A PORN STAR IS BORN (Part 2) By Sahebji First I would like to repeat the last few lines of part 1: I had not had a woman for several weeks and my balls were full. The load was quite a mouthful. Despite Amita swallowing hard, some cum leaked out from side of her mouth and ran down her chin. She kept swallowing till my balls had given her the last drop. "Thank you, Amita, you were wonderful," I said and kissed her. As we lay resting Kris accompanied by a lady entered the room. "What are you two unto? Not fucking, I hope," he said laughing, "this is Meera. She is our makeup expert." Meera was around twenty-five, very beautiful, slim and tall with nice big boobs. Seeing a new choot my cock came to attention. I got up and quickly wore my bathrobe. "OOOOO, his cock is so big. My choot is already leaking," she gasped, "Kris, this is what I call a real laurda. My choot would love to taste it." Now for part 2: Kris laughed, "Why not? I am sure Saheb will not have any objection. You can check out his cock after you have made this girl look fourteen year old." "No problem," she said looking at Amita, "now you both get out. Give me half an hour and I'll make her look like a thirteen year old kid." When we were outside, I asked with a naughty smile, "You seem to be fucking Meera." "Oh yes, I fuck all of them," he laughed. "They don't mind," I asked. "Of course not, On the contrary they love it," Kris laughed. "Kris, what did the producer say?" I asked. "Everything is okay. The producer was very excited. I have to show Amita to him in flesh and blood. In the meanwhile he has given me some money, which I'm supposed to give her as signing amount after he officially approves of her. He has even lent me his car to bring Amita over to his house," Kris replied happily. "You think he'll approve of her?" I asked. "Of course, it is only a formality," Kris said confidently. "What do we do now?" I asked. "First let Meera finish with Amita. Then I'll take Amita with me and introduce her to the producer for his formal approval and then the cameras can roll," Kris said. "What do I do in the meanwhile?" I asked. "Meera ko chodna aur kya (Fuck Meera what else)," he laughed. Before I could say anything Meera called us inside the room. I was surprised. If I had not known Amita's age then I would have put her age at fourteen or even younger. Meera had achieved this by few deft touches of makeup, restyling Amita's hair into two tresses and shaving her choot. "WOW! Amita, you are looking so beautiful," I exclaimed, "Meera, you are really an expert." Amita blushed smiling happily. "Meera, well done," Kris said, "Amita, get dressed. I've to introduce you to Rustomji, my producer." "What shall I wear?" Amita asked. "Just a blouse and a skirt. You might have to show your tits and choot to the producer," Kris said. "I've only these rags with me," Amita said. "Don't worry I have a bagful of clothes in Kris's car. I'll get it. I'm sure we'll find something suitable for you to wear," Meera said leaving us to fetch it. "What about my sister?" Amita asked, "She'll be waiting for me at one." "We'll pick her up on our way back," Kris said. Ten minutes later they were on their way leaving Meera and me alone. "Come here big boy, my choot is impatiently waiting to taste your big cock," Meera said starting to undress. When she was naked she lay down on the bed with her legs in the air and said, "Come on, big boy, fuck me." There was no hair on her choot. Her swollen clit was peeping through the lips of her lower mouth at me invitingly. I threw off my bathrobe and lay down next to her. We kissed passionately. Then I nibbled her ear and suckled her erect nipples. "Oh it feels so nice," she moaned. I kissed and licked her stomach on the way to her choot. On the way I rotated my tongue in her navel. "Oh Saheb," she moaned. Reaching her choot I separated her lower lips with my hands and licked in between them. "Oh Saheb, it feels sooooo good," she moaned, raising her hips and pressing her cunt against my lips. I licked and sucked her swollen clit. Suddenly I took her hard clit between my teeth and bit lightly on it. "OWW, IT FEELS SOOOO GOOD. DON'T STOP. GO ON Y…HES GO ON. I AM NEARLY THERE. OH OHHH I AMMM COOOMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG," she screamed and released a stream of warm cunt juice in my mouth. Without a pause I continued to eat her pussy. I asked her to keep her legs aloft so that I could get at her well-fucked choot. I moved lower and rimmed her cunt. "OH MY GOD, IT FEELS WONDERFUL," she screamed. Then I shoved my tongue inside her fuck tunnel. "AGGGHRRRRR," she yelped and with a loud sigh came again. As I licked her offering, she yelled, "I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE. SAHEB, DON'T DELAY. SHOVE YOUR COCK INTO MY CUNT." Ignoring her pleas I started to tongue fuck her. After few minutes she was on the boil again. "SAHEB, FASTER Y…HESSS TONGUE FUCK ME FASTER. OH OHHH I AMMM COOMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG," she screamed. I continued to tongue fuck her but she caught me by my hair and tried to pull me on her. 'Saheb, bahut ho gaya. Ab mujhe chodo (Saheb, it is enough. Now fuck me now),' she said gasping for breath. I got on top of her placing my cock at the entrance of her choot pushed hard. "OWWWA, it hurts," she yelped as the whole of my cock entered her to the hilt. I started to move my cock in and out of her dripping choot. I fucked her with long slow strokes. I kept varying the length and speed constantly. Her moans of pleasure got louder and louder and her bottoms moved in rhythm of my strokes. Suddenly her back arched upwards. 