jiju aour sali

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 in law - 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 in law, 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 law 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. '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. '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. 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 in law, 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'.

'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 in law'. '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 in law 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?' '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 in law 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 in law. '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 in law, '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.

That night as we lay in bed I said, 'Abhi, it seems, we are in deep shit'. 'No, not really,' Abhi replied, 'let us think. First, fact is that they went looking for us because they wanted to swap husbands'. 'Yes but what good will that do us, if we don't get to fuck even our own wives' I replied. 'Patience, my friend' Abhi said, 'the second fact is that they were quite calm about our having fucked their kid sisters. The third fact is that they also said that they wouldn't mind if we continue to screw their sisters as long as we confess and tell the

truth'. 'That is so,' I replied, 'but where is the guaranty that they really meant it'. 'Yes, you are right. It could just be a carrot to make us tell them the truth,' Abhi replied, 'Let us see what our goal is. We want to fuck our wives, we want to fuck each other's wife and we want to fuck their sisters, right?' 'Yes, but how?' I asked perplexed. 'The only way we can achieve this is by confessing,' Abhi laughed. 'Are you mad,' I replied getting agitated, 'Once we have confessed, they will have the upper hand. We will never get to fuck Adi and Sarit and might even lose the cunts of our wives'. 'Not necessarily, listen,' Abhi replied and explained his idea in detail. 'It could work but we could end up by losing Adi and Sarit forever,' I cautioned. 'Yes, but the risk is very minimal,' Abhi said confidently, 'I know it will work because I know my wife. Think about it. We will take the final decision in the morning'. In the morning I agreed to go along with Abhi's plan. At breakfast we told them we were ready to tell them the truth. 'Madhu, I don't believe it,' Rashmi said laughing,

'They lasted only one night. I thought they were made of sterner stuff'. 'I am surprised too,' Madhu replied, 'I didn't know that our choot is such a powerful weapon'. For the next thirty minutes they cross-examined us and we answered all their queries truthfully. Finally Madhu said, 'All right, now we have got answers to all our questions'. 'No not all,' Rashmi giggled, 'One question still remains unanswered: Which of them is a better lover?' 'That is right, we will settle it right away,' Madhu said pushing back her chair, 'Come guys, join us in the bedroom'. 'Let us finish our tea, while it is still hot,' Abhi replied calmly, 'You go ahead, we will join you in few minutes'. 'Don't take too long, lest our choots get cold,' Rashmi shot back. 'Darling, we can trust you to keep them sizzling for us,' Abhi laughed. 'Till now everything is going as per plan,' Abhi whispered, as the girls disappeared into the bedroom. We waited for ten minutes before we joined them. They were lying naked on the bed caressing their choots. 'It's about time,' Madhu complained, 'Mohan you fuck Rashmi and Abhi you come to me'.

We undressed and went to our stations and started to rub our cock in between their slit. As time went by, their moans of pleasure became louder and louder. Their hips also started to twitch. 'Mohan what are you doing?' Rashmi asked, 'Fuck me'. 'All in good time my dear,' I replied and continued to do what I was doing. 'Abhi, don't tease me like this,' Madhu moaned spreading her legs wider, 'Put it in'. 'Of course right away my darling,' Abhi replied but did not enter her. Soon they were so wild with lust that they begged us to fuck them. Time was ripe for the next step. 'Can we continue to fuck your sisters?' I asked Rashmi. 'Oh! Can't we discuss this later?' Rashmi moaned. 'No, we must have your answer now,' Abhi said. 'Abhi, fuck me now,' Madhu moaned, 'as Rashmi has said, we can decide about that later'. 'No, you have to decide now,' I said. 'Remember! If no cock for your sisters, then no cock for you too,' Abhi threatened. 'MADHU, IF I AM NOT FUCKED RIGHT NOW I SHALL DIE,'

