A PORN STAR IS BORN (Part 6) By Sahebji First I would like to repeat the last few lines of part 5: "Selma, wait," Kris said, "listen to this before you go." Suddenly Selma's voice boomed in the room, "Ali, abhi nahin. Kal ki terah ghar pahunch ke saari raat chodna (Ali, not now. When we reach home then like yesterday you can fuck me all night)." "As you want," Ali said. "Don't tell them anything," Selma said. "Don't worry, I won't," Ali confirmed. Everyone laughed and Selma's face turned beetroot red. "KRIS, YOU BASTARD," Selma said throwing him an angry look. "Selma, I apologize. It was to demonstrate how sensitive our sound system is and to warn you all that everything you say is being recorded," Kris said, "Go home and fuck as much as you want but I want you fresh as a rose tomorrow morning." Next day we assembled at ten and were ready to shoot at eleven. Now for part 6: SCENE 14: Mr. Singh and Mary are talking. Place: Mr. Singh's bedroom. Time: Afternoon. "Mary, can you call the dhobin (laundry woman)? I feel like fucking her," Mr. Singh said. "I won't have to call her it is her day to deliver the clothes," Mary said. Just then the bell rang. "This must be Selma. Shall I send her to you?" Mary asked. "Yes, send her to my room," Mr. Singh replied. Five minutes later Mary accompanied by Selma entered Mr. Singh's bedroom. "You called me, sir," Selma said politely. "Yes, I find your work is not up to the mark," Mr. Singh said. "Sir, in what way" Selma said. "Look at the collars of these shirts. You have applied so much starch that they scratch the back of my neck," Mr. Singh said pointing to his shirts. "I'll wash them again and be careful in the future," Selma said. "Look at these bed sheets. They are practically stiff with starch. How do you expect one to sleep on them?" Mr. Singh said showing her the bed sheets. "I am very sorry. I'll wash them again," the laundry woman said humbly, "Is there any other complaint." "Yes, what are you going to do about this? Wash it again," Mr. Singh said displaying his erect cock. "No but if you permit me, sir, I'll take the starch out of it right now." Selma said, stroking Mr. Singh's cock lovingly. Mary giggled. "Yes that is what I want," Mr. Singh said. They undressed quickly and lay down on the bed. Mr. Singh kissed her and squeezed her large boobs. Then he ran his fingers through the lips of her shaven choot. "Oh sir," she said, "der mat karo aur apne visha laurde se mujhe jaldi se chodo (Don't delay and quickly fuck me with your huge cock)." "What is the hurry?" Mr. Singh said inserting his finger in her wet choot. "I have not felt a hard cock inside me for a long time," she moaned, "I don't want to waste another minute." "As you want," Mr. Singh said lifting her legs on to his shoulders and placing his cock on the mouth of her choot. "Babu, dhire se gusserdna. Aapka laurda bahut barda hai (Sir, shove it in gently. Your cock is very big)," Selma begged. Mr. Singh grinned and lunged forward. "OWWWA," Selma screamed as Mr. Singh's cock slid into her slippery choot till his pubic hair tickled her hairless choot. He started to fuck her with slow long measured strokes. He kept varying the speed and length of my strokes constantly. His cock massaged every inch of Selma's cuntal flesh as it moved in and out of her. "Oh sir, your cock feels sooo wonderful," she moaned starting to hump her hips upward. Soon her hips were moving in rhythm of my strokes. "Y...HESS SIR FUCK ME Y...HESSS HARDER. Y...HESS THAT IS WAY. DON'T SPARE MY CHOOT MAKE MINCE MEAT OUT OF IT. Y...HESSS FASTER AND HARDER," Selma screamed. Mr. Singh continued to pound her choot. The walls of Selma's choot gripped his cock in a vice like grip. He felt that her cunt was sucking on his cock and milking it. Suddenly she her body shuddered violently. Her body arched and throwing back her head shouted, "OH SIR, GO ON…DON'T STOP… I AM ABOUT TO CUM." Mr. Singh stopped the fuck movement and commenced to kiss and suck her lips. "Oh why have you stopped?" she groaned. Without a word Mr. Singh continued to kiss her. Their tongues met. They sucked each other's lips and tongue. Few minutes later Mr. Singh commenced the fuck motion again. Soon Selma was on the boil again. Mr. Singh stopped as soon as he perceived