'OH GOD, I AM NEARLY THERE. Y…HESS FUCK ME HARDER. Y…HES FASTER. OH OHH I AM ABOUT TO CUM,' she moaned loudly. I continued to fuck her with steady strokes. 'Y..HESS Y..HESSS, SAHEB, I AMMM COMMMMIIIINNNNG' she screamed and lay panting. I slowed down to give her time to catch her breath. 'OH SAHEB, GO ON MOVING DON'T STOP,' she panted bucking her bottoms from below. I recommenced the fuck motion. After a few strokes her bottoms started to move, keeping rhythm with my in and out strokes. I felt my sperm rising and my strokes became shorter and harder. 'MY GOD SAHEB CONTINUE LIKE THIS. YOU'LL MAKE ME CUM AGAIN,' she panted. I continued like she wanted. 'FASTER SAHEB FASTER AND HARDER. I AM NEARLY THERE. Y...HESSS, Y...HESSS I AMM THERE OHHH SAAAHEEEEB,' she shouted and fell back on the bed gasping for breath. At this moment I also shot my load into her cum thirsty cunt. For few minutes we lay kissing savoring the intense sensation we had just experienced. As I was about to get off, she said, 'No, please not yet. Fuck me one more time.' "Later, my dear," I said, "Amita's sister should not find us in a compromising position." After we had dressed I said, "Meera, with your beauty I'd try for a role in the films." "Why do you think I came to Bombay for?" she said laughing cynically. "Did you try to get into films?" I asked. "Yes, I am from a small town. When I came to Bombay I was eighteen, with stars in my eyes and hope in my heart. After six months, with great difficulty, I managed to get an appointment with a producer. He was not from the top drawer but nevertheless a producer. He interviewed me." "Everything went well. When I was about to leave his office, he said, "Meera, I am throwing a party at my house tonight. Many people will be there. Why don't you also come? I want to see their reaction when I introduce you as my next heroine." "What happened next?" I asked. "I was overjoyed but when I reached his house that night he was alone. I am early, I thought, perhaps the other guests will come later. The producer greeting me cordially, said, "Go into that room and change into the dress lying on the bed and nothing else. I want to see how you look in it." I went inside the room and the dress was a sheer negligee. "Sir, you want me to change into this…this transparent negligee," I said incredulously. "Haan, chudai ke liye yehi dress theek hai na? (Yes, it is the appropriate dress for fucking, isn't it so?" he said smiling. "Y…You s…said there was a p…party," I stuttered. "Oh that! It was a polite way to call you here," he laughed, "Kya kehta; aaj sham ko mere ghar aajana kyonki main tujhe chodena chahata hoon (What should I've said; come to my house tonight because I want to fuck you)." I was very angry. "Main ek kutte se chudwaloongi lakin tere se nahin (I'd rather fuck a dog than you)," I said angrily and threw the negligee on his face. I heard him laughing as I stomped out. "Then," I asked. "The same scene was repeated with other producers. I was told that everybody went through the 'casting couch'. I had burned my bridges and couldn't return home. At last I lost my cherry on a casting couch," Meera said. "Did he give you a role?" I laughed squeezing her big tits. "Oh yes, that he did, but the film flopped on the box office," she said, "more casting couches followed, more roles and more flops. After five years my face and my choot both lost their freshness. I was no longer heroine material. I had to decide either to become an extra or look for a job. I chose the latter. I joined Fazal as his assistant. I had to fuck him to get the job. Then I met Kris. He fucks me also. Occasionally I do work for him and when he gets an opportunity he gives me a role in his films." Just then Kris and party arrived. Amita and Anita went to the bathroom. Meera was grinning like an ape. "Meera, from your grin I would say that your choot enjoyed the taste of Saheb's cock," Kris laughed. She laughed nodding vigorously. "I hope you don't mind," I said. 'I told you to fuck her, didn't I?" Kris said, "Saheb, isse sirf choda hee ki isski gaand bhi maari (Saheb, did you fuck her in her ass hole also?)" "Abhi gaand baki hai (I have yet to fuck her in her asshole)," I replied. "You'll find many opportunities to do that later," Kris chuckled. "Oooo, my poor asshole," Meera said grinning and massaging her bum. Just then the sisters joined us. Anita was a replica of Amita only she looked even younger. "Didi (elder sister), who are all these people?" Anita asked. "They are our new friends," Amita said introducing us to her. "Amita, lets go," Kris said. "Didi (elder sister), where are we going?" Anita asked. "You remember what Jaya told us this morning?" Amita said. "Ussne kaha tha ki aaj GKB aapki choot phardega (She said that today GKB will deflower you)," Anita said. "We are going to a safe place where GKB won't find us," Amita said. "Isska matlab hai ki GKB aaj aapko nahin chodega (This means that GKB will not deflower you)," Anita said. "You are right GKB will not fuck me today," Amita replied truthfully. "Thank goodness, I was afraid that he might hurt you," Anita said getting into the car. We all piled into the producer's Mercedes. Kris stopped at a take away on the way to pick up something for lunch. Leaving the ladies in the car Kris and I went in to fetch the food. While the food was being prepared, he said, "Saheb, have you seen the