adi will never be a party to a blatant lie like this,' Sarit said nervously, no longer as confident as before. 

'She will, otherwise I will tell our parents all about her inviting my innocent Mohan to her room and seducing him with her virgin choot,' Madhu didi giggled. 

'They had done their home work,' I thought and said aloud, 'Sarit, if you want us both safe then shut up and lick Madhu didi's choot'. 

Hesitatingly Sarit crouched between didi's legs and gave her choot a couple of tentative licks. My didi moaned loudly. 

'Gosh, this is not bad at all,' Sarit giggled and started to eat didi's choot with vigor. 

'Oh Sarit, it feels so good,' Madhu didi moaned. 

'Adi, stop watching them and lick my choot,' Rashmi didi ordered. 

Both Sarit and I licked their cunts. Their moans of pleasure got louder and louder. 

'Spread the lips of my choot and lick in between them,' Madhu didi said to Sarit, 'Y...hes Sarit, that is the way'. 

Rashmi didi's choot was like a fountain. Each time I sucked on her clit she came with a loud sigh. 

'SARIT, HIGHER. Y...HES DARLING, NOW SUCK MY CLIT. Y...HES PRESS IT BETWEEN YOUR LIPS,' Madhu didi shouted in ecstasy. 

'GOD! THIS IS WONDERFUL,' Rashmi didi screamed, 'ADI, PUSH YOUR TONGUE INSIDE MY CHOOT AND TONGUE FUCK ME'. 

'SARIT, NOW MOVE LOWER. SHOVE YOUR TONGUE INTO MY CHOOT. Y...HES DEEPER. OHHH, NOW TONGUE FUCK ME. FUCK FASTER GIRL, FASTER. GOD! I AAAAMMMMM COOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG,' she shouted and lay back gasping for breath. I could hear Sarit slurping up Madhu didi's love juice. 

As I said before, Rashmi didi's choot was like a fountain. She came every few minutes. Within seconds of Madhu didi's scream of pleasure, Rashmi didi also came in my mouth for the nth time. 

'Oh Sarit, you were wonderful,' Madhu didi said embracing her. 

'How was I?' I asked Rashmi didi in a hurt tone. 

'You were also great,' Rashmi didi said kissing me. 

Sarit was smiling happily. 'Madhu didi do you want me to eat your pussy again,' she volunteered. 

'Yes my dear, but after a few minutes,' Madhu didi panted, 'let me catch my breath first. 

Five minutes later Sarit and I were again eating pussy. As I pushed my tongue into Rashmi didi's cunt, I felt a cock enter my choot from behind and commenced to fuck me. I wondered who was inside my choot, jiju or jijaji? Then without pausing I, from the corner of my eye, saw jijaji fucking Sarit. 

'Oh, it was jiju, who is fucking me' I sighed. 

'All right boys, fuck them like you have never fucked them before,' Madhu didi shouted. 

Each time jiju shoved Rashmi didi moaned with pleasure because his push moved me forward and my nose pressed against Rashmi didi's long clit. After ten minutes we all came together. 

'All right girls,' Rashmi didi laughed and then pointing to the cocks of jiju and jijaji added, 'how did you enjoy your real graduation present'. 

'Oh didi, you are wonderful,' Sarit gushed embracing her sister, 'we could not have asked anything more'. 

'My dear this is not all, there is more to come,' Madhu didi giggled. 

'Boy, this is getting better and better, 'Sarit squealed happily clapping her hands. Somehow I did not like the look in my sister's eyes. 

'What more?' I asked skeptically. 

'All in good time,' Rashmi didi laughed, 'Let the boys get hard again'. 

After ten minutes Madhu didi said, 'Okay girls it is show time. Get on the bed on all fours'. I heard jiju chuckle softly. I don't know why but it made me feel uncomfortable.

'W...W...Why? Whatever for?' I stuttered feeling uneasy. 

'Ab tumhaare jija log tumhari kori gaand phardainge (Now your brothers are going to take your ass hole cherry),' Madhu didi announced. 

I was aghast. I don't know what I expected but definitely not this. 

My worst fears had come true. I had never believed jiju, when he had told me that he had fucked didi in her butt but this was even worse. My own sister was encouraging her husband to fuck me in my asshole. 

While the above thoughts went through my mind Sarit, with big innocent eyes, asked, 'Kya gaand main laurda guss jata hai? (Can a cock enter the asshole?)' 

'Of course,' Rashmi didi laughed, 'your jijaji has fucked my ass hole umpteen times. I like it you will also enjoy it'.

'Aap ko mazaa ayega? (Will you enjoy it?)' Sarit asked our brothers. 

'Yes we love it,' they replied in one voice. 

'Okay, I am ready,' Sarit said then added, 'It will hurt, won't it?' 

'Yes, but they will use vaseline to reduce the pain of entry,' Rashmi replied holding up a bottle of vaseline. Damn, they had thought of everything and were fully prepared.

'Sarit, you are mad to agree,' I screamed at her and pointing to jijaji's erection added, 'Look at that cock, when that big thing goes into your small asshole it will hurt like hell'. 

'That cock has given me so much pleasure then can't I suffer a little pain to please it,' Sarit replied philosophically.

'Stupid, it won't be just a little pain. It can even kill you,' I exaggerated trying again to dissuade her. 

'No, it won't kill me. Didi has done it and is still alive, besides she says it is nice,' Sarit said getting on all fours on the bed, 'Jijaji what are you waiting for, shove your cock into my gaand (asshole)'. 

'Just a moment,' Madhu didi said, 'Adi, what about you, are you also ready?' 

'NO, I AM NOT READY,' I shouted, 'I am not letting any one fuck me in my asshole'. 

'Adi, be reasonable,' jiju said, 'Remember, when I finger fucked your asshole, you said it felt nice'. 

'You never told me that,' Sarit complained. 

'Yes! I said that, but that does not mean that I will let you fuck my gaand,' I replied ignoring Sarit's complaint, 'I am warning you jiju, stay where you are. Don't you even think of bringing your cock anywhere near my gaand'. 

'Adi, this is no way to talk to your jiju,' Rashmi didi scolded me, 'Believe me both Madhu and I love a cock in our asshole. I promise it won't hurt much and you will find it very enjoyable'. 

'It is easy for you to say that because you don't know that many a times my asshole hurts even when I take a shit,' I replied aggressively.

'Enough, let me handle this,' Madhu didi said, 'Adi, I am asking you for the last time: Are you willing to get your ass hole fucked peacefully or not?' 

'NO, THOUSAND TIMES NO,' I screamed at her. 

'There is only one course left,' Madhu didi said, 'Abhi, fuck her gaand, if necessary use force. Mohan hold her'. 

I looked for a way to escape, as they came closer, but there was none. Despite my fighting them tooth and nail, they overpowered me in matter of minutes and threw me face down on the bed. While Jiju held me down, jijaji separated my ass cheeks and said, 'Mohan look how small it is, I will really enjoy penetrating it for the first time'. 

'Adi, think fast,' I said to myself, 'otherwise in a few seconds your gaand will be in tatters. Best is agree now and live to fight another day. Maybe later you can come up with some thing that will save your gaand from being ravished. Yes, that is what I will do'. 

'STOP. PLEASE STOP. I AM WILLING,' I shouted as jijaji started to apply vaseline on my rear entrance. 

'Let her go,' Madhu didi ordered, 'Adi, I have your word that you will cooperate'. 

'Yes but...' I started to reply but my sister interrupted me. 

I saw jiju whispering into Madhu didi's ear. 'I know, I am her sister,' Madhu didi smiled, 'don't worry, I know how to handle her'.

'What now?' she asked me angrily. 

'I want to watch jijaji fuck Sarit in her gaand first, thereafter my gaand is at your disposal,' I said smiling disarmingly. 

'Any objections?' she asked her partners in crime. They nodded. Then turning to Sarit inquired, 'Sarit, what about you?' 

'It is okay with me,' Sarit shrugged and took the gaand fuck position again. 

'Sarit, don't be scared, I will be very gentle,' jijaji said reassuring Sarit. 

'No Abhi, not you! You deflowered her therefore let Mohan take her asshole cherry,' Madhu didi commanded, 'Rashmi, is it okay with you that Mohan takes Sarit's asshole cherry?' 

'Yes, good idea,' Rashmi didi replied, 'Abhi, can fuck Adi's virgin gaand. This way both will have a cherry each of our sisters'.

I watched intently as jiju applied vaseline on Sarit's rear entrance. First he greased her puckered hole from outside. Then taking a blob of vaseline on his fingers, inserted one then two fingers in Sarit's gaand and rotated them. 

'Oh, jiju it feels so good,' Sarit moaned. 

In the meanwhile Madhu didi applied vaseline on jiju's lund (cock). 'Sarit, are you ready?' Jiju asked. 

'Yes,' Sarit said cheerfully. Jiju placed his cock on Sarit's gaand and holding her firmly pressed forward. The wrinkles of her asshole smoothened under the pressure and the tip of jiju's cock was no longer visible. 

'God! It is hurting,' Sarit groaned. 

Slowly the tip of jiju's cock entered her asshole. 

'JIJU STOP! GOD JIJU YOU ARE HURTING ME,' Sarit screamed, 'PLEASE DIDI, ASK HIM TO STOP'. 

'Sarit relax, just a few more seconds of pain then it will be all pleasure,' Rashmi didi said soothingly. 

The top half of jiju's phallus was now inside Sarit's gaand. 

'NOOOOO. I CAN'T STAND THE PAIN. I DON'T WANT MY ASSHOLE FUCKED,' Sarit shouted in pain, 'ADI WAS RIGHT. IT IS TERRIBLE. OH JIJU, STOAAAAAAYYYYYIIIIIEEEEE'. Sarit screamed as her sphincter gave way and half of jiju's cock buried itself inside her asshole. One hard push and jiju's cock was fully inside. 

Jiju started to pump her asshole. Poor Sarit wept and groaned loudly with pain. I watched jiju push his cock in and out of Sarit's butt with rapt attention. I had never seen anything like this before. On each outward stroke her asshole clinging to jiju's cock was pulled out and when he pushed the cock in, the asshole went in with it. It was so fascinating that I watched hypnotized. 

Suddenly I noted a change in Sarit's groans. On listening carefully, I was shocked. Sarit was no longer groaning with pain but moaning with pleasure. I was quite confused. Was she really enjoying herself despite all the pain she had suffered? 

It was only now that I noticed that Jiju while fucking her butt was simultaneously rubbing her cunt with one hand. 'Of course it is the cunt rubbing she is enjoying, not the butt fuck,' I thought dismissing her moans of pleasure from my mind. 

'YES JIJU, DON'T SPARE MY GAAND, GIVE IT TO ME HARD,' Sarit shouted encouraging jiju. 

Jiju's stroked her faster and harder.

'HARDER, JIJU HARDER. GOD, I AM ABOUT TO CUM,' Sarit yelled, 'OH, JUST A FEW STROKES MORE. YESSSSSS I AMMM THERE, OHHHHH I AMMMMM CCOOMMIIINNNNGGGG,' as Jiju plunged his cock deep into her gaand and came with a loud grunt of satisfaction. 

'Oh jiju, it was fantastic,' Sarit panted embracing jiju.

'Okay Adi, now it is your turn,' Madhu didi said. 

'Please didi, spare my gaand,' I pleaded, 'Didn't you hear Sarit shouting for mercy?' 

'Adi, you promised,' Rashmi didi said shaking her forefinger at me. 

'Adi, do it. You will like it,' Sarit said. 

'Sure, I will like it,' I replied sarcastically, 'What about your screams of pain, which are still ringing in my ears?' 

'Yes, it did hurt but then it was so fantastic. I can't describe the feeling it has to be experienced,' Sarit replied. 

'See, I told you that she will back out of her promise,' jiju said with a knowing smile. 

'Don't worry I will handle her,' Madhu didi said, 'Don't worry Abhi will soon have her asshole cherry'. 

'Adi, if you don't get into position by the time I count three, then I will be compelled to ask Abhi to take you by force,' Madhu didi threatened, 'and this time it will be without the benefit of vaseline. One...two...'

'Okay, okay, I am coming. There is no need to count, ' I said capitulating, as I saw no way out of it, 'no harm in trying, is there?'

Nervously I got in position. 'Oh it feels good,' I moaned as jijaji greased my asshole. Then amid lots of screaming and howling on my part, jijaji managed to enter my asshole and started the fuck motion. 

'NIKALO, JIJAJI APNA LUND MERI GAAND MAIN SE NIKALO (TAKE IT OUT. JIJAJI TAKE YOUR COCK OUT OF MY ASSHOLE),' I screamed, 'HAI, MAIN DARD SE MAR JAUINGI (OMIGOSH, I WILL DIE OF PAIN)'. 

'Adi shut up. His cock is already inside you. I am sure it is not hurting you any more,' Madhu didi said laughing.

She was right the pain was minimal now, but I had the future in mind. I knew that later both jiju and jijaji would want to fuck my gaand again and again. I opened my mouth to shout again but Rashmi didi quickly stuffed a pillow in it. Best I could do now was to groan. 

Suddenly, I felt a sensation other than pain. It was a very pleasant sensation. A sensation, I had never experienced before. A sensation, I did not know existed. I was not even sure whether this sensation was in my choot or in my asshole. My whole body started to tingle. To my surprise my choot became soaking wet. 

Jijaji continued to move his cock in and out of my butt. With each stroke the sensation got more and more intense and my choot wetter. I felt an urgent urge to pinch and press my clit. I wanted to cum and cum immediately. My hand moved toward my choot only to find jijaji's fingers were also seeking my clit. Sarit was right. This sensation can't be described it has to be experienced. It was unique.

It felt so lovely that I moaned loudly. 'Didi, Adi is liking it,' Sarit giggled. 

'Yes so it seems,' Rashmi didi said removing the pillow gagging my mouth.

I was rapidly approaching an orgasm. 'JIJAJI RAM IT INTO ME. YESSSSS HARDER,' I screamed. 

Jijaji's strokes were now shorter and harder. I felt his cock expand, stretching my asshole further. He was also about to cum. Then with a loud grunt he pushed the full length of his cock inside me. 

For the first time in my life I felt a man's hot cum spurt into me. Spurt after spurt jijaji filled my asshole with his cum. It felt so good that I, with a loud 'AAAHHHHH', came instantaneously. 

'God, this was good,' jijaji panted withdrawing his cock from my butt, 'I have fucked many assholes in my life before but never such a tight one as Adi's'. 

After jijaji had withdrawn, I remained in butt fuck position savoring this new pleasure I had just experienced. 

'Is that so, I must check it out'. I heard jiju say.

Before I could react jiju, with one hard shove pushed his cock inside my back hole. 

'OOWWWWWAAAAA,' I screamed, 'Damn it jiju, you could have at least warned me'.

'So that you could start to rave and rant again,' he laughed pumping my asshole. 

'That's what you think,' I thought and without replying, I just smiled to myself and lay with closed eyes, waiting eagerly to feel the new sensation again. 

'AAAAYYYYYIIIEEE,' I heard Sarit scream. I opened one eye and saw jijaji cock entering Sarit's asshole.

When we had finished Madhu didi asked, 'Well girls how did you like the second half of your graduation gift?' 

'Oh didi, it was great. We love you,' Sarit and I replied embracing them. 

'It is nice to be appreciated,' they said, 'Now, you four enjoy yourself while we cook dinner'. 

When we were alone, I said to our respected brothers, 'I thought you guys were made of sterner stuff'.

'What does that supposed to mean?' jiju asked surprised. 

'One night without a choot and you fold up like a house of cards,' Sarit said rubbing salt on their wounds.

'Oh that,' jijaji laughed, 'What did they tell you?'

We repeated what our sisters had told us. 

'Don't tell us that they lied because we are not going to believe you,' I warned them. 

'What they told you is correct but it is only part of the story,' jiju said. 

'What is the full story?' Sarit inquired. 

'When Abhi and Rashmi arrived everything was fine but in the evening both our wives confronted us with the fact that they knew we were fucking you,' jiju said, ' but we denied it. For over three hours they kept badgering us with it, but we remained firm in our denial. At last they got tired and said: 'No truth, no choot', and locked us out of their room.




It's A Man's World Ch. 03



Before starting the 3rd part, I give below the last few lines of the 2nd part. 

The following weekend, Sarit and I visited our sisters. I told them what daddy had said. 'Congratulations,' Madhu didi said embracing me, 'Why so morose, you should be happy that you will have a man all to yourself'. 

'In a way I am happy,' I replied, 'but what worries me is what will happen if he finds out that I am not a virgin'. 

'Yes, that could become a real big problem,' Rashmi didi said shaking her head. 

'Is there a way...? Oh jiju this is all because of you, please help me,' I cried in desperation. 

'Adi, I am sorry, I can't return your virginity to you but I promise we will try to come up with something to help you,' jiju replied. 

'God, what shall I do? Best is that I don't marry at all,' I said crying. 

'Don't be stupid. Adi, this way you will make everyone suspicious,' Madhu didi advised, 'Someday you have to marry someone, I suggest if you like the boy say yes and marry him. I have read that the hymen can tear in many other ways also'.

'Yes she is right. In the meanwhile, as Mohan has said, we will try to find a way to help you,' Rashmi didi said, 'now smile and enjoy yourself. Both Mohan and Abhi are raring to go'. 

Now the third part:

Before I proceed any further with my story, let me tell you about marriages in our society. 

We have different types of marriages. Child marriage (though banned but it is still prevalent), forced marriage, run away marriage (elopement), love marriage, shotgun marriage, inter caste/inter religion marriage and arranged marriage. 

It is said that the marriages are made in heaven but in our society, it is the responsibility of the parents to marry off their children. Maybe, this is because we are so many that poor God does not have the time to do it. 

Mine being an arranged marriage, we will discuss it in more detail. The normal modus operandi is that the parents 'arrange' that the boy and girl, to be married, meet and "get to know each other". For this they are allowed fifteen minutes, thirty minutes or an hour max. 

If they say yes, then they are married and thrown into the same bed. On the wedding night the bridegroom fucks the bride. What really happens is that they "get to know each other" only after the first night. By morning, it is too late for them (especially for the woman) to retrace their steps and per force have to do their best to make the marriage work.

Many will find this system unthinkable, but let me tell you that for centuries this system has been successful in 99.9999 percent or more cases. Till recently, the word "divorce" was not to be found in our local dictionary. This the price we had to pay to for taking up the ways of the western world.

Back to the subject. This meeting can take place at the girl's home with only a few near relatives, the boy and his parents being present. Or they can meet in a big party, naturally hosted by the girl's parents (The boys parents first fuck the girls parents, financially of course and then the boy fucks the girl in the real sense of the word "fuck"). They can also meet in a restaurant or in the lobby of a five-star hotel or in the house of a common friend. My father chose to give a big party. 

'Why a big party? It is so expensive,' mummy complained, 'Why not just a small intimate gathering?' 

'Seema, in a party the children will be able to interact in an informal atmosphere, away from the watchful and impatient gaze of their parents,' daddy replied, 'besides, I need to invite many of my business associates and personal friends. I will be killing two birds with one stone. Don't worry about the expense. In the end it will work out to be cheaper'. 

There was a big discussion as to what I should wear. My mummy wanted me to wear a heavy silk sari with a diamond necklace, matching earrings and a solitaire ring but I insisted that I would like to wear something light in which I am comfortable. 

'She would look so underdressed,' mummy complained to daddy. 

'Let her wear what she wants. Seema, the younger generation does not like to dress up like we did,' daddy explained and consoled her by adding, 'You can dress her up as you like when she gets married'. 

So I ended up wearing a light silk sari, a pearl string with earrings and a single pearl ring. 

Please don't misjudge my mummy. She is nice and loves me very much. Her problem is that she is a bit orthodox. She hates wasteful expenditure and detests big parties. 

The party was on the lawns of our house. About a hundred guests were expected. I wanted to invite Sarit and few more friends but my father shot it down. 

'No,' he decreed, 'Aditi this is not the right occasion to call your friends'. 

I understood his concern. What if the boy likes one of my friends and not me? 

'But daddy, I must have someone to talk to,' I pleaded. 

After a lot of discussion, we arrived at a compromise, just Sarit and no one else. 

On the night of the party Sarit and I sat on the verandah (Did I tell you that the verandah was two feet higher than the level of the lawn). I positioned my chair such that I could watch the entrance and also have an overview of the guests 

The guests started to arrive. I knew or had seen most of the guests who arrived. A young man, who could be Amit, did not accompany the ones I didn't recognize. Half an hour into the party, I espied a group of four, two men accompanied by a lady and a young man, arrive. They are the ones I concluded. Both the older men bore a remarkable resemblance to each other and were apparently brothers. Daddy and mummy greeted them warmly. 

Ten minutes later, daddy escorted the young man to where we were sitting. He was tall, slim and was dressed in a dark suit with a yellow power tie. Mummy was right, he was very handsome. Seeing them coming towards us Sarit gasped, 'Wow! Adi, he is groovy'. 

'Aditi, this is Amit,' daddy said introducing the young man. After exchanging the usual greetings, I invited him to join us and introduced Sarit to him. After few minutes daddy said, 'You youngsters get to know each other but excuse me, as I have other guests to look after,' and hurried off. 

Amit spent about half an hour with us, discussing different subjects before he also excused himself. 

'Adi, you are very lucky, he is sooo handsome,' Sarit sighed. 

I barely heard her as my eyes followed Amit. Amit went straight to his father and taking him aside said something to him. Mr. Rudra looked shocked. An animated discussion, more of an argument I would say, followed. Mrs. Rudra also joined them. It was mostly one-sided affair. Most of the time Mr. and Mrs. Rudra spoke. Amit would listen to them and then shake his head. Mr. and Mrs. Rudra would start to talk again but with the same result. Suddenly Mr. Rudra threw up his hands in "do as you please gesture" and Amit walked off. 

Catching daddy's eye, Mr. Rudra beckoned to him. Both mummy and daddy joined them. Mr. Rudra said something to my daddy. Daddy's shoulders slumped. Mummy dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief, a sure sign that she was about to cry. 

So, Amit did not like me. 'Mummy, please don't cry. It is no big deal,' my heart cried out to her, 'There are thousands of other and better fishes in the pond'. 

I tried to locate Amit but could not spot him. When I glanced towards the group again, I saw that Sarit's parents had also joined them. Omigosh, this was fast turning into a meeting of the UN General Assembly. Only person missing was Amit's uncle. Oh, oh, I think I spoke too soon. There he comes too.

Daddy was speaking to Sarit's parents but both of them were shaking their heads vigorously. The uncle had joined them. Mr. Rudra spoke to him. He smiled broadly and said something to them. Whatever he said put the smiles back on everybody's face. 

Daddy looked happy and mummy stopped dabbing at her eyes. Sarit's parents nodded in approval. Walking away from the group, Mr. Rudra and his brother whipped out their cell phones and the group broke up. 

All what I have described above did not take more than ten or fifteen minutes. 

'Adi, are you listening to me or are you already dreaming about Amit?' Sarit said nudging me. 

'How can I, with you chattering away in my ear?' I replied going on the offensive. 

Sarit was not to be stopped. She continued to praise Amit to high heaven. Her unceasing chatter started to irritate me. 'Sarit, If you like him so much then why don't you marry him?' I said rudely. 

'Given half a chance, I would,' Sarit giggled shamelessly. 

Half an hour later, dinner was served. Sarit and I went to look after the guests. 

'Adi, look who is here?' Sarit grinned, poking her finger into my ribs. I saw Amit making a beeline for us. 

'Is he some kind of a nut?' I thought because he had changed his clothes. He was now dressed in a smart denim shirt and jeans. Coming up to us he said, 'Hi Aditi, I am...'. 

'We know who you are,' Sarit interrupted him. 

'You do, but unfortunately I have not had the pleasure of meeting you before,' Amit said smiling disarmingly. 

'Omigosh, he is a nut with a very short memory,' I thought amending my earlier impression. 

'This is Sarit, my friend,' I said, introducing Sarit again. 

'So you are Sarit,' Amit said inspecting her from head to toe. 

'Yes, I am Sarit from top to bottom,' Sarit replied aggressively. 

'And quite lot of you too!' Amit laughed staring at her oversized bosom. Poor Sarit could not do anything except blush. 

'Sorry, I did not mean to embarrass you,' he apologized good-naturedly. 

'Never mind, I am used to it,' Sarit brushing aside his apology and joined in our conversation. 

Amit was a transformed man. Earlier in the evening, he was stiff and formal but now, with change of clothes his manner had also undergone a sea change. He was now relaxed and informal. For the first time, I felt at ease in his presence. 

Suddenly remembering my duties as the hostess, I asked, 'Have you eaten?' 

'No, but I am going to,' he replied, 'What do you recommend?' 

'Everything is very tasty,' Sarit piped up, then tongue firmly in the cheek added, 'Don't forget to check out the Kheer (a dessert, usually made of milk, rice, sugar and dry fruits), our Adi stirred it a couple of times while it cooked'. 

'Is that so? Then I must taste it right away,' Amit said and walked off to get some. He returned with a big bowl of Kheer. 

'B..But that is for dessert, shouldn't you eat dinner first?' I asked seeing the bowl of Kheer in his hands. 

'Don't worry, I love Kheer. It is my favorite dessert. I will eat dinner after I have finished this delicious Kheer' Amit replied. 

'I hope it is sweet enough?' Sarit asked mischievously. 

'No, not as sweet as your friend here,' Amit replied looking at me with a naughty twinkle in his eyes. It was now my turn to blush. 

Later, we were so engrossed in our conversation that we did not realize how late it was, till Mrs. Rudra said, 'Come son, it is time to go home'. The Rudra's were among the last guests to leave. 

That night I did not sleep well. I kept churning the events of the evening in my mind over and over again. 

'Adi, what have you decided?' mummy asked me at breakfast the next morning. 

'It is an important decision,' daddy said, 'Seema give her time'. 

'It's all right daddy. I have given the matter a great deal of thought but I am very confused. I don't know what to think,' I replied, 'In the evening Amit was stiff and formal but later he was relaxed and made me feel at ease. It was like meeting two different persons'. 

'Adi, they were two different persons,' mummy said. 

'Mummy, please don't make fun of me. I am confused enough,' I said. 

'I think she really doesn't know,' mummy said to daddy. 

'You mean Shamit didn't tell you?' daddy exclaimed. 

'Daddy for God's sake stop talking in riddles,' I replied, 'Now who is this Shamit?' 

'Shamit is Amit's twin brother. They are both identical twins,' daddy explained, 'Wait! Let me tell you what happened last evening. After Amit talked to you, he told his father that he wanted to marry Sarita (remember my father always used full names) and not you. They tried to persuade him but he would not relent'. 

'Mr. Rudra was very apologetic about the whole affair,' daddy continued, 'I requested Romesh (Sarit's father) to accept Amit's decision and marry Sarita to him but Romesh and Lila said, 'No Ravi, please don't insist. You know, we can't think of Sarit's marriage till Adi is fixed up'. 

'We did not know what to do till Amit's uncle reminded Mr. Rudra about Shamit, Amit's twin. In all the excitement Mr. Rudra had forgotten about Shamit. They then asked Shamit to come. The person you talked to at dinner was Shamit and not Amit'.

'Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?' I asked getting annoyed. 

'Because we ourselves did not know and later we assumed that Shamit must have told you,' daddy replied. 

Thinking back I realized that Shamit did try to introduce himself but Sarit had interrupted him saying that we knew who he was. He must have taken for granted that my parents had told me. This also explained the change of clothes and his not recognizing Sarit. 

'This explains a lot of things that had puzzled me,' I replied. 

'Aditi, what is your decision now? Did you like Shamit?' daddy asked, 'From the way you spoke of him earlier I got the impression that you did'. 

'I will do what you say,' I replied blushing. 

'No Aditi, not what I say,' daddy said, 'It is a very important decision and you have to decide whether you want to marry Shamit or not. What is your answer yes or no?' 

'Yes,' I said softly lowering my eyes.

'Good girl. You have made your mummy and me very happy,' daddy said, 'like Amit, Shamit is also a good boy and I am sure you will be happy with him. Now I must convey the good news to Romesh'. 

Daddy phoned him. I could hear only his side of the conversation. 'Romesh, it is me Ravi. I have talked to Aditi and she has said yes'. 'Yes, yes to Shamit who else'. 'Thank you, now you talk to Sarita about Amit'. 'Okay, I am waiting for your call,' he said and rang off. 

An hour later Romesh uncle called back. 'That is good news. Our congratulations to Lila and you'. 'You have? What did he say?' 'It is yes from their side also'. 'Good that suits me too'. 'Okay, we will discuss the details when we meet this evening'. 'Bye,' daddy said replacing the receiver. 

'Aditi, Sarit has also said yes. Romesh has also talked to Mr. Rudra and it is yes from their side also. They are keen for an early marriage, which suits us too,' daddy said to me. 

Later I was told that it would be a double wedding and it will be solemnized on the tenth day after Holi at Sarit's house. 

That evening I went to see Sarit. 'Hi Sarit, I hear someone is getting married,' I grinned. 

'I have also heard that someone else is also getting married,' Sarit giggled. 