that she was about to come. "OH MY GOD HE HAS MMFfgh," she yelled. He sealed her lips with his before she could complete what she was saying. Few minutes later he started to fuck her again. He did this two more times. He started the fuck movement for the fifth time. Soon Selma was on the boil again. Her hips moved in rhythm of his strokes. Selma was desperate to cum. "PLEASE SIR, DON'T STOP. I AM NEARLY THERE. GO ON… I BEG OF YOU... DON'T STOP," she screamed. Mr. Singh's was also about to cum. He was fucking Selma with short hard strokes. Suddenly Selma threw back her head. Her body arched. "OH Y...HESSS Y...HESSS FEW STROKES MORE. OH OHHHH I AM COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG," she screamed and fell back gasping for breath. Few strokes later Mr. Singh also unloaded his cum in Selma's choot. "Oh sir, it was wonderful. My choot is still tingling," she moaned as Mr. Singh's cock became limp and he rolled off her. Immediately Mary licked his flabby cock clean. "Mary, I admire your courage for taking sir's big cock in your thirteen year old virgin choot," Selma said. "I had never seen a cock before and thought all cocks are as big," Mary giggled. "All cocks are not big," Selma said, "my husband's cock is nowhere as big as this monster." After sometime Mr. Singh was hard again and wanted to fuck Selma. "No now it Mary's turn," she said. Mr. Singh fucked Mary. As Mr. Singh rolled off her Selma taking his cock lovingly in her hand and licked it clean. "Why don't you two amuse yourselves together and I'll watch," Mr. Singh said, "later maybe I'll also join in." "You mean lick each other's choot?" Selma asked. "Yes," he replied. "No way, I am licking a choot," Selma said, "I am sure it tastes yucky." "You just tasted it when you licked my cock clean of Mary's cunt juices," Mr. Singh said. "You are right and Mary tasted my choot juices when she licked your cock clean after you hah finished fucking me," Selma said. "Did your choots taste yucky?" Mr. Singh asked. Both looked at each other. "It tasted good," they said together, "We'll give it a try." "Mary, you try first," Mr. Singh said. "Yes master," Mary said. Selma sat half leaning against the bedstead and spread her legs. Mary crouched between the open legs and started to eat Selma's pussy. "It isn't bad at all," Mary said after a few licks. "Go on then eat her choot properly," Mr. Singh said. Mary started to lick Selma's choot furiously. "Oh it feels sooo good," Selma moaned. Mr. Singh's cock got hard while watching the two girls enjoying themselves. He got behind Mary and inserted his cock in her choot from the rear. "Oh master," Mary moaned as Mr. Singh's cock entered her choot. Mary kept licking Selma's choot while Mr. Singh fucked her doggie style. After sometime Mr. Singh withdrew his cock from Mary's cunt and entered her asshole. "OWWWAA," she screamed as his cock entered her dry asshole. "What happened? Did my choot bite you?" Selma giggled. "No, my master changed holes," Mary said, "Ab woh meri gaand maar rahe hain (He is fucking me in my asshole now)." Mr. Singh fucked Mary from the rear changing holes at will. Mary sucked Selma's hard clit and pressed it between her lips. "OH MARY," Selma moaned. Mary releasing the clit made her way to Selma's choot hole. "AAGGHRR," Selma growled as Mary inserted her tongue in her choot and started to tongue fuck her. "Y...HES FASTER Y...HES SHOVE YOUR TONGUE DEEPER. YEAH THAT IS THE WAY. Y...HESSS OH Y...HESSS I AM ABOUT TO CUM. OH I AMMMM COMMMMIIIIIGGGGGGG," Selma yelled. Simultaneously Mary came and flooded her choot with cum and Mr. Singh jettisoned his cum into Mary's choot. After they had rested Mr. Singh said, "Selma, it now your turn to eat Mary's choot." Selma hesitated. "It is nice. You'll love it. Try it," Mary said licking her lips. "Okay, but don't fuck me in my asshole," Selma said. "When I fuck I fuck the choot and also the asshole)," Mr. Singh replied. "Main gaand nahin marwati (I'll don't let anyone fuck me in my asshole)," Selma said covering her puckered hole with her hand. "Master, she is telling the truth," Mary said, "She turned her husband out of the house on this issue." "Alright, if I promise not to fuck you in your asshole then it's okay?" Mr. Sing asked. "Yes