RASHMI screamed, 'YES, YES YOU CAN FUCK OUR SISTERS OR ANYONE ELSE THAT YOU LIKE BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE FUCK ME NOW'. 'Good. Madhu what do you say?' Abhi asked. 'YES, YES FUCK THEM, IF IT PLEASES YOU BUT FUCK US NOW,' Madhu yelled. We grinned at each other and pushed our cocks into their dripping choots. 'AAAAAHHHHHHHH AT LAST,' they sighed loudly as our cocks slipped into their soaking wet cunts. After we had finished Madhu said, 'That was a mean trick, threatening us with no cock'. 'You started it,' Abhi laughed, 'remember what you said last night: No truth, no choot'. 'Tell me, would you have permitted us to fuck your sisters,' I asked. 'We discussed it but could not come to a decision,' Rashmi replied. 'But now the decision has been made,' Abhi said. 'Yes, the decision has been made,' Madhu sighed. 'This is the whole story,' jiju said concluding his story. 'Please forgive us for doubting you,' we apologized.

'Whose idea was this holiday?' Sarit asked. 'When we read about your graduation, Madhu and Rashmi wanted to call you but we stopped them saying we must do something special for you girls,' Abhi replied, 'Then we all put our heads together and came up with this holiday idea'. 'Yes, a holiday with something for everyone. Your tongues for their choots, our cocks for you and your ass hole cherry for us' jiju added. 'I bet the ass hole cherry was your idea,' I said to jiju. 'Wrong, it was Madhu's idea,' Abhi said, 'They knew that we have fucked you, licked your cunts and you have sucked our cocks but your ass holes were still untouched. Madhu said, I quote, "If they want your cocks then they will have to take it in their ass holes also" unquote'. 'As it suited us we did not complain,' Jiju laughed. During the whole holiday our sisters were very good to us. Except for an occasional fuck for themselves they left their husbands to us. We fucked, fucked and fucked. One afternoon after a delicious fuck Sarit sighed, 'Adi this is even better than fucking the football team'. 'Don't forget the reserves,' I giggled. 'W...W...What did you say?' Rashmi didi asked alarmed. We told her what we had in mind. 'Don't you even think about it,' Madhu didi said.

'Why not? We will be careful,' Sarit asked. 'You may be careful but you don't know boys,' Rashmi didi said, 'unfortunately some of them tend to boast and your reputation will be mud in no time'. I looked questioningly at jiju. 'She is right,' he replied, 'Not all, but some of them do talk'. 'Such talk has the habit of reaching the wrong ears,' Rashmi didi continued, 'If our parents hear it, then you are dead meat and so are we, because facts they will make you tell them and the rest they will put together'. 'Then what shall we do?' Sarit wailed. 'I understand your problem,' Madhu didi said sympathetically, 'I suggest, as you girls are not studying any further, you can visit us on weekends'. 'Yes, you do that. We, especially Mohan and Abhi, will be very pleased to see you,' Rashmi didi giggled, 'Now forget all that and enjoy your holiday'. Omigosh, what a grand holiday we had. We fucked, sucked cock and got our asshole plugged, day in and day out. We even ate pussy, whenever our sisters wanted us to but they never licked our choot. Maybe, it was because we never dared to ask them. After the holiday was over, as suggested by our sisters, we visited them every other weekend. One morning around Christmas time my daddy said, 'Aditi, your mummy and I have seen a boy for you'.

'Yes Adi, his name is Amit, he is tall and very handsome. You will like him,' mummy said. 'Amit is from a very old and respected family. Mr. Rudra, his father, owns several thousand acres of fertile farmland not too far away from here and has a flourishing business in town. Amit lives here in the city and looks after the business'. 'Adi, they are very rich you will live like a queen,' mummy said, 'Another plus point is that you will remain here in town near us'. 'Daddy, who suggested them to you? I asked. 'Romesh (Sarit's father, if you remember) did. Why?' he replied. 'Then why me and not Sarit?' I questioned. 'Good question. I asked him the same thing,' daddy replied, 'He said, "Adi is like my daughter and as she is older than Sarit, it is her turn to get married first". He is right. I would have done the same if I were in his place'. 'Adi, I say, close your eyes and say yes,' mummy pressed. 'Seema (my mother) please let me talk to her,' daddy said mildly admonishing mummy. 'Have you committed yourself?' I asked. 'No, I have not and I won't till you say yes,' daddy said, 'Aditi, I suggest you meet him. If you like him then only we will proceed further. What do you say?'