We both laughed and embraced each other. 'Oh Sarit I am so happy,' I said happily. 

'So am I,' Sarit replied beaming with happiness, 'Do you realize that even after marriage we will remain together?' 

A week later I went out on my first date with Shamit. We took in a movie and then decided to eat dinner. During dinner Shamit asked, 'Adi, I hope you are happy. About our getting married I mean'. 

This was my opportunity to find out why Amit chose Sarit. Therefore instead of replying, I posed a question, 'Are you happy to marry someone who was rejected?' 

'Rejected? Who says...oh you mean Amit. Don't take that seriously. Sometimes Amit acts very childishly,' Shamit replied, 'Let me tell you what happened. When papa asked me to come to your house immediately, I knew something was wrong. I also knew that Amit was supposed to go there and why. So I rang up Amit'. 

'Amit said that you were very nice and he liked you but he preferred Sarit. He urged me to go saying, "Shamit you'll like her. She is just your type". On my inquiry why he liked Sarit more he just laughed and said you will know when you see her'.

He was right. As soon as I laid eyes on Sarit I knew. You see Amit is very enamoured by ...er...how shall I put it...yes...with women with lots of oomph and Sarit is a world champion in this department. You know what I mean?' 

I nodded.

'Well, to be completely frank, the moment Amit saw Sarit's loaded upper deck, you stood no chance with him' Shamit concluded . 

'And what about you?' I asked. 

'Me? I don't give much importance to physical attributes. I found you pretty and a very nice person to talk to, so I said yes,' Shamit grinned, 'now tell me are you happy?' 

'Of course I am happy,' I replied, 'I was just joking'. 

The first thing I did the next morning was to visit Sarit. She was still in bed reading. I grabbed her boobs and pressed them hard. 

'AOWA! Stop squeezing my tits it hurts besides you will make me horny,' Sarit squealed. 

Then I told her what Shamit had said. 

'Thank God these big mountains have at last done me a favor. Actually I had come to hate them. Everybody stares at them and passes snide remarks but now that they have helped me get a nice husband, I love them,' Sarit said caressing her boobs lovingly. The result was, we both landed in the shower. 

After that day we always double dated. Shamit and Amit looked so alike that it was difficult to tell them apart, especially when they wore similar clothes, which they usually did. To be on the safe side I made it a point to latch on to the one who came to pick me up and prayed that he was the right one. 

One morning after a very confusing date the previous evening I said, 'Sarit what will you do if the wrong one comes to your bed?' 

'If I don't know that he is the wrong one then I will welcome him with open arms and legs,' she replied, 'and you?' 

'Me too,' I laughed, 'now suppose your intuition told you that he was the wrong one?' 

'You know, I never could trust my intuition. I will let him fuck me feigning ignorance,' Sarit giggled, 'What about you? You are a great one to follow your instincts'.

'In this case I think, I will ignore my intuition,' I laughed, 'I find a change of cock very exciting'. 

'Oh, how I wish it happens. It will be just like jijaji and jiju fucking us together,' Sarit said. 

'They are very close to each other, who knows our dream might come true,' I giggled. 

The M-day was fast approaching. We all shifted to Sarit's house a week before the wedding day. Madhu didi and Rashmi didi came much earlier but jjiju and jijaji arrived only three days before the event. 

The morning after their arrival all four of them came to Sarit's room. 'How are the brides to be feeling?' jiju asked. 

'Nervous as hell,' I replied. 

'Jiju, did you find a solution to Adi's problem? Now it is my problem too,' Sarit asked. 

'I am afraid nothing useful,' jiju replied. 

'Then what shall we do?' I asked perplexed. 

'Only thing I can suggest is, act like virgins about to have sex for the first time,' Madhu didi replied. 

'Yes, bashful and timid. Protest but not too much and leave the rest to The Almighty and to your husband's cock,' Rashmi didi added with a naughty smile. 

'One more thing when the cock is about to enter your choot then press your buttock cheeks together, it might give a semblance of resistance,' jijaji suggested. 

'This is how I see it. There are only three possibilities,' jiju analyzed, 'First, if it is your husband's first time then he will be so eager to get inside you that he will not notice anything amiss. Second, if he is experienced but has never deflowered a girl then also it is possible he might not notice the absence of your hymen. Third, if he is experienced and has deflowered a virgin or two before then only thing you can do is to pray and hope for the best'. 




It's A Man's World Ch. 03



'This gives you a 84% chance to get away with it,' jijaji said after a quick mental calculation. 

'Anyway, if they do say something then just deny everything,' Madhu didi advised, 'They can never prove it'. This brought the smile back on our faces. 

'All right girls, now would you like Mohan and Abhi to fuck you for the last time?' Rashmi didi asked, 'I know that their cocks are very keen to say goodbye to your cunts'. 

I looked inquiringly at Sarit. She nodded, 'Why not? Their cock can't do more harm than what they have already done'. Then jijaji and jiju fucked us for the next two hours.

'One more thing, I noticed that within minutes you both start to moan. Don't do that on your wedding night. Remember you have just lost your cherry. Wait for your third or the fourth fuck before you show signs of pleasure,' Rashmi didi advised after jiju and jijaji had finished fucking us. 

Later Sarit and I discussed the issue and agreed that the suggested course was the best one to follow. 

Our wedding was a grand affair. Nearly thousand guests attended it. Everyone said that the brides looked very pretty in their wedding attire. What they did not realize that I nearly died under the weight of the dress and tons of jewelry that my mother insisted, I wear. 

After the marriage ceremony, Sarit and I returned to our room. We were now no longer Miss Aditi Razdan and Miss Sarita Singh but Mrs. Shamit Rudra and Mrs. Amit Rudra. 

As per local custom, Sarit and I left for our new home with the bridegroom's party, on the morning after the wedding day. We traveled by car, as their farm was just three hours drive from the city. 

We arrived around noon. The farmhouse was a large sprawling structure, built in 19th century style. After some more ceremonies we entered the farmhouse. The rooms were large and comfortably furnished with ethnic furniture and thick Persian carpets. The d‚cor reeked of money, confirming that they were very rich. 

'Sarit, Adi please come with us,' Shamit said, 'we will introduce you to the family'.

'These are our parents,' Amit said, 'You have met them before but never really met them'. We touched their feet and they blessed us. 

'This is our chachu (also chacha = uncle, father's younger brother). Nobody remembers his real name. Everyone, including my father, calls him chachu. Even the servants call him chachu sahib. The only exception is mama, who calls him dewarji (brother, husband's younger brother). This I think is to keep reminding him that her husband is older to him and the boss,' Amit smiled introducing us to the gentleman, whom I had seen at the party. 

'He is a great guy. A happy go lucky type. His only complaint with life is that he arrived late in this world,' Shamit chuckled, 'Had he been born five minutes earlier then he would have been numero uno and we would have been his lowly slaves'. 

'In our family, the eldest son is the heir to the throne and the rest of the horde following him are of no importance,' Amit explained seeing our bewildered look added, 'You see it was his misfortune to be born four minutes after our father'. 

'So they are also twins,' I thought and seeing him alone wondered where his wife was. 

Shamit must have read my mind because just then he said, 'Chachu is not married. Didn't Amit say he was a lucky man?'. 

'Enough boys,' chachu said firmly, then smiling at us added, 'may God bless you both and welcome to the House of Rudra's. Don't pay too much attention to what these two rascals say. Remember, if they trouble you too much then tell me, I will whip them into line again'.

'Meet Mrs. Amba Golda, our beloved elder sister,' Amit said with a wave of his hand, 'She married Mr. Shammi Golda five years ago and now lives in the US of A'. 

'Our respected jijaji is not here. He has only two passions in life. One is making money, which is the main reason for his absence. And the result of his second passion is before you, meet A, B, and C here,' Shamit said pointing to three cute little kids hanging on to the sari of our sister, 'and D is on the way'. 

'Don't listen to these rogues,' Amba said hugging and kissing us, 'Welcome to our crazy family. Shammi wanted to be here to personally welcome you into the family but unfortunately something important came up'. 

'Hold it big sister, we know how jijaji has welcomed you in his family,' Amit laughed staring pointedly at the three kids and her protruding stomach, 'We don't require any help in this direction and when the time comes, we will do all the required welcoming ourselves'.

After the introductions were over lunch was served. It was an informal affair. Everyone laughed and joked. It was evident that they all loved each other very much. 

'Aditi, Sarita please come with me,' our mother said after lunch was over. She led us to a large room where two young girls were waiting. The room was furnished as a sitting cum dining room. 

'These are your private rooms. Normally the family eats together but should you like to entertain your personal friends then you can do it here also,' she said then pointing to two doors added, 'That room is Shamit's and the other one is Amit's'. 

'Yes mama,' we murmured. She beckoned to the two girls. 

'Aditi, this is Basanti,' she said singling out the prettier one, 'She will be your personal maid and Sarita, Shanti here will serve'. 

'Wow! A maid all to myself,' I thought, 'I think I am going to like it here'. 

'You two, serve them loyally and obey them as you would obey me,' I heard mother saying to the maids, 'and don't forget what I have told you earlier'.

'Ji malkin (Yes mistress),' they replied obediently. 

'I suggest that you both rest now. Don't worry, the twins will not trouble you. It has been a long day for you,' she said, then with a naughty twinkle in her eyes added, 'and I am sure that you have a longer night ahead of you'. 

'Yes mama,' we replied blushing. 

'Don't stand there gaping like apes,' she said sternly to the maids, 'Show your new mistress to their rooms,' and turned to leave. As she reached the door she stopped. 

'Yes, another thing,' she said turning around, 'Be ready by eight. A few personal friends are coming for dinner and they would like to meet you. Don't stand on formality, wear something light and comfortable'. 

The bedroom was large with attached dressing room and bathroom. Like the rest of the house it was tastefully furnished. 

'Malkin (Mistress), would you like to change?' Basanti asked respectfully. 

'Basanti what had mama told you earlier?' I asked out of curiosity. 

For a moment Basanti hesitated but then said, 'Only that we should obey you without question and see that you are comfortable'.

'Are you sure?' I probed as I thought there was an undertone of threat in mama's voice.

'Yes mistress that was all,' Basanti replied, 'Would you like to change?'

'No Basanti, I am much too tired. I only want to lie down, ' I replied lying down on the bed. Basanti kneeled on the floor by the bed and started to press my feet. I don't recall when I drifted into sound sleep. 

Next thing I remember was that Basanti was trying to wake me by tickling the soles of my feet with a feather. 'Malkin, please get up, it is nearly seven,' Basanti said. 

I shook the sleep out of eyes and yawned, 'Is it really so late?' 

'Yes malkin. Would you like a cup of tea?' Basanti inquired. 

'Yes, that would be nice,' I told her. 

Few minutes later she brought a steaming cup of tea. 

'I have unpacked your bags while you were asleep,' she said. 

After a long hot shower I felt relaxed. I chose a sky blue chiffon sari with matching blouse to wear and a light blue sapphire necklace to go with it. After I got ready I asked, 'Basanti how do I look?' 

'Malkin you look beautiful,' she replied. 

'Basanti, for God's sake stop calling me malkin,' I said getting irritated, 'I am not much older than you are and if you have to address me then call me didi'. 

'As you like malkin,' was her reply. 

'Didi, Basanti, didi' I said laughing. 

Sarit was waiting for me. She looked gorgeous in her blood red sari and a light ruby necklace. 

At thirty minutes past eight we entered the drawing room. Mother had said a few personal friends but as per my estimate at least hundred persons were present. 

It was nearly eleven when we four returned to our rooms. 'You change while Amit and I have a smoke,' Shamit suggested. 

Basanti was waiting for me. She had laid out a sexy, near transparent nightie for me to wear but I chose a regular cotton night suit. 'Didi, you are not going to wear that, it is your wedding night,' Basanti said expressing her disapproval. 

'Yes Basanti, I feel more comfortable in a night suit than in...in that,' I replied pointing to the sheer nightie and slipped into bed to wait for Shamit. 

I did not have to wait for long. Ten minutes later Shamit entered the room and Basanti quietly slipped out. 

'I'll be with you in a minute but first let me change into some thing more comfortable,' he said going to the bathroom,

When he emerged, he was wearing just pajama bottoms with nothing on top. 'He is already undressed for tonight's action,' I thought smiling to myself. 

'At last we are alone,' he smiled getting into bed. 

'Oh Adi, you are so pretty,' he said taking me in his arms. He then proceeded to kiss me all over my face and on my lips. Except for blushing, I did not respond. 

'Adi my dear, don't you think I deserve at least a kiss, after all it is our wedding night?' Shamit complained puckering his lips. Blushing, I kissed him lightly on his lips. 

Shamit pressed his lips on mine and as I responded feebly, he cupped my tits and squeezed them tenderly. 

'Oh, please don't,' I whispered catching his hand. 

'Darling, please let me,' he said easily freeing his hand from my grip. 

'Oh! They are so firm. I am sure they are also very beautiful,' he said and started to unbutton my pajama top. 

'What are you doing?' I said alarmed, 'please don't undress me'.

'I must see and kiss your beautiful boobs,' Shamit replied pulling off my pajama top. 

'Oh! It is so embarrassing. Please switch off the light at least,' I blushed covering my face with my hands. 

'Darling if I switch off the light then how will I see your beautiful body,' Shamit replied and commenced to kiss my boobs and suck my hard nipples. I shut my eyes and let him do as he pleased. It felt so good, with great difficulty I managed not to moan with pleasure. 

While sucking my nipples he pushed his hand inside my pajamas and caressed my choot. I tried to stop him but he persisted. Suddenly he squeezed my swollen clit. 

'Omigosh! What are you doing?' I said jumping ten inches in the air. 

'Nothing that I shouldn't be doing on our wedding night my love,' he replied pressing his lips on mine. While kissing me he lifted my bottoms and slid my pajamas off. I was now completely naked. 

'Oh, how beautiful you look. You are even prettier than I had imagined,' Shamit whispered, 'I wanted to see your sexy body from the moment we met. I think the wait has been well worth it'. 

Murmuring words of praise, Shamit started to kiss my whole body. When I felt him kissing my choot, I whispered, 'Oh! Please not there, it is dirty'. This did not deter him. He separated my lower lips and licked my pussy. God, it felt good but thank God after a few minutes he stopped. 

Through half closed eyes I watched him take off his pajama bottoms freeing his erect cock. It was about the same size as jiuj and jijaji. Without any further delay he got on top of me. As if on cue, I pressed my thighs tightly together. 

'Adi my darling, open your thighs and make place for me,' he whispered rubbing his cock between my lower lips. Hesitatingly I spread my legs. I felt the swollen knob of his hot cock at the entrance of my choot. Slowly he pushed the head inside me. 

'Oh! What are you doing?' I whispered pressing my buttocks together but he pressed on. 

'Please stop! You are hurting me,' I pleaded struggling feebly to free myself from his tight grip. 

'FOR GOD'S SAKE LET ME GO. YOU ARE HURTING ME. NO, NO OH GOD IT IS HURTING AAUOOOAAAA...' I screamed as whole of his cock slid deep into my wet choot. 

Cutting off my scream of pain by pressing his lips on mine, he started to fuck me with hard strokes. Soon I felt the good feeling come over me. My whole body tingled with pleasure. I let my mind wander and bit my lips to keep from moaning. 

His strokes became harder and faster. I was also fast approaching an orgasm. He seemed to be in a hurry to finish. His strokes became shorter and shorter. 

'God no! He is about to finish before me,' I thought. 

Just then with a loud grunt of satisfaction, Shamit rammed his cock deep into my choot and exploded. This was the first time in my life that I felt a man's hot cum fill my choot. The sensation created by Shamit's cock spurting cum into my choot, pushed me over the edge and with a soft sigh I came. 

Shamit took me two more times that night. During the third fuck, I came three times moaning and sighing loudly, before he shot his cum into me. After the fuck was over, I snuggled up to him and fell asleep in his arms. 

When I opened my eyes in the morning I saw Shamit gazing at me. 'Good morning my sleeping beauty,' he smiled brightly at me. 

'Good morning,' I replied sleepily rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. 

'Adi, have I told you before that you are really very beautiful,' he said caressing my bare tits. 

Suddenly I realized that I was completely naked and tried to cover myself. 'Don't! Let me do it,' he said getting on top of me. I spread my legs invitingly. He shoved his hard cock inside my cock thirsty choot and started to fuck me with slow long strokes. 

'Oh! It feels soooo good,' I moaned. 

'Lagta hai ab chudai main mazaa aa raga hai (I see that you are enjoying fucking now?),' he chuckled softly. 

'Haan bahut achcha lug raha hai (Yes it is lovely),' I replied. 

He continued the in and out movement. 'Y..HES! Y..HES! GIVE IT TO ME MY DARLING. GO ON HARDER AND FASTER,' I shouted but to my utter surprise he stopped. '

'Kya hua ruk kyon gaye? Aur chodo na (Why have you stopped? Fuck me more),' I pleaded. 

'I will. I only wanted to hear you say that,' he grinned and recommenced to stroke my choot. 

Soon the good feeling returned. My whole body tingled with pleasurable sensation. My hips moved in rhythm of his strokes fucking him back. His strokes became shorter and faster. I was also approaching my orgasm. My body arched. 

'Y..HES! Y..HES! GO ON. RAM IT INTO ME. GOD! I AM NEARLY THERE. Y...HES FEW MORE HARD STROKES. Y...HES I AM CUMMING. OHHHHH SSSHHHHAAAAAMMMMEEEEETTTTTT,' I shouted and fell back gasping for breath. 

Few strokes later Shamit filled my choot with his cum. For few minutes we lay kissing each other savoring the intense sensations we had just experienced. 

When the kiss broke, Shamit rang the call bell and suggested, 'Let us have some hot tea'. I hastily covered our naked bodies with a sheet. 

Few minutes later Basanti, blushing sweetly, entered with a tray with tea makings, biscuits and seasonal fruits. After placing the tray on my bedside table made a quick exit. 

'Poor Basanti, it must be very embarrassing for her to see us like this,' I giggled. 

'Now for something more substantial,' Shamit said after we had refreshed ourselves and started to eat my pussy but stopped after a few licks. 

'Why have you stopped? It felt so nice' I inquired, after a brief pause added, 'sorry, maybe you didn't like it?' 

'No, no I love eating pussy, but your stupid bush keeps getting into my nose. I wish you would do something about it,' he said tugging at my pubic hair lightly. 

We had one more glorious fuck before getting up. 

It was nearly eleven o'clock when I was alone with Sarit. 'How did it go?' I asked. 

'Oh Adi, it was heavenly. Amit fucked me four times last night. In the morning he said, 'Sarit, my lund (cock) wants to say good morning to your choot (cunt)' and fucked me again. Adi, believe me, I am deliriously happy, which girl in her right mind won't be, with a personal maid to do your bidding during the day and a virile husband to fuck you silly at night,' Sarit giggled, bubbling with happiness. 

'Of course, you are happy and so am I,' I replied, 'but what I wanted to know was: Did Amit notice that your hymen was missing?' 

'Oh, about that. I don't think he noticed. I even managed a to scream when he entered my choot for the first time. What about you?' Sarit giggled. 

'I don't think he noticed it either. I think we are home dry,' I replied grinning broadly. 

We then exchanged notes as to what all happened last night. 'Amit loved every inch of my body, specially my boobs. He could not stop kissing and handling them. Only thing he complained about was the hair growing on my choot. I am going to remove them later'. 

'Omigosh Sarit, both the brothers have similar tastes. Shamit also wants me to do away with my bush. He said it keeps getting into his nose,' I laughed. 

The following night Shamit was very pleased when he saw my bald choot. 'I am so glad that you got rid of those ugly hairs. Look, how beautiful your choot looks now,' he said and licked my choot till I came four times. 

After we had fucked two times, he insisted that I suck his cock. Initially I refused point blank but later on I let myself be persuaded. It was nice to feel a cock in my mouth again and taste cum. By the fifth morning Shamit had despite my protests fucked me in my asshole also. On comparing notes with Sarit I found that Amit had also followed a similar timetable. 

On the fifth morning Amit announced, 'Ladies, today we are going to give you a conducted tour of the farm. We will carry our lunch. We will be back only in the evening'. 

'I suggest you change into something light and comfortable. It can get pretty hot out there in the afternoon,' Shamit suggested. 

We drove around for hours passing through several villages. The villagers stopped our car to greet the twins. They were very excited to see Sarit and me. 

The news that the twins were showing their brides the farm spread like wild fire. Normally fifteen to twenty families lived in a village. Vast fields, where they worked, surrounded their huts. The villagers left their work and came to greet us. 

Later as the news spread the workers, cheering us flanked the road of every village we passed through. At many places the villagers forced us to stop and insisted that we have refreshments with them.

'God, I am already full,' Sarit said when we stopped for lunch under a big shady mango tree. 

'Do all these people work for you?' I asked. 

'Yes, barring the children nearly 90% of them,' Shamit replied. 

As Sarit and I unpacked the lunch, the boys lit a cigarette. 'Shamit, it seems that chachu is in for a very enjoyable afternoon,' Amit chuckled. 

'How can you say that?' I inquired. 

'Do you see that tonga (a horse pulled, two wheel light vehicle) with two pretty girls sitting in it?' Amit said pointing towards it. 

'Yes, what about them?' Sarit asked. 

'Radhey, the man in livery driving the tonga, is chachu's personal servant. He is taking them to him. I bet he is camping not far from here,' Amit explained. 

'What do mean taking them to him? Who are these women, are they whores?' I asked. 

'No, they are not whores, but are wives of the workers,' Shamit replied.

'Are you saying that chachu is...? Sarit said leaving her question unfinished.

'Haan, chachu aaj inhain chod chod kar inki choot ka keema bana dega (Yes, chachu is going to fuck them silly today),' Amit laughed. 

'How do you know that?' Sarit asked. 

'How do we know, because we have spent many an afternoon with him fucking the worker's wives, that's how,' Amit chuckled. 




It's A Man's World Ch. 03



'Don't the women mind?' I asked.

'Mind? Not at all, can't you see how happy they look?' Amit replied.

'Sure they look happy but what I can't understand is why?' Sarit said. 

'Let me explain. Chachu is very well endowed. The women love his cock; they even vie with each other to be chosen. I am told that they even go to the extent of bribing Radhey, so that he picks them,' Amit clarified. 

'If this is true then your farm must be littered with his children,' I giggled.

'No, luckily chachu can't make children. As a child he caught an infection, which made his sperm sterile. This is why, so we have heard, he did not marry,' Shamit replied.

'B..but what about their husbands, don't they object?' I inquired. 

'No, they don't, they are loyal to us and are proud that their master likes their women folk,' Shamit replied. 

'You call this loyalty? I don't,' Sarit said. 

'Let me tell you a story to illustrate my point,' Shamit said, 'About two decades ago chachu was riding through the fields inspecting the crops. He met our servant Jamroo, trudging along slowly in his bullock cart. You have not met him yet but will when we go to the city. For your information he is Basanti's father'. 

'Jamroo, I haven't seen you for some days, where have you been?' chachu inquired. 

'Master, I had gone to mys home to fetch my bride,' Jamroo replied respectfully pointing to a woman with a long veil, sitting in the rear. 

'Your bride? I didn't even know that you were married,' chachu said, surprised.

'Master, I was married when both of us were still children. Now that Rama is eighteen, I am bringing her home for the first time,' Jamroo said, adding, 'Rama, touch our master's feet'. 

As Rama struggled to get down from the bullock cart her veil slipped. Rama was very beautiful. 'Wow! Jamroo, your bride is really very pretty,' chachu exclaimed. Rama blushed prettily and quickly covered her face again. 

Couple of hours later when chachu reached home, he found Jamroo waiting for him at the gate. 'Jamroo, what are you doing here, you should be at home enjoying your beautiful bride?' he said, then seeing the empty bullock cart added, 'Where is she?' 

'Master she is waiting for you in your room. She will not give you any trouble, I have explained everything to her,' Jamroo replied bowing low. 

For a minute chachu stared unbelievingly at Jamroo. 

'Jamroo you are a good man. I'll call you when I want you,' chachu said and hurried to his chambers. 

For ten days chachu banged her without leaving his rooms. On the eleventh day he called Jamroo and rewarded him liberally, saying, 'Jamroo, I am very pleased with her, now take her with you and enjoy yourself'. 

'What do you call this? I call it loyalty,' Shamit said concluding. 

'Does papa also screw the workers women folk?' Sarit asked without replying to Shamit's query.

'Oh yes. On several occasions we have seen women going to his rooms,' Amit said. 

'Mama must be knowing about this, how come she tolerates this?' I asked. 

'Of course she knows but she does not mind,' Amit said, 'once I overheard her telling a friend, who had asked the same question. I quote, "I am very proud that my husband is so virile that one woman is not enough for him. I find that sleeping with a younger woman rejuvenates him. I suggest you should let your husband fuck that young maid of yours then see how he bangs you," unqoute'. 

'Did her friend take mama's advice?' Sarit inquired with a twinkle in her eyes.

'We have no way of knowing for sure but now she looks much happier and they have two maids instead of one,' Shamit laughed. 

'What about you two, can you also summon any worker's wife to your bed?' Sarit asked. 

'No not yet, but when we are at the helm of the farm, we will be able to,' Shamit replied. 

'You know I can't still get over the fact that the workers let the family bed their wives,' I said shaking my head in disbelief.

'Let me give you some background,' Shamit said, 'Since many generations, it was an unwritten rule that the women of the workers belong to the family. In our grandfather's days every bride was first brought to his bed. He was a very virile and a strong man. He enjoyed deflowering virgins and fucking their tight choots'. 

'The farm work suffered because the workers did not take kindly to the fact that he fucked not only fucked their brides but also their virgin sisters and daughters. Whenever he visited the fields, the workers started hiding the virgins. If he suspected foul play, he had their houses searched and if a virgin was found, the worker would be punished with twenty lashes in public'.

'How cruel! Why did they not leave?' Sarit asked.

'Some did, but majority of them stayed on. Firstly, jobs were scarce and secondly, he paid them a much higher wage than the going rate,' Amit said. 

'You mean this draconian rule still exist?' I asked. 

'Oh yes it does but it is no longer enforced. When father succeeded my grandfather as head of the farm, mama persuaded papa to stop the practice of deflowering virgins for the sake of enjoyment. She maintained that every husband had the right to deflower his own bride,' Shamit elaborated, 'This made the workers very happy and they put all their energy in their work. The result was our profits soared'. 

We were now treading dangerous grounds and I decided to change the subject. 'I like mama, she is so loving and kind,' I said. 

'Kind? My foot!' Amit snickered cynically, 'You should see her when she is angry. Believe me, she can be a devil'. 

'I don't believe it. Mama cruel no way,' Sarit said in disbelief.

'Have you met Sharda?' Shamit asked. 

'You mean mama's maid, the one with mutilated ears,' Sarit replied. 

'Yes, the same Sharda. She was not born like that,' Amit replied, 'She has mother to thank for her deformity'.

'You mean mama did that? No, she would never do such a thing,' I said in her defense. 

'Tell them what happened,' Shamit said, 'They are bound to hear about it sooner or later'. 

This is what Amit told us. 

'This incident took place few months after chachu had fucked Basanti's mother. Sharda was eighteen when mama engaged her as her maid. She was not as pretty as Rama but was very sexy with a figure of a Goddess. Chachu liked her and wanted her. Whenever she was in the room he could not take his eyes off her. One-day mother noticed this'. 

'Dewarji, lagta hai aapko hamaari Sharda pasund aa gayi hai? (Dewarji [brother, husband's younger brother], it seems that you like my Sharda?) she remarked. 

'Haan bhabi, Sharda mujhe bahut achchi lagti hai (Yes bhabi [sister, elder brother's wife], I like Sharda very much),' chachu replied. 

'Tau kya baat hai chod do haraamzadi ko (What is the problem, fuck the bitch),' mama advised. 

'Bhabi, main bhi usse chodena chahata hoon. Maine usse kayi baar raat ko mere kamre main aane ko kaha, lakin woh aati hee nahin (Bhabi, I also want to fuck her. I have asked her, several times, to come to my room at night but she doesn't come),' chachu complained. 

'Don't worry, I will instruct her to come to your room tonight,' mama promised chachu. 

The following morning mama was surprised to see chachu at the breakfast table. 

'Dewarji, what are you doing here so early? Kya Sharda ki kori choot pasund nahin aayi? (Didn't Sharda's virgin choot please you?)' she inquired. 

'Bhabi, what choot?' chachu replied in a dejected tone. 

'You mean she did not come to your room last night despite my orders to do so?' mama asked getting angry. Chachu nodded. 

'Don't worry, you'll fuck her kori choot (virgin cunt) today. Trust your bhabi,' she replied with resolve. 

When we, Amba didi and we two, came for breakfast mama's face was red with anger. A few minutes later papa joined us. That morning no one spoke at the breakfast table. We could sense the tension in the air.

Twenty minutes later mama could not restrain herself and burst out, 'Shamsher, what should I do if a servant disobeys me?'

'We can't have servants disobeying us,' papa replied without looking up from his eggs and toast, 'The concerned servant should be punished'.

