A PORN STAR IS BORN

Part 4

By Sahebji

Here are last few lines of part 3:

"Then use your spit," Mary suggested. 

I applied spit on her back entrance liberally, and then placing my cock on her 
puckered hole, I lunged forward. 

"AAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIEEEEEEEE,' she screamed as my cock buried itself to the 
hilt inside her butt. 

"SAHEB, I SAID GENTLY," she shouted groaning with pain. 

"Why gently? Your gaand is very experienced and I lubricated it quite liberally 
also," I laughed and commenced to fuck her asshole. 

While fucking her ass hole I also rubbed her choot.

After five minutes or so she screamed, 'SAHEB, FUCK ME FASTER AND 
HARDER. Y...HESSS RUB MY CHOOT. OH OHHH Y...HESSSSSSSSSS,' and 
came. Few strokes later I spurted my seed in her asshole. 

Now for part 4:

We slept for some time then took a shower together and got dressed. Mary 
brewed tea. After we had had tea Mary went home and I waited for others to 
return from shopping. 

They shoppers, laden with packages, returned at seven. 

"You seem to have bought the whole market," I said jokingly. 

"Oh Babu, we had not been shopping for years. There were so many new things 
to buy. If Kris had not put his foot down we would be still shopping," Amita said 
excitedly. 

"My God Saheb, you should have seen Amita and Anita. They went berserk. 
Suddenly money had no value. They wanted to buy practically everything," Kris 
laughed, "If I hadn't pulled them away they would be still at it." 

"Kris, you must appreciate that they had spent nearly two years in abject 
poverty," I said. 

"That is why I started to apply brakes only after four hours," Kris laughed. 

"Look Saheb, what Amita and Anita gave me," Meera said showing me three 
lovely saris. 

"Lucky you," I chuckled, "when Mary and Selma see these lovely saris they'd be 
green with envy." 

"Serves them right," Anita said pouting her lips, "for preferring to be fucked by 
your big cock and not going shopping with us." 

We all laughed. 

"Babu, I have bought saris for them also," Amita said showing me six beautiful 
saris. 

"They are beautiful. I'm sure that they'll love them," I said, "Amita, you have a 
very good taste." 

Amita blushed. "The credit does not go to me but to Meera. She knew their tastes 
and selected the saris," Amita said, "Without her we would have been lost." 

"I must go now," Meera said, "Thank you, Amita and Anita, for the presents and a 
lovely afternoon. Kris, do you require me tomorrow?" 

"I'll call you if I do," Kris said waving good-bye. 

I don't know about you guys but I am ready for a drink," Kris said. 

"Kris, please wait," Amita said, "Let us freshen up then we'll have a drink 
together." 

"Sure," Kris said. 

It was at eight that the sisters emerged from their room. Amita was looking 
stunning in a light blue chiffon sari with matching blouse. She was also wearing a 
ring, a pair of earrings and a light necklace studded with blue stones. 

"Amita, you are looking really beautiful," I said escorting the sisters to a sofa. 
Even in these 'grown up' clothes she did not look older than sixteen. 

"Saheb, what about me?" Anita asked pouting her lips. 

I looked at her more carefully. She was dressed in a pleated knee length black 
skirt with a tight light pink blouse. I could see that she was not wearing a bra. The 
tight blouse made her boobs look larger than they actually were. The contours of 
her hard nipples were visible through the thin material of the blouse. 

She wore a gold chain around her neck and a gold ring on her third finger of her 
left hand. Two gold studs adorned her ears. Even dressed up as she was she 
didn't look a day older than thirteen.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question," Anita asked. 

"Sorry, I was dazzled by your beauty," I said bowing slightly, "You look good 
enough to eat." 

"No problem," Anita giggled and lifting her skirt, added, "Go ahead, I'm ready." 

I was not surprised that she was not wearing anything under the skirt. What 
surprised me was that she had lost her bush in the last twelve hours. Her choot 
looked beautiful. I went down on my knees and separating her cunt lips gave her 
cunt couple of wet licks. 

"Oh Saheb," Anita moaned.

"Saheb, you'll have lot of opportunity to eat her pussy later," Kris said, "It is drink 
time now." 

"Kris is right," Anita giggled, "You must finish eating my choot some other time." 

"Amita, what can I give you?" Kris asked. 

"Something soft for me," Amita said. 

"Are you sure you won't like to try some whisky," Kris asked. 

"No thanks, I'll leave the hard stuff for my lower mouth," Amita giggled, "and 
settle for a coke for my upper mouth." 

"Okay, a coke coming up," Kris laughed, "Anita, you'd like a coke also?" 

"No, as my lower mouth is closed I'll take the hard stuff for my upper mouth," 
Anita said, "A glass of whisky will be fine."

"Anita, you are too young to drink whisky," Amita said, "Kris, a coke for her too." 

"Like hell I am too young. I am old enough to lose my cherry but too young to 
drink alcohol," Anita said laughing cynically. 

"This is not fair. It was your own decision to lose your virginity," I said. 

"All right, then let this also be my decision," Anita shot back. 

Then the sisters argued and shouted at each other. Amita cried but it had no 
effect on Anita. 

After ten minutes Amita said wiping her tears, "Kris, I don't care. Let her get 
drunk if she wants to."  

"Okay, a whisky soda for the young lady," Kris said cheerfully. 

"Kris, make sure that the color of all your, Saheb's and my drink is the same," 
Anita said. 

"She is clever," I thought smiling, "She doesn't miss a trick."

After drinks we had dinner. After dinner we talked. Half an hour later, Anita 
announced yawning, that she was tired and marched off to bed. 