'I will do as you say,' I replied like an obedient daughter. 'Good girl. I will keep you posted,' daddy said kissing me on my cheek. 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 will 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'. part 3 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'.

'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 dcor 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 in law, 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 in law, '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 in law 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 in law 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 in law 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.

'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 my in laws 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 in law, husband's younger brother], it seems that you like my Sharda?) she remarked. 'Haan bhabi, Sharda mujhe bahut achchi lagti hai (Yes bhabi [sister in law, 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'.

'Who are you?' mama asked imperiously. 'Mistress, my name is Banwari. I am Sharda's father,' he said bowing low. 'What do want?' mama demanded to know. 'I have come with a request. My Sharda was engaged to be married to a young man in our village but when he heard that she is no longer a vir... I mean to say that when he heard that Sharda has lost her earlobes, he refuses to marry her,' Banwari explained. 'What do you want me to do?' mama mellowing down a bit. 'Mistress, I humbly request you to order him to fulfill his commitment as no one else will marry her,' Banwari requested with folded hands. Mama thought for a minute. 'Forget that boy, he must be a fool if can't recognize a jewel when he sees one, mama replied, 'From today it is my responsibility to see that she gets married. You will not have to spend a penny. I will make all the arrangements and also give her a handsome dowry. When everything is ready, you will be informed so that you can give away the bride'. 'A month later Sharda married Jaggu,' Shamit added, 'Jaggu was happy as he had lost is wife six months ago

and Sharda was also happy as other than the family, Jaggu was the only person who had witnessed all that happened'. 'So the Sharda saga had a happy ending except for losing her earlobes,' Sarit sighed. 'It seems that the family enjoys sex?' I giggled. 'Yes, God has made sex for enjoyment and we love every aspect of it except incest,' Shamit replied. 'Ladies, I think we should be returning, it is getting late,' Amit said. 'No not so fast. What happened to you two? Did mama punish you too?' I asked with a naughty smile. 'Let us start for home,' Shamit laughed, 'we will tell you about it in the car'. 'When everyone had dispersed we both ran to our room and fearing punishment hid under the bed. We remained there till lunch was announced but mama did not come, ' Shamit said, 'At lunch mama was her usual loving self. By evening we were convinced that we would not be punished'. As we were congratulating ourselves Mishri, our old maid, warned, 'Mistress is coming'. We dived for cover but before we could crawl under the bed mama was in our room. 'You rogues, come to me,' she ordered. She sat us in her lap and running her fingers through our hair said, 'Didn't I tell you to go to your room

and stay there?' We both nodded vigorously. 'Then why did you not obey me?' she said twisting our ears. 'Are you going to cut off our ears also?' I asked with tears in my eyes. 'No, not this time,' she laughed, 'but I still want to know why you disobeyed me?' Now that our ears were safe, we felt a little braver. 'We wanted to see what you didn't want us to see,' Amit replied managing a smile. Mama laughed aloud. 'Mishri, no dinner tonight for these two rascals,' mama said then turning to us added, 'I am letting you off lightly this time but if you ever disobey me again, I will cut off your little peepees. Understood?' Again we nodded vigorously. 'Did you disobey her again?' I asked automatically. 'Amit didn't, his peepee is intact,' Sarit giggled, 'I can vouch for it from personal experience'. 'I also didn't disobey her,' Shamit laughed, 'I am sure Adi you can confirm it'. They laughed their heads off while I tried to hide my embarrassment behind my hands.