then I don't mind eating Mary's pussy," Selma said. "Ok, I promise not to fuck you in your asshole," Mr. Singh said, "Mary, you lie down...that is fine. Selma, kneel between her legs and lick her pussy." Selma gave Mary's cunt a couple of tentative licks. "You were right. It tastes good," Selma said and started to lick Mary's cunt. Mr. Singh shoved his erect cock into her choot from the rear. They continued till all three of them paid their homage to the goddess of love. After a while they dressed. "Selma, I am pleased with you. You can go now. I'll tell Mary when I want you again," Mr. Singh said dismissing her. "Sir, my choot is at your service," Selma said while leaving. "I've your address. I'll call you soon," Mary said seeing Selma off. "CUT!" Kris yelled, "Good, very good guys. Selma you were especially good. Take a break. We'll take up the next scene after I've checked today's shoot." We all assembled in the hall for refreshments while Kris checked the tapes. Mary took me aside and whispered, "Saheb, you should have fucked Selma's virgin asshole when you had the chance." "I could have but the movie demanded that she licks your choot. Don't worry I'll fuck it at the next opportunity. You keep your eyes open also." "Sure, I will," she said winking at me. "Sorry folks, Mr. Rustom called. He wants me to do something urgently," Kris said, "It'll take time. We'll continue at five p.m. sharp." Most of the cast went home. "Madhu, wanna fuck?" I asked Madhu as she was leaving. "No, I want you when your cock fresh as a daisy and not tired after fucking four times," she said and left. We assembled at five. Kris was not back. We hung around till Kris arrived. "Sorry, I am late," Kris said, "Now for the next scene. Mary and Saheb you both know what to do?" We nodded. "Good," Kris said, "READY! ACTION!" SCENE 15: Mr. Singh returns home unexpectedly. Time: Lunch time. Place: Mr. Singh's bedroom. One day Mr. Singh came home unexpectedly at lunch time and yelled, "Mary, come to my room immediately." "Yes master," she panted tying her hair behind her head, "I was in my room making my hair." "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed," Mr. Singh said, "Aaj mujhe bahut masti chardi hai. Aaj main tujhe itna chodunga ki teri choot sooj jayegi (I am feeling very horny today. I'll fuck you till your cunt is sore)." "Master, my choot is bleeding," Mary said apologetically. "Maine jab tujhe kal raat to choda that au teri choot teekh thi (Your cunt was okay when I fucked you last night)." "It started in the morning only," Mary said, "I'll undress if you would still like to fuck me in my period." "No, it'll be very messy," Mr. Singh said, "Ab main kisse chodoon (Whom shall I fuck). Oh yes...Selma...Where will she be at this hour...Definitely at home. Mary, do you know where Selma lives?" "I have her address written down in my diary," Mary replied. "Good girl, take a cab and fetch her. Tell her it is urgent," Mr. Singh said, "in the meanwhile I'll take a cold shower and change into something more comfortable." "CUT," Kris said, "Well done both of you. Anita, at last your wait is over. You are going to lose your cherry in the next scene. Happy?" "Yes, very happy and very willing," Anita said laughing nervously. "Meera, look at her choot again. Still better shave it again. Slightest hint of hair growth will ruin the whole scene," Kris said, "Anita, go with Meera." "But I shaved my choot only yesterday," Anita pointed out. "Anita, please do as I say," Kris said stressing each word. "Meera, her boobs are bit too big for a thirteen year old. Give her a loose blouse to wear," Kris said. "I'll have to take off my blouse when Saheb deflowers me, right?" Anita asked. "Yes, what is your point?" Kris asked. "My point is that the audience will then see the size of my boobs then why try to hide them in a loose blouse," Anita said. "Good point but then the audience will be watching choot and the size of the tits will go unnoticed," Kris said. Meera and Anita disappeared to return twenty minutes later. Anita had changed into a loose blouse. "Everything is okay," Meera said. "Is everyone ready? Anita, are you ready?" Kris said. We all nodded. "Yes," Anita said nervously. "Louder Anita, I didn't hear you," Kris said. "I