"Kris, please help me carry these packages to our room," Amita said. 

"Sure," Kris said, "Saheb, I'll be right back." 

I waited for half an hour but Kris did not return. I was feeling tired also. I went to 
my room and after changing got into bed. Just then Kris walked in. 

"Where have you been?" I asked. 

"After I had carried the packages to their room Amita thanked me twice with her 
choot for taking them shopping," Kris grinned. 

"Lucky fellow and what was Anita doing? Watching you guys fuck," I laughed. 

"Yes and fingering herself," Kris chuckled. 

Then suddenly becoming serious, he said, "Saheb, how is your story coming 
along? I had a hell of a time to persuade Anita from putting her finger inside her 
choot. She has given me forty eight hours to get rid of her cherry otherwise she 
will take things in her hands." 

"I've the outline of a story ready," I said, "but Selma's virgin ass hole is posing a 
problem." 

"What has Selma's gaand (asshole) got to do with the deflowering of Anita," Kris 
asked. 

"I want to take her ass hole cherry and thought if we could weave it in the story in 
a disguised way then we might be able to fool her," I said, "but I can't figure out 
how to do it."  

"Forget it you'll never succeed. Believe me we have tried everything," Kris 
laughed, "Tell me your story." 

I told him the outline of the story I had in mind. "I see you have used all five 
ladies in it," Kris chuckled. 

"This is my suggestion. I won't mind if you use your scissors," I said. 

"No, no," Kris said hastily, "It's quite good. I'll give it to the script writer in the 
morning."  

Next morning at breakfast Kris said, "Anita, soon you won't be a virgin. Happy?" 

"How soon?" Anita asked. 

"The script writer requires this time and then the shooting," Kris said. 

"Please hurry, I can't fuck because of this damned virginity," Anita said.

"I'm doing my best in the meanwhile please look after your cherry," Kris laughed. 

I fucked Amita and other girls who visited us from time to time. Kris joined us 
whenever he found time. Poor Anita had to be satisfied with fingering herself and 
grinding her teeth. 

When the script was ready Kris called a pre-launch meeting of all concerned. In 
the meeting the three ladies, Meera, Selma and Mary, whom I already knew, and 
Amita, Anita and Kris were present. In addition to us a young girl, Madhu, and a 
young man named Ali were also present. 

Madhu was around eighteen, short, slightly plump and very fair. She had a very 
winsome smile and boobs bigger than Selma's. She was dressed in a light green 
colored salwar kameez. Later Kris told me that Madhu was working for them for 
the last two years. She was six months pregnant when she had come to them. 
Her lover had abandoned her when she became pregnant and later her parents 
turned her out of the house. Her landlady looked after her two-year-old son 
whenever she is working. 

Ali was a tall slim man in his late twenties. He was very intelligent with a master's 
degree. He couldn't get a good job and was working as a clerk. His parents were 
old and lived in the village. He being the only child had to support them. With his 
pay he could barely make both ends meet. To supplement his wages he worked 
as a waiter in a bar frequented by Kris. Kris met him there and liked him. He 
recruited him as a technician a year ago. Within a fortnight he had mastered the 
technical aspects of filmmaking. Occasionally, Kris gave him roles to augment his 
earnings. 

"All right guys, we are going to shoot a film," Kris said calling the meeting to 
order, "Take a copy of the script from me and study it. We'll meet again in an 
hour." 

After an hour we met again. "Is everything clear?" Kris asked. 

Everyone nodded but Meera said, "Kris, let me go through the characters with 
you once so that there is no mistake." 

"Okay, everyone please pay attention," Kris said. 

"It is a story of a rich playboy, Mr. Singh, and his women. Saheb is, Mr. Singh, a 
rich bachelor, in his mid thirties. Ali is Josef, his cook, also in his mid thirties. I am 
Miriam, Josef's wife, around thirty. Selma plays the role of the dhobin 
(laundrywoman). In one scene she is fifteen and in others she is as old as me i.e. 
thirty. Mary is the sixteen-year-old daughter of Josef and Miriam. Amita plays 
Mary's role when she was thirteen and you will play the role of the dhobi 
(laundryman). Lastly Anita will play the role of laundrywoman's thirteen-year-old 
daughter. Right?" 

"Right, but on second thought, I think it'll be better if Ali plays the role of the 
laundryman and we drop Josef's role. It is very small. We can cover it in 
conversation without any action," Kris said and laughingly added, "Ali, you 
wouldn't mind 'deflowering' Selma would you?" 

"Of course not, it'll be my pleasure," Ali said grinning at Selma. 

Selma blushed. I thought that Selma had a soft corner for Ali. 

The next day when we were ready to shoot it was three p.m. Kris said, "All right 
guys, you all know what to do. If you make a mistake continue until I say cut. 
Remember that the script is only a guideline, improvise if you can."  

"Okay," all said in a chorus. 

"Everyone go to your places. Ali you take over the close up camera. I want close 
ups of Amita's and Anita's choot," Kris said.  

"READY! ACTION!" Kris shouted.

SCENE 1: 

Mr. Singh and his maid Mary are in bed. 
Time: 10 p.m. 
Place: Mr. Singh's bedroom. 

Mr. Singh is reading a book in bed dressed in pajama bottoms only. Mary is 
naked and cuddled up to Mr. Singh. 

"Master," Mary said. 

"Yes, Mary," Mr. Singh said lowering my book. 

"You had instructed me to find a new laundryman," she said. 

"Have you found one yet?" he asked. 

"Today a washerwoman came. She seemed all right but she was asking for more 
money than we are paying our present laundryman," Mary said. 