'Omigosh Sarit, what a family, everyone seems to be fucking each other,' I said to Sarit, when we both were alone the next morning. 'Kya papa aur chachu bhi hamain chodenge? (Will papa and chachu also fuck us?)' Sarit asked in a hushed tone. 'I doubt it. They consider us as their daughters and as Shamit said they don't practice incest,' I replied.

'What a pity, I would have loved to check out chachu's big cock,' Sarit said wistfully. 'Me too, but you can't win them all,' I replied. After spending another lovely week at the farmhouse, papa told the twins to return to the city and get back to work. Basanti and Shanti were to accompany us. Next morning we were packed and ready to leave. 'My darlings I am going to miss you, ' mama said hugging us both, 'Remember the way to happy married life is to obey your man and see that he is comfortable'. 'Yes mama,' we murmured. 'Don't think I am advocating unconditional submission. If they are unjust to you then fight them,' mama continued, 'in this fight you can count on my support'. Then turning to the twins said, 'Boys, look after your wife and she will be loyal to you but if you mistreat them then she can make your life hell. Remember if you

hurt them physically or emotionally, then you will have me to reckon with'. 'You two come here,' mama said curtly to the waiting maids, 'I am not sending you to the city for sight seeing. Work hard and obey your mistress's every wish'. Good byes done, we traveled to the city in the family BMW and the maids with our luggage followed us in a SUV. We reached our new home around three in the afternoon. The flat was huge. Like the farmhouse, it was tastefully furnished. Jamroo was waiting for us. He welcomed us with garlands. He was so excited to see us that he did not know what to do. 'No, no don't sit there, sit here it is more comfortable. Mistress what will you have? Shall I bring something to eat? Lunch is ready or would you like a snack? Oh, you must be tired after the long drive, your rooms are ready if you would like to rest,' he said in one breath. He went on and on in the same strain till Amit cut him short, 'Jamroo, calm down. We have had lunch on the way but we could do with some strong coffee'. 'Yes immediately,' he replied and disappeared towards the kitchen. Ten minutes later he returned with a tray laden with coffee and snacks. 'I have made these snacks specially for you,' he said offering them to us.

'Jamroo, we will help ourselves,' Shamit said, 'You go and pack your things as mama wants you back at the farmhouse by evening'. 'Go back to the farm house?' Jamroo asked bewildered, 'Who will then look after you?' 'Basanti and Shanti. They are coming in the SUV with our luggage,' Amit said. 'Those two are going to live here?' Jamroo asked surprised, 'Does malkin (mistress) know?' 'Of course she knows. It was her idea,' Shamit said, 'Now go and pack your stuff'. Jamroo left shaking his head and muttering loudly, 'Madness, it is sheer madness to send them here. I always thought that the old lady was crazy but now she has proved it beyond any doubt'. Everyone in the room must have heard him. I looked towards the men waiting for them to reprimand Jamroo for his insolent remark. They shrugged his remarks off by saying, 'Old retainers are a pain. One has to tolerate them,' and watched Jamroo disappearing into the kitchen. 'If they didn't mind the servant calling their mother insane, then who am I to interfere,' I thought and forgot the whole thing. By the time we finished coffee the maids arrived with the luggage. While Shamit was supervising the distribution of the luggage Amit said, 'Jamroo give the driver some tea and snacks then off you go'.

When Jamroo was ready to leave, he said, 'Sir may I talk to the girls for a minute, I have not seen them for some time'. 'Why do you ask? Go ahead,' Shamit said taken aback. Later I asked Basanti, 'Why was Jamroo getting angry with you?' 'No didi, he was not angry,' Basanti replied. 'But I heard him shouting?' I persisted. 'Didi, father gets excited very quickly. He was seeing us after a long time therefore he raised his voice in excitement. Please forgive him if he disturbed you,' was her reply. I was not fully convinced with her explanation but I let it go. Sarit and I had never run a household before but with the help of the maids we soon got the hang of it. After two weeks of bliss, one morning when our husbands were ready to go to the office, Amit said, 'Ladies, join us in our study, we have something important to tell you'. 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. You both had fucked been well fucked before marriage'. To be continued... *****