sister? She is even better material for porno movies than Amita." "Kris, the die is cast. Quit complaining now," I said. "I am not complaining but with both of them I could make a fortune," Kris said shaking his head, added, "It is pity to waste such virgin material." "Aw, forget it. Now you are getting greedy. At least let Anita lead a normal life," I replied. "I can dream, can't I?" Kris said. After picking up the lunch we drove to a house on Juhu beach. The house belonged to Kris's producer. It was a two-story affair with a small private beach. The house as well as the beach was well protected by thick bushes and high wall from three sides and the fourth side was open to the Arabian Sea. It was very luxuriously furnished. After lunch Kris said, "Best would be if we all rest now. We will decide the further course of action in the evening. Meera, please show Amita and Anita to their bedroom." Ten minutes later Amita returned. "Poor Anita, she was so tired that she fell off to sleep immediately. She is very delicate. I have to take special care of her," she said. "Amita, take this," Kris said giving her several bundles of notes, "remember this is only the beginning." "Gosh, so much money? I have no place to keep it. Kris, you hold it for me," Amita said. "Of course, I'll be happy to keep the money for you," Kris said. "Kris, from now on you are not only my agent but also a trusted friend," Amita said and cautioned, "Remember not a word to my sister about our arrangement. If she asks then tell her that I am a small time actress and leave the rest to me." "Kris, I hope you will not cheat her," I laughed. Kris face became red and opened his mouth to protest but Amita beat him to say, "Kris will never cheat me. I trust him explicitly," Amita said squeezing Kris's hand. "I was only joking," I said grinning. "Kris, when am I going to lose…," Amita asked blushing. "I was thinking tonight. It depends upon Anita also. Let us wait and see. You are in no hurry, are you?" Kris said smiling wickedly. "No, not at tall," Amita said blushing and ran up to her room. "Come, Saheb, I'll show you around," Kris said. He led me to a room full of electronic gadgetry. "From here I can control every camera, light, background sound, scenery etc." he explained and throwing a switch, added, "We have placed several cameras in every room including the bathrooms." The image of both Amita getting ready to rest came on one screen of the several TV monitors lining the room instantaneously. "I will have to be careful while visiting the loo," I laughed. "There are so many cameras that you will never be able to hide from all of them," Kris chuckled. "Don't you require any assistance," I asked. "No, our equipment is fully automatic and I can handle it alone but in this case I plan to call two assistants, Selma and Mary. Selma will help me film and Mary will take the close ups of Amita's virgin choot, before and after she has been deflowered. I might make an error and virginity is a highly perishable item. There are no retakes," Kris replied. "What do you plan to shoot?" I asked, "Have you no script?" "In our movies story is not important. We'll shoot the old story of a fruit seller losing her virginity to a rich man," he said looking around, "Ah, here it is. Take this and read it. You'll get the general idea." "How can we shoot tonight? It'll take time to memorize the conversation," I said leafing through the script. "No need. You can improvise as we go along," Kris laughed, "Remember our clients are looking for sex and not for a storyline, though we always try to have one." Then we also rested. In the evening Amita came and said to us, "Anita is feeling feverish. She has a giant headache also. Kris, can you call a doctor or give her something for it." "Sure, I'll get it," Kris said. He was back in two minutes. "Here is something for the fever and the headache," Kris said. "Thank you," Amita said and turned to leave. "Amita, wait. How can we shoot because Anita will find out the truth," Kris said. "I don't know. I have thought about it but I don't know what to do," Amita said, "Do you have a suggestion?" "Yes, give her this capsule. She will sleep like a log till morning without any ill effects and we can shoot without her finding out," Kris said. "Good idea," Amita said taking the capsule. "Shall I make arrangements to shoot after dinner?" Kris asked. "Yes, go ahead," she said blushing and left. "Meera, call Selma and Mary to bring their choots here by eight o'clock, we have a genuine virgin to deflower," Kris said, grinning happily. I watched Meera go to the phone and starting to dial. "They'll be here by eight," she said replacing the receiver. "You will be able to manage with Meera and these two ladies," I asked surprised. "Actually, I could have managed with Selma and Meera only but it is important to record close ups of Amita's choot, before and after it has been plugged, by an expert. That is why I've called Mary also. Mary will handle these shots," Kris enlightened me. "Meera, tell Selma, when she comes, to look after the wardrobe also because you'll be acting also. It is the old story about a rich man seducing a young fruit seller," Kris said. "I've done it before," Meera giggled, "I was the fruit seller then." At eight sharp both Selma and Mary floated in. They were real beauties. Mary was tall, slim and had a pretty face with a heavenly figure. Selma on the other hand was beautiful with deep blue eyes and large boobs. She had a lovely figure with tight firm hips. Both