am ready," Anita said a little louder. "One more thing," Kris said, "Madhu, this is Anita. She had her eighteenth birthday few months back. Anita is a genuine virgin. In this scene Saheb is going to deflower her. Her choot hole is probably very small and that Saheb's cock will not kill her when it goes into her choot, understood?" "Yes but why are you telling me this?" Madhu asked perplexed. "So that you don't interrupt the shooting to tell me that Saheb's cock will kill Anita if it goes into her choot," Kris said sternly. "Don't worry. I won't interrupt," Madhu said laughing, "I've met Anita already and know that she is eighteen plus." "Thank you God for your little mercies," Kris said looking heavenwards, "Okay, take your places. READY! ACTION!" Scene 16: Mr. Singh, dressed in kurta pajama (an Indian dress worn in day and also night), is pacing up and down in his bedroom impatiently for Mary to return. Time: Around 2 p.m. Place: Mr. Singh's bedroom: Mary opens the door and enters with Anita, acting the roll of a thirteen-year-old daughter of Selma. The girl was dressed in a knee length skirt and a blouse couple of sizes too big for her. "There you are," Mr. Singh said, "Where is Selma?" "Selma was not at home so I brought her daughter," Mary said. "What use is she? Main isse nahin chod sakta. Yeh bahut choti hai (I can't fuck her. She is very young)," Mr. Singh said, "Mary, your cunt is bleeding and Selma is not available. Tu hee bata ab main kisse chodoon (You tell me whom shall I fuck)." "Aap ammi ko chodene ke liye bula rahe the (You were calling ammi (mummy) to fuck her)," the girl said. "Yes but she is not here," Mr. Singh said. "Agar ammi nahin hain tau aap mujhe kyon nahin chodete (If ammi (mummy) is not there then why don't you fuck me," the girl said eagerly. "You are too young," Mr. Singh said dismissing her suggestion. "I am old enough to be fucked," the girl said pouting. "Wait a minute," Mary said, "What is your exact age, girl?" "Thirteen years and one month," the girl said proudly. "Master, you fucked me for the first time when I was also thirteen year and one month old," Mary said, "So why not fuck her also." "Haan, babu, mujhe chodiye. Please mujhe chodiye (Yes, babu (sir), fuck me. Please fuck me)," the girl begged. "Okay," Mr. Singh said sitting on the bed, "Come here." The girl ran to Mr. Singh and he seated her on his lap. "What is your name, my dear?" he said. "Anita," the girl replied. "Tujhe maloom hai chudai kaisse karte hain (Do you know how fucking is done)," Mr. Singh asked kissing her. "Yes," she said softly. "Tell me," Mr. Singh said. The girl blushed and shook her head vigorously. "Agar tu nahin batayegi tau main tujhe nahin chodoonga (If you don't tell me then I won't fuck you)," Mr. Singh said sucking her lips. "Jab aadmi ka laurda ek lardi ki choot main gussta hai tau usse chudai kehete hain (When a man's cock enters the cunt of a girl then it is called fucking)," Anita said blushing beetroot red. "Really, who told you?" Mr. Singh asked putting his hand inside her blouse and gently squeezing her left tit. "My friend, Pushpa," she replied. "How old is she?" he asked undoing the buttons of her blouse. "She is one month older to me," she replied. "How does she know?" Mr. Singh asked gently squeezing her other boobs. "Usse maloom hai kyonki hamare pardosi, Jivalalji, usse ek mahine se chod rahe hai (She knows because Jivalalji, a neighbor, is fucking her since a month)," Anita replied. "It seems it is fashion now a days for a girl to lose her virginity when they are thirteen years and one month old," Mary tittered. "Oh babu," she moaned. "Pushpa ko chudai kaissi lagi? (Does Pushpa like fucking?)" Mr. Singh asked pinching her firm nipples. "OUCH! Oh she loves it," Anita said. "Phir tu ne Jivalalji se kyon nahin chudwaya (Then why didn't you let Jivalalji fuck you)," Mr. Singh asked sucking her hard nipples. "Main chahati thi. Maine Pushpa se kayi baar kaha ki mujhe saath le chal per woh mujhe taal ti rahti hai (Yes, I wanted to. I asked Pushpa many times to take me with her but she keeps making some excuse or the other)," she said. "Pagli woh Jivalalji ka laurda tere saath bantna nahin chahati hogi (Stupid girl, she probably did not want to share Jivalalji's cock