'Good, I want you to punish Sharda, my maid. She has willfully disobeyed my orders,' mama said to papa. 

'Durga, I think you should punish her, as she has disobeyed you,' papa replied. 

'I will,' mama replied with a triumphant grin, then turning to us children added, 'Children, finish your breakfast quickly and go to room and remain there'. 

Seeing her foul mood, we gobbled down our breakfast. Amba didi like an obedient child went to her room but Shamit stopped me. 'Amit, let us watch on the quiet, something interesting is about to happen, which mama does not want us to see,' he said. Stealthily, we walked around the house to an open window and waited. 

Mama called Jaggu, who was serving breakfast, and said, 'Jaggu go call Sharda and don't let her out of the room till I say so'. 

Few minutes later Jaggu ushered Sharda into the dining room. Sharda stood facing the table with bowed head. 

'Sharda, did you go to dewarji's room like I ordered you to?' mama asked. Sharda was too scared to reply and kept staring at her feet. 

'Sharda, I am talking to you. I want an answer,' mama said softly but in a menacing tone. Sharda shook her head in the negative without looking up. 

'I can't hear you! Speak up!' mama said without raising her voice. 

'No malkin (mistress),' Sharda replied, her voice hardly audible. 

'So you willfully disobeyed me,' mama said walking up to the maid. Sharda remained silent and continued to stare at the carpet. Then she walked around Sharda muttering more to herself than anyone in particular, 'Not bad, not bad. Now I see why dewarji likes you'. 

'Sharda take off your clothes,' mama ordered. Sharda's face became red but she made no move to undress. 

'Take off your clothes I said,' mama said menacingly, 'otherwise I will order Jaggu to tear them off your body'. 

'Sharda looked for a way to escape her tormentor but there was none. 

'Jaggu undress her,' mama ordered. 

Jaggu moved towards Sharda. Sharda, with a look of a trapped animal, glanced at the advancing Jaggu. Slowly with tears in her eyes she started to unbutton her blouse.

'Jaggu wait,' mama said seeing Sharda had started to undress. Couple of minutes later Sharda, with tears running down her cheeks, stood naked facing the table. 

Till that day we had not seen a grown up naked. 'Look at all the hair growing between her legs,' Shamit exclaimed. 

'Yeah, she also doesn't have a peepee. I wonder how she pisses,' I replied. 

'Shh someone might hear us. We will talk about it later, let us watch now,' Shamit whispered. 

We saw mama walk round her. 

'Nice, very nice. No wonder dewarji likes you so much,' she repeated and then poking her finger at the hair growing between her legs added, 'Tau iss choot ko chudai se bachane ke liye tune mera hukum nahin mana. Kya teri choot abhi tak kori hai? (So you disobeyed me to protect this cunt from getting fucked. Is your cunt still virgin?) Sharda blushed but remained silent. 

'Haramzaadi, jawab de! (Answer me, you bitch!),' mama said twisting her nipples sharply. 

'Haan (Yes),' Sharda replied in a whisper. 

'Good,' mama said walking back to her chair. 

Once she was seated comfortably she said, 'Dewarji aap iss haramzaadi ko chodena chaate the na? Yeh tayyar hai chod lo isse (Dewarji you wanted to fuck this bitch didn't you? She is ready, go on fuck her)'.

Mama's offer took chachu my surprise. 'Y...Y...Yahan? A...A...Aapke samane? (H...H...Here? I...I...In front of you?' Chachu stuttered. 

'Haan iss haramzaadi ki choot hamaare samane phard do. Agar yeh na chodene de tau isse maarna (Yes deflower the bitch in front of us. If she struggles then hit her),' mama decreed.

Gleefully Chachu pushed down his trousers and underpants. Then knotting his shirt round his waist walked, with his huge cock pointing towards the ceiling, to the hapless girl. Chachu took Sharda in his arms. He kissed her and squeezed her shapely breasts. Sharda let chachu do what he wanted with her. She knew that protesting or struggling would not help and in matter of minutes chachu's big cock will put an end to her virgin days. 

'Sharda ab tu chach se chudwane ke liye tayyar hai? (Sharda are agreeable to let chachu fuck you?)' mama asked.

'Haan malkin (Yes mistress), 'Sharda replied.

'Just a minute,' Sarit said interrupting Amit, 'how old were you at that time?'

'We? Oh around six or seven,' Amit replied.

'You mean to tell us that you understood all that was happening?' Sarit asked unbelievingly. 

'Of course not,' Shamit explained, 'we could hardly hear what was being said and a few words, which we did manage to hear we did not understand. We were watching only because mama did not want us see what was happening'.

'Then how do you know what was said?' I asked.

'Oh that? When we were older we asked chachu,' Amit chuckled. 

'Okay. Tell us what happened next?' Sarit asked. 

'After fondling Sharda for a few minutes chachu made her lie on the carpet. He picked up her legs and placed them on his shoulders and lay on top of her. He put his hand between their naked bodies. We could not see what he did. All this time Sharda lay quietly with her eyes closed. 

'Dewarji der mat karo. Phard do iss haraamzadi ki kori choot (Dewarji don't delay deflower the bitch)'. Chachu grinned at her and took a firm grip of Sharda's inert body. 

'AAAYYYYYIIIIEEEEEEE,' we heard Sharda scream in pain as chachu pushed his hips froward. We wondered why she had screamed. Chachu's commenced to move his bum up and down, slowly at first then gathering speed. 

Papa's mama's and Jaggu's eyes were riveted to chachu's moving bum. We had never seen such a spectacle before. We watched with bated breath as to what was going to happen next. Chachu's bottoms were moving much faster now. Then with a loud grunt he pushed his hips forward and lay panting on Sharda's naked body. Sharda's eyes were still closed but her mouth was open and like chachu she was also panting. 

As we were wondering what had happened chachu's bottoms started to move up and down again. This time he went on and on. To our surprise Sharda's hips also moved in tandem with chachu's bottoms. Then as earlier with a loud grunt chachu stopped and both chachu and Sharda lay still gasping for breath. 

'Dewarji it is enough for now, release her,' mama said. 

'Bhabi, bas ek baar aur chodene do (Bhabi let me fuck her one more time),' chachu replied. 

'Not now. You can fuck her as often as you like when she comes to your room tonight,' mama said firmly. 

Chachu stood up but Sharda continued to lie motionless on the carpet. 

'Why do you think he has stopped?' I asked. 

'I think he has hurt himself, can't you see the blood on his peepee,' Shamit replied. 

'Oh bhabi it was lovely. I have yet to fuck a tighter choot,' chachu said wiping his peepee with a napkin. 

'I am glad you enjoyed yourself,' mama said. She opened her purse and took out a small but sharp looking pair of scissors. She walked up to Sharda, who was still lying on the carpet with her eyes closed, 'Now for her punishment'.

'Durga, don't you think you have punished her enough,' papa said mildly. 

'Aap isse saza kahete hain? Yeh tau mazaa tha. Aapne dekha nahin yeh kaisse chootter uchaal uchaal ke dewarji se chudwa rahi thi? (You call this punishment? This was pleasure. Didn't you see how her hips were moving and fucking dewarji back?)' 

'Sharda get up!' mama ordered. 

Sharda opened her eyes and seeing the sharp scissors grabbed mama's feet and begged, 'Please mistress forgive me. I will never again disobey you'. 

'Sharda get up!' mama repeated prodding her with the toe of her shoe. Sharda wept and continued to plead for mercy. But her tears and her groveling had no effect on mama. 

'Sharda on one hand you keep promising that you will never disobey me but on the other hand you are disobeying me right now. I have asked you to get up but you are still on the floor,' mama said softly. Hearing this Sharda quickly stood up. 

'Good that is better. Now which part of your beautiful body shall I take? Shall I take your clit? No, I think I will take your boobs, they are so pretty. Hmmm I think I will cut off your teats,' mama said taking the nearest one between her fingers. 

As she was about to snip it off chachu shouted, 'BHABI NO! PLEASE NOT HER TEATS'. 

'Sharda thank your stars that chachu likes you because he has saved your teats,' mama laughed releasing her teat, 'but I must have something. Yes, your ear lobes will do'. 

Then catching her by the ear mama snipped off both her ear lobes. Poor Sharda screamed and cried but mama stopped only when she had finished. 

It was a bizarre scene. Sharda was bleeding profusely and weeping bitterly. Papa and Jaggu looked shocked at what they had just witnessed. Even chachu could not hide his astonishment. 

'Now tell me will you ever disobey me?' mama asked the bleeding girl. 

Sharda was in no condition to answer. She was weeping with her hands covering her bleeding ears. 

'Sharda I asked you a question, answer me,' mama repeated working the scissors in the air. 

Sharda mumbled something. 'Louder so that everyone present can hear you,' mama ordered. 

'NO, NO I WILL NEVER DISOBEY YOU OR ANYONE OF THE FAMILY,' Sharda screamed. 

'What will you do if a member of the family calls you to his room?' mama persisted. 

'I WILL GO AND LET HIM DO WHAT HE LIKES WITH ME,' shouted the hapless girl. 

'Good,' mama said wiping her hands on a napkin, 'Let this be lesson to everyone, especially to the two rascals watching from the window, if you disobey an order then you will be punished and punished severely'. 

We nearly peed in our pants when we heard her. My first urge was to run and hide but Shamit stopped me saying, 'We will be punished anyway why not see what happens now'. Nervously we continued to watch. 

'Here take these, I have no use for them,' mama said pressing the cut earlobes into Sharda's hands, then turning to Jaggu added, Take her to the dispensary before she bleeds to death on my carpet,' mama said, 'Later take this rug and burn it. She had bled all over it and ruined it'. 

After Jaggu had left with Sharda mama said, 'Dewarji jab yeh aaj raat ko aapke pas aaye tau sabse pahele isski gaand marna. Isske chootter bahut sakht hain aapko barda maza aayega (Dewarji when she comes to your room tonight then fuck her in the ass first. Her bum is very firm; you will enjoy yourself immensely)'. 

'As you wish bhabi, as you wish,' chachu replied grinning happily. The show was over and everyone dispersed. 

'It seems mama is quite partial towards chachu,' I remarked.

'Is it possible that they are involved with each other?' Sarit said hesitatingly.

'We firmly believe that chachu and mama are having an affair,' Shamit replied. 

'How do you know?' I asked.

'We can't prove it as no one dares to speak about it aloud but we have heard whispers that mama regularly visits chachu in the dead of night,' Amit said.

'What about papa does he know?' Sarit inquired. 'We are sure that he knows but doesn't care. He has enough women to fuck anyway,' Shamit chuckled.

'Do you think it was fair on chachu's part to deflower Rama and Sharda just to satisfy his momentary lust?' I asked. 

'No, it was not just "a momentary lust", he really likes them. Even today, nearly two decades later, he calls them to his room at least once a week,' Shamit said. 

'There is still a chapter left in Sharda's story,' Amit laughed, 'The news of her punishment spread like wild fire. Within two hour everyone on the farm knew what had happened. A week later a man came to see mama'. 





It's A Man's World Ch. 04



As usual before proceeding with the story, I reproduce the last few lines of part 3:

When we had settled down Sarit asked, 'What is so important that it could not wait till evening?' 

'Ladies, we have decided to divorce you,' Shamit said. Sarit and I were shocked. 

'What?' Sarit shouted, surprised. 

'But why?' I asked as calmly as I could. 

'Because when you married us, you both were not virgins,' Amit elaborated, 'there was no sign of a hymen. Someone had fucked you before marriage.' 

Now for part 4: 

'Shamit you are mistaken. I was a virgin,' I said, crossing my fingers, 'Absence of the hymen has no meaning. It can tear because of many other reasons also'.

'Yes, that is so, 'Shamit said, 'but the choot (cunt) remains tight and not loose like yours.'

'So was I,' Sarit said nervously, 'Amit, remember it hurt me so much that I screamed when you entered me for the first time.' 

'Yes my dear, how can I forget that,' Amit smiled, 'All I can say is that you are an excellent actress but not good enough to fool me.' 

I saw beads of perspiration forming on Sarit's forehead. I prayed to God that Sarit doesn't lose her cool, as she had done when our sisters blamed us for sleeping with their husbands. 

'Shamit believe me, I was a virgin,' I repeated.

'Listen you two, we are not fools,' Shamit said, 'Before marriage we had fucked many girls, three of them were virgins. We know how it feels to deflower a girl.' 

'Yes, a virgin's choot is tight but your choots were loose. Apparently you had been well fucked by someone before your marriage. Right brother?' Amit added.

'Absolutely,' Shamit said, 'Best course for you is to tell us everything.' 

Sarit started to cry. I could sense that Sarit was about to say something foolish and tried to stop her. 'Sarit don't...' I started to say but she was no longer thinking rationally. She ignored my warning.

'Adi, I was afraid of this,' Sarit said, with tears running down her cheeks, 'I knew they would find out that we were not virgins and had been fucked.' 

'Good girl,' Amit laughed, offering her a handkerchief, 'Ab tum batao ki tumahari choot kissne phaardi aur shadi ke pahele kiss kiss se tumne apne ko chudwaya hai (Now tell us who took your cherry and who all have enjoyed your cunts before us).' 

Sarit started to confess but I interrupted her, not knowing what all she might say in her present state. 

'Sarit, let me tell them,' I interved. Then I told them everything except what happened on the holiday with our sisters. 

'Accha tau hamare jija logon ne tumhari choot phardne ka mazaa liya? (So it was our brothers who had the pleasure of popping your cherry?)' Shamit asked. 

We nodded. 

'Unhone tumahaari gaand bhi maari hogi? (They must have fucked your asshole also?)' Amit inquired. 

We nodded. 

'Tumne unka laurda bhi choosa hoga? (You must have sucked their cocks also?)' Amit continued. 

We nodded again. 

'I am glad that you have told us everything,' Shamit said. 

'Why are you making such a fuss about it?' Sarit asked, 'We have not said anything to you about all the girls you say you have fucked before our marriage?' 

'Daaarlinnng,' Amit drawled laughing, 'you forget that it's a man's world. We'll tell you if you want but the list is long, it will take time.' 

'Forget it we are not interested,' I said, 'Now that you know the truth what do you plan to do?' 

'Yes tell us, do you still plan to divorce us?' Sarit asked, nervously. 

'We don't know. We will have to discuss it among ourselves,' Shamit replied, 'We must go now but we will give you our decision at lunch.'

'Oh Adi, I am so sorry. I have let you down again,' Sarit said, when they had left and started to weep, 'When I get nervous, I don't know what I am saying.' 

I embraced her and let her cry for sometime. 

'Sarit darling, don't cry, it is not your fault,' I said, trying to console her, 'Actually I am to blame, if I had not tricked you in losing your cherry then at least you would have been a virgin.' 

'Oh Adi,' Sarit said. Then we both cried on each other's shoulder. 

'Our society is not fair,' Sarit said, suddenly freeing herself from my embrace and wiping her tears, 'A man can fuck hundred girls before marriage and every one says he is a great guy, a Casanova but if a girl enjoys herself even once, then she is damned.' 

'Such is life,' I replied, 'and as Amit said it is a man's world, the men make the rules and we women have to live by them.'

'What shall we do now?' Sarit asked, 'If our parents find out then they will surely kill us.' 

'Don't worry, we will see it through together,' I replied, 'but first let us wait for their decision.'

'Oh Adi, I am so glad that you are with me,' Sarit said hugging me.

'What are friends for?' I replied hugging her back. 

As promised, our husbands came home at lunchtime. We ate our lunch in silence. After lunch Sarit couldn't control herself and burst out, 'What have you two decided?' 

'Ah yes, our decision,' Amit replied, smiling, 'We have decided that we will not divorce you pro...' 

'Thank God for that,' Sarit said, sighing with relief. 

'Don't start celebrating yet, let me finish,' Amit chuckled, 'Where was I? Yes! We have decided not to divorce you provided you fulfill two of our conditions.'

'What conditions,' I asked.

'Paheli hum tumhari behnon ko chodenge (First is that we get to fuck your sisters),' Amit said.

'Hai, aap humaari behenon ko chodena chahate ho? (O my God, you want to fuck our sisters?)' Sarit asked, dismayed. 

'Why not?' Shamit said, 'Their husbands fucked our wives then why can't your husbands fuck their wives also.'

'What is the second condition?' I asked, keeping the real issue in focus.

'Let me explain what I am about to say,' Shamit said, 'In our society, when a man gets married, he looks forward to the pleasure of deflowering his virgin wife. In our case, your brothers or shall I say our respected brothers in law had already taken care of your cherry. Therefore our second condition is that they provide us with a virgin each to deflower in lieu of the cherry, we should have had but because of them didn't. This would make us even.'

'Now you are being unreasonable,' I replied, 'Firstly, where would they get a virgin for you and secondly, for argument sake, if they did have one then do you think she would still be a virgin today?'

'I agree with you,' Shamit laughed, 'We would have done the same. Anyway this is their problem and they alone have to find a solution for it.'

'Be sensible, where would they get a virgin of your choice?' Sarit repeated in desperation. 

'Oh, we are not choosy,' Amit snickered, 'She could be anyone, a relative, a friend or even a servant girl but she must be young and a virgin.'

His words "a servant girl" gave me an idea. 'What would you say if instead of them we gave you a virgin each to fuck?' I inquired. 

'Matters little to us who the provider is. As long as our motto, eye for an eye, choot for a choot and a cherry for a cherry, is complied with,' Shamit laughed.

'Agar yeh baat hai tau hum aap ko Basanti aur Shanti dete hain. Aap unki choot phard lo (If that is so, we give you the choots of Basanti and Shanti. You can pop their cherry,' I replied with a triumphant smile.

'HA! HA! HA!' they both laughed loudly. 

'You mean deflower our Basanti and Shanti? You think they are virgins?' Amit replied, doubling up with laughter.

'Why not? I am sure they are virgins,' Sarit asked, getting worried.

'My dear, we took care of their cherry many months before we married you,' Shamit chuckled. 

'Impossible! I don't believe you!' I replied.

'Ask them! They will confirm our statement,' Amit said still laughing.

'I will just do that,' I replied stubbornly. 

'All right ladies you do the asking but we have to get back to the office,' Shamit said, 'One more thing. Till our conditions are fulfilled we will not sleep together. You both will sleep in my room and we will occupy Amit's room.'

'WHAT! YOU CAN'T DO THAT. IT IS UNFAIR,' Sarit screamed. 

'If you won't sleep with us then whom will you screw?' I asked incredulously.

'Basanti and Shanti. Who else?' Shamit replied grinning. 

'Our maids? How degrading for us,' Sarit complained. 

'Well, that is how it is going to be my love,' Amit replied, 'Bye! See you later.'

'Gosh, these two bitches. They look so sweet and innocent,' Sarit said in a rage, 'I would never have thought that they would be fucking our husbands behind our backs.' 

'This is what our husbands have said, ' I replied, 'but let us first ask them before we hang them.' 

'Adi, I have an idea,' Sarit whispered, 'If these two bitches can give pleasure to our men then why can't we also get our pleasure from them.' 

'You mean ask them eat our pussy?' I whispered back. 

'Yes. If we have to survive without a cock then their tongue is a much better option than using our finger,' Sarit giggled, 

'What if they say no?' I asked. 

'If they refuse then we can always threaten to tell mama that the maids did not obey us...'

'...and they are shit scared of her, this would persuade them to do what we want,' I said completing her thought process. 

'Side by side we can revive our old idea about the football team or explore other possibilities,' Sarit laughed, clapping happily.

'Omigosh Sarit you are a genius,' I replied hugging her.

'Now that everything is settled, let us put the show on the road,' Sarit said impatiently. 

'No not yet, first we must find out if our husbands were telling the truth or not. ' I replied, 'We will question them in my room'. 

'Give me a minute to change into my night gown so that if everything goes our way then my choot is easily accessible,' Sarit chuckled, 'I suggest that you also do the same.' 

'Brilliant, Sarit, brilliant,' I grinned, 'okay, we will meet in my room in ten minutes.'

'I'll be there, I think we might as well get used to sleeping together,' Sarit replied, laughing naughtily. 

When we had settled down in my room, we called Basanti and Shanti.

'We are going to ask you some questions and want truthful answers,' I said to them. 

'Didi, we promise to tell the truth,' they replied in one voice. 

'Are you both virgins?' I asked.

For a moment they looked nonplused by my question but then Basanti replied, 'No didi, we are not.'

'Tumhaari choot kissne phardi? (Who deflowered you?)' Sarit inquired. 

'The young masters,' Shanti replied blushing. 

'You mean Shamit and Amit?' I asked. 

They nodded.

'When?' I continued.

'About eight months ago,' Basanti said.

'Did they rape you?' Sarit asked.

'No, no nothing like that,' Shanti replied quickly, 'It was our kismet.'

'What does that mean, tell us what happened?' I asked. 

'Didi, it is a long story,' Basanti said. 

'Go on tell us, we have ample time,' Sarit said. 

'Didi you probably know that Shanti and I are first cousins. I am two hours older to her,' Basanti started her story, 'On our eighteenth birthday, ignoring our protests but with the blessings of our mothers, our fathers took us in the presence of the master. Master, mistress and chachu master were present in the room.'

'Master,' Jamroo, my father, said, 'this is my daughter Basanti and the other one is Jaggu's daughter, Shanti.' 

'Both have become eighteen today,' Jaggu, Shanti's father added.

'Congratulations!' master said, then turning to chachu added, 'Chachu, tell the estate manager to give them a suitable gift.' 

'No, no, master,' my father protested, 'We have not brought them here to receive a present from you.'

'Then why have you come?' malkin said tersely, 'Come to the point quickly and stop wasting our time.'

'Yes mistress,' Jaggu said, 'It is our humble request that you take them in your service.'

The master laughed, 'They are very pretty but I have enough maids to look after my needs.' 

'Master, they will give you much pleasure. They are untouched by man,' my father said, 'Their mothers tell me that their body is even prettier than their face.'

'Yes master see for yourself,' Jaggu chacha (uncle = father's younger brother) said, then turning to us added, 'take off your clothes and show master your body.' 

We were not prepared for that but had to obey the orders of our elders and started to unbutton our blouse. 

'No! There is no need undress,' the master said, 'Jaggu, I take your word for it.'

'Thank you master, your decision has made us very happy,' my father said smiling. 

'I did not say that I will accept them,' the master replied. 

'Please master, don't say no, we came with such high hopes. If you refuse it will break our hearts,' both my father and Jaggu chacha pleaded, grabbing master's feet. 

'Jamroo, Jaggu listen to me. I have already told you that...' the master started to say but the mistress interrupted him. 

She said, 'Shamsher, don't break their hearts, accept the girls. After enjoying their young bodies you can always send them to work in the fields or just give them away,' 

'That's a good idea,' the master said, more to himself than to the others, 'Maybe later I can oblige an official,' 

'Yes, yes, master they are yours, do what you like with them,' my father said, getting excited, 'Enjoy them, beat them or slit their throats, if that pleases you.'

'All right, I grant you your wish,' master said, 'from today both these girls are in my service.' 

'Thank you master, we are highly obliged,' Jaggu chacha said bowing low. 

'What are you lingering here for? The master has accepted your wish, now go,' the mistress said brusquely. 

'Yes mistress, we were just leaving,' my father said and after making their salaams, both of them backed out of the room. 

'Chachu, they are really very pretty,' the master said, watching us with half closed eyes. 

'Brother, what do you plan to do with them?' Chachu master asked.

'That is what I am thinking,' master replied still in deep thought, then he suddenly sat up straight and added, 'Chachu if you want them, you can have them'.

'No brother, I did not mean that,' chachu master replied, hastily.

'Chachu, if my memory serves me right, you deflowered their mothers,' master said, with a naughty twinkle in his eyes, 'now you can pop their daughter's cherry and then fuck mother and daughter together. This would be a novel experience even for you.'

'Yes, you are right but they are too pretty and young for a man of my age. They deserve someone better,' master chachu replied, 'Why don't you give them to the twins? They are old enough to have their own maids.'

'Brilliant idea. I was thinking on the same lines,' master said excitedly, 'I have decided, Basanti goes to Shamit and Shanti will serve Amit. Durga you take charge of these girls till they come. Make sure that in the meanwhile they don't get into any mischief.' 

'Don't worry on that count. I will make sure that no man comes near them,' mistress said, 'You two, go to my chambers and wait.' 

As we were leaving we heard mistress say, 'The boys will be ecstatic, I think I will give them the good news.' 

'Durga don't do that, otherwise they will leave their work and rush home,' the master laughed.

After two hours, the mistress came to her chambers. 

'So you are the daughters of Rama and Sharda, not bad, not bad at all,' she said going round us. 

We were too scared to even nod. 

'Take off your clothes. Let me see what you are hiding behind them,' she ordered. 

For a moment we were nonplussed but knowing the consequences of disobeying her, quickly disrobed and stood at attention, unsure of what will happen next.

'Very beautiful, your boobs are very shapely,' she said, fondling them and pinching our nipples, 'ah! Very firm too.' 

We blushed but remained silent. 

'What happened to your bush?' she said, poking her finger at our shaven choots. 

We remained silent. 

'Come on, I am waiting for an answer,' she said smiling.

'Our mothers helped us shave them this morning,' Shanti ventured, nervously.

'Your mothers are wise, they know what pleases a man,' she said, 'Keep them this way.'

'Ji malkin (Yes mistress),' we nodded.

'Kissi ne tumhain choda tau nahin hai? (Has anyone fucked you?)' She inquired running her finger between our cunt lips. 

'Nahin malkin, humaari choot bilkul kori hai (No mistress, we are virgins),' we both replied.

'Good,' she said and walked around us again grabbed our bottoms and said, 'Ah! They are nice and hard. My sons are going to like them.'

Then suddenly pressing our clits between her thumb and finger asked, 'Tumhain maloom hai mere bete tumaare saath kya karenge? (Do you know what my sons are going to do with you?)'

'Didi, I would like to add that we found her touch very pleasant. Under normal circumstances our choots would be leaking by now but the fear of displeasing her they remained bone dry,' Shanti said, interrupting Basanti.

'Good that you have clarified it, I was about to ask you about it,' Sarit said, 'Basanti what happened next?'

We knew what is going to happen to us but were too scared to utter a word. 

'Woh tumhari choot phardenge aur phir chodenge. Ho sakta hai woh tumharii gaand bhi maarain (They will deflower you and then fuck you. It is possible that they might fuck your ass holes also),' she said grinning.

We expected to be fucked but just thought of our ass holes being ravished scared us, well at least it scared me,' Basanti said.

'Me too,' Shanti said, agreeing with Basanti.

'There is nothing to be afraid off,' the mistress said, reading our minds, 'after the initial pain fucking, in the choot or gaand is lovely. I am sure you will also enjoy it.'

'Yes mistress,' Shanti mumbled.

'Fuck as much as you like, enjoy yourself to the hilt but I will be very angry if you were to get pregnant,' she said.

This was very confusing to us. 'Malkin, agar woh hamain chodenge tau bachcha tau hoga (Mistress, if they fuck us then we will get pregnant)' Shanti asked, innocently. 

'Not necessarily, mistress said, 'Remember, it's a man's world. Man wants only his pleasure and does not bother about the consequences. It is for us women to make sure no complications arise.' 

'I don't understand. How we can...' I said but the mistress interrupted me. 

'Here take these,' she said pressing two bottles of pills in our hands, 'take them regularly as per directions on the label and you will not get pregnant. If you do get pregnant then I will know that you have disobeyed me and I will take you to task. You know what that means?' 

Of course we knew and therefore hastily assured her that we would not let her down. She then sent for our mothers. 

When they arrived she said, 'Rama, Sharda from today Basanti and Shanti are in our service. They will report for duty to me at six in the morning and stay here till six in the evening. You will come to leave them and pick them up. When they get home, you are not to let them out of your sight. At night you will sleep with them. Understood?'

'Ji malkin (Yes mistress),' our mothers replied, dutifully

Six weeks later the young masters came for a visit. After dinner the mistress took us to their room. They were dressed only in their pajamas and were preparing to go to bed. 

'Boys, I have brought a gift from your father. Shamit, Basanti here will be your maid and Shanti will serve Amit,' she said, then turning to us added, 'from today they are your masters. Obey them and ensure that they are comfortable.' 

'Yes mistress,' we replied softly.

'If you want their loyalty,' she said, with a twinkle in her eyes, 'then my advice is that you look after them well.' 

I knew that today we were going to be fucked. Just this thought made my choot wet and my body tingled with anticipation.




It's A Man's World Ch. 04



They looked at us from top to bottom. 'Mama don't worry, 'Amit sir said with a big grin, 'We will look after them so well, starting tonight, that they will be loyal to us even in their next life. What says you brother?' 

'Of course. Mama, that is a promise,' Shamit sir said, ogling at me. 

'Goodnight and try to get some sleep also,' malkin grinned and left.

For the next five minutes or so they said nothing but stared at us. 'Gosh Amit, they are very pretty,' Shamit sir said.

'Yes, that they are,' Amit sir said, 'first let us see what they have got inside their sari. Girls, take off your clothes,'

We knew what was in store for us and undressed. We were happy that instead of the oldies, we had them as our masters. 