"I don't mind paying more as long as she washes the clothes properly and 
delivers them in time," he said. 

"That she promises to do," Mary said, "Master, I'll feel more comfortable if you 
would interview her."  

"I don't have the time," he said squeezing her tits, "You are doing fine." 

For few minutes there was silence. 

"Master," Mary said. 

"What is the matter now?" he asked lowering my book. 

"Meri choot main bahut khujli ho rahi hai (My cunt is itching very badly)," she said 
pouting her lips. 

"Really! Why don't you scratch it?" he said, "On second thought lie near me and 
I'll scratch it for you." 

Mr. Singh held the book in his left hand and continued to read while scratching 
Mary's cunt with his right hand. 

"Kya kar rahe hain aap? Mujhe chodo na (What are you doing? Please fuck me)," 
Mary said getting irritated and snatching the book chucked it in the corner. 

"Why didn't you say so in the first place that you wanted me to fuck you," he 
laughed, taking her in his arms and kissing her while caressing her choot. 

"Oh master," she moaned, pushing her hand inside his pajama bottoms and 
puling out his cock standing in all its glory. 

"OH MY GOD!" Madhu exclaimed loudly, "YEH LUND HAI YA KI EK 
KHATARNAK HATHIYAR? (IS THIS A COCK OR A DANGEROUS WEAPON?)" 

"CUT," Kris shouted. All the other girls laughed. 

"Good heavens, I should have known that Madhu will interrupt the shooting," Kris 
said clasping his head in his hands.

"Sorry, Kris, the size of Saheb's cock took me by surprise," Madhu said 
apologetically, "Just one thing more and then I won't interrupt again." 

"No, let's get the whole thing over in one shot," Kris said, "Seeing this huge cock 
your choot has started leaking. Am I right?" 

"Yes, how did you know?" Madhu giggled. 

"Your choot wants a taste of this monster cock," Kris said, ignoring her reply. 

"Of course, so would the other girls present here. Right girls?" Madhu said. 

"Quiet everyone, I'll answer her. Madhu, the answer is yes. They have not only 
seen Saheb's cock before but fucked it also. I am sure Saheb will love to plug 
your leaking choot also at the first opportunity he gets. Right Saheb?" Kris 
chuckled. 

"I'd love to fuck all her three orifices," I replied. 

"That's decided. Can we proceed now?" Kris said sarcastically. 

"Saheb, I'll hold you to your promise," Madhu said, "Oh sorry, yes, we can 
proceed." 

I laughed.

"These women! They must have the last word," Kris said, "READY 
GUYS...ACTION."

Scene 1: Take 2.

"Oh master," Mary moaned, pushing her hand inside his pajama bottoms and 
pulling out my cock standing in all its glory. 

For a few minutes they continued to kiss while he finger fucked her and she 
moved the foreskin of his cock up and down. Then pushing down his pajama 
bottoms he climbed on top of her. She spread her legs wider. 

"AAAHHH," she sighed as his cock entered her choot. 

He fucked her with long strokes. He kept varying the speed and the length of his 
strokes. 

"OH MASTER, IT FEELS LOVELY," Mary moaned putting her around him and 
pressing his body to hers. 

Without missing a beat he continued to move his cock in and out of her choot. 
Soon Mary's bottom started to heave and fall in rhythm of his strokes. He 
increased the speed of his strokes. His orgasm was approaching. 

"YESSS MASTER FUCK ME HARDER. Y...HES Y...HES FASTER I'M ABOUT 
TO CUM," she shouted pushing hard from below. 

He was on short strokes now and banged his cock into her cunt. Suddenly her 
body arched and she threw back her head. 

"OH OHHHHH DON'T STOPP. Y...HES GO ON. FEW STROKES MORE. OH 
OHHH I AMMM CCOOOMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG," she screamed and 
fell back gasping for breath. 

Just then Mr. Singh pushed his cock deep into her choot and started to fill it with 
his cum. 

Their lips met in a long kiss. When the kiss broke he rolled of her. "Oh master, it 
was heavenly," Mary moaned. 

"It was wonderful for me too, my pet," he said kissing her. Then she lay with her 
head on his chest and fell off to sleep.

"CUT," Kris shouted. 

Mary and I got up and wore our dressing gowns. "That was good. Mary, go wear 
your clothes for the next scene," Kris said, "Selma, are you ready?" 

"Yes, I am," Selma replied.

"Mr. Sahebji, I was so jealous of Mary when you were fucking her," Madhu said. 

Before I could reply, Meera said, "Madhu, don't you think you should be on first 
name basis with a man whom you want to fuck you silly in all your holes at the 
first opportunity."

"Madhu, please call me Saheb," I said. 

"Thanks," Madhu said, "and coming to the point; Saheb, when will you fuck me?" 

"Maybe after the shooting is over," I said. 

"My wet choot will be eagerly waiting to greet your monster lund (cock)," Madhu 
said.

"READY! ACTION," Kris shouted. 

SCENE 2: 

Mary and Selma, a washerwoman, are talking. 
Time: Afternoon. 
Place: Foyer of Mr. Singh's house.

"Master has agreed to give you a try," Mary said, "but you'll have to adjust your 
rates a bit. You are very expensive." 

"Sorry, these are my rates but I guarantee full satisfaction," Selma said, "You can 
ask any of my references." 

"Master is very particular about his clothes," Mary said. 

"Give me a trial and see how I wash the clothes," Selma said smugly.

"All right, we'll try you," Mary said interrupting her, "Come tomorrow I'll keep the 
clothes ready for you wash." 

"CUT," Kris said. 