of them were not wearing a bra and their boobs danced sexily as they walked. I stared at them as they greeted Kris. "Good evening, boss. What's up other than your cock?" they both said together laughing. "Mary, today we are shooting a genuine virgin. I want you to get the shots, which we can paste in other films. Remember there are no retakes. Selma, you will help me to shoot and also take charge of the wardrobe as Meera is acting in the movie," Kris said. "Count on that bitch to get the juiciest part," they said good naturedly as Meera threw a kiss at them, "any other instructions?" "Not at the moment," Kris said, "Go to your positions. We'll start in an hour." "Will do, boss," they said and glided to their respective posts with their tits bouncing tits playing havoc with my cock and their hips swinging sexily. "Gosh, they are beautiful," I gasped. "Their story is same as mine. They also left their cherry on the casting couch…several failed films…now to eat they have to work…to work they have to fuck," Meera giggled. "Kris, kya tu ne Selma aur Mary ko bhi choda hai? (Kris, have you fucked Selma and Mary also?)" I asked. "Yes, I have fucked them both," Kris replied, "As I said before I have fucked all the ladies that work here." "Tu ne Selma ke chuttar dekhe hain? Is ki gaand maarne main asli mazaa aayega (Did you see Selma'a bum? It will be a real pleasure to fuck her in her asshole)," I said drooling saliva. "Woh saali sub kuch karwati hai lakin apni gaand nahin maarne deti (That bitch is game for everything except she does not let anyone fuck her in her ass hole)," Kris said. "Strange, normally girls love to take a prick up their ass," I chuckled. "I know. She won't let a cock come near her gaand (ass hole)," Kris said. "Hmmm, then I must try and find a way to get into her virgin gaand," I laughed. "You can try also. Many have tried and failed," Kris said, "She has even refused to give her gaand to our producers and directors." "How do you know?" I said. "Once in the end of one of our movies there was a drunken orgy. To make it look like real, we used real drinks. There were so many retakes. By the time we finished every one was drunk and we had a real orgy. That movie did exceptionally well in the market. Thereafter as a 'good omen' we have a 'free fuck' for all after a movie is finished," Kris explained laughing. "You mean…," I said. "Yes, my friend. When we finish shooting a film then there is 'fuck for all'. The director, the producer and all the crewmembers get to fuck the ladies. Before the orgy starts," Kris said, "She announces loudly, I quote, 'Main chudwauingi, laurda choosuingi aur beej satkungi lakin main apni gaand nahin marwauingi. Chahe naukri se nikaal do (I'll fuck, I'll suck cock and swallow cum but I won't let anyone fuck me in my ass hole. You can sack me if you like),' unquote." "And no producer or director wants to sack her as she is good at her job and no producer, director or a crew member has been able to persuade her to give her gaand." "And you gave up?" I asked surprised. 'Yes. Our producer, Mr. Rustomji, once got so frustrated that he announced a fifteen days fully paid trip for two to Switzerland to anyone who'll take her asshole cherry," Kris said, "this prize is still to be had." "Good, I always wanted to visit Switzerland," I laughed, "Seriously, Kris, have you told Amita about this?" "No, but I will. Anyway she need not worry because the leading lady has the right to refuse anyone," Kris said, "This is a sort of a tradition." "A damned good tradition, I'd say," I laughed. "Saheb, let Meera work on you and in the meanwhile I'll read the script with Amita," Kris said. Meera worked on me and Amita read through the old script with Kris. Kris explained to her what all she has to do. After half an hour Meera had completely changed my looks. I looked like a middle-aged army officer, a bald man with a handlebar mustache. To disguise my voice Meera placed some cotton wool pads in my mouth. This made me look heavier as they puffed up my cheeks. "Be careful while kissing. Don't push the cotton pads down Amita's throat. They might choke her. Just break off the kiss whenever you feel them moving. I'll fit new ones. Would you like to try it with me?" Meera said with a broad grin. "Meera, first work then pleasure," Kris said laughing as I took Meera in my arms. Kris was right, even my mother, May God rest her Soul, would not have recognized me with this new face and voice. Meera take Amita with you and dress her. Meera, you change into your costume too," Kris said. Soon Amita and Meera joined us. Both were looking very sexy. "How is Anita?" Kris said "Sleeping like a top," Amita replied smiling. "Good, Mary, Selma are you ready?" Kris said. "Aye," they replied. "Okay ladies, let's put the show on the road," Kris said. "Nervous?" Kris asked. "A little," Amita nodded. "Don't worry you'll be okay," Kris said then addressing us all, added, "Just a few words before we start. The script is only an indication. You need not repeat the written conversation. Improvise whenever you can. Amita, like I told you earlier try to use vulgar words as often as possible. Scream loudly when you lose your cherry and keep you legs raised and wide open." "Saheb, remember to display Amita's virgin choot hole before and after you pop her cherry. I want to catch her bleeding choot hole and later with your cum oozing out of it on the film. Don't be self-conscious just run through the scenes naturally. Mary, you get as many shots from different