'Wow Amit! They are well prepared. They have even shaved their choot, 'Shamit sir said, 'I think I will enjoy taking care of them.'

'So would I but I think they should also see with what we are going to take care of them,' Amit sir said, laughing wickedly. 

Then they pushed down their pajama bottoms exposing their erection. We had seen naked boys before but never a grown up man. I was surprised to see that a man's cock is so large. For a moment I wondered, how this big thing would enter my choot, but there was very little I could do about it. 

'Come Basanti, let me take care of you as per mama's wishes.' Shamit sir said, putting his arm round me and squeezing my tits led me to the bed. 

I went willingly wondering how it would feel to be fucked. 

When all four of us were in bed Shamit sir said, 'I bet Basanti is tighter.'

'That has yet to be seen. Let us, on the count of three, deflower them together,' Amit sir proposed.

We did not understand what they meant but soon found out. 

'One,' Shamit sir said. They got on top of us. 

'Two,' Amit sir counted and spreading our thighs, lodged their erection at the entrance of our choot. 

'Are you ready? Three,' Shamit sir said and both of them pushed hard into us. We both screamed with pain as their cocks, tearing through our hymen, were buried inside us to the hilt. 

When they had finished fucking us for the first time Amit sir said, 'Shamit, I think Shanti's choot is tighter.' 

'Let us find out whose choot is tighter,' Shamit sir said and told us to switch places. That night they fucked us four times, the last time in our ass hole. 

'Did you enjoy fucking?' Sarit asked.

'Yes didi, it was heavenly. We wanted them to go on and on but to our dismay, they fell asleep after the fourth time,' Shanti said, sighing. 

'Which one of you was tighter?' I asked out of curiosity. 

'We don't know because they never said anything about it later,' Shanti said, 'I think it was just a ploy to fuck both of us by turns.' 

'I think so too,' I laughed, 'Okay what happened next.'

In the morning they fucked us two more time. 

'We have some work to do but both of you remain here, we will be back around lunch time, 'Amit sir said, as they prepared to leave.

'But sir, we need a bath and fresh clothes,' Shanti protested, 

'No problem, use our bathroom and as for fresh clothes, you won't need them, remain as you are till our return, Shamit sir chuckled. 

While they were away we cleaned the room and changed the blood stained linen. We were watching television when they returned around one. 

'Great! I love girls who follow orders,' Amit sir said, seeing us still naked.

'Are you girls hungry?' Shamit sir asked. 

We nodded, except for tea and couple of biscuits in the morning, we had not eaten anything since. 

'We have ordered lunch to be served in thirty minutes,' Shamit sir said, 'but in the meanwhile, we will give you something to sustain you. Right brother?' 

'Come here and kneel on the carpet, no, not there but here between our legs,' Amit sir said, as both them sat down and spread their legs. When we were in position, they unzipped their fly, producing their raging hard on. 

'Now take our cocks in your mouth and suck on it,' Amit sir ordered. 

We sucked on it, as ordered, till they came in our mouth. 'Don't spit it, swallow it,' Shamit sir decreed and dutifully we swallowed it. 

For the whole week they kept us in their chambers, naked. They fucked us when they wanted and as they wanted. Everything that we needed was brought to us. They returned to the city only when the master scolded them. 

'Don't be sad our lovelies, we will return,' they said, when they were leaving, 'Just keep your choots hot.' 

They returned on every weekend and the above was repeated. 

'This is our story,' Basanti said concluding.

'Sad but very interesting,' I said.

'Do they still fuck you?' Sarit asked.

'No, they have not touched us since the night before they got engaged to you,' Shanti replied. 

'You must be missing a good hard fuck?' Sarit asked.

'Yes, we do,' Basanti sighed.

'Who else has fucked you?' I asked.

'Except for our masters no one has touched us and that is the truth,' Basanti replied, slightly miffed. 

'We believe you. We did not mean to offend you, just checking. What would you do if they want to fuck you again?' I asked. 

'We will not agree,' Shanti replied, 'until you order us to.'

'You mean to say that for the last three months or so you have not had any sex?' Sarit asked incredulously, 'How do you survive?'

'I think they must be licking each other's choot for relief,' I suggested, keeping our goal in mind.

'Didi! What are you saying? We have never licked a choot in our life,' Basanti said, aghast. 

'Poor you! We must do something to rectify the situation,' Sarit grinned. 

'Will you lick our choot?' I asked, wondering how they would react.

I was pleasantly surprised at their obedient response, 'We will, if you order us to,' 

'Yes we order, yes we order,' Sarit said excitedly, raising her nightie and spreading her legs, commanded, 'Shanti lick my choot.' 

'Basanti, you can lick mine,' I said, exposing my cunt. They got down on their knees and started to tongue us. 

'No, not like that, it is very awkward. Crouch on the bed between our legs with your ass high in the air and then eat our pussy,' I explained, helping them into position.

It was my first time to have my choot licked. 

'Hey guys, do you remember that our sisters did not eat our pussy during our holiday together? Oh, you do! Good! Are you still with me? Good then let me proceed with the story.'

God! It felt good, much better than when Shamit or jiju had licked it. Although it was also Basanti's first time, she knew exactly what to do. Maybe it was because she was a woman. She knew where to go, when to apply pressure, to ease off at the right moment and revisit the spot again.

For the next couple of hours they licked our choots. I don't know how often I came. After I had released my love juice for the nth time, I was bushed and wanted to rest. 

'Thank you, Basanti it is enough,' I said closing my eyes, 'go and rest. You must be tired also.'

'No! Shanti not you just a few more licks, then you can also rest. GOD I AM ABOUT TO CUM. TONGUE FUCK ME. Y...HES, JUST A LITTLE LONGER. OHHHHH SSHHHHAAAANNNNTTTTTTTIIIIIII,' Sarit screamed and lay gasping for breath. 

Next thing I knew was that Basanti was shaking me. 'Didi get up,' she said, 'Sir wants dinner.' 

'Dinner?' I said sitting up with a start, 'How late is it?'

'It is after nine,' Basanti replied. 

'When did they return?' I inquired rubbing my eyes. 

'Around seven as usual,' she replied.

'Why didn't you wake us then?' I complained.

'We wanted to but they said to let you both sleep,' Shanti said.

At this point I noticed that Shanti was trying to wake Sarit.

'Did you tell them why we were sleeping?' Sarit asked.

'No. They asked but we said that we had no idea,' Basanti replied.

'Alright go and lay the dinner, we will join them shortly,' I told them. 

After a quick wash we joined them still clad in our nightie. I noticed that the twins had already changed and were in their pajama suits. 'No doubt eager to fuck the maids,' I thought. 

Like lunch, dinner was also a silent affair. After we had eaten I said, 'Please come to our room, we want to talk to you.'

When we had assembled in our room Amit said aggressively, 'What is there to talk about?' 

'Are you sure you don't want to sleep with us?' I asked, hoping to retrieve the situation somehow. 

'No my dear,' Shamit replied politely, 'our mind is made up.'

'What! You prefer to fuck the maids and not our sweet choots?' Sarit asked, with tears in her eyes. 

'My daarrrlinng, their cunts are just as sweet. Wait, let me show them to you,' Amit drawled and called out to the maids. 

When they came he said, 'The ladies want to see your pretty choots, take off your clothes and show it to them,' Amit ordered. 

The maids made no move to undress. 

'Didn't you hear what I said?' Amit said, getting angry, 'Take off your clothes.' 

Both Basanti and Shanti stared at their feet but made no move to undress. 

'Have they said anything to you?' Amit asked angrily, pointing towards us. 

'No sir,' Basanti replied respectfully, 'It is our decision not to undress.'

'God! I don't believe it.' Amit swore, throwing his arms in the air. 

'Amit, they won't obey us,' Shamit said, 'I think they are worried about their skin.'

'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Amit said, rudely.

'Send them away and I will tell you,' Shamit replied.

'GO AWAY, YOU... YOU...' Amit shouted at them in disgust and both Basanti and Shanti slipped away quietly. 

'Amit, I did not mention this earlier because I thought it was not necessary,' Shamit said, 'I happened to overhear mama giving them last minute instructions, just before we left for the city.'

'I quote, "Remember the interest of your mistress is paramount. If I hear that you have acted contrary to the interest of my darling daughters, then I promise you that I will personally skin you alive and stake you out naked on an anthill. These wonderful little crawling creatures have the knack of getting into all crevices, however small it may be. Ultimately, you will die, but I assure you that it will be a slow and a very painful process" unquote,' Shamit said. 

'So, this is the reason for their strange behavior. What should we do now?' Amit asked disappointed, then suddenly added, 'I have an idea. Why don't we take them by force? This way their skin will be saved and our purpose will also be served.'

'Are you mad? This would only invite mama's wrath. Don't underestimate her, even at our age, she is quite capable of cutting off our tool,' Shamit replied, 'You do it if you like but I am not going to risk it.' 

'You are right,' Amit agreed, 'Is there nothing we can do?'

'Yes there is,' Shamit replied, then turning to us asked, 'Alright ladies what do you propose?'

'We want you to continue to sleep with us,' I proposed, 'and we give you our word of honor to see that your conditions are fulfilled.'

'What honor? Did you bring "your honor" with you in marriage?' Amit laughed sarcastically.

'Amit, that was before our marriage,' Shamit said.

'Yes, but why did they try to fool us in believing that they were virgins?' Amit questioned. 

'Amit, what should they have done? Put an ad in the papers that they are not virgins?' Shamit argued, 'Calm down and think. Wouldn't you have done the same thing, if you were in their place? I know I would have.'

'Take our word for it,' I repeated, 'Your conditions will be met.'

'Shamit, think about it again,' Amit said, still skeptical. 

'Trust me I know what I am doing. Anyone can make one mistake but basically they are good girls,' Shamit explained.

'That they are,' Amit conceded, 'all right you decide.'

Shamit thought for a minute and then said, 'Okay, we agree but on one condition.'

'Oh no, not another condition,' Sarit said, throwing up her arms in despair.

'The condition is that we both get to fuck both of you like jiju and jijaji did,' Shamit said winking at Amit. 

First I glanced at Amit. He was smiling and nodding his approval. Then I looked at Sarit. She had a big grin on her face and was nodding her head so vigorously that for a moment I thought it might fall off.

'We agree,' I said, because I knew that sooner or later it would come to this anyway. 

'Great! Sarit, I always wondered if both my hands would be big enough to hold your single tit,' Shamit said, advancing towards her, 'Today, I am going to check it out.'

'Who is stopping you, not me?' Sarit giggled, pulling off her nightie. Shamit grabbed her boobs and squeezed them. 

'Oh Shamit!' Sarit moaned. 

Shamit dropped his pajamas and pushing Sarit towards the bed said, 'Big Tits lets fuck.' 

'Oh yes. lets,' Sarit sighed. 

Motionless, Amit watched them as if in a trance. I was not prepared to miss out on the action. 

'Amit, my tits may not be as large as Sarit's are, but they are definitely more shapely and much prettier,' I said, taking off my nightie and thrusting my tits towards him.

'So they are,' Amit said and pushing down his pajamas advanced towards me with his cock in the air. 

That night Amit fucked me several times and before sleeping his cock checked out my asshole also. 

As usual, Basanti brought our morning tea at eight o' clock. Seeing all four of us in bed together and giggling loudly shouted, 'SHANTI BRING THE TRAY TO THIS ROOM. ALL FOUR OF THEM ARE HERE.' 

Shanti walked in with the second tray grinning like an ape. After putting the trays down on the table they turned to leave. 'Where do you think you are going?' I said. 

They stopped and looked at me. 'Last night the men told us that your choots are very beautiful. We also want to see them. Take off your clothes!'

Not knowing how to react, they hesitated for a moment. 

'Didn't you hear didi?' Sarit urged, 'Go on undress.'

'Sarit, what do you say to a morning treat for out choots?' I asked Sarit, when they were naked. 

'Yes! Oh yes!' Sarit replied, sitting up and spreading her legs. 

'Come on girls and get a taste of a pussy full of cum,' I ordered, spreading my legs and exposing my cunt. 

'Basanti, you take this one today,' Sarit said pointing to her cunt. 

Obediently they crouched on the bed, with their butts high in the air, between our open legs and started to lick our cunts. 

'Oh this feels good,' I moaned, glancing sideways to see the reaction of the twins. They looked shell-shocked. Wide-eyed they watched, as Basanti and Shanti licked our cunts greedily. 

'Hey guys, last night you told us that you wanted to fuck Basanti and Shanti,' I said, 'You won't find them in a better position. Why don't you shove your cock up their dripping choot from behind.' 

'YESSS!' they shouted, getting behind the kneeling maids. Shamit grabbed Shanti's tits started to fuck her. Amit was not far behind. He shoved his cock into Basanti and started to hump her as if there was no tomorrow.

'AAHHH,' Shanti sighed, as Shamit's cock entered her choot, 'it feels soooo good.'

'God! It has been such a long time,' Basanti moaned. 

'Girls, are you enjoying yourself?' Sarit asked. 

'Oh yes! It feels lovely,' they mumbled into our choots. 

After ten minutes or so all four of us came together. 'Basanti change places with Shanti. I want to fuck you next,' Shamit said. 

The switch was made. Licking and fucking started all over again. 'Amit, what do you say, let's one, two, three? Shamit asked. 

'Why not brother? One, two aaaand three,' Amit counted. On the count of three both Shanti and Basanti screamed. 

'What happened darling, are these naughty boys hurting you?' I asked, stroking Basanti's head lovingly. 

'Nahin, Shamit sir ne apna laurda meri gaand main gusserd diya tha (No, Shamit sir had shoved his cock into my ass hole)' Basanti replied, explaining the cause of her scream. 

'Amit sir bhi meri gaand maar rahe hain (Amit sir is also fucking me in the ass hole),' Shanti explained.

'Laurda gaand main achcha lagta hai na? (Cock feels good in the ass hole, doesn't it?)' Sarit laughed. Both nodded vigorously without missing a lick.

When we had finished Amit said, 'God I am famished. Let's have tea and refreshments. 

Both Basanti and Shanti brought freshly brewed tea, biscuits and fresh fruits. 

'Okay guys its show time,' Sarit announced, after we had all eaten, 'but this time Adi and I will take the place of Basanti and Shanti.'

'Sorry Big Tits, not now. We have an important meeting at ten,' Shamit said stroking Sarit's boobs, 'we will take it up from here tonight.'

'Okay, but let us all shower together,' Sarit suggested. Unfortunately the shower cubicle was not large enough to accommodate all six of us. Therefore we divided ourselves in two groups, Shamit, Basanti and I in one group and the others in the second group. 

After we had washed ourselves Basanti said, 'Sir, may I suck your cock? It has been a long time since I tasted your cum.'

'Be my guest,' Shamit laughed pushing his erect cock towards her. 

Lovingly, Basanti took Shamit's cock in her mouth and commenced to give him a blowjob. 

'Oh Basanti,' Shamit moaned and taking her hand placed it on my cunt, 'finger fuck her.' 

'Oh Basanti,' I moaned, as her finger entered my choot. 

'Oh Shamit,' I cried, as I felt his finger moving in and out of my ass hole. 

That morning around eleven I called my sister. After exchanging greetings I asked, 'Didi is Rashmi didi with you?' 

'No. Why? She asked. 

'We have something important to tell you,' I said, 'Can you call her? I can call back later.' 

'Of course I can call her but tell me what it is?' Madhu didi pressed.

'No, I will tell you when you both are present,' I replied. 

Madhu didi insisted that I tell her but I was adamant that I would tell both of them together. At last she said, 'Okay as you wish, call back in an hour.' 

An hour later I called back. 'Rashmi didi are you there?' I inquired.

'Yes Adi, I am on the speakerphone,' Rashmi didi replied, 'Tell us your news quickly, we are very worried.' 

'The news is that Shamit and Amit want to divorce us,' I said. 

'WHAT?' both of them screamed, 'BUT WHY?'

'They found out that we were not virgins at the time of our marriage,' I replied. 

'They want to do this after a month of marriage?' Rashmi didi said, unbelievingly. 

'Why didn't you deny everything like we had told you?' Madhu didi asked. 

'We did but they still found out,' I told them. 

All this time Sarit was gesturing to me to let her talk. I guessed what she wanted to say. Therefore I did not give the phone to her. 

'The only way they could have found out is if one of you told them,' Rashmi did said. 

'Did you tell them?' Madhu didi asked, sharply. 

Before I could reply Sarit snatched the phone from me and shouted, 'YES DIDI I DID. I LOST MY HEAD AND CONFESSED,' and started to cry. 

'Sarit, please don't cry. It was not your fault,' I tried to console her. 

'YES, IT WAS MY FAULT. DIDI I GOT NERVOUS, LIKE I DID WHEN YOU QUESTIONED US AND SPILLED THE BEANS. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF,' Sarit shouted into the receiver, still crying her heart out. 

'SARIT! STOP IT!' Rashmi didi said, sternly, 'This is no time to cry, what has happened has happened.' 

'Yes, Rashmi is right,' Madhu didi added, 'Now we have to think how to save your marriage.'

'When do they propose to start the divorce proceedings?' Rashmi didi asked. 

'Didi there is more to it,' I said, hesitatingly.

'Come on Adi,' Madhu didi said, getting irritated, 'Tell us the whole thing and not in bits and pieces.'

'They have placed two conditions,' I replied, 'if they are fulfilled then they will not divorce us.'

'Okay, what are they?' Rashmi didi, inquired impatiently.

'First is that they want to fuck you both,' I said thinking that they would explode, but to my surprise Madhu didi asked calmly, 'And which is the second one?' 




It's A Man's World Ch. 04



'They want jiju and jijaji to provide them with a virgin each to fuck in lieu of our cherry, which rightfully belonged to them but they took it,' I said hesitatingly. 

For a minute there was silence. 

'The first one is easily fulfilled but the second condition could pose problems,' Madhu didi said more to herself than to us. 

'Difficult but not impossible,' Rashmi didi added. 

'Hai didi kya aap unse chudwayangi? (Gosh didi, will you let them fuck you?)' Sarit asked, surprised. 

'Why not? It is only fair,' Madhu didi said, 'Our husbands have fucked their wives and equity demands that they fuck our husbands wives, that is us.' 

'Gosh didi, this is exactly how they reasoned when we protested,' Sarit giggled. 

'Clever boys...,' Madhu didi laughed. 

'Shut up you two,' Rashmi didi interrupted urgently, 'I have an idea. They want two virgins to fuck, Right? Okay, then why don't you ask them to fuck your maids, Basanti and Shanti?' 

'Great idea,' Madhu didi said, 'Didn't you say that they would go through fire for you?' 

'We thought of them too, but when we suggested that they could deflower the maids, they laughed in our face. I quote, "You think Basanti and Shanti are virgins? They were once but we took care of their virginity long time back" unquote. Any other ideas?'

'No, not at present,' Madhu didi said, 'Listen you two, don't lose heart, we will definitely comply with both their conditions.'

'But what about the second condition?' I inquired.

'Don't worry, we will do something about it too but first we have to discuss this with Mohan and Abhi,' Rashmi said, 'it could take some time, maybe a couple of months, but it will be done, therefore don't worry.' 

'Thank you didi,' I said, 'I knew that we could count on your help.' We talked about other things for some time before signing off. 

'Oh Adi, I am so happy that our sisters are supporting us,' Sarit said, crossing her heart.

As usual Shamit and Amit came home around seven in the evening. Later, over a drink, I told them about our conversation with our sisters. 

'We know that fulfilling the second condition is not easy,' Amit said, 'if they want time they can have it, as long as it is within reasonable limits.' 

'They said around two months, it could be more or even less,' Sarit said, giving her estimate. 

'That is fine with us, 'Shamit said, 'as long as it happens.' By nine we were ready for dinner. 

'Basanti, lay the table for six and serve dinner,' I ordered. 

'Yes didi,' she replied. 

'Six?' Shamit inquired, raising an eyebrow. 

'Why not?' Sarit replied, 'If they can share our bed, then what is the harm in eating with us.' 

'Big Tits, you are right, 'Shamit conceded, 'accept my apologies.' 

'Didi, the dinner is served,' Shanti announced few minutes later. 

'You both go ahead,' I said, 'we will join you in couple of minutes.' 

Five minutes later we joined them absolutely naked. 

'Wow!' Amit said, 'What a pleasant surprise.' 

'Hey Big Tits, come sit next to me,' Shamit said, patting the chair where I usually sat. 

Minutes later Basanti and Shanti brought the food. They had taken the hint from us and were also naked. 'Gosh, this is getting better and better,' Amit chuckled pulling Basanti next to him. 

'Amit, I think we should also reciprocate,' Shamit said and they both undressed also. 

'Yes that's more like it,' I laughed, catching Amit's erection in my fist. 

'Thank you, this was a great meal but what are we eating for dessert?' Amit said, after we had finished with the main course. 

'You can eat our pussy,' Sarit proposed mischievously, 'You have a choice of four sweet cunts,' 

'They are really sweet, but we'll save them for later,' Shamit said, 'but the question is: what are we eating now?' 

Basanti and Shanti got up and returned with two large bowls. 'Well the alternative is Kheer,' I said, as the maids placed a bowl each in front of the men. 

'Great, I love Kheer. It is my favorite,' Shamit said. 

'Sir, I have prepared it just as you like it,' Basanti said, smiling.

'Good girl,' Shamit said, stroking her naked butt.

'Brother, what do you say we feed the kheer to the ladies first in royal style,' Amit proposed, pushing back his chair.

'Good idea,' Shamit agreed, also pushing back his chair and spreading his thighs, 'Big Tits and Shanti, you kneel between my legs and Adi and Basanti will kneel between Amit's legs.' 

They then proceeded to dip their erection in the kheer and gave it to us to suck. It took a while but we managed to suck them off. 

'Now it is our turn to eat the kheer,' Amit said, 'but we will do that in the bedroom.' 

So we all adjourned to the bedroom. Once there they told Basanti and me to lie on one edge of the bed with our legs spread and hanging down while Sarit and Shanti lay on the other side in similar manner. Then they heaped spoonful of kheer on our slits and licked it clean. 

'Omigosh, this feels good,' I giggled. Soon all four of us were moaning loudly with pleasure. 

'AMIT STOP! OTHERWISE I'LL ADD A NEW FLAVOUR TO THE KHEER,' I screamed. 

'Go ahead, your cunt juice will only enhance the taste of the kheer,' Amit replied and continued to lick my cunt unperturbed. By the time the bowls were empty, I added flavor to the kheer four times. 

'What shall we do now?' Shamit asked wiping his lips. 

'What we did in the morning,' Sarit replied, 'but now it is our turn to be in the middle.' 

Omigosh! What an enjoyable night it was!

Our marriage was back on track. Our husbands were happy and so were we. During daytime when the men folk were at work, we girls, if we found time, ate each other's pussy and at night our husbands fucked us silly. 

We tried out different positions. Amit bought a book illustrating over fifty positions. For some of them one had to be an acrobat. To make fucking more interesting, we even indulged in our fantasies. 

One evening when we were ready to go to bed Amit asked, 'Has any of you ladies had two cocks inside you together?' 

'Hundreds of time,' Sarit laughed. 

'So you volunteer?' Shamit asked, grinning. 

'Of course, I love having two cocks at the same time, one in my cunt and the other in my mouth.' 

'Big Tits, Amit has something different in mind,' Shamit said, 'he meant one cock in the cunt and the other in the gaand (asshole).' 

'You mean at the same time?' Sarit asked, incredulously.

'Yes my dear,' Amit laughed, 'today I read a story written by Sahebji. In the story, Pretty Mary Ann, he and his friend took Mary Ann together and all three of them enjoyed it.' 

'Is it possible?' I asked. 

'According to the story it is, but we have never tried it before and would like to check it out,' Shamit replied truthfully, 'Big Tits, are you ready?' 

'Wait a minute, I have been thinking,' Sarit said, winking at Basanti and Shanti, 'As it is something new and we are trying it out the first time, I think it is for the elders to show us youngsters the way? Girls, do you agree?' 

'Yes, yes,' the maids echoed Sarit's opinion. 

'Adi, I think you are the chosen one,' Shamit laughed. 

'Sarit, you sly bitch,' I said without malice, 'don't worry, someday I will give you the taste of your own medicine. Okay guys, what do you want me to do?' 

'Where do you want whom?' Shamit asked. 

'It is same to me,' I replied, 'you decide.' 

'Main iski gaand maaroonga (I will take her in the ass hole),' Amit opted. 

'Okay,' Shamit said, lying down on the bed. He then asked me to lie on top of him with my knees doubled up towards his armpits; thus leaving my ass hole completely exposed for Amit. Shamit then inserted his cock in my cunt from below and Amit placing his cock on my ass hole pressed for entry. 

'Gently, Amit, gently, it is hurting,' I groaned.

Slowly Amit increased the pressure. 

'OWA,' I screamed, as I felt his phallus enter my back door. 

'I am in,' Amit said excitedly and with one shove pushed the rest of his laurda (cock) inside me. 

'AAYYYIIIIEEEE,' I shouted in pain, 'GOD AMIT, DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?' 

'Sorry, Adi my love,' Amit apologized, 'in my excitement, I forgot that Shamit was also inside you.' 

Then they both started to move their cocks in and out of me. Soon I felt the pleasure rising in both, my front and rear holes. 'Omigosh, that guy, Sahebji or whatever his name is, was right. It is lovely, no it is heavenly,' I moaned. 

Encouraged by my moans of pleasure they increased their tempo. 

'COME ON GUYS MOVE FASTER, Y...HES THAT IS THE WAY. HARDER Y...HES. OH, OHHH, OOOHHHHH GOD I AM ABOUT TO COME. Y..HES, Y...HESSSS, AAAHHHHHHHHH,' I sighed loudly as I came. 

After few more shoves, I first felt Amit shooting his cum into my butt, followed immediately by Shamit depositing his load in my choot. 

'Adi, was it really nice?' Sarit asked, when we had recovered our breath. 

'I don't know,' I laughed, 'before I give my opinion, I think I would like to try it again. Boys, are you ready?' 

'Didi, I think she enjoyed it,' Basanti said. 

'Yes, I think so too. Now it is my turn,' Sarit said, 'Guys, I am ready.' 

'Sorry Big Tits, to be fair to all, we have decided that only one double fuck a day,' Shamit said. 

'AWW! You guys are not fair,' Satit complained. 

'You had the opportunity to try it out first but you chickened out. Now you will have to wait till tomorrow,' Amit told her. 

On weekends we did not socialize but relaxed at home. Very often we did not wear any clothes. On one such Sunday forenoon, we four were relaxing with a glass of beer in the living room while the maids, also naked but wearing short sexy aprons were puttering around. I saw Amit watching Shanti and caressing his hard on. Suddenly Shanti bent down to pick up a few rose petals, which had fallen on the floor. 

'I am going to take her from behind,' Amit said, seeing her exposed backside and jumping up caught Shanti from behind. 

Shanti straightened quickly and pushing Amit away from her yelled, 'HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME?' 

Her action and tone took all of us by surprise, including Amit. We looked at her. She stood a few steps away from Amit and smiled invitingly. 

'Brother, she is play acting,' Shamit advised, 'I think she wants to be wooed.' 

Amit nodded and hugging her said, 'Come on my beautiful darling, let us have a good time.' 

'Aren't you ashamed of yourself molesting strange girls on the street?' she said, and freeing herself from Amit's embrace, walked away swinging her hips sexily. 

'She wants to be taken by force,' Shamit laughed. 

'If she wants to be raped then rape it is going to be,' Amit said, advancing towards her. 

Shanti grinned happily and started to run shouting, 'HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME. SAVE ME FROM THIS RASCAL. YEH MUJHE CHODNA CHAHATA HAI (HE WANTS TO FUCK ME) etc. 

The chase had begun. After ten minutes of running round the furniture Amit caught her. 'Haramzaadi! Ab main tujhe inti zor se chodoonga ki tu teen din tak baith nahin paayegi (Bitch! I will fuck you so hard that you will not be able to sit for three days),' Amit hissed menacingly, trying to tear away her apron. 

'Badmaash, mujhe chord de. Agar chodna hai tau apni ma bahen ko chod (Let me go you rascal. If you want to fuck then fuck your mother and sister),' Shanti replied struggling to get free. 

Here things changed. Shanti was no longer shamming but was trying to free herself in earnest. At least that is the impression I got. 

Amit's face was red with excitement. His phallus was glowing like a red bulb and oozing pre-cum. Few minutes later Amit managed to pull her onto the floor, where the struggle continued. Each time Amit attempted to climb over her Shanti managed to foil him. 

They continued to struggle for ten minutes or so. I could see that Shanti was tiring, and her resistance became feebler and feebler. Taking advantage of this, Amit forced open her legs, pressing them on her breasts, rammed his cock inside her choot. 

'AAAYYYYIIIIEEEEE,' Shanti screamed as if in pain, 'LET ME GO YOU BEAST.' 

Amit paid no heed to her entreaties and continued to fuck her with hard strokes. Each time Shanti begged him to let her go Amit would push hard into her shouting, 'TAKE THAT YOU BITCH. WHAT DID YOU SAY? FUCK MY MOTHER AND SISTER. TAKE THIS YOU WHORE.' 