"You two are also in the next scene. I suggest you change your clothes," Kris 
said, "while the rest of us take a cigarette break."

Mary and Selma took about twenty minutes to change. 

"You took your time, didn't you?" Kris asked sarcastically. 

"Daaarrrling Krriss, we made our choots beautiful also," Mary said coyly, "you 
want to see it?" 

"Not now, maybe later," Kris laughed, "Are you ready for the next scene?" 

"Yes Mr. Slave Driver," both replied together, saluting and clicking their heels.

"On your places...READY! ACTION," Kris said.

SCENE 3: 

Two months have passed. Mary and Selma have become intimate 
friends. They are relaxing over a cup of tea after finishing their work. 
Time: Late afternoon. 
Place: Mr. Singh's kitchen. 

"Mary, how old are you?" Selma asks. 

"Nearly sixteen," Mary replies.   

"Sixteen is a very awkward age," Selma giggled. 

"Awkward, in what way?" Mary said. 

"At sixteen the choot wants a cock but is also afraid of it because it can make it 
pregnant," Selma giggled. 

"Not necessarily," Mary said, "With so many anti pregnancy pills in the market 
any choot can enjoy a cock without getting pregnant."

"For a nearly sixteen year old you know a lot about anti pregnancy pills," Selma 
said smiling knowingly. 

"It is common knowledge," Mary said blushing.

"Not so common as you think. Achcha...isska matlab hai ki tu yeh pills leti 
hai...kyon leti hai?....Kyonki tujhe koyi chodeta hai (I see...it means that you 
take these pills...Why do you take them?....Because somebody is fucking you)," 
Selma said smiling. 

"No, no you are mistaken. Mujhe koyi nahin chodeta (No one fucks me)," Mary 
protested.  

"Don't lie! Tell me who is it?" Selma said, "Does your master know?" 

"Master...o...of c...course not," Mary said, avoiding to look Selma in the eye. 

"Hai Allah! Lagta hai tere malik hee tujhe chod rahe hain (My God! It seems that 
it is your master who is fucking you)," Selma said. 

"N...N...No," Mary stuttered looking confused. 

"You are a poor liar," Selma laughed, "When did he rape you?" 

"He did not rape me," Mary said quickly, "I surrendered my choot willingly."

"So your master is fucking you," Selma laughed, "How old were you when he 
deflowered you?" 

"Thirteen," Mary whispered. 

"Really! Tell me how it happened," Selma said settling down more comfortably. 

"There is nothing to tell," Mary said. 

"Of course there is lot to tell. How did he seduce you? Did he tempt you with 
money or…?" Selma said pouring another cup of tea, "Listen we are friends. It is 
quite natural to confide in each other." 

"It...It just happened," Mary said blushing. 

"It just doesn't happen. How did he go about it," Selma said, "Please tell me in 
detail. I am very curious." 

"Theek hai, phir tujhe bhi mujhe batana pardega ki tune kiss kiss se chudwaya 
hai (Alright, then you'll also have to tell me who all have fucked you)," Mary said.

"Okay, Oh I'm so excited," Selma said.

"I was born and brought up in this house. Both my parents worked here. Josef, 
my papa, was the cook and Miriam, my mommy, the maid. I don't remember 
much of my childhood," Mary said with tears in her eyes, "except that my mommy 
died when I was six." 

"I am sorry to hear that," Selma said.

"I think I'll come straight to the point. One evening, when I was thirteen, master 
returned home around seven in the evening. As per his routine he had a shower, 
changed into comfortable clothes and came into the sitting room." 

"CUT," Kris said. 

"Amita, in the next scene you'll be Mary when she was thirteen," Kris said. 

Amita nodded.

"This scene is a flashback. In this scene Amita loses her 'cherry'. Meera have 
you inserted the tiny balloon filled with 'blood' in Amita's choot," Kris said. 

"Yes sir, I have. She can lose her 'cherry' anytime," Meera giggled. 

"Saheb, remember to display her choot immediately after you have 'deflowered' 
her. Madhu will do the rest," Kris said, "Take your places." 

Amita joined me before the camera.

"READY….ACTION," Kris shouted. 

SCENE 4: 

Mary continues her story in a flashback. Mr. Singh is dressed in kurta 
pajama, and Mary is wearing a body hugging blouse and a short skirt. 
Time: 8 p.m. three years ago. 
Place: Mr. Singh's sitting room. 

"Mary, ask Josef to serve the drinks," he said sitting down. 

"I'll fetch them. The tray with drinks is ready," Mary said and few minutes later 
carried a tray with drinks into the sitting room. 

"Where is Josef?" master asked. 

"H…He is not well. He is sleeping," I said pouring out the drink. 

"He is most probably dead drunk," master chuckled taking a sip. 

"Mary, what is your age?" master asked. 

"Don't you remember, I celebrated my thirteenth birthday last month," I replied 
pouting impishly. 

"Oh yes, now I remember," he said, "Mary, come here." 

He then sat me on his lap and between sips kissed and sucked my lips. This was 
nothing new. He did this very often. 

"Mary, you're looking very pretty today," he said putting his hand inside my 
blouse and squeezing my perky thirteen-year-old titties. 

"Thank you," I said blushing. 

I didn't protest because he had put his hand inside my blouse several times 
before. Then he undid the buttons of my blouse and kissed and sucked my small 
boobies. This was the first time that master had done this. 

"Oh master, what are you doing?" I moaned. 

"Don't you like it?" he asked. 

"Yes, but..." I managed to say before he interrupted me, "Then let me." 

For the next ten minutes he kneaded my titties, kissed and sucked my hard erect 
nipples. 