angles you can when Saheb is showing her choot hole." "Meera, you know what to do. Right guys remember this is my first independent direction, so please make it look good. Kris and his children, yet to be born, will thank you," he said, "any questions?" We all shook our heads. "All right take your positions. Okay, we are ready to roll. ACTION," Kris announced. SCENE 1 The first scene was in large room. It had a bar with barstools on one side. A sofa stood at right angles to the bar and a divan with cushions opposite it. A thick carpet covered the floor. An array of sexy paintings and pictures decorated the walls. Time was around seven p.m. I, the hero, dressed only in a dressing gown leaned against the bar humming a tune. Meera enters the room, dressed in a near transparent blouse with big black buttons and a loose short black mini skirt with white buttons in the middle. She is not wearing a bra and her boobs bounce sexily with each step. She is carrying soda and an ice bucket on a tray. While walking she swings her hips so that her skirt lifts high giving glimpses of her shaven choot. Placing the tray on the bar, she asks, seductively, "Master, would you care for a drink?" "Yes, Meera, the usual," I replied yawning, "oh what a boring day." While she is pouring the drink I put one hand inside her near transparent blouse and fondle her boobs. "Meera, your tits are still as firm as they were on the day you came here several years ago." "Thank you, sir," Meera said smiling gratefully, "Phir aap mujhe pahele jitna kyon nahin chodete? (Why don't you fuck me as often as you used to earlier?)" "You are right. I have neglected your choot lately but not without reason," I said. "What reason?" she said. "You know Sushma. She has been here many times," I said. "Yes, I've seen the condition of the bed sheets when she leaves," Meera giggled making a face. "Yes, I've been fucking her for some time," I laughed, "One day we were sitting in the club having a drink when a group of four girls walked in. They were very pretty. I wondered aloud if their cunts were as beautiful as their faces. One thing led to another. In the end Sushma dared me to take their cherry." "I hate them. Chod do in haramzadiyon ko (Fuck these bitches)," she said to me in private after she had introduced them to me, "Haan, inki gaand maarna mat bhoolna (Yes, don't forget to fuck them in their ass holes)." "You know me," I continued, "I can't resist a dare especially when virgins are involved. I had to deflower them. During the last four weeks I was busy with them." "Have you deflowered both their holes?" Meera said. "Oh yes," I chuckled. "Master, promise that you'll fuck me tonight," Meera said "All right," I said putting my hand under her skirt, "Ah, no panties. Lagta hai tu pahele se chudwane ka poora program banake aayi hai (It seems that you have come fully prepared for a fuck)." "Yes, master, you know how hungry my choot gets for your lund. I have stopped wearing panties because I don't know when I might get lucky," Meera replied grinning. "Okay, my dear, I'll fuck you tonight," I said raising her skirt and kissing her hairless cunt. "Would you like me to suck your cock?" she said handing me a whiskey soda. "Good idea. I love your blowjobs," I replied opening my dressing gown. Meera got down on her knees and took my cock in her hand. Her touch made my cock hard and erect. Suddenly Mary's voice boomed in the hall, "JESUUSSS, SELMA, DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?" Meera relinquishing my cock stood up laughing loudly. "CUT," Kris shouted from the control room and started to laugh. "Hai Allah! Mujhe nahin maloom tha ki itna barda laurda bhi hota hai (Hai Allah! I didn't know that cocks came in such big sizes also)," Selma exclaimed. "Sorry, Kris, I couldn't help myself," Mary said apologetically, "The sheer size of his cock took me unawares." 'Mary, kya itna barda laurda dekh kar teri choot main pani nahin aaya? (Mary, didn't your cunt get wet after seeing such a big cock?)' Selma giggled. "Wet, my dear, it made both my mouths drool. I must taste this monster first thing after the shoot," Mary said. "That's what you think. Saheb, mujhe pahele chodna. Mera naam Selma hai (Saheb, fuck me first. My name is Selma)," Selma said. "Ladies, this not the time or place to fix dates for your choots," Kris said trying to stop laughing. "Saheb, Selma ki baat mat suno. Woh sirf choot deti hai. Apni gaand nahin marwati. Aap meri choot ke saath meri gaand bhi maar sakte hain (Don't listen to her because she only fucks and does not take a cock in her asshole whereas I love a cock in both holes)," Mary said. "Ladies, Saheb is here for another two weeks. I am sure he'll love to fuck you both silly in the coming days, won't you, Saheb?" Kris said. "I'd love to," I said. "With that settled, can we proceed," Kris said sarcastically. "Selma, Meera is very quiet and grinning like an ape," Mary said, "Mera khayal hai ki usski choot iss vishal laurde ko chakh chuki hai (I think her cunt has already tasted this monster cock)." "You are right," Selma said, "Meera, how was it?" "Deliccccioussss," Meera said smacking her lips. "Lucky bitch," both Selma and Mary said simultaneously. Then all three stated to laugh. When they stopped laughing, Kris repeated, sarcastically, "If you ladies permit can we proceed?" "Sorry Kris I couldn't help myself," Mary said apologetically, "I will not speak again." "Me too," Selma said. . "Okay, we will take it from where we left it," Kris directed, "Meera, get