Soon Shanti fell silent. From her facial expression I could see that she was about to come. Few strokes later she came with a loud, 'AAAAHHHHHHH.' Amit had not finished but after few more in and out strokes he came shouting, 'GOD THIS WAS LOVELY,' and rolled off her. 

'Thank you sir. It was heavenly,' Shanti said, kissing Amit passionately, after she had caught her breath. 

'Shanti, what was this all about?' Sarit asked. 

'Didi, I always fantasized about being taken by force and wondered how it would feel to be raped. Now I know. It felt really great,' Shanti giggled. 

'Why didn't to tell us beforehand?' I asked.

'The surprise element would have been lost,' Shanti rightly pointed out.

'She is right but why did you scream when Amit sir pushed his cock in your choot?' Basanti asked. 

'Exxccuuusse mmee,' Shanti drawled, pulling herself to her full height and stressing each word, 'I always scream when I lose my cherry.' She said this in such a funny manner that we all laughed. 

'Basanti, would you like me to rape you too?' Shamit asked. 

'No thank you sir, I detest violence,' she replied and added, 'but you can fuck me if you like.' 

'Of course, it will be my pleasure,' Shamit said, embracing her. 

'Wait!' Sarit said, 'Basanti, do you have a fantasy?' 

'Yes, I have one too. I always wanted to dress up like a bride, get married and lose my cherry on my wedding night, but now it will have to remain a fantasy only.' Basanti replied sadly,

'No it needn't,' I said, 'Basanti, Shamit can't give you your cherry back but tonight you will try to fulfill as much of your fantasy as possible.' 

Later that afternoon we took her to a beautician, famous for his bridal make-ups. At night we dressed her like a bride with all finery and jewelry. We girls also dolled up as if we were going to attend a real wedding. 

At sharp ten we took Basanti before the twins. Shamit was dressed like a bridegroom and Amit was wearing his most formal suit. 

'Guys, how does the bride look?' Sarit asked, raising Basanti's veil.

'Oh my God!' Amit said, catching his breath and took a few steps towards her, 'Basanti, you look ravishingly beautiful.' 

'Hold your horses brother,' Shamit laughed, 'no touchy touchy, she is my bride.'

After that we performed a mock marriage between the Basanti and Shamit. At the time of going with her "husband" Basanti cried like any other bride would have. 

We then led the bride into the nuptial chamber, which we had decorated with balloons and scented flowers, and sat her down on the bed covered with rose petals. 

'Shamit, you can go in now,' Sarit announced, 'your bride is waiting for you.' 

As Shamit was closing the door behind him I shouted, 'Hold it we are also coming.' 

'Don't tell me that you guys are going to watch?' Shamit asked, surprised. 

'Of course,' Sarit replied, 'any objections?' 

'I have none but I suggest you ask the bride,' Shamit replied. 

'Basanti, please may we watch?' Sarit requested, but before she could reply, I giggled, 'Just to make sure that he behaves himself and does not fuck you in your asshole on your wedding night.' 

'Girls are you mad?' Amit advised, 'Wedding night is a very private and personal thing. I suggest that we leave them alone.' 

'Thank you sir,' Basanti said, softly.

We were very disappointed but had to agree with his irrefutable logic. 

In the morning we asked them, 'How was it?' 

'Basanti was great. She was bashful and shy. She protested just the right amount, not too much or too little,' Shamit said, kissing her, 'and when I "deflowered" her, she even murmured softly, "Oh God, it hurts." Really it was a very pleasurable night.' 

'What have you to say?' we asked Basanti. 

'What can I tell you that you don't know already,' Basanti replied, blushing sweetly, 'You both have experienced a real wedding night and you know all about it,' 

'Thank God that she does not know the real facts,' I thought. 

'Tell us anyway,' Sarit insisted.

'Oh didi! It was heavenly. He was so gentle and considerate,' she sighed, 'I wish he had been like this on the night he actually popped my cherry.' 

'I am sorry darling,' Shamit apologized, 'but then the circumstances and considerations were quite different.' 

'I know, I have no regrets,' Basanti replied, 'Anyhow now I can at least cherish last night.' 

Things were getting too sentimental and to bring them back to reality, I asked jokingly, 'Kahin inhone teri gaand tau nahin mari? (I hope that he did not fuck you in your ass hole?) 

'He wanted to but I did not let him,' Basanti chuckled. 

'Kal nahin maari tau kya hua ab maar leta hoon (No sweat, I will fuck her in the ass now), Shamit said. 

'Most welcome,' Basanti replied, getting into ass fuck position.

'No brother, her ass hole can wait but our new clients will not,' Amit intervened, 'we must get to the office fast otherwise we will be late.' 

Days passed in such fun and frolics. Nearly three months later we got a call from Madhu didi informing us that they were ready to fulfill both the conditions. 

'You have got the virgins?' I asked, surprised. 

'Yes, we have,' Rashmi didi replied. 

'Who are they?' Sarit inquired. 

'I can't tell you on the phone,' Madhu didi giggled, 'but you will meet them soon enough.' That evening, we gave the good news to our husbands. 

'Great, when and where?' Amit inquired. 

'Jiju has taken a cottage on rent near Simla. He wants us to be there on 24th, that is about three weeks from today,' I told them. 

'Why Shimla? Why not here or at their place?' Amit asked.

'I didn't ask,' I replied, 'I am sure they must be having their reasons. Would you like to find out.' 

'No, not necessary. Just thank them. We will be there,' Shamit said. 

Couple of weeks later when we were discussing details of our program, Amit said, 'We are in midst of something important and can't leave with you as planned but you both and the maids go ahead as planned.'

'You think it would be wise to take them with us,' Sarit inquired, 'because you will be screwing our sisters also.' 

'Where is the harm. They are bound to find out sooner or later then why not now?' Shamit argued, 'Remember, our respected brothers are presenting us with a virgin each to deflower, the least we can do is to give them a return gift, that is the choots of Basanti and Shanti, though already fucked, to enjoy.'

'Won't Basanti and Shanti mind, pairing them off like this with relative strangers,' I said, expressing my concern. 

'I doubt it. I think they will jump at the idea of being fucked by two new cocks, but now that you have raised this question, it would be best if we ask them,' Amit suggested, calling out to them.

Shamit explained to them, in brief, what they proposed to do. 'What we want to know is, are you willing?' Amit asked. 

At first they blushed, then lowered their eyes. 'We will do whatever didi says,' they murmured softly but the sparkle in their eyes gave away their real feelings. 

'You naughty girls, you don't fool me for a minute,' I laughed, 'Why are you putting everything on us, I bet just the thought of being fucked by two new cocks has made your cunts wet. Come nearer, let me check.' 

'Nahin, nahin (No, no),' they giggled and ran back to the kitchen. 

'How do we travel? By train?' Sarit asked. 

'Of course not,' Shamit said, 'the driver will take you in the SUV. He can return with our car when we join you te next day. 

The morning we were leaving, Shamit said, 'Ladies, please no fucking our brothers till we permit you.' 




It's A Man's World Ch. 05



Before proceeding to part 5, I reproduce below the closing lines of part 4:

'They are very pretty,' jiju remarked, 'No wonder Shamit and Amit wanted to fuck them.' 

'I wouldn't mind sticking my cock in their cunts either,' jijaji said, 'Mohan, what says you?' 

'So would I,' jiju laughed. 

'You will,' Sarit giggled, 'Our husbands have sent them especially for you both. They said, "when our respected brothers can give us one virgin each to deflower, the least we can do is to give them the choots of Basanti and Shanti in return" or something to that effect.' 

'Really, but what about them, will they agree?' Jiju asked. 

'Of course they will cooperate. They love a good screw,' I laughed, 'but you will have to wait till our men arrive.' 

'Don't worry, we can wait,' jiju laughed. 

'Enough about us,' I said, 'Didi, where are the virgins?' 

NOW PART 5

'Wait a minute,' Madhu didi laughed and rang the call bell.

Couple of minutes later a young eighteen-year-old girl from Nepal entered the room. She was not exactly pretty but had a sexy air about her. She was very fair, about 5 feet 2" tall and slim with small but firm breasts. 

'Ma'am, you rang?' she said. 

'Yes Kanchi. These are our sisters, Adi and Sarit, they will be staying here with their husbands and those there are their maids, Basanti and Shanti. Take the maids to the kitchen, give them tea and show them to your room. They can also sleep there.' 

'Yes ma'am,' she said and greeted us politely. 

'Tell Tulsi to bring tea for us here,' Rashmi didi ordered. 

'As you wish ma'am,' she said and went out taking our maids with her. 

'I have seen that girl before,' I said, 'but I can't recall where?' 

'You must have seen her at our wedding,' Sarit said, 'She was Rashmi didi's maid.' 

'Oh yes, You are right, I place her now,' I said, 'Does she know why she is here?' 

'Yes, she knows that she is going to be deflowered,' Rashmi didi smiled, 'but she thinks that Abhi is going to do it.'

'Jijaji? How did she get that impression?' Sarit asked, surprised.

'It is a long story,' Rashmi didi said. 

'Please didi, tell us,' Sarit pleaded.

'Not now, perhaps later, first meet Tulsi,' Madhu didi said, 'she should be here in a moment.'

Just then we heard a pleasant voice call out, 'Madam, please open the door, both my hands are full?' 

'That must be Tulsi bringing our tea,' Madhu didi said, 'Adi, open the door.'

When I opened the door, for a moment, I was stunned. Tulsi was gorgeous. She was easily the prettiest woman in the room. She was about the same age as Kanchi but looked younger. She had big innocent eyes and her long black hair, knitted into two plats, reached her hips. There was not an ounce of fat on her body. Her curves were of the right size and at the right places. If her shapely boobs had been one size smaller than they were, she would have been a favorite at the "Miss Universe" contest. 

Madhu didi introduced us and told her that our husbands would be joining us tomorrow. She greeted us respectfully and after serving tea left.

'Madhu didi, she is gorgeous, when did you get her?' I asked. 

'I sacked my old maid few days after your wedding,' Madhu didi replied, 'all she did was complain about her aches and pains and watch TV.' 

'How did you find her?' I queried.

'Two days after I had dismissed my old maid, a neighbor sent her. I did not want to employ her as she had no or little experience in looking after children,' Madhu didi explained, 'but your jiju insisted, "How will she gain experience if no one will give her a job," he reasoned. I think the main reason was her pretty face and village fresh choot.'

'Didi, she is so pretty, I hope our husbands don't quarrel over her "village fresh choot" as you put it,' Sarit giggled.

'It won't help because Tulsi will only surrender her virginity to Shamit,' Madhu didi clarified.

'Why Shamit and not Amit, she has not met either of them?' Sarit asked with a tinge of jealousy. 

'There is a story behind this too,' Madhu didi chuckled. 

'WOW! Another story, tell us,' I said, excitedly. 

'I will but first let us listen to; why Kanchi expects to lose her cherry to Abhi,' Madhu didi suggested. 

'A week after we returned home from your wedding, I noticed that Abhi's eyes followed Kanchi whenever she was in the room,' Rashmi didi started to narrate her story.

'What is with you men,' I said to Abhi, one night when we were in bed, 'the moment you see a girl with a fair complexion your laurda (cock) gets hard?'

'It is not that my dear,' he replied, 'it is not her fair skin that attracts me but her tight kori choot (virgin cunt) and secondly I have never fucked a girl from Nepal.' 

'You want to fuck her?' I asked directly. 

'Yes desperately,' he replied, placing my hand on his erection. 'See how hard I am just talking about her.' 

'Go ahead and fuck her,' I said, taking the bull by the horns, 'I am not stopping you.' 

'You are not?' Abhi replied, hugging me, 'Didn't I always say that you are the best wife in the universe?'

'Stop buttering me, you rascal,' I chuckled, 'but under one condition.' 

'OH! OH! A condition,' Abhi said, 'I should have known that there will be a string attached. All right what is it?' 

'I want to watch when you deflower her,' I told Abhi.

'Of course you can watch,' Abhi said laughing, 'you can even sell tickets to your friends if you like.'

'No thanks,' I told him, 'I don't want you to fuck my friends next.'

'It wouldn't be a bad idea, some of them are real beauties,' Abhi said, getting on top of me, 'Oh girls, what a night it was?'

'Hai didi, kahin jijaji ne Kanchi ko chod tau nahin diya? (Gosh didi, I hope jijaji has not fucked Kanchi already?)' Sarit exclaimed.

'Don't worry he has not,' Rashmi didi replied with confidence, 'Kanchi is still a virgin.'

'Next day, when I returned from work,' jijaji said, taking up the narration, 'Kanchi was in the kitchen washing up.' 

'Kanchi, I am home, how about a cup of tea?' I said, putting my arms round her waist and kissing her on her cheek. 

'Oh shaab (Sahib or Sir) please don't, ma'am might see us,' she whispered, extricating her self from my grip.

'Where is she?' I asked. 

'In her bedroom,' Kanchi said.

'Okay, bring the tea there,' I told her.

In the room, I told Rashmi what had taken place. 'Hmm, she neither got angry nor did she scream but warned you of my presence,' Rashmi repeated thoughtfully, 'Do you know what that means?' 

'Yes,' I laughed, 'it means that you will soon be selling tickets to your friends for our private sex show.' 

'I think so too,' Rashmi giggled. 

'Darling, from tomorrow I don't want you to be home when I return from work,' I said. 

'Where shall I go?' Rashmi asked.

'I don't care, do what you like, go shopping or visit Madhu, but stay out of here,' I suggested.

'Quite a tempting proposition, I hope Mohan will also be home by then,' she giggled.

Next day, when I got home I asked Kanchi where Rashmi was. She told me that she had gone out. Immediately, I embraced her and kissed her cheeks. 

'Oh shaab, please don't,' she protested, but made no move free herself or to stop me. 

After kissing her several times I said, 'I will be in the sitting room, bring the tea there.' 

After serving the tea she waited till I had taken a sip. 'Shaab, chai theek hai? (Sir, is the tea okay?)' 

'First class! Thank you,' I replied and started to read the morning papers. I suppose, I could have taken more liberties, but not wanting to scare her off, decided to take things slowly. 

For the next few days I remained with just kissing her on the cheek but on the fourth day I kissed her on her lips. 'Oh shaab, you shouldn't do that,' she protested, blushing sweetly. 

I just laughed and went to the living room to wait for my cup of tea. As usual she waited for me to take the first sip. 'Shaab, chai theek hai? (Sir, is the tea okay?)' she asked, as she did everyday.

'Hmmm, it is too sweet,' I asked, 'how much sugar have you put?' 

'One spoon only, like everyday,' she replied with a puzzled frown. 

'Hmm,' I said smacking my lips, 'then it must be the sweetness of your lips.' 

'OH!' she said blushing and ran into the kitchen. I followed her and hugging her said, 'Kanchi let me taste your sweet lips again,' and kissed her tenderly. 

At first she did not respond but a few moments later, when she did, it turned into a real french kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and sucked her lips. 

When the kiss broke, we both were gasping for breath. 'Kissing on the lips is nice isn't it?' I asked. 

'Oh y...hes,' she replied, blushing and lowering her eyes. 

Kissing became our regular routine. We kissed, whenever we saw the opportunity, even if Rashmi was at home. My next target was her tits. I had a plan but did not find the right opening. Therefore one night I told Rashmi my plan. 

'Don't worry lover boy,' she chuckled, 'I will do the needful. You will have her tits tomorrow.'

Next day when Kanchi served my tea I said, 'Kanchi, bring some more milk, the tea is very strong.' 

'There is no milk. I don't know how but it has turned sour,' Kanchi replied.

'Tau kya hua, tu apna doodh daal deti (How does that matter, you could have put your milk),' I suggested, staring at her boobs.

'Apna doodh? (My milk?)' she said puzzled but when the coin dropped, she giggled, 'Aap mazaak kar rahe hain, mere doodh nahin ata (You are joking, I have no milk).' 

'Let me see,' I said pulling her on to my lap. 

'Oh please let me go,' she begged but did not make any effort to get up. 

While kissing her tenderly I unbuttoned her blouse. 

'Oh shaab, please don't,' she said, as I pushed up her bra revealing a beautiful pair of boobs.

'Kanchi, your boobs are very pretty,' I said, squeezing them gently. 

'No, they are not, they are too small,' Kanchi replied, making a face. 

'They may be small but believe me they are really pretty,' I replied, kissing them.

'Oh Shaab,' she moaned loudly, as I sucked her hard pointed nipples. 

She was really enjoying herself, her eyes were closed and her moans of pleasure got louder and louder. Slowly, I moved my hand to her choot and started to rub it from outside her sari. 

'Shaab, nahin (Sir, no),' she moaned, catching my hand. 

'Karne de, tujhe achcha lagega (Let me, you will like it),' I whispered. 

Hesitatingly she loosened her grip and I recommenced rubbing her cunt. Few minutes later her hips started to move in fuck motion. 

'Oh shaab' 'Oh shaab', she moaned repeatedly. 

When I sensed that she was about to come, I quickly pushed my hand inside her sari. When she felt my fingers massaging her naked choot she moaned loudly, 'OH SHAAB.' I stopped only after she had come twice. 

'Was it nice?' I asked. 

'Oh y...hes, oh y...hes,' she panted.

'Let me do it again,' I said and shagged her one more time. 

Couple of days later, when I had finished frigging her, I asked, 'Kanchi, would like to experience a greater pleasure?' 

'Yes, very much,' she replied eagerly. 

'Then you must get rid of these hair,' I said, pulling her pubic hair lightly. 

'Why? What will you do?' she asked, innocently. 

'I will lick your cunt,' I told her, 'you will love it.' 

'What! No, it is dirty,' she replied. 

'Let me worry about that, you only think of the extreme pleasure in store for you,' I laughed. 

'Can't you do it like I am?' she asked. 

'I can but you won't enjoy it,' I laughed, 'The hair will keep getting into my nose and I will be sneezing half the time, interrupting your pleasure.'

She had no intention to let her hair spoil her pleasure. 'How do I remove them? I have never done it before,' she inquired. 

'I will shave them for you,' I volunteered. 

'NO!' she said loudly, thinking that she will have to undress before me but not realizing that I will see her choot, when I lick it, 'I will shave it myself.' 

'No, you won't. You could cut yourself,' I replied, 'Wait I have another solution.' I gave her Rashmi's hair removing cream and explained how to use it. 

'Okay, I will do it later,' she confirmed. 

The next day when I put my hand inside her sari I found her cunt soft like the butt a newborn baby and devoid of all hair. 

That night I told Rashmi that tomorrow is F - Day. 'What! So soon,' she exclaimed. 

'Yes, tomorrow I am going to eat her pussy,' I smiled. 

'And you think the session will end by your fucking her,' Rashmi chuckled. 

'Normally it does, doesn't it?' I laughed. We then planned how Rashmi could witness the proceedings. 

When I came home the next day, as per plan, Rashmi was waiting for me outside. I let myself in and went straight to the kitchen to divert Kanchi's attention. Meanwhile Rashmi slipped in and stationed herself in our bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. 

After ten minutes, I carried Kanchi into the room and laid her down on the bed and started to undress her. 'STOP!' she shouted, 'why are you undressing me?' 

'How will I lick your cunt, if you are still wearing your clothes?' I asked. 

'Aap mujhe chodoge? (You will fuck me?),' she said, looking at me suspiciously. 

'Agar tu kahegi, tau tujhe chod bhi doonga (If you want, then I will fuck you also).' I replied, releasing my erection from its confines. 

'No, I won't let you fuck me,' she said, staring at my erect cock, 'I am scared of becoming pregnant.' 

'You won't, I promise you,' I assured her, 'I will be careful.' 

'That is what Bahadur told Shama, but she still got pregnant,' she said. 

'Who are these people, Shama and Bahadur?' I asked. 

'Shama is my best friend in the village and Bahadur is a rogue. He is 50 years old, married with three grown up children,' she said, 'His daughter is married in the neighboring village and his two sons, also married, are in the army.'

'What happened?' I asked. 

'Bahadur fucked Shama, assuring her that he will take precautions and she won't become pregnant, but she still did,' Kanchi elaborated. 

'Tell me in detail,' I said, seating her on my lap and kissing her lightly, hoping to find a clue as to how I could get between her legs. 

This is what she told me:

'One afternoon, two years ago, I saw Shama sneaking out of my neighbor, Bahadur's house. I knew that she had no business being there because Bahadur's wife would be working in the fields at this hour.' 

'I confronted her and asked her what she was doing in Bahadur's house? At first she tried to evade my question but ultimately confessed that Bahadur was fucking her.' 

'How did you fall in this lecher's trap?' I asked because on several occasions Bahadur had tried to lure me to visit him. 

'Six months ago, my mother sent me to buy vegetables from his shop. Finding the shop empty, I went into the house. Bahadur was there, but drunk. He lured me inside and half an hour later when I left, I was no longer a virgin. Bahdur had raped me,' Shama replied and started to cry. 

'Stop crying and tell me what happened next,' I said, brusquely. 

'Few days later, Bahadur accosted me in the bazaar and asked me to go home with him,' she continued. 

'Nahin (No),' I told him, 'tu mujhe phir chodega (you will fuck me again).' 

'Why not? You yourself said it was nice,' Bahadur replied. 

'Yes I did but I don't want to get pregnant,' I told him. 

'I think you are already pregnant?' he laughed. 

'Oh my God,' I exclaimed, 'How do you know?' 

'By the way you walk, but I can confirm it by looking at your choot,' Bahadur said. 

'I was so scared that I believed him and accompanied him to his house. He asked me to take off my salwar (pajama part of ladies dress salwar - kameez) so that he could inspect my cunt. 

First he looked then he poked his finger inside me and moved it in and out. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and before I realized, he had replaced his finger with his lund (cock) and started to fuck me.' 

'Frankly, as I was enjoying myself, I let him have his will. When he finished I said, 'Oh Bahadur, why did you do it again, if I was not pregnant before, I will surely be now.' 

'No stupid, you won't,' Bahadur laughed and pointing to his cock added, 'look.' 

I saw his cock was covered with something made out of rubber. 'What is it?' I asked, bewildered. 

'It is a condom,' he explained, 'if I wear this, then all my seed will collect in it and none will go inside your choot. We can fuck without fear of any unpleasant consequences.' 

'Since then I visit him regularly. Kanchi, why don't you also come with me? I tell you fucking is really very enjoyable, you will love it,' Shama said, trying to persuade me to join her. 

'No thank you, I am fine as I am,' I replied but added, 'What you are doing is very dangerous, should something go wrong then your life will be ruined.'

'No problem, I can also wear a condom,' I said, hoping that she would agree. 

'Shaab, as luck may have it, two months later she became pregnant,' Kanchi said, continuing with her story, 'I asked Shama, how did this happen? You said his seed would never enter your choot.' 

'The damned condom tore,' she said, crying. 

At first she did not tell her parents but when her belly became big, she confessed. Her father complained to the village elders. They forced Bahadur to marry her. He didn't mind but his wife did not like it. She treated her like a slave. Today, poor Shama is miserable slave with two children.' 

'Shaab, this is Shama's story,' Kanchi said, concluding it. 

It was clear to me that Kanchi will not let me fuck her so I decided to at least get a look at her choot. 

'All right, if I promise not to fuck you then will you let me eat your pussy and give you the pleasure I had promised?' I asked. 

She thought for a moment, then nodded. 'Yes, but first put that thing away,' she said, pointing to my erection. 

She undressed and lay down on the bed after I had put my cock back behind the zipper. 'Oh shaab, it feels very nice,' she moaned after I had licked her cunt for few minutes. Encouraged I licked harder and pressed her clit between my lips. 

Her moans of 'Oh shaab' became louder and louder. Then suddenly her body arched and she shouted, 'OH SHAAB, IT IS HEAVENLY. GO ON. DON'T STOP. OHH FASTER. H...YES. OHHH, I AM ABOUT TO CUM. GOD I AM THERE. OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH,' and fell back on the bed gasping for breath. I continued to lick and stopped only after she had cum two more times.

'Did you enjoy it?' I inquired. 

'Oh shaab, it was heavenly,' she panted. 

'Kanchi, fucking will give you even more pleasure,' I said, hoping she might agree. 

'I believe you. Shama also said the same,' Kanchi replied, 'Believe me, I also want to give you pleasure but I am scared. Oh, how I wish we could fuck without any fear of pregnancy.' 

Suddenly I had an idea. I ran into the bathroom and returned with Rashmi's birth control pills. 

'Here take them regularly, as directed on the label. These are hundred percent safe,' I told her. 

'Are you sure?' Kanchi asked.

'Yes, madam takes them and she has not become pregnant.' I said, hoping to convince her. 

'Okay, I believe you. I will take them. Should I insert it in my choot before or after we have done it?' she asked innocently. 

'No silly,' I laughed, 'you take it orally. I suggest that you read the directions and follow them carefully. In one month you will be safe.' 

'What! We will have to wait for that long?' she asked. 

'Yes, this is price we will have to pay for hundred percent safety,' I replied. 

'Won't ma'am miss the pills?' she asked. 

'No, she doesn't take them any more, as we are planning to have another baby,' I told her. 

At this point Rashmi didi picked up the thread of the story. 'That night, when we were in bed, I sympathized with Abhi at his disappointment.' 




It's A Man's World Ch. 05



'I can wait. A month is not too long,' he replied, embracing me. 

'So, we are planning to have another baby?' I asked, jokingly. 

'I had to tell her something. Don't worry, I will get a fresh bottle for you tomorrow,' Abhi promised. 

'No, I don't want to take these pills anymore, I'd rather settle for another baby,' I laughed, hugging him back. 

Fortunately your call came a few days later. The same evening I told Abhi about it. 

'Abhi, where will we find a virgin for Amit to deflower?' I asked. Abhi was very sweet. 

'Why another virgin, we have Kanchi,' he replied. 

'I thought you wanted to pop her cherry,' I asked. 

'Yes, but that was before Sarit's problem came up. Remember, I have only one saali (sister, wife's sister) and for her happiness, I am willing to sacrifice the cherry of many Kanchi's,' was his reply. 

'Oh jijaji, did you really say that?' Sarit said, falling all over jijaji. 

'What happened next?' I asked, bringing the conversation back on track. 

Jijaji said, 'In the month that followed, I kept rubbing and eating her pussy. After thirty days I did not make a move to fuck her. Kanchi waited for a few days and said, 'Shaab, mahina pura hogaya hai (Shaab, the month is over).' 

I told her that to be on the safe side, we should wait for ten days more. When the ten days were over, she reminded me again. 

'Kanchi, this is your first time and I want you to give you so much pleasure that you cherish it all your life,' I told her, 'This is not possible here with the fear of madam discovering us. In a fortnight we all will be going to Shimla for a holiday. We will enjoy ourselves there.' 

Kanchi understood this in her own way. 'You don't like me any more,' she wailed. 

'No, that is not so,' I told her. 

'I don't believe you,' she replied and threatened, 'if you disappoint me again, then I will give myself to the first man who wants me.' 

'This is how the matter stands as of today,' Abhi said, concluding the story. 

'Rashmi didi, one question,' Sarit said, 'why didn't you tell us on the phone about jijaji and Kanchi?' 

'I asked her the same thing when I found out,' Madhu didi remarked. 

'How could I? Kanchi's virginity belonged to Abhi,' Rashmi did explained, 'I had to first ask him.' 

'We will have to apprise Amit with the facts,' Sarit said. 

'Yes but jijaji has to "disappoint" her,' I laughed. 

'Yes that is true,' we agreed. 

'Now what is story behind Miss Universe?' I asked. 

'Miss Univ... oh you mean Tulsi. She is very pretty, isn't she?' Madhu didi asked. 

Couple of days after your call, Rashmi and Abhi came over for dinner. Rashmi told us about Kanchi,' Madhu didi said, commencing her story. 

'Is she willing?' Mohan asked. 

'She is ready to get her hole plugged by Abhi but whether she will agree to someone else doing it, is the million dollar question,' Rashmi reported. 

'Don't worry, I will "disappoint" her so much that when the time comes, she will eagerly spread her legs for Amit,' Abhi said. 

'What about Tulsi?' Rashmi asked, 'Will she cooperate?' 

'I doubt it. Mohan tried to embrace her once but she screamed, "Babuji (Sir), if you ever try to touch me again, I will tell madam and leave the job." We don't know what to do? Any ideas?' I asked them, shaking my head in despair. 

'Ideas are dime a dozen. Tell me about her,' Abhi declared, optimistically. 

'Like all village girls, Tulsi is simple, superstitious, very religious and orthodox in her thinking. She goes to the temple three times a week and still believes every word the pundit (priest) tells her,' I told them. 

'These type of girls are very gullible,' Rashmi remarked, 'Unscrupulous pundits take advantage of them and, in the name of God, fuck them.' 

'She is full of praise of our local pundit. I am afraid that one day he will pop her cherry,' I replied, agreeing with Rashmi. 

'What are her relations with her family?' Abhi asked. 

'She has only her parents. She loves them very much,' I explained, 'her three siblings died in an epidemic that hit her village some years ago.' 