"Please stop," I giggled, "It tickles." 

"Where does it tickle?" master laughed. 

"I won't tell you," I giggled blushing. 

"Does it tickle here?" he asked pressing my boobs. I shook my head giggling. 

"Here," he asked caressing my stomach. 

"No," I giggled. 

"Does it tickle here?" he asked, placing his hand on my choot from outside the 
skirt I was wearing and rubbing lightly.

I nodded vigorously and hid my face in his chest. 

"Let me see what I can do about it," he said pushing his hand under my skirt and 
palming my choot. 

My choot was completely bald. No hair had yet grown on it. "Oh master, please 
don't touch my choot," I begged. 

"Let me, my dear," he said running his finger in between my cunt slit, "you'll like 
it." 

I shut my eyes and let his hand and fingers have unhindered possession of my 
choot. He kissed and sucked my lips and my boobies while rubbing my choot and 
squeezing my small hard clit. 

"Oh master, it feels very nice," I moaned, as my choot became dripping wet. 

He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom and laying me down on the bed 
started to take off my blouse. 

"Master, why are you undressing me?" I asked. 

"Mary, aaj main tujhe chodunga (Mary, I am going to fuck you today)," he said. 

I didn't know much about fucking but I knew three things namely that it hurt very 
much when a cock goes into the choot for the first time, then it felt very nice and 
then one gets pregnant. I was prepared to bear the pain to experience the 
pleasure but I was scared to get pregnant. 

"Please don't," I said, "what will I do if something happens?" 

"You don't worry. I am there. I'll look after you," master replied. 

His reply gave me confidence and I let him undress me. Soon master was gazing 
at my naked body. I found it so embarrassing that I put my left arm across my 
boobs and covered my choot with my right hand hiding them from his gaze.

"Mary, let me see your beautiful tits and choot," he said. 

"No, it is very embarrassing," I said, shaking my head vigorously. 

"Please darling, remove your hands," he pleaded. 

"If you want me to remove my hands then you'll have to switch off the lights," I 
said. 

"But then it'll become dark and I'll not be able to admire your beautiful choot," he 
said. 

"Agar mujhe chodena chahate ho tau batti bujhani pardegi (That is the only way 
you'll get to fuck me)," I said. 

"Alright, you win," he said switching off the lights. 

It became dark. I could hardly see him. I heard the rustle of clothes. He was 
undressing. After undressing he lay down next to me on the bed and taking me in 
his arms kissed me and ran his fingers though my lower lips. 

"Oh master," I moaned. 

Few minutes later he, switching on the lights, pushed me on my back and getting 
on top of me started to rub his cock in between my lower lips. 

"EEEEKK, SWITCH OFF THE LIGHTS," I screamed. 

"Let them be," he said pressing my small hard clit with his cock head, "I promise 
not to look." 

It felt so good that I forgot about the lights. Soon my choot began to leak. 
"Oh master, it feels sooo good," I moaned. 

Then he took my legs and placed them on his shoulder. Then placing his burning 
cock on the entrance of my choot gently pressed it inside my cunt. 

"OWWWA," I screamed as his cock, painfully stretching the mouth of my choot, 
slid inside till my hymen stopped any further progress. 

He thrust in and out of me with quick shallow motion. I believed the worst was 
over and relaxed to savor the pleasure that I was feeling. Suddenly he pushed 
forward.

"AAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEE," I screamed as his cock entered my fuck 
tunnel, tearing my hymen along the way, and lodged itself deep inside my tight 
choot. 

Master, oblivious to my pain, started the fuck motion. "MASTER, PLEASE TAKE 
OUT YOUR COCK," I begged him. 

"What is the matter?" he asked without stopping. 

"MASTER, IT IS HURTING," I said. 

"It'll be soon alright," he replied continuing to pump my choot. 

"MASTER, PLEASE," I said and started to cry. 

"Alright, for just a minute, then I'll fuck you," he said withdrawing his cock from 
my choot. 

"Let me look. You keep your legs up," he said.  

After a while, he said, "You are not hurt. Only your choot is bleeding, which is 
normal. Does it still hurt?" 

"Not as much as before," I replied truthfully. 

Then he got between my legs. 

"OWWWA," I screamed as he rammed his cock inside my choot. His cock was 
buried so deep inside me that I felt his pubic hair tickling my hairless cunt. Then 
he started to fuck me with slow long strokes. 

His every stroke was painful to me as it rubbed against the edges of my torn 
virginity. He continued the in and out motion. I lay under him staring at the ceiling 
and sobbing quietly. 

He kept pumping my choot with slow strokes. His balls slapped lewdly against 
my ass.

"Mary, your choot is deliciously tight," he said quickening his strokes. His strokes 
became faster. 

"Mary, I think I won't last very long as I feel my seed rising already," he said as 
he continued to hump me with hard and fast strokes. His breath became short 
and his strokes short and hard. 

Suddenly with a loud grunt he pushed his shaft deep into me and started to fill 
my choot with his cum. Then he fell on me gasping for breath. 

"Oh Mary, it was wonderful. I have never fucked a choot as tight as yours," he 
gasped, "Did you also enjoy yourself?"

"No, it hurt," I said truthfully. 

"Tujhe mazaa aayega jab main tujhe dobaara chodunga (You'll enjoy yourself 
when I fuck you again)," he said moving slowly to avoid becoming completely 
limp. I couldn't feel his hardness inside me anymore. 

"Please master, get off me," I begged, "you are very heavy."  

"Not yet, my dear," he said, "Main tujhe ek baar aur chodunga (I'm going to fuck 
you once again)." 