on your knees and start sucking Saheb's cock. ACTION!" Meera started to suck my cock again. "Oh Meera, it feels so good," I moaned moving my hips in fuck motion. Meera's head bobbed up and down while sucking my lund. I closed my eyes to savor the sensations her hot mouth was creating. The doorbell rang. "Master, there is someone on the door" Meera said releasing my cock. "Why have you stopped? Let it ring," I said, "continue sucking." Meera took my cock again in her mouth. The doorbell rang again but this time more persistently. "I better see who is there. It could be one of your girl friends," Meera said. "Okay, go ahead," I replied with a disappointed sigh, "but hurry back." Few minutes later she returned. "Who is there?" I asked. "It is a girl selling fruits," Meera replied. "Tell her to fuck off. Then you get your choot back here quickly and finish what you started," I said getting irritated. "Master, I suggest you see her. She is a fourteen-year-old virgin material like I was when I came here. You'll really enjoy fucking her tight choot," Meera said. "I like your concern about me," I said straightening my dressing gown, "show her in." Meera returned leading a thirteen or fourteen year old girl with two plats and carrying a basket of fruits on her head. She was dressed in a dirty blouse and a knee length lehenga (skirt). The blouse was a size too small for her. The blouse buttons were stretched to the limit and the seams were bursting. She was not wearing a bra and her small perky boobs were squeezed inside it. The contours of her nipples were clearly visible through the material of the blouse. The tight blouse being stretched by her growing boobs made her look even younger. "Meera, main pahele iss se nipat loon phir tujhe chodoonga (Meera, let me deal with her first then I'll fuck you)," I whispered to Meera. The girl understood me because her face turned deep red with embarrassment and she lowered her eyes. "That's all right," Meera said then turning to the girl, added, "Why do you wear such a tight blouse? Is it to entice men to buy fruits from you?" "Let her. She looks nice in a tight blouse," I laughed caressing my cock. "Please don't say these things," she said hastily, "I don't like to wear tight blouses but have to because a week ago I found all my blouses had become tight and I had no money to buy a new blouse." "Didn't you notice that your boobies had grown," Meera asked. The girl blushed and hung her head without replying. "Meera, let her be," I said, "Do you think that the red blouse hanging in my cupboard might fit her?" I asked, "Girl, would you like a blouse that fits?" "Oh yes, please," she said eagerly. "It might fit but I'll have to check her size," Meera said, understanding what I meant, "Girl, come here." The girl stepped up to Meera. Meera opened couple of buttons of her blouse and put her hand inside. At first she did as if she was genuinely taking her measurement but then started to squeeze and kneading her pretty tits to make her horny. "Tujhe kissi ne choda tau nahin hai? (Has anyone fucked you?)" Meera whispered confidentially. "Nahin tau, meri choot kori hai (No, I am a virgin)," she whispered back. "Aap kya kar rahin hai? (What are you doing?)" she said realizing that Meera was no longer taking her measurement but squeezing and kneading her boobies. "Master, I am not very sure," Meera said ignoring the girls remark added, "Girl, let master also check the size." The girl took a step towards me but stopped with a hurt look on her face, "Nahin, aap bhi meri chuchiyan dabaoge (No, you'll also squeeze my titites)." "I would like to very much. They are very sweet," I laughed, "Girl, what are you selling?" Buttoning her open blouse with difficulty the girl launched into her sales pitch. "Sir, I have fresh fruits. You will not find fresher or sweeter fruit anywhere. I have mangoes, oranges, bananas and many others. What ever you want I have got it," she said smiling. "Show me the mangoes," I said. She took a mango in each hand and stretched her arms towards me. "Come nearer and show it to me," I said. She stepped closer. I took the mangoes in my hand. "Mangoes are a little soft. What else do you have?" I said. "Sir, I have oranges. You will not find such sweet oranges like mine anywhere in the world. If you like you can taste them," she said. "Okay, show me your sweet oranges," I said. Again she stretched out her hands holding the oranges. "Come closer and show me," I repeated. Again she stepped closer to me. Ignoring her out stretched hands I pulled her to me by her waist and squeezed her tits and taking her erect nipples in my mouth through her blouse, started to suckle them. "UUIII MA," she squealed and tried to free herself. I held her tightly and continued to suck her tits. "Oh, please mujhe chord do (Oh please let me go)," the lass, moaned. Then I released her. "Aapne meri chuchi kyon choosi? (Why did you squeeze suck my tities?" she asked blushing. "Tune hee tau kaha tha (You only asked me to)," I replied smiling. "Maine tau aapse meri chuchiyan chusne ko nahin kaha tha (I never asked you to suckle my boobies)," she replied and unconsciously scratching her choot. I looked at Meera. Meera smiled at me and nodded. "You liar. You said that, sir, "my oranges are the sweetest. You can taste them if you so desire. So I tasted them. You were right; they are the sweetest," I replied laughing. "I didn't mean that you suckle my boobies, you wicked man," she said blushing and scratching her choot again. "Okay, tell me