'Does she have a mole or birthmark at a spot, which is not normally visible to you and me?' Abhi asked. 

'How would that help?' Mohan inquired. 

'Just tell me. An idea is forming in my mind,' Abhi replied. 

'Not that I know off,' I replied, but quickly corrected myself, 'wait a minute, she has a crescent shaped birthmark near her left cunt lip.' 

'How do you know that?' Rashmi asked, laughing, 'do you always look at the choot of your maids or is something going on between the two of you?' 

'I wish there was, then convincing her to lose her cherry would not have been too difficult,' I replied, wistfully. 

'Then why did you look at her choot?' Rashmi persisted. 

'I had to,' I explained. 

'Darling, you never told me,' Mohan complained. 

'It was a small matter, not worth mentioning,' I clarified. 

'Let us be the judge, tell us now,' Rashmi giggled.

'One morning, about a fortnight after she had started to work for us,' Madhu didi explained, 'I noticed that she was scratching her crotch frequently.' 

'Tulsi, tu apni choot ko baar baar kyon khujaati hai? (Tulsi, why do you scratch your cunt so often?)' 

'I don't know madam, it itches so,' she replied, blushing. 

'Have you looked to see why it is itching?' I asked. 

'Looked! I would never look there. It is a sin to look at yourself,' she replied, innocently. 

'All right, then let me look,' I suggested. 

'Oh madam, please don't. I will die of shame,' she said, with tears in her eyes. 

'All right,' I said, 'then I will take you to a doctor.' 

'No, please not a doctor, I could never undress in front of a stranger? I would rather die first,' she cried. The tears were now running down her cheeks. 

This was getting too much for me. 

'Listen Tulsi, either you let me look or you go to a doctor,' I said sternly, 'I can't have you scratching your choot in front of babuji and our guests.' 

She understood what I meant and chose the lesser evil. 

'Aap dekh leejiye (You have a look),' she said, blushing. 

'Go to my bedroom, undress and lie down,' I told her, 'I will come in a minute.' 

When I entered, I saw that she had taken off all her clothes and was naked. Guys, I tell you, she has a beautiful body. The only blemish, from my point of view, was that for an eighteen-year-old, the growth on her choot was quite thick. 

After an exhaustive examination, I said, 'Tulsi there is something but I can't see properly. I will have to clip your hair.' 

'Oh madam, please don't,' Tulsi whined. 

'Shut up girl,' I said tersely, 'let me, it is for your own good.' 

Even after I had clipped her pubic hair, I couldn't see clearly what was wrong with her. I then proceeded to remove her hair. Tusli opened her mouth to protest but seeing my stern look lay back quietly. 

Then raising her legs, I scrutinized the area thoroughly. It was then I noticed the birthmark. I also saw the cause of her discomfort. A rash was developing between her legs and told her so. I applied an anti rash salve, which I had in my medicine chest.  

'Here, take this salve and apply it twice daily and for God's sake look at your choot to see if it is improving, otherwise it is to the doctor with you,' I threatened. 

'Yes madam,' she said meekly. 

'Your jhaand (pubic hair) is very thick, to avoid reoccurrence, I suggest that you keep removing it periodically.' 

'Yes madam,' she replied, blushing.

'Now you know how I happened to see her birthmark,' I concluded.

'How does she look naked?' Mohan asked. 

'Darling, I was waiting for you to ask me that,' I laughed, 'Oh very beautiful. Her tits are a little large but are perfectly shaped and her choot hole is so small that even my little finger would hurt her. At that time I wondered who the lucky man would be, who will make it bigger,'

'Mohan, it won't be you or me,' Abhi sadly, 'it will have to be one of the twins.' 

'What a pity,' Mohan sighed, 'Have you come up with an idea?' Mohan asked. 

'Yes, just a glimmer of one but first let me mull it around,' Abhi replied. 

'Please tell us,' Rashmi pleaded. 

'Not now, perhaps later,' Abhi laughed, 'If my idea works then soon Tulsi won't be virgin any more.' 

After dinner when they were leaving, Abhi asked, 'what are you doing on Sunday forenoon?' 

'Nothing at present,' Mohan replied. 

'Good, stay at home, we might come over,' he chuckled.

On Sunday forenoon Mohan and I were relaxing in the sitting room when the bell rang. 'I think Rashmi and Abhi have come,' I said to Mohan. 

Just then Tulsi came running into the room. She was very excited. 'Madam a sadhuji (a religious man) has come,' she panted. 

'Oh, send him away,' I replied, 'as in my opinion, all sadhus and their ilk were frauds, trying to make a quick buck, by exploiting simple God fearing folk.'

'Please madam, he looks very learned. It is also very hot outside. Please, may I invite him in and give him some cold water to drink,' she begged. 

'All right but only for a few minutes,' Mohan said. 

Few seconds later, Tulsi escorted a sadhu, dressed in the usual yellowish clothes, with long hair and a flowing white beard. There was an unusual glow on his face. We greeted him respectfully and requested him to be seated. 

'God is great,' the sadhu said, blessing us and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Tulsi brought a glass of cold water. 

The sadhu reached for the glass but to our surprise suddenly withdrew his hand. 

'Maharaj (a respectful form of addressing a sadhu), is something wrong?' Mohan asked, perturbed. 

'Maharaj, paani lijiye, bilkul shudh hai. Maine apne haath se glass ko do baar dhoya hai (Maharaj, please take the water, it is clean. I have personally washed the glass two times),' Tulsi begged. 

'It is not that, my child,' the sadhu replied, 'it is because I felt the presence of an evil Spirit.' 

'An evil Spirit, in our house?' I asked, shocked. 

'Yes, a very evil Spirit, a Spirit of Darkness. It brings death with it,' the sadhu explained, 'if I had sensed it earlier, I would never have entered your house.' 

'Maharaj, is there something we can do to get rid of it?' I asked, perturbed. 

'God is great, but first we must locate where it is,' Maharaj said, closing his eyes, 'let me think.' 

'When I walked in, I did not feel it's presence but when I reached for the water, I sensed it. Right?' he murmured softly to himself. 

'Yes Maharaj, then it has something to do with the water or the glass,' Mohan said, logically. 

'Or with this girl. This type of Spirit enters "live beings" only,' the sadhu explained. 

Then the sadhu suddenly reached out towards Tulsi. For a moment I thought that he was going to grab her tits, but he stopped just short of them. He then scanned her body with his open palm. First her back and then the front. As his palm reached below Tulsi's abdominal region, his palm started to vibrate. 

'I have found it,' the sadhu announced, triumphantly, 'I am surprised that it is sitting so deep down in her body.' 

'Who are these Spirits?' Mohan asked. 

'These are evil Spirits, who have lost their way. They float in the atmosphere and enter a body at will, do their mischief and move on but they never go so deep in a body. There must be something there to have attracted it.'

'Yes, her virgin cunt you lecher,' I thought but aloud I said, 'Can't we just leave it there, maybe it will soon find its way out.' 

'I wouldn't advice it, it could harm this child,' the sadhu said, pointing to Tulsi, 'as I said earlier, this type of Spirit usually bring death with it.' 

'Oh maharaj, am I going to die?' Tulsi said, starting to weep. 

'Child, don't cry,' the sadhu said, 'they seldom harm the body they enter but they bring death to the victim's loved ones, like their spouse, parents, siblings etc.'

'Oh maharaj, I have only my parents,' Tulsi wailed, 'Please save them, I love them so much.' 

'Is there a way or a remedy to get rid of this Spirit, without it creating any mischief?' Mohan asked. 

'God is great,' the sadhu said, 'there is always a remedy against evil but first I must find out the strength of this particular Spirit. Tell me child, do you have a mole or a birthmark in the lower part of your body?' 

Tulsi thought for a minute and replied, 'No maharaj, I don't?' 

'Yes, she has one,' I contradicted, thinking that he was really a learned man, 'she has a birthmark in the shape of a crescent on her private parts.' 

Tulsi stared at me and starting to protest. 'Yes Tulsi, you have one, I saw it the other day,' I said, firmly. 

'Ah! A crescent, crescent is moon; moon is visible only at night and night means darkness. To judge its strength, I must know more about it. Maybe, if the child permits I can take a look?' the sadhu suggested. 

'The lecherous old man,' I thought, 'he is not learned, he only wants to look at Tulsi's kori choot (virgin cunt) and maybe cajole her in letting him fuck her, which shouldn't be difficult in her present frame of mind.' 

Not wanting to be rude I said politely, 'Maharaj, you need not trouble yourself, I'll look. Tell me what you want to know.' 

'As you wish,' sadhu replied, 'Just pay special attention to the size, hue and to which side are the points of the crescent pointing.' 

While I looked at Tulsi's choot, I gave her a mirror to see the birthmark for herself. 

'Oh my God!' she exclaimed, 'it has been there all the time and I didn't even know.' 

'How could you, you considered looking at yourself a sin,' I replied rubbing it in. 

Returning to the sitting room, I told the sadhu that the mark was half an inch long, not very dark with sharp contours and the crescent points are towards her lower lips. 

'Oh, oh that is not a good sign,' the sadhu said, looking towards the ceiling. 

'Oh maharaj, please save my parents,' Tulsi cried, 'I am willing do anything.'

'All right, to find the answer I have to contact the Spirit,' the sadhu said, stretching his hand towards her, 'Child don't be alarmed, I am going to place my hand just below your abdomen.' 

He placed his open palm below her abdomen, precariously near her cunt. The palm started to vibrate vigorously. In doing so his outstretched thumb was hitting Tulsi's clit. 

'OH,' Tulsi moaned loudly. 

To me it was obvious that the sadhu was doing this on purpose. Before I put a stop to this, I looked at Mohan for his reaction. I was surprised to see that Mohan was smiling and nodding his approval, as he watched the sadhu pounding Tulsi's clit with his out stretched thumb. 

As I was wondering what to do next, the sadhu shouted, 'NEEIIGHH,' followed by 'NAHYAAT', then he listened intently, 'DOOSSSTTATI' he screamed again. 

Suddenly, he nodded and broke into a smile. His hand stopped vibrating and he placed it firmly on Tulsi's lower region. I could see that his thumb was pressing Tulsi's clit. 

For the next ten minutes or so the sadhu continued to "converse" with the evil Spirit, listening, nodding and smiling at times. 

'AH,' the sadhu said, removing his palm from Tulsi's lower abdomen, 'now I know everything.'

'Maharaj, what did the Spirit say?' Tulsi asked, panting. I saw that her face was flushed. I bet the sadhu had made her cum. 

'The Spirit was very angry,' the sadhu said to Tulsi, 'It was under the impression that you are purposely holding it captive.' 

'But maharaj, I didn't even know that it was there,' Tulsi said. 

'That is what I told the Spirit and finally it calmed down,' the sadhu smiled, 'the Spirit wants to leave but is not finding a way out.' 

'Why can't it leave the save way it entered?' I asked, skeptically. 

'That is exactly what I suggested,' the sadhu replied, 'apparently this child is very religious, are you?'

'I say my prayers every morning and keep reciting religious mantras, which my parents have taught me, during the day while attending to my duties,' Tulsi replied, proudly. 

'That is what the Spirit said, it can't leave the way it entered because she keeps reciting God's name,' the sadhu said, then turning to Tulsi asked, 'Child are you married?' 

'No maharaj,' she replied, blushing. 

'Kya kissi ne tujhe...kya tera malik tujhe chodeta hai? (Has someone...is your master fucking you?),' the sadhu asked, staring suspiciously at Mohan. 

'Nahin, maharaj (No, maharaj),' Tulsi replied, her face becoming beet root red, 'meri choot bilkul kori hai (I am a virgin)'.

'Now I know why the Spirit can't leave through her lower passage, because it is closed,' the sadhu said, then turning to Tulsi added, 'you understand what I am saying?'

'Haan maharaj, iss buri Atma ko nikalne ke liye mujhe apni choot phardwani paredgi (Yes maharaj, to give this evil Spirit a clear path, I will have to lose my virginity),' Tulsi replied. 

'Maharaj, if it is only the matter of opening her lower passage, then I can easily do it,' Mohan suggested, grinning broadly. 

'Haan, haan, yeh theekh hai. Babuji meri choot phard denge (Yes, yes, this is a good idea. Sir can deflower me,' Tulsi said excitedly, looking gratefully at Mohan, 'phir uss Atma ka nikalne ka raasta saaf ho jayega (and then the passage for the Spirit to leave will be clear).' 

'It is not such a simple matter,' the sadhu replied, 'it must be done by a particular person at a particular place.'

'Please maharaj, tell me, to save my parents I will cooperate with that person also,' Tulsi begged.

'All right child, listen carefully,' the sadhu said, 'You will have to go to the right city. There you will meet a tall handsome man. This man will be of higher social standing than you are. He will like you and call you to his room. You must go to him and let him open your lower passage. Remember, you must obey him without question in all matters.' 

'Yes, I will do that,' Tulsi agreed eagerly. 

'But maharaj, how will she recognize the right man and the place?' ' I asked,

'Both the names will start with 'Sh'. Remember this must be done within sixty days from today, otherwise the Spirit has told me that it will put a curse on your parents and they will die before sunset of the seventieth day from today. Now I must go.' the sadhu said, standing up.

As the sadhu was leaving he said, 'One word of caution, let the man take the initiative. If you lose your cool then the Spirit will not leave and your sacrifice will go waste.' 

'Don't worry maharaj, I will remain as cool as a cucumber,' Tulsi replied confidently. 

'What if in her eagerness to save her parents, she does take the initiative, then what must she do to make the Spirit to leave,' Mohan asked. 

'In that case, she will have to do the same with AAM, what she did with the man,' the sadhu elaborated. 

'Aam (mango)?' Tulsi repeated, 'maharaj, aam ko kaisse chodete hain? (maharaj, how does one fuck a mango?)'

'She is right,' I said, 'maharaj, you must clarify this point before leaving.' 

'My child, God is great. If and when the time comes then HE will show you the right path,' is all the sadhu would say. 

Then with a loud, 'GOD IS GREAT,' he left the room. 

'I am glad that the hocus pocus man is gone,' I said to Mohan, as Tulsi went to see the sadhu off, 'Did you notice, first he wanted to see Tulsi's choot. When I foiled his plan, he banged his thumb on her clit, till the poor girl came.'

'Instead of calling him names, you should be thankful to him,' Mohan replied, 'Now all Adi's problems are solved. Tulsi has agreed to let a man, whose name starts with 'Sh' to take her cherry. Shamit also starts with 'Sh'. All we have to do is to take Tulsi to Shimla and invite Shamit.' 

'Gosh! Mohan you are right,' I exclaimed, 'I was so involved in making sure that, that the rogue does not molest Tulsi that I completely overlooked this aspect.' 




It's A Man's World Ch. 05



Just then Tulsi returned after seeing the sadhu off. 'I am so glad that you allowed maharaj to come in, otherwise my parents would surely have died a premature death,' she said smiling, then suddenly became sad and added, 'but how will I save them, I never go anywhere,' 

'Have faith in God. He sent maharaj here and He will also look after the rest.' I said, barely able to stop myself from giggling.

'You think so?' she asked innocently. 

'Of course, have faith in Him,' Mohan said, 'God is great.' 

Tulsi gave a sigh of relief. 

In the evening we went over to Rashmi's, to tell them the good news. I was so excited that as soon as we entered, I said excitedly, 'Listen, you won't believe what happened today.' 

'Tulsi has agreed to give her cherry to Shamit,' Rashmi replied.

'You told them,' I accused Mohan. 

Suddenly, all three burst out laughing. 'Why are you laughing?' I asked, perplexed. This made them laugh even louder. 

'Didn't you know that the sadhu was no other than Abhi,' Mohan replied, still laughing. 

'Mohan, I am very angry with you,' I said, 'you knew and did not tell me.' 

'Sweetheart, don't be angry,' Mohan replied, 'In the beginning I was also fooled by his disguise but when you took Tulsi into the bedroom, Abhi revealed himself. We wanted you to act naturally that is the reason why we did not tell you.' 

'Abhi, congratulations, you are a great actor,' I said, 'you had me completely fooled.' 

'If I fooled you then I bet Tulsi is also fully convinced that I was the real McCoy,' Abhi said. 

'Oh yes, she can hardly wait to sacrifice her virginity and save her parents from their untimely demise,' Mohan chuckled. 

'Madhu, I have a bone to pick with you,' Abhi said, 'Why did you not let me look at her kori choot (virgin cunt)?'

'I would have, if I had known it was you,' I giggled, 'but you did manage to make her cum with your thumb.' 

'I thought so too,' Abhi laughed. 

'Abhi, what did you mean by that she has to do the same with a mango?' I asked.

'Madhu, not a mango but AAM, which is the acronym for Amit, Abhi and Mohan,' Abhi explained laughing, 'You think we would let Shamit fuck the pretty Tulsi alone, no way. We also want a piece of her choot.' 

'Abhi, you are not only a good actor but also a very sly man,' I chuckled. 

'Now all you have to do is to find an excuse to feed her birth control pills,' Abhi said, 'we wouldn't want young Tulsi to get pregnant, would we?'

When we returned home, Tulsi was sniffling. Her eyes were bloodshot, she had been crying. 

'Tulsi, has anything happened?' I asked, having visions of her being raped by an intruder in our absence. 

'Oh madam!' she exclaimed and started to cry. 

'Tulsi, stop crying and tell me what is bothering you?' I asked, hugging her. 

'Oh madam, what if I get pregnant?' she wailed, 'my parents will die of shame, it will be a fate worse than death for them.' 

'God is really great,' I thought.

'Is that all?' Mohan said, calmly, 'Madhu, give her your birth control pills. I will get some more tomorrow.' 

I brought the pills and explained how they were to be taken, warning her that she must under no circumstances miss even one day. 

'Oh thank you,' Tulsi gushed, 'you have taken a load off my mind.' 

'This reminds me Mohan, you never did get the pills,' Madhu didi said. 

'Sorry my dear, I forgot,' Mohan replied, 'I will get them tomorrow.' 

Tulsi was overjoyed when we told her that she was coming with us on a holiday to Shimla. 

'SSSHHHIIMMMLLLAAA! HERE I COME,' she screamed, gushing with happiness, 'Madam, you were right, God is great.' 

'This is how we, no Abhi convinced Tulsi to lose her virginity to Shamit,' Madhu didi said, concluding her story. 

Shamit and Amit arrived the next day around teatime. Madhu didi introduced Shamit and Amit to Kanchi and Tulsi.

Kanchi greeted them respectfully but Tulsi shouted, 'WHAT DID YOU SAY? HIS NAME IS SHHA...FIRST SH...SHIMLA AND NOW SH...SHAMIT, THANK YOU GOD, YOU ARE REALLY GREAT,' Tulsi shouted, running out of the room. 

Bewildered Shamit asked, 'What is with this girl? Is she mad?' 

'No Shamit, she is not mad but only excited,' Madhu didi said, relating not only Tulsi's but also Kanchi's story. 

'Shamit, remember that you have to make Tulsi take the initiative otherwise she may not let us fuck her,' Abhi said.

'I'll try my best,' Shamit replied, 'if that fails, I can always order her to screw you guys too.' 

'I purposely built in that safe guard,' Abhi replied, 'it would be desirable if she thinks that she had to agree because of her mistake.'

We discussed the course of action. It was decided that we wait for a day or two before proceeding with our agenda. 

During the next twenty-four hours nothing happened but I noticed that Tulsi was acting very strangely. 

'Didi, what is with Tulsi?' I asked Madhu didi, 'she seems to be following Shamit around and if he is nice to someone she frowns and starts to cry.' 

'I noticed it too,' Madhu didi laughed, 'she is just being childish. She thinks that God has made Shamit for her alone.' 

'I will soon put an end to it,' I replied, getting angry. 

'Adi don't. It is just puppy love,' Madhu didi said, 'she will be all right after all four have fucked her.' 

Two days later at teatime, we discussed the matter again. 'I think we should get on with our program,' jijaji said, 'Kanchi has reminded me twice.' 

'What did you tell her?' Rashmi didi asked, 'she looked pleased as punch.'

'The only way I could pacify her was to tell her that I had a plan to fuck her in front of her mistress, so that we can continue fucking, without fear of discovery, even after we returned home,' jijaji explained. 

'Now, if you don't fuck her, she will be very, very angry,' Madhu didi laughed. 

'That is exactly what I am hoping for,' jijaji replied smiling.

'Yes, we must start,' Shamit concurred, 'Tulsi is getting into my hair.' 

'Shamit, all you have to do is to ask her and she will come running into your arms,' Rashmi said.

'And Abhi can make Kanchi jealous by fucking one of us in front of her, so that she crawls into Amit's bed willingly,' Madhu didi added. 

'You may be right,' Amit answered, 'but Shamit and I have decided that we will fuck them in front of every one, so that all four of us can enjoy their tight cunts.' 

'It is a great idea. Thanks guys,' jijaji said, 'we must find another way.' 

'I think we should start tonight after dinner,' jiju said, 'but the question is, what do we do?'

'Let us play a game of cards with a wager to make it interesting,' Shamit suggested. 

'It won't work,' Madhu didi said, 'the maids won't bite. They don't have spare money to gamble.'

'Who said anything about money?' Shamit answered, 'we will play teen patti (three cards also known as flush/flash, a game like poker but played with three cards instead of five). The loser of each deal forfeits a garment he or she is wearing, while the winner can ask anyone to do what he or she commands.'

'Oh you mean strip poker but with the rules of teen patti,' jiju said. 

'Absolutely,' Shamit said, 'when they are naked then most of their inhibitions will disappear. In this state they are more likely to agree to letting all four of us fuck them and the game will also provide entertainment.' 

'That is true,' I said, 'What happens if we are naked and the virgins still retain their clothes? After all it is a gamble.' 

'That would be just purrrrfect,' Sarit purred. 

'Sarit darling,' Amit said, 'your turn will also come.'

'You don't know Amit, give him a pack of cards and he will make them tango,' Shamit laughed.

'Amit, I did not know this side of yours,' I laughed. 

'I have many other qualities that you are still ignorant about,' Amit laughed. 

'Where is the guarantee that the maids will agree to join our game,' I asked. 

'I have thought of this also,' Shamit replied, 'should such a situation arise, then Abhi can indicate to Kanchi that it is part of his plan and I will see to it that Tulsi joins in. Shanti and Basanti won't object, they know why we are here.' 

'Okay any more doubts?' jiju asked, 'No. Good it is decided that is what we do.'

We then discussed the rules and modalities in detail. 

'Everyone is to assemble in our room in half an hour, we will play fun games,' Madhu didi announced, after dinner, ' and you four also join us in the fun.' 

When we all had assembled in Madhu didi's bedroom jiju announced, 'We will play teen patti.' 

There was chorus of protests from the maids. 'Yeh tau jua hai. Hamare pass paise nahin hai (It is gambling. We don't have money),' Kanchi said. 

'She is right,' Tulsi said, 'I don't even know how to play the game.' Basanti looked questioningly at Sarit and me. I nodded. 

'I have neither the money nor do I know how to play this game but I think it will be fun. I will play.' Basanti said. 

'Me too,' Shanti affirmed. 

'Listen girls, we are not going to play with money,' jiju explained, 'the loser of a deal will have to forfeit a garment he or she is wearing. The winner of the deal can ask anyone to do anything but only with the part of the body, which is exposed.' 

I was watching Kanchi and jijaji. Kanchi, raising her eyebrow, looked at jijaji. He winked at her and nodded. 

'I am also willing to try,' Kanchi declared. 

'Tulsi, what about you?' jiju asked. She still hesitated. 

'Come on Tulsi, join us,' Shamit coaxed, 'you can sit next to your mistress, she will help you.' 

'If you say so, then I will also play,' Tulsi said, obediently. 

'Good girl,' Shamit replied patting her on her back. Tulsi grinned happily. 

'In case of any dispute, Mohan, being the eldest, will be the umpire. Agreed?' jijaji suggested. All agreed. 

We spread out a sheet on the carpet and settled down. 'Two things first,' jiju said, 'as per the rules of the game, the players deal by rotation but I suggest that only one person deals. Any objections?' There were no objections. 

'Okay, now who wants to deal?' jiju asked. There were cries of 'not me' 'not me' from us and 'we don't know how' from the maids. 

'Amit, why don't you deal?' Shamit said. 

'Okay, as some of us don't know how to play this game, let us remove the gambling angle,' Amit replied, shuffling the cards, 'I will deal the cards face up and then determine the winning and the losing hand.' 

'Good idea,' we echoed.

'To be fair, we all must have equal number of garments on. I am wearing four,' Amit declared. 

All the other men were also wearing four items namely, underpants, vest, shirt and trousers. The ladies, except for Tulsi and Kanchi, who were not wearing panties, were wearing five garments namely, panties, bra, petticoat, blouse and sari. 

'Either you ladies take off your panties or give these two one to wear,' jiju decreed, 'and we will wear socks to make five.'

'Shanti,' Sarit said, 'give them my panties to wear.' 

'No didi, Basanti and I will give them ours,' Shanti replied and asked them to follow her. 

'Mohan, how about a drink?' jijaji suggested, 'alcohol will help them to relax and also to overcome their natural inhibitions.' 

'Capital idea. Whisky soda for all coming up,' Jiju announced. 

When the maids returned jiju gave them their glasses. There was no problem with Basanti and Shanti, as they had had drinks with us before, but Kanchi and Tulsi were reluctant. 

'I won't. I have never had alcohol before,' Tulsi declared. 

Kanchi was sitting in between jijaji and me. 'Kanchi, take the glass,' jijaji whispered to her, 'It is part of my plan.' 

Without further ado Kanchi accepted the drink. 

'Tulsi, even Kanchi is drinking, Shamit said, 'There is nothing to worry about, it is only fermented grape juice.' Tulsi took her glass, unable to refuse Shamit.

The first deal was dealt. Madhu didi whispered into Tulsi's ears. 

'What! I have won. Who has lost,' 'Tulsi shouted, looking around excitedly and taking a big gulp of her drink. The loser was Shanti. 

'Yes, yes take off your sari,' Tulsi ordered, 'and then bow before me and say, "Your Majesty, I am your slave," three times.' Shanti obeyed. 

'I like this game,' Tulsi giggled. The game went on. After several deals, I lost and jiju won. 

'What do you want me to do?' I asked, unwinding my sari. 

'Kiss someone you love,' jiju said. I crawled to Shamit and gave him a long wet kiss but watched Tulsi from the corner of my eye. She looked angrily at me and then turned her head away. 'She thinks if I can't see it then it is not happening,' I thought, smiling to myself.

Amid lots of shouting and laughing the game went on. Then Kanchi lost and Amit won. 'Kiss someone you love,' Amit ordered. 

Kanchi boldly approached jijaji and gave him a long passionate kiss. I watched Rashmi didi. Her expression didn't change. She continued to clap and encourage Kanchi shouting, 'Go on Kanchi, go on.' If Kanchi was trying to make Rashmi didi jealous then she had failed miserably. 

Two hours and several drinks later the situation was that all the men had their vests and underpants on. Among the ladies the situation was slightly different. All of us were still wearing our panties except for Kanchi and Tulsi, who in addition had their bras on. 

When it was Sarit's turn to unleash her mountainous boobs, Kanchi said, admiringly, 'Oh didi, you have such beautiful big tits.' 

'Thank you sweetie,' Sarit beamed.

In the next deal Kanchi lost. 'Oh shaab, must I take off my bra?' Kanchi asked jijaji. 

'I am afraid you must, rules are rules,' he replied. 

Hesitatingly, Kanchi took off her bra. 'By God Kanchi, your tits are beautiful, I would love to fondle and kiss them,' Shamit said, reaching out for them. 

'Shamit stop. You can't. Shanti has won this deal, not you. Shanti what would you like Kanchi to do?' jiju intervened. 

Shanti thought for a moment and said, 'Kanchi, sing a song in your native language.' Kanchi had a beautiful voice. While she sang Shamit kept ogling at her tits, reducing poor Tulsi to tears. 

In the following two deals Shamit and jiju lost their vests. Then it was Tulsi turn to lose. She quickly took off her bra and pushed her beautiful boobs towards Shamit, but he merely glanced at them and said, 'Who has won?' 

The winner was Sarit. Sarit wanted Tulsi to sing a popular song. 'I don't know any popular song but if you like I can sing a bhajan (a religious song),' Tulsi said, trying to hold back her tears. 

'Okay, do that,' Sarit replied.

Tulsi sang but she lost control on her tears. They ran down her cheeks like two rivulets. 

'I don't want to play anymore, I am very sleepy,' she said, when she had finished, then placing her head on Madhu didi's lap, closed her eyes and curled up on the floor. Kanchi's eyes were also heavy with sleep. 

'All right,' jiju said, 'it is getting late but tomorrow we will continue from here. Okay?' 

'Whatever you say,' Kanchi and Tulsi mumbled. 

'Basanti, Shanti, you take them to their room and after tucking them in the bed come back here,' Shamit said. 

'Why did you send them away,' Madhu didi said, when the maids had left, 'this was a golden opportunity for you to take their cherry.' 