Then for the next five minutes he continued to move slowly and lay on me kissing 
and sucking my lips. Suddenly I felt his cock stiffening inside me. 

"No...No more...master, please," I whimpered.

"It'll be okay, Mary. I promise," he said kissing me lightly and started to fuck me 
with slow long strokes. 

I lay motionless under him. I had resigned myself to another painful experience. 
He pulled his cock out till only his swollen phallus remained inside and then he 
thrust the whole of his lund (cock) inside my choot again. Sometimes he would 
fuck me like this and some times with short crisp strokes. I don't know for how 
long this went on as I had lost track of time.

Suddenly the pain was replaced by a good feeling in my choot. A feeling I had 
never felt before.

I closed her eyes to live this new feeling more completely. It was very pleasant. It 
kept increasing with every in and out stroke of his cock. Suddenly there was a 
sense of urgency in me. I wanted this pleasure to increase further. 

"OH MASTER, FUCK ME FASTER. Y...HESS FASTER AND HARDER," I 
shouted urging him on. 

"Chudai achchi lag rahi hai (You seem to like fucking)," he said smiling and 
continued to move his cock in and out of my fuck tube. 

"YES, YES VERY MUCH," I panted. 

The intensity of my feelings was about to reach its peak. I raised her bottoms 
again and again to meet his downward stroke only to be pushed back as he 
smacked into me. 

My breath came in gasps. I was panting and moaning loudly. 

Suddenly something gave way inside my choot. 

"OHHHH MASSSTTTTTEEERRRRRRRRR," I screamed, as I felt my first 
orgasm ever, break inside my choot, and fell back on the bed gasping for breath. 
I had never felt so much pleasure before in my life. 

He kissed me without missing a stroke. Master continued to fuck me with steady 
strokes. I just lay under him with her eyes closed, panting and moaning, enjoying 
this new pleasure I had just felt. 

Master kept pumping his cock in and out of my cunt.

Soon the good feeling started to increase again. My body trembled against his 
body. I started to hump my hips upward, wanting to feel Master's cock deeper 
and deeper into my aroused, newly opened fuck hole. 

I felt my pleasure increasing as master's cock slid in and out my choot. I 
instinctively spread her thighs wide, and brought my knees up driving master's 
cock head deeper into my cunt.

"OH MASTER, AUR CHODO OHH BAHUT MAZAA AA RAHA HAI (OH 
MASTER, FUCK ME HARDER IT FEELS HEAVENLY)," I screamed clasping his 
hips with my legs.

Master fucked me more and more furiously. 

"OH MASTER, DONNNN'T STOPPPPP. I AMMM ABOUT TO CUM," I 
screamed. 

Master's strokes became harder and shorter. I was approaching my orgasm. 
Suddenly my body ached. 

"OH JEESSSUSSS, I AAAMMMMMM CCUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG," I 
yelled and fell back panting. 

He continued to pound my choot with short and hard strokes. Few strokes later, 
with a loud grunt, he pushed his cock deep inside my choot and I felt jets of a 
warm liquid being squirted into my cunt. 

After he had emptied his balls in my cunt he rolled off me. I embraced him and 
kissing him and kissing him wildly all over his face, said, "Oh master, it was 
wonderful." 

"I am glad that you enjoyed your first fuck," he panted. 

"Oh yes, it was heavenly," I said cuddling up to him. 

Few minutes later I saw that master lay with his eyes closed. I laid my head on 
his chest and fell asleep. I don't remember how long I slept. I woke up when 
master tried to extricate himself from my embrace. 

"Mmmm," I said yawning. 

"Sorry to wake you but I have to go to the bathroom," master said, " 

When he returned I saw his limp cock hanging between his legs. 

"Oh master, is this is the wonderful cock that gave me so much pleasure?" I said 
staring at it. 

"Yes, it is," he chuckled. 

"Master, please fuck me again," I said. 

"I will, but let me get hard again," he said. 

"Then get hard quickly," I said pouting, "my choot is itching already." 

"Okay, then take my cock in your hand and kiss it," he said. I took his cock in my 
hand. It filled up but did not get hard. 

"Oh master, look it is getting bigger," I said scratching my choot. 

"It'll get hard sooner if you take it in your mouth and suck on it," he suggested. I 
hesitated. 

"Go on do it," he coaxed. 

I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it. It started to grow big. I was so 
surprised that I let go of it with a scream. It grew and grew till it stood in its full 
glory. Nonplussed I stared at it for few seconds. 

"W...W...What is this big thing?" I exclaimed. 

"Mera laurda hai (It is my cock)," he replied. 

"Y...Y...You mean this big cock went inside my tiny cunt," I said. 

"Of course, it is the only cock I have," he laughed. 

"I don't believe it," I said. 

"Come here and I'll prove it to you," he said. 

"No, I won't let you," I said, "I am scared that it will do me harm." 

"Alright, you get on top of me and sit on it," he suggested, "If you feel pain then 
you can stop." 

I still thought it was not possible but his suggestion that I impale my choot on his 
standing rod was better than lying under him and be at the mercy of his raging 
cock. I squatted over his erection and slowly lowered my body. First his cock 
head entered then the whole of it slid inside my slippery choot. 

"See how easy it was," master said. 

"Oh master, I am so happy," I laughed jumping up and down on his hard cock 
several times. 

"CUT," Kris shouted, "Guys, take five. Amita and Saheb, you can both dress 
now." 

I saw Madhu make a beeline for Amita. I joined them. "Hello, I am Madhu," 
Madhu said introducing herself. 

"I am Amita," Amita reciprocated. 