your name?" I asked changing the subject. "Amita," she replied. "Teri umar kya hai? (How old are you?)" I asked. "Aisse hee hogi koyi chauda saal (Approximately fourteen)," she replied. "Fourteen, just the right age to be deflowered," I thought and my cock began to swell. "What else do you have?" I asked. "I have bananas," Amita replied. "Good, I like bananas. I have a banana also," Meera giggled, "Let me see what you have got." Amita showed many bananas but Meera didn't like any of them. "No, this is too thin…no, it very small…this one is nice and thick but not long enough," she said rejecting Amita's whole stock. "These are all the bananas I have," Amita said in exasperated tone. "Shall I show you my banana?" Mary said still caressing my cock. Seeing Meera stroking my lund (cock), Amita blushed and shook her head with downcast eyes. "What else have you got?" I asked. "I have many other fruits. You ask what you like," she asked. "Do you have cherries? I love cherries," I said. She laughed loudly, "Sir, where will you get cherries in this season?" "Everywhere," I smiled, "you have a cherry too." "No sir, I don't have any cherries," she replied not understanding what I meant. "Come nearer and I'll show you," I said with a serious expression. She took a step towards me then stopped. With a suspicious look asked, "Aap meri chuchi tau nahin dabaoge (You will not squeeze my tits)." "No, definitely not," I replied. She still hesitated. "Come nearer, I won't touch your boobs," I said. Hesitantly she came closer. I put my arm around her waist and pulling her to me, put my other hand under her lehnga (skirt). As expected she was not wearing any panties. I ran my fingers between the lips of her hairless choot as fast as I could. "Your cherry is inside this," I said kissing her. "UUUIIII MA," she screamed jumping away from me. "BABU, a…a…aapne meri choot kyon chui? A...aap bahut kharab hain (SIR, w…w…why did you touch my cunt? You are a very bad man," she asked scratching her choot. "I was showing you where your cherry is," I said grinning and kissing my fingers. She blushed then said defiantly, "Agar meri cherry meri choot main hai tau aap usse kaisse lenge (If my cherry is inside my cunt then how will you take it)." "Iss se (With this)," I said showing her my cock, which was standing in all its glory. For a few moments she stood still staring at my erect cock. Then she muttered more to herself than to us, "Aap apna laurda meri choot main daal kar meri cherry ko nikalenge… iss ka matlab hai…OH… AAP MUJHE CHODNA CHAHATE HAIN (You'll take insert your cock in my choot to take out my cherry…it means that…OH… YOU WANT TO FUCK ME)." "Haan, Amita, main teri kori choot ko phardna chahta hoon (Yes, Amita, I want to deflower your virgin cunt)," I said. "Nahin, maine nahin chudwana (No, I don't want to be fucked)," she said backing away and started to put her fruits in the basket. Seeing that she was preparing to leave, I said, "I'll buy all your fruits." "No, I don't want your money," she said squatting on the floor to lift the basket, "mujhe chodna chahata hai (he wants to fuck me)." "I'll pay you double the price for the fruits," I offered. "Sach! Aap dugne paise denge? (Really! You will pay double?)" she asked unbelievingly, "No, I don't want your money." "Aur bhi paise doonga aur yeh free main saath doonga (I will pay you more and this for free)," I said pointing to my cock standing in all its glory oozing pre-cum. Mesmerized, she stared at my cock and exclaimed, "Baap re baap, aapka laurda bahut barda hai. Meri nanhi si choot main kaisse gussega? (Oh my God, your cock is so large. How will it go inside my tiny cunt hole?)" 'Idhar aa main dikhata hoon kaisse gussega (Come here, I will show you how it goes in)," I said inviting her into my arms. Hypnotized she continued to stare at my pre cum oozing cock. Then with her eyes riveted to my erection she walked, with slow hesitant steps, towards me. "Come darling, I promise I'll may you what you want," I said spreading my arms. "What money?" she said as if in a trance and continued to walk toward me. When she reached me I sat he on my lap. I kissed her tenderly on her lips and undid the straining buttons of her blouse to set her boobs free. She protested feebly but did not hinder me in my quest. "Tere mamme barde pearey hain (Your boobies are very beautiful)," I said kissing them. I then proceeded to suck her pointed nipples. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "Oh your boobies are sooo sweet," I said smacking my lips. Blushing profusely she hid her face in the folds of my robe. Lifting her lehnga (skirt) I ran my fingers up and down her cunt slit and pinching her hard clit lightly. "Ooooo," she moaned loudly and pleaded, "babu, bhagwan ke liye ab mujhe chord do (sir, for God's sake, please let me go)." "Abhi nahin meri jaan. Abhi tau tujhe dikhana hai ki mera laurda teri nannhi si choot main kaisse gussta hai (Not yet my darling. I have yet to show you how my cock goes inside your tiny cunt hole)," I replied. "Mujhe nahin dekhna. Please babu, mujhe chord do (I don't want to see it. Please sir, let me go)," she protested feebly. I opened the string of her lehenga letting it fall to the ground. She quickly placed her hands in front of her choot to hide it. "Arre chupati kyoon hai abhi tau maine isski cherry chakhni hai (Why are you hiding it I have still to taste it's cherry)," I said pulling her hands away. Now I saw Amita's choot clearly for the first time. It was completely bald. There was