'Maybe, but they were tipsy and sleepy, it would not be fair to them,' Amit replied, 'We want to deflower them when they know what is happening,' Just then Basanti and Shanti returned. 

'Girls, keep their cunts nice and hot,' Shamit said, 'we are going to deflower them tomorrow.' 

'Yes, we understand. We know what to do,' they nodded and turned to leave. 

'Don't you dare put anything in their choot, not even the tip of your tongue,' Amit warned. 

'What do we do tonight?' Sarit asked, when the maids had left.

'Tonight Amit and I are going to fuck your dear sisters,' Shamit proposed. 

'It will be our pleasure,' Madhu didi smiled, hugging him, 'whom would you like to have first?' 

'I think I will start with the sister of my wife,' Amit declared, 'and in the meanwhile, our respected brothers can revisit the choots of our dear wives.' 

That night our husbands concentrated on our sisters while jiju and jijaji fucked Sarit and me. 

In the morning around eight Basanti and Shanti brought morning tea for us. 

While we were sipping our tea Madhu didi asked, 'What are the virgins doing?' 

'They are just opening their eyes,' Basanti replied, grinning. 

'Shanti, what happened last night?' Amit inquired. 

'When we returned to our room, both of them were asleep,' Shanti said, 'I got into Kanchi's bed and started to kiss and fondle her tits. She moaned loudly and opened her eyes. 

'Oh Shanti, this feels very good,' she murmured. 

'This will feel better,' I said, pushing my hand inside her panties and rubbing her choot. 

'Oh Shanti, how I wish you were a man,' she moaned. 

'Sorry I can't fuck you but if you like I can eat your pussy,' I replied. 

'Will you?' she asked surprised and when I nodded, she added, 'Oh yes, please eat my choot.' 

I then licked her cunt till she came three times. We then went to sleep in each other's arms. In my opinion, she is impatient to be fucked,' Shanti concluded. 

'Basanti, how did it go with you and Tulsi?' Shamit asked. 

'Tulsi was fast asleep, when I got into her bed,' Basanti started her story, 'Like Shanti I kissed her and squeezed her boobs, but that didn't wake her. All she did was moan and mumble something. Sir, I didn't understand what she said but it sounded like your name.' 

'A good sign,' jiju laughed, 'Shamit, she was apparently dreaming about you. What did you do next?' 

'I pushed my hand inside her panties and pressed her swollen clit,' Basanti continued, 'suddenly she opened her eyes wide.' 

'Oh, it is you,' she said, 'Basanti, please stop, it is not right.' 

'What is the harm if it gives you pleasure?' I asked, kissing her on the mouth. 

'No Basanti, please don't,' she said, 'it is a sin for two women to do this.' 

Just then Kanchi moaned loudly. 'Look at Shanti and Kanchi, they are enjoying themselves. Don't you want to feel the pleasure Kanchi is experiencing?' I asked. 

'Yes but...' she started but I cut her off. 

'No buts, just relax and enjoy,' I told her and started to eat her pussy till she said, 'Basanti stop, I can't take it any more.' 

'We then went to sleep in a close embrace,' Basanti said, finishing her tale. 

'Sir, her choot hole is very small, you will really enjoy yourself enlarging it,' Basanti giggled. 

'I hope you did not put your tongue inside it,' Shamit asked. 

'Frankly, I was tempted to, but I remembered your instruction and refrained from doing so,' Basanti laughed. 

'Things are progressing well,' jiju remarked.

'Yes but now for the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back,' Shamit laughed, 'you two take the trays away and tell them that you saw Abhi fucking Sarit and me screwing Madhu.' 

'SHAMIT!' Rashmi didi and I shouted glaring at him angrily for being left out of the fun, while Madu didi and Sarit grinned happily. 

'Daarliinngss, this is not about having fun but strategy,' he drawled and then turning to the maids added brusquely, 'What the hell are you standing there for, go girls go.' 

Within few minutes, the door banged open. Kanchi and Tulsi, still naked, burst in with Basanti and Shanti bringing up the rear. Kanchi didn't say a word but stood glaring angrily at Abhi pumping Sarit's choot. 

Tulsi on the other hand screamed, 'OH SIR, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' 

'Kya tu andhi hai? Dekh nahin sakti woh meri behan ko chod rahe hain (Are you blind? Can't you see that he is screwing my sister?' I said, rubbing salt into her wounds. 

Tulsi opened her mouth to respond to my taunt but Rashmi didi intervened, saying, 'Do you girls realize that you are naked?' 

'OH MY GOD,' they screamed, looking down at their nakedness. Then covering their naked cunts with their hands ran out of the room. 




It's A Man's World Ch. 06



First the last few lines of part 5:

'This holiday was very enjoyable,' Madhu didi said, 'how I wish it could go on for ever.' 

'It can, if you wish,' Amit replied. 

'How?' Rashmi didi inquired. 

'Shamit and I have already given it lot of thought,' Amit explained, 'Mohan and Abhi could give up their present jobs and shift to our city.' 

'We could have shifted too, but to wind up an established business is not desirable,' Shamit clarified. 

'With their qualifications and experience, it will be easy to find a good, I would say, even a better job,' Amit continued, 'They can start their own business if they so desire. We have lots of contacts and it won't be difficult to make it go.'

'Don't worry about money. If they don't mind then we can advance it or help them to get it from banks,' Shamit concluded. 

'We all could live together and have fun like we did here,' Shamit added, 'we plan to shift into a bigger place anyway and if you decide to join us then we could always find a house large enough for four families.' 

'It is an idea worth thinking about,' jiju replied. 

'Can we bring our maids with us,' Madhu didi asked. 'Of course,' Shamit laughed, 'without Kanchi and Tulsi our group will be incomplete.'

Now for part 6:

Alas, all good things must come to an end. The holiday was over and we returned to our respective homes. Sarit and I were very happy that our marriage was firmly back on tracks. Our husbands were also happy that their demands had been met to their entire satisfaction. 

The twins spoke very highly of jiju and jijaji. They said that they were very intelligent, knowledgeable and good organizers. With these qualities, they are wasting their talent in a nine to five job and sincerely hope that they start their own business.

We soon returned to our pre-holiday routine. Two weeks later, I missed my days. 'Omigosh, I think I am on the hop,' I said to Sarit. 

'Me too, I am four days overdue,' she giggled, 'shall we tell them?' 

'No, first let us be certain,' I suggested. 

After a pregnancy test, our gynecologist confirmed that we were carrying. In the evening we broke the good news to our husbands. 

'We are delighted but tell us how did this happen?' they asked. 

'Omigosh Sarit, apparently they have a very short memory. They have already forgotten that in Shimla, four virile men fucked us silly and now when the result is before them, they ask how could this happen,' I replied, sarcastically. 

'Daarrling, calm down,' Shamit said, hugging me, 'how can we forget the good times we all had in Shimla but we thought you were on the pill.' 

'Oops, the pills finished couple of days after we reached Shimla and I forgot to ask you to get more,' I replied.

'What about you, my sweet,' Amit asked Sarit.

'I take them but not so regularly as earlier,' she replied. 

'So, now we know why you got pregnant,' Shamit smiled. 

'We realize that we were careless but we hope you are not angry with us,' I said apologetically. 

'Not at all,' Amit replied, hugging both of us, 'we are pleased as punch. We always wanted to have kids of our own.' 

'Oh, oh,' I said, 'I really don't now who the real father is.' 

'Who cares, I don't,' Shamit said, 'I am the father of your baby. I think Amit is of the same opinion.' 

'You are right,' Amit said, excitedly, 'Oh Sarit, I am so happy.'

In the morning, I rang up my sister to give her the good news. 'Didi,' I shouted, excitedly into the receiver, 'can you believe it, both Sarit and I are pregnant. Please tell Rashmi didi also.' 

'Congratulations! I am so happy for you both,' Madhu didi replied, 'I have also news for you. First, Abhi and Mohan have decided to chuck up their jobs and start their own business. Tell Amit that we will be with you in a month.' 

'WOW!' Sarit screamed, into the phone, 'it will be like Shimla again.' 

'What is the other news?' I asked impatiently. 

'The second news is that Rashmi and I are also pregnant, Madhu didi giggled. 

'Congratulations!' Sarit and I shouted into the phone together.

'Didi, how did they react, when you told them the news? I asked, when we calmed down. 

'Oh, you mean about becoming a father?' didi asked, 'Oh, I know what you mean, there was no problem, they are very happy. Did you have...'

'None at all,' I replied interrupting her, 'both of them are overjoyed.'

'Have you told mummy?' I asked. 

'Not yet, you tell her,' Madhu didi replied. 

An hour later, I called mummy. As chance would have it Sarit's mother was visiting her. 

'Mummy, I have some good news,' I said, 'Jiju and jijaji are shifting to our city with their families.' 

There was slight pause, I think mummy was telling aunt Lila the news. 

'We are thrilled. We will have all our children near us and see both our grandchildren more often,' mummy replied, happily. 

'Why only two, why not all six?' I giggled. 

'WHAT! Oh my God! Lila, did you hear that, all four of them are expecting,' Mummy said loudly, unable to contain her excitement, 'here, take the phone, I am too excited to talk.' 

'Congratulations! Your trip to Shimla has turned out to be very productive,' aunt Lila laughed. 

'Yes, it would seem so,' I giggled. Only if they knew what went on in Shimla

The only change in our daily routine was that now Shamit and Amit would talk with jiju and jijaji for hours at a stretch, discussing business, money including our new house. One evening Amit told them that he had found a suitable house and they could come anytime. 

On the following Sunday we all went to see it. The house was located on the outskirts of the city. It was an old building with relatively small lawn. It was erected on a 3500 square yard plot with a high boundary wall all round it, screening it from the view of any passersby.

'I purposely chose a house with a small garden, which we can easily maintain without the prying eyes of gardeners,' Amit said, explaining away the small garden before anyone of us could complain about it.

'I like small gardens,' Sarit said. 

'Do you see that big mango tree?' Amit continued, pointing to a large mango tree standing in the center of the lawn, 'Under such a mango tree, our English teacher, Mrs. Dolly, gave Shamit and me, our first lesson in sex. Shamit, do you remember?' 

'Very vividly, with many more lessons to follow,' Shamit laughed. 

'I hope you want to repeat that experience with us now,' the ever cock hungry, Sarit giggled. 

'Of course, with all of you,' Shamit added. 

'The house looks very old,' I commented, steering the conversation to the present.

'It is nearly fifty years old, it belonged to an aristocrat,' Amit said proudly, showing us around. 

'You mean you have bought it?' Sarit asked, surprised. 

'Yes, I got it dirt cheap,' Amit replied. 

'May be so but it does look a bit run down, doesn't it?' I said cautiously. 

'All it requires is petty repairs, a coat of paint and polish. You will not recognize it when I am done with it,' Amit replied, brushing aside my reservations, 'The contractors and the landscapers starts their work tomorrow.' 

A few days before the families of our sisters were expected, we shifted into our new house. Amit was right. The contractors had changed the house beyond recognition. The house looked beautiful.

The landscapers had also done a superb job. They had planted fresh grass, seasonal flowers and placed groups of earthen flower pots, with evergreens and long stemmed flowers at strategic points. 

The majestic mango tree was still there but four broad marble benches with backrest had been erected around it. Shamit must have seen me looking at the benches. 

'It was my idea,' he laughed, 'I thought, with a mattress on top they will be more comfortable than grass.' 

The house was sparsely furnished. 'We didn't have enough furniture to furnish the whole house,' Amit explained, apologetically, 'I have requested Mohan and Abhi to bring their furniture with them.' 

On the appointed day both the families arrived with bag and baggage accompanied by two truckloads of furniture. 'Oh what a beautiful house,' the newcomers raved. Proudly Amit conducted them round the house, pointing out their rooms. 

'This is where we can be in the open and still have complete privacy,' he said, stepping out into the open-air paved courtyard surrounded by high walls, 'In olden days, it was meant for the ladies. We plan to use it for our love games, whenever we want to do it under the sun or in the moonlight. Ladies, with your comfort in mind, I have placed four benches at strategic places.' 

By eight in the evening, we had managed to stow away the furniture and settle everyone in their respective room. 

'Boy, I am tired now. We will do the rest in the morning,' Madhu didi said. 

'Let's go to the study and drink a toast to welcome you and to the start of a new life together. Adi, ask the maids to join us also,' Shamit suggested. 

After we had drunk the toasts Shamit said, 'May I have your attention please. Now that we all are going to live together, we must have some rules to go by, so that we don't get into each other's hair.' 

'Why must we have rules?' Sarit complained, 'can't we just live like we did in Shimla?' 

'Shimla was a temporary affair but now it is for keeps. Remember petty misunderstandings lead to big wars.' Shamit added. 

'Sarit, he is right,' Rashmi didi stated, 'each of us must know our duties and responsibilities.' 

'Let me start with the maids. They will do what maids normally do, clean and cook. Madhu, being the eldest, will run the household assisted by Rashmi. Adi and Sarit being more familiar with the markets of the city, will do the shopping and chip in wherever and whenever required.'

'What are you guys going to do, sit on your backside and play with your tools?' I asked, sarcastically. 

'No. We will govern. For this purpose we have formed a Council. Mohan, being the eldest, will be it's chairman and Abhi, Amit and I, it's members. We will take all policy decisions, which will be binding on all of us.' 

'Hey, hey, wait a minute,' Sarit complained, 'You mean to say that the ladies will have no say in things around here.' 

'Normally no, but you can always make a suggestion,' Shamit clarified, 'The chairman will consider it. Then whatever he decides will be final.' 

'By gad, this is not fair,' Sarit exclaimed. 

'Who says life is fair to you ladies?' Amit chipped in, 'Haven't you heard mama proclaim to all and sundry that it's a man's world.' 

'Let it be, if life gets too oppressive then we'll find a way to deal with it,' I advised Sarit.

'All right, now we come to a very important aspect of living together. Who is going to sleep with whom?' Mr. Chairman said, 'The Council has decided that tonight each husband will take his family to bed, Shamit will bed Adi and Basanti, Abhi will fuck Rashmi and Kanchi and so on.'

'Tomorrow the men will sleep with the two ladies they have deflowered. Thereafter, each night after dinner, the men will pull out two slips, with names of ladies on it, from a jar, to decide with whom they are going to spend the night.'

'Saturdays will be ladies night. Ladies will draw the slips and the men, so chosen, will be theirs till Monday morning.'

'I object,' Sarit said, 'Why should we have the same man for two consecutive nights? I suggest that we draw again on Sunday night.' 

'Fair enough, I agree,' Mr. Chairman conceded. 

'What about the children? Who will look after them at night?' Rashmi didi inquired. 

'Good point,' Mr. Chairman replied, 'Any lady, who is not "fuckable" will sleep with the kids in the nursery. If none is, then we will draw lots.' 

'Don't look so perplexed,' Amit explained to the maids, 'it will be as it was in Shimla,' 

'Hey bhagwan, kya ab yeh dono bhi mujhe chodenge? (Oh my God, now these two will also fuck me?)' Tulsi asked. 

'Tulsi, I don't want any trouble from you otherwise I will have to slap you,' Madhu didi said.

'Tulsi, what have you been up to?' Shamit inquired. 

'Nothing, ask madam,' Tulsi replied, blushing. 

'This girl is the limit. I'll tell you what happened,' Madhu didi said, 'after our holiday she was a changed person. Couple of days later, Mohan asked her to join us in our bedroom. 

She refused. 'No, I won't do it any more, I have sinned enough,' she replied. I tried to persuade her but she kept repeating, 'No, I won't sin anymore.' As our purpose had been served, we didn't press her. 

A week later Rashmi and Abhi came visiting. 'Tulsi, how is your tight choot doing?' Abhi asked her, 'come into the guestroom, let's have some fun.' 

She refused, repeating that she won't sin anymore. 

'Come on sweetheart, don't be difficult,' Abhi said, trying to persuade her, 'Kanchi let's me fuck her whenever I want.' 

'Why come to me, go fuck her,' she replied, rudely. 

'What is with her?' Abhi asked, after Tulsi had returned to the kitchen.

'She has been like this ever since our return,' I told him, 'Mohan also wanted her but got the same reply.'

'Hmmm, I think she has turned religious again,' Abhi said, after thinking for couple of minutes added, 'Don't worry, I promise that I will fuck her within a week.' 

We forgot about it, as fucking Tulsi was very low on our priority list. 

On the following Sunday, to our surprise, Tulsi ushered Abhi, in the garb of a sadhu as on earlier occasion, into our sitting room. 

'Look ma'am who is here?' she said, grinning happily. 

'GOD IS GREAT!' Abhi said loudly, by way of greeting, 'I was in the vicinity and thought I would check how things were with this child,' 

'Maharaj, you have blessed our humble home and us by your august presence,' Mohan replied, respectfully, containing his laughter with difficulty. 

'How are you, my child?' he asked Tulsi, 'And your parents, I hope they are well?' 

'Oh maharaj, they are well. Thanks to you, nothing untoward has happened to them,' Tulsi gushed, happily, 'Everything happened as you had predicted and I did all you had told me to do to free myself from the evil spirit.' 

'Let me check,' Abhi said, 'Child, bring me a glass of water.' 

'Of course maharaj,' Tulsi replied, going to the kitchen. 

'Ab main iss haramzadi ko chodunga (Now I am going to fuck this bitch,' Abhi whispered to us, 'I am counting on your help, if required.' 

'Here maharaj,' Tulsi said, offering him a glass of water, 'I have also brought fresh fruits.'

With lots of play-acting and rigmarole, Abhi reached out for the glass of water. 

'Congratulations my child, now you are free of the evil spirit,' Abhi pronounced, taking a big gulp of water.

'Maharaj, it is all because of you,' Tulsi replied. 

'If that is so then give me my dakhshina (there is no translation of this word. The nearest that meaning I would say is fees),' Abhi said. 

'How stupid of me, I should have thought of it myself,' Tulsi responded, 'Maharaj, I am not rich but whatever little I have is yours.' 

'Child, what will I do with money. By the grace of God I have many patrons; who look after my daily requirements,' Abhi replied, looking towards the ceiling, 'but I have other needs which they can't satisfy.' 

'Maharaj, I have nothing else to offer,' Tulsi replied, perplexed. 

'Child, you have something more precious than money.' Abhi said. 

'Maharaj, tell me what you desire and I'll give it to you, if within by powers,' Tulsi replied, respectfully.

'You can give me the same thing that you gave others, to save your parents from certain death,' Abhi said, going for the kill. 

'K...K...Kya keh rahe hain aap? (W...W...What are you saying)' Tulsi stuttered, cringing, 'A...A...Aap mujhe chodena chahate hain (Y...Y...You want to fuck me).'

'Who wouldn't? You are young and beautiful,' Abhi replied.

'B...B...But you are a man of religion?' Tulsi stuttered. 

'Yes but alas, we are also human,' Abhi replied. 

'Sorry, I can't let you do what you want,' Tulsi said. 

'WHAT! FIRST YOU SAY ASK AND THEN YOU DARE TO REFUSE ME,' Abhi shouted, enraged. Then pouring some water from the glass in his right palm, raised it above his head, 'I am going to put a curse on you.' 

'Maharaj, please don't!' I intervened, 'I think she is confused. Let me talk to her.' 

'I am waiting,' Abhi declared, standing motionless in the same posture and glaring angrily at Tulsi. 

I took Tulsi aside. 'Tulsi have you taken leave of your senses?' I said to her. 

'But madam, I can't agree. It is a sin,' she replied. 

'I would have agreed with you if you had been a virgin but not after four men have already fucked you,' I explained to her, 'One man more matter.'

'But madam...' she started but I interrupted her. 

'No buts. You stupid girl, do you realize what will happen? He will place a curse on you and your parents,' I said, pausing to let it sink in, 'All you have done including the sacrifice of your virginity will go waste.' 

'Oh madam, I don't know what to do?' she wailed.

'Tell me are you still taking those pills I gave you?' I asked, before Abhi knocks her up and her parents descend on me. 

'What pills? Oh those! Yes, I forgot to discontinue them,' she replied innocently. 

'In that case, I suggest you give him what he wants,' I advised her. 

'Okay,' she replied, tough unhappily. 

'Come,' I said and taking her by the hand stood her before Abhi, 'Maharaj, please forgive her. She is young. She has realized her mistake and wants to apologize.' I said but Tulsi remained silent. 

'Tulsi, say what you want to say,' I said, prodding her in the ribs, 'Maharaj is waiting.' 

'Maharaj, I did not mean to insult you, please forgive me,' Tulsi apologized with folded hands, 'I am ready to obey you.' 

'God is great. Now that you have realized your mistake, I forgive you.' Abhi said, lowering his arm and turning to me added, 'shall I collect my due here on the floor in front of you, or you have a comfortable alternative with more privacy?'

'Maharaj, you can use the guestroom if you so desire,' Mohan replied, pointing to the guestroom door. 

Abhi led Tulsi into the guestroom but left the door slightly ajar so that we could also witness his success. 

'Call Rashmi, ask her to come here immediately,' Mohan whispered to me. I went to my bedroom to call her. 'Rashmi come here immediately otherwise you'll miss all the fun,' I told her. 

'I can't. I am about to give Sonny his bath,' she replied. 

'Bring him with you,' I said, 'he can have his bath here but come quickly.' 

'Has he started to fuck her?' I whispered to Mohan on my return. 

'No idea, I can't see what is happening and they have been quiet since you left,' Mohan whispered. 

'OH MAHARAJ,' Tulsi moaned loudly. 

'He has entered her,' I smiled, nudging Mohan. 

For the next ten minutes or so we could only hear Tulsi moaning and the creaking of the bed. I made a mental note to either have the bed repaired or get a new one.

Suddenly Tulsi started to scream. We were shocked and hurried into the room. 

Abhi was busy humping Tulsi with hard and fast strokes. Tulsi was staring at Abhi's face and screaming. On a closer look, we noticed that Abhi's beard had come unstuck and was hanging precariously from one cheek. 

The sight was so funny that Mohan and I started to laugh loudly. Our laughter had no effect on Abhi. He, without missing a stroke, continued to bang her but Tulsi on the hand, stopped screaming and stared at us with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

'Madam you knew?' Tulsi asked, after Abhi had got off her. 

'Yes Tulsi, I knew,' I replied, realizing that it was time to tell the truth. 

'The first time also it was him?' she asked. I nodded. 

'Madam, why did you deceive me, knowing that he was a fraud and all he said was a horrible lie?' Tulsi asked. 




It's A Man's World Ch. 06



'Tulsi, the truth is that in the beginning I myself did not know but later I did find out but kept quiet, as it suited my purpose,' I confessed. 

'What purpose?' Tulsi asked. 

Without going into details, I told her about Adi and her marriage. 'So in order to save your sisters marriage, you sacrificed my virginity?' she said, bitterly. 

'I am sorry. Please forgive me, I know, what I did was wrong,' I replied, 'I can't make you a virgin again but I am willing to compensate you for your loss.' 

Tulsi just stared at me silently. I felt very ashamed for having tricked a simple trusting soul like Tulsi and decided to pay her whatever sum she demanded, even if I had to sell all my possessions. 

'Tulsi ask. I will give you whatever want,' I said. 

'I will think about it,' she replied quietly and picking up her clothes left the room. 

Later when Rashmi arrived I told her what had happened. 'We will pay half, we were just as much at fault as you,' she offered. 

'I knew I could count on your help,' I replied, hugging her. 

In the evening I asked Tulsi whether she had thought over the matter. 'Yes, I don't want anything,' she replied. 

'Nothing!' I said, surprised, 'Money is a useful thing to have.' 

'What will I do with money? You give me food to eat, clothes to wear, and a roof to sleep under. My personal needs are few, I earn enough to take care them.'

'Tulsi, are you so angry with me that you won't even accept money from me?' I asked, feeling very small. 

'Madam, I am not angry,' Tulsi replied, 'I am happy that my virginity saved Adi didi's marriage.'

'Are you sure?' I asked, surprised. 

'Yes madam, absolutely sure. I am happy as I am,' she replied.

'Tulsi, please forgive me,' I asked again. 

'Please don't embarrass me,' she replied, falling at my feet. 

At night when Mohan and I were about to go to bed Tulsi came to our bedroom. 

'In the evening I told you that I don't want anything but I think I do want something,' she said. 

'All right, tell me,' I asked, nervously. 

'I want babuji (sir) to fuck me if he is not too angry with me for repulsing him earlier,' she grinned. 

'I am not angry,' Mohan replied, happily, 'it will be a pleasure.' 

'Tulsi, you are a strange girl. Why this sudden change of heart?' I asked, laughing. 

'Madam, not strange but stupid,' she replied, 'I had thought that I will survive without a cock but today morning, when Abhi sir fucked me, I realized how much I missed it. Babuji, I have a request.' 

'Sure,' Mohan replied. 

'If I behave so foolishly again then give me a tight slap and take me by force,' she requested. 

'I doubt if it would ever come to that,' I replied, laughing. 

'Sir, ready or not I am coming,' Tulsi giggling happily, got on top of Mohan, 'today Tulsi is going to fuck you.' 

'Thank God our old Tulsi is back,' I sighed, watching her moving up and down on Mohan's cock. In the morning I told Rashmi all that had transpired last night. A few days later Abhi and Rashmi visited us. 

'Maharaj, please don't put a curse on me,' she giggled, 'I am willing to do to whatever you want.' 

'Madhu, you are right, the old Tulsi is back,' Abhi said, following her into the guestroom.

'This is the whole background,' Madhu didi said. 

'Amit, it is a pity,' Shamit said, 'Tulsi doesn't want us to fuck her again?'

'I never said that,' Tulsi said, hastily, ' I merely wanted to confirm that you both will also fuck me.' 

'Ladies, all four of us will fuck your cunt, your assholes and you will suck our cocks,' jiju announced, 'Is that clear?' We nodded. 

We were all very happy living together. There were no harsh words, no quarrels. Contrary to my first impression, the Council was very understanding and considerate. 

During the day, each of us went about his or her respective duties. Jiju and jija started their new enterprise and worked hard to make it a success. Shamit and Amit attended to their business as usual. 

We, the ladies, spent our time managing the house and shopping for furniture and furnishings, including artifacts. The maids worked diligently. Nights and holidays were naturally reserved for fucking. 

Our tummies continued to swell. Our gynecologist told us that all four of us would be confined around the same time. None of the others had any problem with their pregnancy except me. I kept going in and out of the hospital. I visited the hospital so often that Shamit was able to negotiate a discount. 

Holi was approaching, my first after marriage. I had looked forward to it but my big belly played spoilsport. 

On the Holi day, because of our big tummy's, we were not allowed do anything other than play with dry colors. Having done that we watched the men folk throwing colored water on the maids and dunking them in the large tubs they had especially purchased for this purpose. 

'Come on guys,' Sarit shouted, grinning, 'put some life in it. Fuck them.'

'Yeah!' the men shouted. 

'No, no,' the maids screamed, running in different directions.

Shamit and Amit went after Kanchi and Tulsi. After catching them, undressing them laid them down on the courtyard floor, started to fuck them. 

In the meanwhile, jiju and jijaji were having a tough time catching; the more experienced and fleet footed, Basanti and Shanti. At last jiju managed to catch Shanti. 

Shanti was reliving her fantasy and was not going to let jiju fuck her so easily. She screamed and struggled, shouting, 'HELP! PLEASE, HELP ME.' 

For a moment jiju was taken aback. 

'Jiju let her scream. She is play-acting. She loves to be taken by force,' Sarit prompted. 

'Is that so?' jiju grinned. 

Shanti continued to struggle and kick. 

'Abhi, give me a hand,' jiju panted.

Jijaji held Shanti while jiju undressed her amid shouts of 'Let me go' 'No, I won't let you fuck me' 'Oh God, someone help me' etc.

Jiju unbuttoned her blouse and pulling off her bra grabbed her swinging tits. 'BADMASH, MERI CHOOCHIYAN DABANE KI TERI HIMMAT KAISSE HUYI? (YOU ROGUE, HOW DARE YOU SQUEEZE MY BOOBIES? She screamed. 

Without a word Jiju put his hand inside the top of her sari and tugged, breaking the string of her petticoat. The petticoat along with the sari fell to the floor exposing her choot. Shanti was not wearing panties. 

Then they both pressed her down on the floor. Jiju started to undress while jijaji held her down. Shanti continued to scream and hurl abuses at them. 

Jiju caught her ankles and pressing her knees on to her breasts covered her. 

'AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE,' Shanti yelled, as jiju rammed his cock into her gaping choot hole and started to fuck her with hard strokes. 

'Mohan, not so hard. You are hurting the poor girl,' Madhu didi said. 

'Didi, he is not hurting her,' I giggled, 'Shanti always screams when she loses her cherry.' 

'How quaint?' Rashmi didi commented. 

In the meanwhile jijaji had caught Basanti. 'You like to be raped also?' he asked. 

'Jijaji, Basanti is just the opposite. She likes the man to be gentle and loving,' I said to him. 

Jijaji took Basanti gently in his arms and kissing her tenderly took off her clothes. Then laying her down on the floor fucked her with long slow strokes. 