"Congratulations, Amita, you were wonderful and very brave to take Saheb's 
huge cock in your young choot," Madhu said, "I would have been mortally 
scared." 

"I was very scared when he deflowered me a few days ago but not today," Amita 
replied grinning at me. 

"WHAT! You let him put that monster in your tiny virgin choot," Madhu said. 

"I had to. Otherwise Kris was not prepared to give me a role," Amita said with 
tears welling up in her eyes, "Madhu, it was terrible." 

"I'll give that barbarian a piece of my mind," Madhu said stomping purposefully 
towards where Kris was discussing the next scene with Meera and Selma. 

"Madhu, wait, she is joking," I said. 

"You will say that. What if she had died?" Madhu said, "You had your fun shoving 
that monster cock up a thirteen year old cunt." 

"Madhu, she is not thirteen but twenty," I said laughing. Madhu looked at Amita. 

"Yes and my sister is eighteen years old," she said laughing. 

Madhu realized that Amita was joking. "You are a naughty girl," Madhu said 
laughing also. 

"OKAY GUYS, BACK TO BUSINESS," Kris said, "Is everyone ready?" 

We all nodded. 

SCENE 5: 

Mary and Selma are discussing their love life over a cup of tea. 
Time: Late afternoon. 
Place: Mr. Singh's kitchen.

"This how I lost my virginity," Mary said.

"Mary is master's cock really very big," Selma asked. 

"To me it looked huge but then that is the only cock I have seen," Mary giggled. 

"Of course, to a thirteen year old all cocks would seem huge," Selma tittered, 
"What happened then?" 

"That night master fucked me two more times and during this time I must have 
cum a dozen times or more. I was so tired that I fell asleep naked," Mary said 
continuing her story. 

"Next thing I knew was that something was poking me in ribs. I opened my eyes 
and saw my father staring angrily at me. I was horrified to see him. I had clean 
forgotten that he would serve master his bed tea. 

"Oh papa," I said jumping to my feet and covering my choot with my hands.

"You whore, it is too late to cover your choot now. You should have covered it 
before master stuck his cock into it," my father said staring at the spot I had 
vacated. 

I followed his gaze. The bed sheet was in a mess. It was covered with blood of 
my shattered virginity and dried spots of master's and my cum. 

"You are a slut," my father said shaking his head.

"You only told me to obey him and let him do what he wanted," I said starting to 
cry. 

"Yes I told you that but I had not thought that you'll let him fuck you at your tender 
age," he said. 

"Papa, I am sorry. I won't do it again," I said. 

Just then master opened his eyes and said, "Josef, have you brought tea?"

"Yes master," my father said and turning to me, added, in a menacing whisper, 
"Go to your room. I'll deal with you later." 

I picked up my blouse and skirt and ran out of the room. Once outside I stopped. 
I was curious as to what master would say when papa accused him of popping 
my cherry. The door was ajar. I peeped in and listened. 

I saw my father handing a steaming cup of tea to master and say, "So you have 
deflowered Mary." 

"Oh yes but you don't have to worry about Mary any more," master said, taking a 
sip, "From now on I'll look after her." 

"Sure you will but we'll discuss that later," papa said, "My plan did work perfectly. 
Don't you agree?" 

"What plan?" master asked bewildered. 

"Plan to get Mary deflowered by you," papa said. 

"Why would you want me to take the virginity of your daughter?" master asked. 

"She is not my daughter but yours," papa gloated, "How did it feel to stick your 
cock inside the choot of your own daughter?" 

"Josef, you are mad," master said quietly, "she can't be my daughter." 

"Do you deny that you were fucking my late wife, Miriam," papa asked 
accusingly. 

"Of course not," master said. 

"I rest my case," papa said complacently. 

"You idiot, I fucked Miriam for the first time when Mary was three years old," 
master said. 

"You lie," papa said pointing at him. 

"Why should I lie?" master said, "Think about it." 

"She is not your daughter then whose child is she?" papa said more to himself 
than to master. 

"You stupid man, you are her father," master said, "Once Miriam told to me that 
except you and me no other man had fucked her and I believe her."

"Maine usse kabhie begair condom ke nahin choda tha (But I never fucked her 
without protection)," papa said. 

"Zaroor choda hoga. Yaad karo (You must have definitely fucked her. Try and 
remember)," master said, "Maybe you were so drunk that you don't remember."

"I recall faintly asking her as to how she got pregnant. She said that I had 
fucked her twice that month without condom. I asked as to why she had not 
stopped me. She said that I was drunk and would not listen. I did not believe 
her. I thought she was trying to palm off your baby on me," papa said. 

"You see she was telling the truth," master said.

"Oh Miriam, I was so unfair to you. I did not appreciate you and treated you like 
dirt," papa said covering his face with his hands and getting down on his knees 
cried, "Oh Miriam, forgive me. Please forgive me." 

"Where is Mary?" master asked when papa had calmed down. 

"I sent her to her room, master," papa replied politely. 

"Send her to me," master ordered. 

Hearing master's command I quickly went to my room. I was buttoning my blouse 
when papa came in. "There you are, my child," he said. 

"Y...Y...Yes papa," I stuttered. 

For the first time in my life I noticed tenderness in his tone. 

"No need to wear your clothes, master wants you," papa said. 

"Oh papa," I said embracing him. 

"Hurry child, he is waiting," he said with tears in his eyes. 

"Papa, I won't go. I want to stay with you," I said hugging him. 

"No child go to him and have fun," he said, "I want to be alone. I have lots to think 
about."  

Reluctantly I walked towards master's room. I was confused. Who was my father; 
papa or master? Under what circumstances did mommy sleep with master? 