absolutely no sign of hair growing on it. Her small clit was peeping out from her cunt lips, which seemed to be stuck together. Nobody had touched her choot before. She promised to be a real tight virgin. I lifted her in my arms and laid her down on the divan. Then I threw off my gown and started kissing her and kneading her small perky tits. "Please sir, let me go. Maine nahin chudwana (I don't want to fuck)," she begged, feebly kissing me back. "I am telling you that you'll enjoy it very much," Meera said. "Oh didi, mujhe darr lagta hai (Oh didi (elder sister), I am so scared)," she said with tears welling up in her eyes. "What is there to be afraid of?" Meera asked. "Babu ka laurda bahut lamba aur mota hai mere chote se choot ke ched main kaisse gussega (Your cock is very long and thick. How will it enter my small cunt hole)," Amita said. "Guss jayega aur tujhe pata bhi nahin lagega (It'll enter and you'll not even know)," Meera said. "Nahin, mujhe maloom hai ki bahut dard hoga (No, I know that it'll pain a lot)," she replied trying to sit up. "Keep lying," I said sternly. I kissed and licked her lithe body and moved downwards towards her choot stopping long enough, to rotate my tongue in her navel, on the way. "OH BABU, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD," she squealed loudly. "Poor Amita," Meera giggled rubbing her own choot, "Soon her cherry will be a thing of the past." When I kissed her choot, Amita caught my head and moaned, "Babu, wahan nahin. Choot gandi hai (Sir, not there. It is dirty)." "Achcha lagta hai na (You like it don't you?)" I asked. "Y…hes," she moaned. "Tu mazaa le aur mujhe jo main chahata hoon karne de (You enjoy yourself and let do what I like)," I replied gluing my lips again to her choot. With a loud sigh she removed her hand and spread her legs wide. I positioned myself between her open legs and continued to lick her choot. 'CUT,' Kris shouted. I continued to eat her pussy. "CUT," Kris said even louder, "SAHEB, CUT." Kris's voice penetrated my brain and stopped. 'OH, why have you stopped,' Amita moaned as I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from her choot. "Yes, Kris," I said. "You forgot to show her small cunt entrance," Kris said. "Sorry, I got carried away," I said. "Okay, ready, ACTION," Kris shouted. I lifted her again in my arms and laid her down on the divan. Then throwing off my gown I started to kiss her and knead her small perky tits again. "Please sir, let me go. Maine nahin chudwana (I don't want to fuck)," she repeated, feebly kissing me back. "I am telling you that you'll enjoy it very much," Meera said softly. "Oh didi, mujhe darr lagta hai (Oh didi (elder sister), I am so scared)," she said with tears welling up in her eyes. "What is there to be afraid of?" Meera asked. "Babu ka laurda bahut lamba aur mota hai. Mere chote se choot ke ched main kaisse gussega (Your cock is very long and thick. How will it enter my small cunt hole)," Amita said. "Let me see your choot hole," Meera said, "I can tell you whether master's cock will go in or not." Without waiting for Amita to respond Meera lifted her legs and displayed her small choot hole, while I kissed and sucked her boobies. Meera poked around it as if testing it while Mary filmed the small hole from all angles. On signal from Mary, Meera released the legs. "Don't worry, master's cock will go in your choot like a hot knife through butter," Meera said reassuring Amita. I kissed and licked my way to her choot again and started to lick it. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed. Without replying I continued to eat her choot. "OH PLEASE SIR, DON'T LICK MY CHOOT. IT'S DIRTY," she yelled. Undeterred I continued to eat her pussy. "OH SIR, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD," she squealed loudly and with a loud sigh relaxed and spread her legs wider. "Amita, ab tau teri choot ko phatne koyi nahin bacha sakta (Amita, now nobody can save your cunt from being deflowered)," Meera giggled. I stopped and took a deep breath. Now I was sure that her virginity was mine for the taking. "Achcha lagta hai na (You like it don't you?)" I asked starting to lick her choot again. "Y…hes," she moaned. I continued to eat her pussy with more vigor. "Oh babu, it feels good. Y…hes lick harder. OHH OHH Y…HES HARDER. FASTER BABU FASTER," Amita shouted. I increased my efforts. Her bottoms started to move up and down in fuck motion. "Y…HES LIKE THIS. BABUUUU, Y…HES FASTER AND HARDER. GOD SOMETHING IS COMING OUT. STOP. I AM ABOUT TO PISS," she screamed. "Amita, don't hold it back. It is not piss. It is the love juice of your choot," Meera said. Without paying any heed to her shouts I continued to suck on her excited clit. "BABBBBUUUUU STOP. OH GOD I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK. OH BABU, IT IS COMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG," she screamed releasing a stream of her cum in my mouth and lay gasping for breath. "Achcha laga? (Did you like it?)" I asked panting. "OH Y…HES BABU IT WAS GREAT," she gasped. "Amita, ab main tujhe chodunga (Amita, now I am going to fuck you)," I said getting on top of her. "Haan, babu, ab mujhe chodo (Yes, fuck me now)," she said welcomed me with spreading her legs wider. I commenced to rub my cock between her cunt lips. "OOOOOOYYYIIII," she squealed enjoying the sensation. END OF PART 2 TO BE CONTINUED… Friends, Thank you for your encouraging messages. I hope you enjoy this part also. 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