with you)," Mary tittered. "Koyi baat nahin. Ab mere pas babu ka laurda ho jayaga (It doesn't matter. I'll have sir's cock now)," Anita giggled. "Anita, sit still. Don't squirm," Mr. Singh said continuing to suckle her boobies. "I can't help it. Meri gaand main kuch chubh raha hai (Something hard is poking me in my ass)," Anita said pouting. "Oh who, mera lund hai. Wohi tujhe chubh raha hoga. Zara teri choot dekhoon (Oh that. It is my cock. It must be poking you. Let me see your cunt now)," Mr. Singh said putting his hand under her skirt. Without a word she lifted her skirt. "Arre tu ne apni choot ke baalon ka kiya kara? (What have done with your cunt's hair?)" Mr. Singh asked, running his fingers through the crack of her cunt. "Kuch nahin. Woh abhi uge hee nahin (Nothing. They haven't grown yet)," she replied. "Oh babu, bahut achcha lag raha hai (Oh babu, it feels lovely)," Anita moaned as Mr. Singh rubbed her cunt and pressed her clit. "Rubbing your choot gives you so much pleasure then just wait till master fucks you," Mary giggled. "Mujhe chodo na. Main chahati hoon ki aap mujhe chodain (Fuck me. I want you to fuck me)," Anita said. "Theek hai, ab main tujhe chodunga (Okay, now I'll fuck you)," Mr. Singh said. "Yippee," Anita said jumping up and down and clapping her hands. "Stop jumping around and take off your clothes and lie down on the bed," Mr. Singh said. Anita undressed quickly and lay down on the bed. She looked beautiful lying naked, with her legs slightly apart, on the bed. Her face was flushed with excitement. A shy smile played on her lips. The hard erect nipples of her firm boobs were pointing towards the ceiling. Her cunt lips seemed as if they were stuck together and her swollen clit was peeping out from in between her cuntal lips. She watched Mr. Singh and Mary with half closed eyes. "Master, her choot is very pretty," Mary said, running her fingers in between Anita's slit. Mr. Singh stopped undressing to look at Anita's pretty choot. "Look, her choot hole is soooo small," Mary said lifting Anita's legs and displaying the choot hole. "CUT," Kris said, "Madhu, you got the shots or should Mary show her choot hole again?" "No, I got some good shots," Madhu replied. "Okay, let's continue. ACTION," Kris said. "If I recall correctly her hole is even smaller than your choot hole," Mr. Singh said. "I am sure you will enjoy making her hole as big as mine," Mary giggled. "Oh yes, fuck me and make my choot hole as big as didi's (elder sister)," Anita panted, 'is it all right if I call you didi?" Mary nodded. "Don't worry, I will," Mr. Singh said pushing down his boxers. Immediately his cock snapped to attention to see the delectable virgin choot waiting to be deflowered by it. "HAI ALLAH! (OH GOD!)" Anita exclaimed with eyes wide with surprise. "What happened?" Mary asked. "Didi, aapne babu ka laurda dekha? K...K...Kitna barda hai (Didi, have you seen babu's cock? I...I...It is so big)," Anita stuttered. "Foolish girl, bigger the cock more pleasure it'll give you," Mary replied. "Yeh meri choot ke nanhe se ched main kaisse gussega? (How will it enter the small hole of my cunt?)" Anita said trying to get up but Mary pushed her back. "Don't worry. It will enter your choot like a hot knife through butter," Mary giggled. "Didi, bahut dard hogi (Didi, it'll be very painful)," Anita said. "Yes, it'll pain a bit but imagine the pleasure you'll feel afterwards," Mary laughed. "Nahin didi yeh to meri choot ko phard dega (No didi, it will tear my cunt in shreds)," Anita said placing both her hands in front of her cunt to protect it, "maine nahin chudwana (I don't want to be fucked)." "I promise that no permanent harm will come to your choot," Mary said, "Now be a nice girl and remove your hands and spread your legs." Hesitatingly Anita removed her hands and spread her legs. Mr. Singh lay down next to her and embraced her. He kissed her lips and suckled her hard boobs and pointed nipples. Then Mr. Singh climbed over Anita and started to rub the head of his cock up and down in her slit. "Oh babu, it feels so nice," Anita moaned. He continued to rub his cock head between the lips of her slit. Occasionally he rotated it around her swollen clit and pressed it. "Oh it feels sooo good," Anita