After they had finished they refreshed themselves with sweets and thandayi (a concoction of milk, dry fruits, herbs and bhaang, an intoxicant). Then changing partners fucked the maids again. This went on till lunch. 

A fortnight later I was back in the hospital. Ten days later, the doctor, prescribing complete bed rest, sent me home to die. 

This was a fortnight ago. Today, as I was getting bored, I started to tell you guys my story. Hold on, I think someone wants to ask a question. 

Yes, it is a lady in a red blouse with real big b... whatever. Yes ma'am, you want to ask something? Sorry, I can't understand you. I suggest you take the lollipop out of your mouth before you speak. Sir, my apologies for the interruption, she will be right back. 

When there were so many people living in the house then why did I say, I was alone? Is this your question? Didn't I tell you? No! Then I will explain now. Ma'am, you can go back to sucking your lolly. 

A week ago we had packed off Sashi and Sonny accompanied by their maids, Tulsi and Kanchi, to the house of their respective grandparents. 

Last night Rashmi didi had pains. Amit and Shanti took her to the hospital. Today early morning, Shamit and Basanti shifted Madhu didi to the hospital. At eight jiju and jijaji left for work. 

To be fair to jiju and jijaji, I must mention that they were very keen to help. But the twins insisted that they should attend to their nascent enterprise and they, the twins, would manage. 

An hour ago Sarit dropped by to tell me that our sisters had given birth to two sweet girls and everything was under control. Then mumbling about resting, left. 

This is how I came to be alone. Just a minute, I hear noises. I think someone is home. 

'YOOHOO! IS ANYONE THERE?' I shouted.

'It's me,' Shamit said, entering the room, 'Basanti and I came back to check on you. Have you heard the good news?' 

'Yes, Sarit told me,' I replied, 'where is Basanti?'

'She has gone to check on Sarit,' Shamit replied. 

'Didi is sleeping peacefully,' Basanti said, joining us. 

'Shamit, you look so tense,' I said, 'why don't you fuck Basanti, it will relax you.' 

'There is no time for that, I must relieve Amit soon,' Shamit replied, 'but Basanti can give me a blow job.' 

'Oh Shamit, please let me suck you off,' I begged. 

'No darling, too much excitement is not good for you,' Shamit replied.

'Please! I know I am going to die, let me at least die with the taste of your cum in my mouth,' I pleaded. 

'ADI!' DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK LIKE THAT,' Shamit said, getting angry. 

'Please, pretty please,' I begged again. 

'Only if you promise not to talk about dying again,' Shamit replied. 

'I promise,' I said, taking his cock in my mouth. 

After five minutes of sucking I became wet. It was normal for my cunt to leak while sucking a cock but this time I felt as if I was sitting in a trough of water. 

'Shamit, I think my water bag has burst,' I said weakly and fainted. 

'Hi fellows! How are you doing? It is I, Sarit. The breaking news is that after Adi fainted, Shamit rushed her to the hospital. Poor Adi, she had a torrid time but now all is well. 

Last time I saw her was an hour ago. She sat propped up in bed with little Akaash in her arms. 'You little rascal, do you realize that you nearly killed your mama,' she said, hugging Akaash to her swollen mosquito bites. 

'Okay guys, I am still alive and kicking. I see that Sarit has given you the news. She has even taken a dig at my expense. I don't mind, after all we are friends. Sarit be warned, I'll get even, after all it is my story. Let's get on with the story.

After a week I came back from the hospital. Madhu didi and Rashmi didi were already home. Now only Sarit was left. Another week rolled by before Sarit's baby decided to come into this man's world. I couldn't understand its reluctance because the baby was a boy. 

We were all very happy especially the men. They loved to hold the babies. They were typical fathers. Many a times, despite our protests, they would wake them to play with them and dumped them in our laps when they cried. 

Amit was the happiest of the lot because Sarit's boobs had become even bigger. He never got tired of pointing it out to us. 'Mamme hon tau aisse (Those are what I call tits),' he would say proudly but poor Sarit was miserable. 

She had so much milk that even after feeding all the four babies, there was enough left for a tea party. This prompted Shamit to promote her from "big tits" to "the milk factory". 

One afternoon we were all together and only Sarit was missing. 

'Where is Sarit?' Amit asked and sent Kanchi to call her. 

A few minutes later Sarit came. Her blouse was open and her bra hung loose. Her mountains were swinging wildly. She held a breast pump in one hand and a glass, nearly full of milk in the other. 

'Gosh, I have so much milk I don't know what to with it,' she complained.' 

'I'd give it to the father to drink,' Madhu didi chuckled. 

'Here take this,' she responded, handing the glass to Amit, 'I suggest that all four of you take a good sip because I don't know whose sperm did the trick. I have more when you finish.' 

Life went on. It was Holi again. 

'Tomorrow is Holi,' the Chairman announced on Holi eve, ' we will celebrate it without clothes so shave your choots. More tomorrow.' 

The next morning we all assembled in the courtyard, naked.

'Now form four groups consisting of husband, wife and the maid,' jjiju directed.

'Good. Now the husband will apply color on his ladies,' jiju continued, when we had formed four groups. 

I could see various colors, dry and wet, on the table. Each man chose a different color. Shamit soaked his hands in the wet red color and approached Basanti and me. Then putting one arm round me said, 'Happy Holi, darling.' 

Closing my eyes, I raised my face for him to apply color. To my surprise, he kissed me tenderly on the lips and rubbed the color on my choot. Thereafter, he gave Basanti the same treatment. 

'What a beautiful sight. Eight choots in four colours,' jijaji laughed. 

'Yes, I think next year we must have a larger variety of colors,' Amit replied. 

'Just imagine, Adi with a red choot, one tit green and the other blue and a purple gaand,' Shamit chuckled. 

'Now the ladies will apply color on their man,' jiju ordered. I consulted with Basanti and we decided that purple color would suit Shamit's cock and proceeded accordingly. 

'Now everyone is free to play Holi with each other but only the similar colored genitalia can fuck. This will continue till dinner. Thereafter the usual draw will take place,' jiju decreed. Basanti and I saw that Amit had a flaming red colored cock. 

'Amit, Holi khelene se pahele ek baar humaari laal choot ko apne laal laurde se chodo (Amit, before we play Holi, fuck our red cunts with your red cock),' I giggled. 

'With pleasure?' Amit said, happily.

This set the trend for our Holi celebrations for the future. Only the number of colors increased and fucking rules changed. 

Six months later, jiju called a general meeting. After we all had assembled he said, 'We are enjoying our children so much that we want more. Therefore the council has decided that from now none of you will take birth control pills anymore.' 

'Basanti, any objections?' Shamit asked. 'None, but I am scared of disobeying the mistress,' she replied. 

'Don't worry about mama. We will take care of that,' Amit assured her. 

'In that case, I am also willing,' Shanti said. 

'Tulsi, what about you?' jiju asked. 

'Sir, I would like to have kids but if I get pregnant then my parents will throw me out of the house and I won't have anywhere to go,' Tulsi replied. 

'Let them. You have a home here. We promise that we will bring up your children as our own,' jijaji replied. 

'No more pills for me,' Tulsi giggled. 

'Kanchi?' Shamit asked. 

'I have no home to go to anyway and if you promise to look after my children and me also then I have no objection,' Kanchi replied. 

'Kanchi why do you say that? You have parents and a home,' jijaji asked, surprised. 

'I had once but after I ran away from home they won't even acknowledge me,' Kanchi replied. 

'Why did you run away?' jiju asked. 

'My parents wanted to marry me off to a sixty-year-old man in exchange of a large dowry. I refused but they insisted. Greed had got the better of them. I had no choice but to run away,' Kanchi explained. 

'You mean you crossed the border all on your own?' Shamit inquired, incredulously. 

'No. The same day I met a man, who agreed to guide me across the border in exchange of my virginity,' Kanchi said. 

'But you were a virgin when I fucked you the first time,' Amit said. 

'Yes, that I was. This man wanted to fuck me on the very first night but I told him that he could have me only after he has helped me across the border,' Kanchi said. 

'On reaching the border he instructed me to crawl across and hide at a particular place. Which I did but when he crossed the border the guards spotted him and arrested him. I hid till the guards had left and then stole away,' Kanchi said, finishing her story.'

'Don't fret. You have a home here,' jiju said, 'now getting back to council's business. It is agreed that no birth control pills from now on.'

'No, it is not agreed,' I objected, 'I am not getting pregnant again. I barely survived Akaash but the next one will surely kill me.'

'Adi, the first child is the most difficult one but later ones are much easier,' Madhu didi advised. 

'Maybe, but I am not getting pregnant again,' I said, stressing each word.

'All right don't get pregnant but remember no pills,' jijaji said. 

'Good...b...but if no pills...omigosh! No it can't be,' I stuttered, 'Are you saying that I don't get to have sex anymore? 

'Of course not,' Shamit smiled, 'what we mean is that none of us, including the girls, will touch your choot. From tomorrow we will fuck you only in your ass hole. You will suck our cocks and can eat pussy if you like but your choot will remain out of bounds for all.'

I didn't like it a bit but I was adamant not to have another baby. 'Okay, if that is the what you want then I agree,' I said, defiantly. 

Yeah, I know, it was a foolhardy thing to do but I was not going to knuckle down to their diktat, especially when it was a matter of life and death for me. 

In the following months they kept their word and did not touch my choot and only fucked my butt. Within three months all the others became pregnant. After six months, I was desperate for a proper fuck. 

So one night after dinner, I announced, 'I can't take it any more. I don't care if I get pregnant but fuck my choot.' 

'Welcome back to the flock,' all echoed happily. 

'Ladies, like Adi, we also missed fucking her. Therefore if you permit, we four would like to fuck Adi tonight,' jiju requested. 'Sure,' they agreed graciously. 

Omigosh! What a night it was. By morning my choot was sore and overflowing with cum. In the next three years each of us bore two kids. With twenty-two children in the house, we had to convert two other rooms into nurseries. 

Even the men had had enough and they begged us to go back to swallowing pills. We agreed after teasing them for a day or two. 

Six months ago mummy rang up and invited Madhu didi and me to tea. 'Bring your children with you,' she commanded. 

On the appointed day we reached our parents house with our brood. Uncle Romesh and aunt Lila were also present. We all had tea and chatted. 

'It is time for the kids to eat something,' Madhu didi announced, 'I will make their meal.' 

'Adi, why don't you go and help your sister?' mummy suggested. 

'Didi doesn't require any help. She can easily handle it alone,' I replied. 

'Aditi, do as your mummy says,' daddy pitched in. 

'Yes dear do as your mother says,' aunt Lila added.

'Why do they want me out of the room? There is something going on which they don't want me to know or witness,' I thought as I left the room. I did not close the door fully and stood outside the door listening. 

'Is she gone?' mummy asked.

'Yes,' aunt Lila replied. 'Akaash, please come to your nani (maternal grand mother),' she said, calling my son, who was playing with the others in the corner. 

'Now look at his face carefully,' mummy said, seating Akaash on her lap, 'and tell me whom does he resemble?' All of them stared at Akaash. 

'Now that you have mentioned it,' uncle Romesh said, 'to me he looks more like Abhi than Shamit.' 

'Yes!' mummy replied triumphantly, 'that is exactly what I say.' 




It's A Man's World Ch. 06



'Oh these men,' aunt Lila said, throwing up her arms in despair, 'I have been telling him the same thing for months and all he said was "Lila relax, your imagination is working overtime." I see more of Mohan in Sarit's boy than Amit.' 

'Sorry my dear,' uncle Romesh apologized, 'now I see you were right. Seema what are you getting at?' 

'My point is that something undesirable is going on in their house and as their parents we must put a stop to it,' mummy said, stressing each word. 

'I think they are into wife swapping,' daddy said, 'I hear, now a days, a lot of young couples indulge in it.' 

'What do you mean "wife swapping"?' mummy asked, aggressively. 

'What Ravi means is one man has two wives but in this case it would be one man has four wives,' uncle Romesh explained. 

'You mean they are living in sin?' mummy asked, incredulously. 

'If that was not enough their maids are also having children,' aunt Lila added, 'The other day Sarit came with two babies in her arms. On my inquiry she said one was Kanchi's. I did not say anything thinking that probably Kanchi was busy. Later when I saw her breast feeding the maid's baby I got angry. 

'Oh mama, Kanchi does not have enough milk and I have so much that I could open a dairy,' she told me.

I told her it is not a done thing. 

'Mama, you are so old fashioned. In olden days if maids could feed the master's baby then where is the harm if I feed Kanchi's baby,' she pointed out. She was right and I had to keep quiet.' 

'Yes and the maids are not even married. What do you say to that?' mummy asked. 

'All I can say is that I was wrong,' uncle Romesh replied, 'It is one man and eight wives.'

'Wife swapping! It has a nice ring to it. Lila, what do you say?' daddy laughed, winking at aunt Lila. For a moment I thought that aunt Lila is going to explode but to my surprise she blushed and lowered her eyes. 

'Seema, it seems that Lila is quite amiable to Ravi's suggestion, what do you say?' uncle Romesh laughed. 

'Over my dead body,' mummy replied, glaring angrily at him. 

'There is no fun in screwing a dead body,' uncle Romesh chuckled, 'I would prefer you live and kicking.' 

'If you say one more word on this subject then I will leave,' mummy threatened, standing up. 

'Seema, sit down. I was just joking,' uncle Romesh said, pacifying my mother. 

'It is their life,' daddy advised, 'let them live the way they want to.' 

'No! I won't allow that,' mummy replied, brushing aside daddy's suggestion, 'let them return. I will talk to both of them.' 

Just then Madhu didi returned. I told her what had transpired. 'Don't worry, I will take care of it once for all,' she replied. 

When we had settled down mummy asked, 'I hear you girls are into wife swapping. Is that correct?' 

'Yes,' Madhu didi replied, looking mummy in the eye. 

'Do you realize that sleeping with a man other than your own husband is a sin?' mummy asked, getting agitated. 

'Mummy, our husband's don't mind, we don't mind and we all are major so stop sticking your nose into our private lives,' Madhu said rudely. 

'RAVI!' mummy screamed. 

'MADHU! This is no way to talk to your mother,' daddy said, reprimanding didi, 'Apologize to her immediately.' 

'Mummy, I am sorry I should not have been rude to you but I meant every word I said,' Madhu didi said. 

Without saying a word mummy turned her face away from us. Madhu didi waited for mummy to say something but she remained silent. 'Adi, come let's go. I think we are no longer welcome in this house,' Madhu didi said, getting up. 

Daddy came out to see us off. 'Madhu, don't be angry. You know your mother. She has very old-fashioned ideas. Live the way you like but be careful the society is not ready for what you are doing,' daddy said, trying to pacify us, 'and remember this is your house also and you both are always welcome here.' 

On our return to our house we narrated what had happened. 'Don't take it too seriously,' the men folk advised, 'these things happen and will soon be forgotten.' 

We never did go back but let the children visit their grandparents. 

Let me tell you what my mother thought about our life style. Last month she came to visit us. Jiju and jijaji were at work. Shamit and Amit came home early to meet their mother. After lunch Madhu didi and Rashmi didi went out to attend to some important work. 

Mama, Sarit and I sat on one end of the living room while our husbands played with the children on the other end. 

'I admire you girls to be able to run such a big household smoothly.' mama said, 'it must be very tiring.'

'No not at all. We all pitch in and the work gets done,' I laughed. 

'I have two very nice girls in mind,' mama offered, 'If you like I can send them to work here.' 

'What is the use the men will have two more maids to fuck them.' I thought, staring at Shamit and Amit, who were playing with the children on the other side of the room,

'You are right,' mama said, as if reading my mind, 'that is bound to happen and you can't stop it.'

'Oh mama,' I exclaimed, embarrassed. 

'I always say that the only way a woman can be happy is if she makes her own alternate arrangements,' mama proclaimed, then looking carefully at the children added, 'I see that you both have already done that.' 

'OH MAMA!' I blushed. 

'Mama, do you also have other arrangements?' Sarit asked, shamelessly. Mama smiled mysteriously and nodded. 

'Is it chachu?' Sarit persisted. 

'Did you know or is it just a wild guess,' mama asked, surprised. 

'There is no one else other than him,' I said quickly, before Sarit could drop any more bricks. 

'He could easily have been a servant,' mama laughed. 

'Adi, just let me know whenever you want them,' mama said, when she was leaving. 

'What was mama saying?' Shamit asked, after she had left. 

'Nothing,' I replied and changed the subject. 

Shamit raised this issue again at dinner. 'What was mama offering?' Samit asked. 

'She was offering two maids to help us,' Sarit piped up, before I could reply. 

'And you refused?' Amit asked, incredulously. 

'What for?' I asked, 'So that you guys could have two more girls to fuck?' 

'That is also very important,' jijaji said. 

'It has been a long time since we fucked a tight cunt,' jiju added. 

'Adi, you will call up mama and ask her to send the two maids,' Shamit ordered. 

'Why only two? We could easily do with four of them,' Amit said. 

'No! Adi is right,' Madhu didi said, 'we are in no mood to share your cocks with two or four more cunts.' 

'I will ask for them if and when we all agree it is necessary,' I said, putting an end to this discussion.

A week before last Holi, my mother dropped in without prior intimation. 'No, I am in a hurry,' she said brushing aside our request to relax and take some refreshment, 'I have come to pick up all the kids. Shamsher and I thought that they would enjoy farm life for a week or two.' 

'I am sure they will but...' I replied not knowing how to tell her that we treated all children, ours as well as the maids, alike.

'Adi, you know I hate the word "but". All right what is this "but" about?' she asked, brusquely. 

'You know, mama,' I said hesitatingly not wanting to annoy her, 'we treat all the children alike and would not...'

'Adi, I have told you before to pay attention to what I say,' mama said, admonishing me, 'I said all the kids and not my grandchildren or your children. I know your sentiments and respect them. In case you have a bunch of your neighbor's kids here then I will take them also.' 

'Oh mama, you are such a sweetheart,' I replied, hugging her and gave the necessary instructions. 

'Hold on a minute. I want to amend my earlier statement,' she said, 'I am not taking any child, who is dependent on breast-feeding. I have no desire to take the body to which that breast is attached with me.' 

'Of course as you say mama,' I replied, amending my instructions, 'but...' 

'What! Another "but", you and your eternal "buts",' she laughed, cutting me off, 'tell me why you "butted" this time.' 

'Sorry about the "but". What I wanted to tell you is that normally they behave like angels but sometimes they can be quite a handful,' I said, warning her. 

'Don't worry, I love cuddling them and spoiling them with toys and other goodies but looking after them is not my cup of tea, for that I have brought my army with me,' she laughed, pointing towards the window. 

I looked out and saw five drivers cleaning their cars and Sharda with three other girls sitting under the mango tree. 

'Mama, getting the children ready for the journey will take sometime more. In the meanwhile why don't you lie down,' Sarit suggested.

'Thank you darling, I would like to but I am in a hurry,' mama replied, 'After seeing your brood safely off, I have a million things to do in town and I want to get back to the farm before the kids drive Shamsher crazy.' 

Half an hour later she was on her way with the children.

The night before Holi my younger brother, Hemu rang up. 

You remember the little rascal, don't you? Five years ago, he had given me a glass of thandayi with bhaang by mistake, with the result that I lost my virginity to jiju. 

Hemu is now a handsome lad of eighteen. Well built, tall, slim with a winning smile. A real hunk, if there was one.

Back to my story. Where was I? Yes, Hemu called up to say that he be coming over to play Holi with us. I was surprised because he liked to celebrate Holi at home only. 

'Of course, we'll love to have you,' I told him. 

Later I told the others about the phone call. 

'Oh no,' Sarit groaned, fearing that fucking in Hemu's presence there will be no, 'we won't be able to play Holi as we normally do. 

'Sorry, I have already told him that he is welcome,' I replied, 'do you want me...' 

'No, let him come,' Mr. Chairman ruled, 'if Sarit wants, we will take the next day off from work and play Holi as she wants.' 

On Holi day, Hemu came and after greeting him with colors, we settled down in the rear courtyard. 

'Hemu, how come you decided to celebrate Holi with us and not at home,' I asked, to satisfy my curiosity, 'I thought you only liked to play Holi at home.' 

'I had to,' Hemu replied, 'because mummy daddy have gone over to Ravi uncle's house.'

'So, what's the big deal,' Rashmi didi said, 'you could have gone with them. Our house is also like your home.' 

'That is true but to do what?' Hemu replied, 'Play with my tool?' 

'HEMU! There is no reason to be vulgar,' Madhu didi, reprimanded him, 'play Holi, what else?'

'You mean you don't know?' Hemu asked, surprised. 

'Know what?' I asked, 'Hemu, you are hiding something. Come on tell us.'

'They are into wife swapping like you guys,' he replied, lowering his voice. 

I was shocked. 'I don't believe you,' I replied, ignoring his comment about us.'

'What will you say if I told you that mummy has started to drink alcoholic beverages,' he whispered, confidentially. 

Now I knew for sure that he was lying. Mummy hated alcohol and whenever daddy took a drink, there was always a fight in the house. 

'I'd call you a liar,' I said, accusing him openly, 'tell us the truth.' 

'But didi, I am telling the truth,' he protested stoutly. 

'I think the lad is telling the truth,' jiju said. 

'What makes you think that we are into wife swapping,' Sarit asked aggressively. 

'I apologize if you aren't but I overheard mummy and daddy talking about it,' Hemu replied. 

'Hemu stop! Tell us what you know from the beginning and not in piece meal,' jijaji intervened. 

'You won't tell anyone, would you?' Hemu asked. 

'Promise, 'Madhu didi replied, crossing her heart, 'we won't tell anyone, dear brother, not even the lamppost.' 

'You remember the last time you visited us with the children?' Hemu said, starting his story. 

'Yes, but you were not at home that evening,' Madhu didi said. 

'That is true, but when I returned home around ten at night the house was in darkness,' Hemu continued, 'I thought that mummy and daddy had gone to bed early. As I approached the staircase I noticed that their bedroom door was not properly shut and the lights were on. I tip toed towards the stairs, as I had had a couple of drinks with my friends, and did not want a confrontation with mummy.' 

'I can imagine that,' Madhu didi laughed. 

'As I passed their room I heard my name and stopped to listen,' Hemu said.

'Naturally,' I said sarcastically.. 

'Adi, leave the boy alone,' jiju reprimanded me, 'Go on.' 

'Ravi don't!' I heard mummy say, 'Hemu will be home soon.' 

'No, he won't be home for another two hours,' daddy laughed, 'He took my permission to return by midnight.' 

'Ravi, stop squeezing my tits!' mummy said in a tone, which she uses to scold one of us, 'I have already told you that I am not in the mood.' 

'Could you see what was happening?' Sarit inquired.

'No, I couldn't see inside the room, though I did try, but I could hear them clearly,' Hemu clarified.

'Seema, what is with you tonight? Usually you never refuse,' daddy asked, 'you are not unwell, are you?'

'No, I am perfectly all right,' mummy replied, 'only I am very angry with you.' 

'Angry with me but why?' daddy asked.

'Ravi, please stop kissing and sucking my teats,' mummy moaned loudly, 'I want you to listen to what I have to say.' 

'Go on, I am all ears,' daddy replied, 'I don't hear with my lips.'

'I can't concentrate if you keep touching me all over,' mummy replied, moaning even louder, 'darling stop it, I am serious.'

'All right!' daddy said, 'Now tell me what have I done to make you angry.'

'It is not what you have done but what you did not do,' mummy said. 

'If you are going to talk in riddles then I will go back to what I was doing,' daddy laughed. 

'RAVI!' mummy screamed, 'YOU HAVE PULLED OFF MY PAJAMAS.' 

'Seema, hurry and tell me what is bothering your pretty head,' daddy replied, 'I can't wait for too long.' 

'I had called the girls today so that you could explain to them that wife swapping is immoral but instead you placed your seal of approval on it,' mummy said. 

'Seema, now you listen,' daddy replied, 'It is time that you stop interfering in their lives. They are major, young and married. Let them live their lives the way they want,' 

'It is a sin. You may accept their life style but I will never,' mummy replied, 'and why did you embarrass me by suggesting that we also indulge in it with Romesh and Lila?'

'Where's the harm after all they are our best friends aren't they?' daddy laughed, 'did you notice that Lila was not averse to the idea.' 

'RAVI! GET OFF ME,' mummy screamed, 'Oh Ravi, please stop, you'll make me want it.' 

'What the hell do you think I have been trying to do for the last thirty minutes,' daddy laughed. 

For some minutes there was silence. 'Oh Ravi, don't tease me any longer, put it in,' mummy moaned, followed by a loud, 'AAHHH.'

'During the next ten minutes the only sound I could hear was the creaking of the bed and mummy's loud moans of pleasure,' Hemu said. 

'You mean you stood there listening?' Madhu didi asked. 

'What would you have done in my place?' Hemu countered. 

'You are right. I would also have stayed till the very end,' Madhu didi giggled. 

'OH RAVI! IT FEELS SOOO GOOD. GO ON. HARDER! Y...HESS HARDER. GOSH I AM NEARLY THERE. RAVI FASTER Y...HESS. OH RAAAVVVIIIIIII,' mummy screamed. 

A few moments later I heard daddy grunt. 

'Oh Ravi, it was heavenly. You have not fucked me like this in a long time,' mummy said, still out of breath, 'I bet you were thinking that you were fucking Lila and not me.

'Seema, that is an unfair thing to say,' daddy replied, avoiding the question.

'Ravi, tell me the truth, you want to fuck Lila, don't you?' mummy asked. 

'Who wouldn't? She is beautiful and sexy like you,' daddy replied diplomatically, 'I think you'll also have a good time with Romesh.' 

'Why do you sat that?' mummy asked. 

'Because his cock is larger than mine,' daddy replied. 

'What! You guys look at each other's cocks?' mummy asked in a shocked tone. 

'It's not what you are thinking,' daddy replied, 'I saw it during our college days. We used to fuck our landlady together. Why don't you give it a try?' 

'Oh no, I'll be too embarrassed to undress in front of a third person,' mummy replied. 

'You could always take a few drinks. It will help kill your inhibitions,' daddy replied, still trying to persuade her. 

'I couldn't, you know how I hate alcoholic beverages,' mummy replied. 

'You could switch of the lights if you like,' daddy replied. Suddenly the lights were switched off. 

'Hey! I didn't mean now,' daddy complained. 

'I know,' mummy giggled, 'I am tired. I want to sleep. Good night.' 

'Good night,' daddy responded, 'think about it.' 

'I waited for another ten minutes but as all remained quiet, I went up to my room,' Hemu said. 

'And...' Sarit asked, grinning. 

'And what? I was so excited that I masturbated myself to sleep,' Hemu chuckled. 

'This proves nothing,' Rashmi didi said. 

'Wait! I am not finished yet,' Hemu continued, 'a month later, on a Sunday morning, when I came down for breakfast, mummy and daddy were not there. I asked Bhola. He told me that they had gone for dinner to Singh uncle's house and mummy had called to say that they would return only after lunch. This was not an isolated case. It happened nearly every weekend. Many a times when the Singhs came over to our house, I heard them leaving in the wee hours.' 

'What about mummy drinking?' I asked. 

'Once, when I returned home from a movie, the Singhs were visiting us. I went into the sitting room to greet them. It was then I saw mummy drinking whisky,' Hemu replied. 

'Gosh! Hemu's story has made me hot,' Sarit said, 'Come let's play some more and cool down.' 

After playing, we settled down again. 

'Hemu, don't get me wrong but we were a little surprised that you decided to play Holi with us. Is there a reason?' Amit asked. 

'I'll tell you how it happened,' Hemu replied, 'Last evening mummy came to my room. 

'Hemu, your daddy and I are going to uncle Singh's for dinner. We will be spending the night at their house, and return only after lunch tomorrow,' she said, 'tomorrow is Holi and I would not like you to be alone here.' 

'Mummy, go ahead with your program, I will be okay,' I replied, hiding my disappointment that I would be alone on Holi festival. 

'No, you will not be okay,' she said, 'I suggest that you call up your sisters and go to their house.' 

'Mummy, I have told you that I'll be fine,' I replied. 

'And I have told you to call your sisters,' she insisted. Mummy then dialed your number and gave me the phone. She stood there till I had finished talking to you. This is the whole story.' 

'Great! Hemu do us a favour. Go to the kitchen and ask one of the maids to bring thandayi for us,' jiju said. 

'Of course,' Hemu replied, 'who wants it with bhaang?' 

Everyone opted for thandayi with bhaang. 'Adi didi, what about you?' he asked me. 

'This time with lots of bhaang,' I giggled, 'I have nothing left to lose.'

'I think sending Hemu here is mummy's way of extending an olive branch,' Amit said. 

'You are right,' Shamit said, 'we must make it a point of visiting her soon. Mohan what do you say?' 

'That we must do but I was thinking of something else,' jiju replied, 'why not arrange a party and invite ours to it. We can all have great fun.' 

'Look at them,' Rashmi didi laughed, 'after screwing the daughters, they are setting their sights on fucking the mothers also.' 

'Your dreams will remain dreams,' Madhu didi chuckled, 'my mother would never agree to let her sons to bang her.'