"CUT," Kris shouted, "Girls, you were great. I appreciate your effort. Guys, it is 
dinnertime. Let's call it a day. We will continue tomorrow at 10 a.m. Is it 
convenient to all?" 

Everyone agreed. Kris went to the control room to check on today's shooting. We 
all relaxed in the large sitting room. 

"I could do with a drink," Meera said. 

"I could also do with a stiff one," Mary said. 

"A stiff drink or a stiff cock?" Selma giggled. We all laughed. 

"Goodnight fellows, I have to leave," Madhu said gathering her belongings. 

"Leaving already," Anita said, "I thought your choot was keen to taste Saheb's 
monster cock." 

"I wish I could stay," Madhu said, "Maybe tomorrow."  

"Anita, let her go. She has a small boy. He must be missing her," Amita said. 

"I think Ali and I will also make a move," Selma said. 

"I don't know about Mary but Selma has opted for a stiff cock," Meera giggled. 

Ali grinned putting his hand around Selma's waist. 

"Don't be silly, I am going straight home," Selma said blushing sweetly. 

"Bye, girls, bye Saheb," Ali said waving. 

"Have fun," I said. 

"We will, won't we, my dear," Ali said hugging Selma. 

"Naughty boy," Selma giggled slapping Ali playfully. 

After couple of drinks and then dinner we all dispersed. 

Next day we all assembled at ten sharp but by the time we were ready to shoot it 
was noon. 

"Selma, I hear you left with Ali to rehearse your scene," Kris chuckled. 

"KRIS," Selma said blushing. 

"Ali, how many times did you rehearse the scene," Mary giggled. 

"I hope you both know the movements...oh sorry I mean your lines by heart," 
Meera tittered. 

"Three times, I wanted to rehearse one more time but Selma said it is late and I 
should go home. Right, Selma!" Ali said grinning. 

"ALI, I HATE YOU," Selma yelled hiding her face with both her hands. 

"But I love you, my dear," Ali said throwing her a kiss.  

"Come on guys, to your places. READY! ACTION!" Kris said. 

SCENE 6: 

Mr. Singh is in his bedroom. Amita, as thirteen-year-old Mary, joins 
him. 
Place: Mr. Singh's bedroom. 
Time: Late afternoon. 

Mr. Singh is naked and sitting in bed, leaning against the bedstead. His cock is 
erect. Just then Mary walks in. 

"There you are, Mary," Mr. Singh said, "Look how impatiently my cock is waiting 
for your choot." 

"Oh my dear cock, my choot apologizes for keeping you waiting," Mary said, 
taking the standing cock in my hand and kissing it. 

"Mary, take my cock in your mouth and suck on it," he said. 

"Do you like it?" Mary asked. 

"Yes, Mary, very much," he replied. 

"But I have never sucked a cock before," Mary said. 

"There is nothing to it. Just suck and lick my cock till it cums. Only be careful 
about your teeth while sucking," master said. 

"You'll cum in my mouth?" Mary asked. 

"Yes, where else," Mr. Singh said. 

"What shall I do?" Mary asked.

"Swallow it," master said. 

"Okay, stop me if I make a mistake," Mary said. 

Then Mary took Mr. Singh's cock in both her hands and started to suck it 
greedily. 

"Am I doing all right?" Mary asked after few minutes. 

"Oh Mary, why have you stopped," Mr. Singh said, "Okay, I'll guide you. Just 
follow my instruction." 

Mary nodded and took Mr. Singh's cock again in her mouth.  

"Oh Mary, your mouth feels so good," he moaned, "Yes, take more of my cock in 
your mouth. Yes, that's right. A little more if you can. Your wet warm mouth feels 
sooo good. Suck yes suck harder. Squeeze my nuts. Ouch, gently, Mary, gently. 
Yes, that is the way. Move your head up and down. Yes, fuck your mouth with 
my cock. Bob your head up and down.

"MAARRYYY, it feeeels great. You are good. I am about to shoot my load. 
Y...hess Y...hess go on. Don't stop. OH I AMMM COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG,' 
Mr. Singh shouted and jettisoned his cum into Mary's mouth." 

Mary made a valiant effort to swallow Mr. Singh's cum but it came faster than she 
could swallow. Some of it leaked out from the side of her mouth and dripped 
down on her boobs. Mary continued to suck Mr. Singh's cock till it was 
completely soft. 

"How did you like it?" Mr. Singh chuckled.

'Mmmm, it is not bad. I liked it. Your cum is so thick and creamy," Mary panted 
picking up the leaked cum with her finger and guiding it into her mouth.  

She laid half on top of Mr. Singh with her head on his chest and half on the bed, 
playing with his flaccid cock. 

"Master, may I ask you something?" she said. "Anything," he replied. "You won't 
get angry," she asked. 

"No, why should I," he laughed. 

"Master, aap ne mommy ko kiss halat main choda tha? (Master, under which 
circumstances did you fuck mommy?)" she asked. 

"Tujhe yaad hai ki main teri mommy ko chodeta tha? (Do you remember that I 
used to fuck your mommy?)" he said. 

"No, I don't have any recollection but I heard you telling my papa that you were 
fucking her," she said. 

"So you were eavesdropping," he chuckled pulling Mary completely on top of him 
and slapping her bare bottoms lightly, "you naughty girl."

"Please master, tell me," Mary pleaded. 

"Okay, one afternoon I came home unexpectedly and I heard someone crying," 
Mr. Singh said starting his story. 

"CUT," Kris yelled, "Amita, you were very good. We'll continue after lunch." 

End of part 4.

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