squealed. "Master's cock is nice, isn't it?" Mary giggled. "Oh yes, very nice," Anita moaned. Mr. Singh placed the glowing red head of his cock at the entrance of Anita's choot and gently pressed forward. "OOOWWWWAAA," Anita screamed as the cock head painfully stretching the entrance of her small choot hole slid in till it encountered her hymen. Mr. Singh did not break her hymen, as he normally would have done instead he moved his cock head slowly in and out. He continued to thrust in and out of her virgin cunt till Anita gasped, "Oh babu it feels soooo good." Her hips were moving in rhythm of his strokes. Her body arched upwards. Anita was about to have an orgasm. Mr. Singh decided to press in. "AAAYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE," the young lass screeched as her hymen, instead of breaking, stretched and wrapped itself around Mr. Singh's cock head. "What happened?" Mary asked. "It is hurting me," Anita groaned. Mr. Singh pulled back his cock and pushed it in and out in quick shallow motion. "Thank goodness, it is alright now," Anita muttered. Few strokes later Anita was on the boil again. Her hips started to move in the rhythm of the strokes. Again Mr. Singh tried to break her hymen and enter her virgin choot. "AAAAYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE," Anita screamed as her hymen stretched and wrapped around Mr. Singh's cock's head but didn't tear, "Babu, you are hurting me." Mr. Singh pulled back his cock again. "Does it hurt now?" Mary asked. "No, not any longer," Anita groaned. Mr. Singh kept thrusting his cock in and out of Anita's cunt till she gave vent to her pleasure. At this movement he took a firm grip of her and pulling back his cock lunged forward. "AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE," she screamed at the top of her voice, as Mr. Singh's cock tearing through her stubborn hymen lodged itself halfway inside her cunt. "HAI MERI CHOOT PHUT GAYI. BABU, APNA LAURDA MERI CHOOT MAIN SE NIKALO (MY CUNT HAS BEEN TORN TO SHREDS. BABU, TAKE OUT YOUR BIG COCK FROM MY CUNT)," she shouted trying to push Mr. Singh off her. Ignoring her screams Mr. Singh moved his cock back and forth till it was buried balls deep in her choot. "DIDI, ASK HIM TO STOP FUCKING ME AND TAKE OUT HIS COCK FROM MY CHOOT," Anita begged. "Why what has happened?" Mary said. "PLEASE, IT IS HURTING VERY MUCH. YOU PROMISED," the lass said starting to cry. "Master, please stop and listen to her," Mary said. "Nothing has happened. Her hymen was very tough therefore she felt so much pain," Mr. Singh replied moving his cock in and out of her tight choot. "I know. Please withdraw your cock long enough to convince her," Mary pleaded, "For my sake." "All right if you put it that way, but I'll continue to fuck if everything is okay," Mr. Singh said. "You agree?" Mary asked Anita. "YES, YES, I AGREE. JUST TAKE THAT BIG THING OUT OF MY CUNT," Anita said. Mr. Singh withdrew his cock from the girl's cunt. "JESUS CHRIST! MASTER, YOUR COCK LOOKS AS IF IT HAS BEEN IN A BLOODY BATTLE," Mary said surprised. "Forget my cock. See if her choot is okay," Mr. Singh said. Mary raised Anita's legs and separating them looked at her choot. "CUT!" Kris said, "Madhu?" Madhu gave him the high sign. "OKAY, CONTINUE," Kris said. "Anita, there are blood spots on your stomach and thighs. Blood is oozing from your choot. Otherwise everything seems normal. Master, her choot is all yours," Mary giggled. Mr. Singh tried to mount Anita. "NO, NO PLEASE, NOT AGAIN," she protested sitting up. "ANITA! YOU PROMISED," Mary said getting annoyed. Hesitatingly Anita lay down and spread her legs. Mr. Singh got on top of her and rammed his cock inside her cunt. "OWWWWAA," she screamed. Mr. Singh started to fuck her with hard and furious strokes. Anita lay with her eyes wide open groaning at each inward stroke as Mr. Singh's cock rubbed against the torn edges of her virginity. He kept pumping his huge cock in and out of her tight cunt. Soon he was on short strokes. She eyes were closed and she moaned "Oh" "Oh" repeatedly. Then suddenly with a loud grunt he pushed his cock deep inside her cunt and after depositing his load at the mouth of her womb, lay gasping for breath on her lithe body. "Ruk kyon gaye? Mujhe aur chodo (Why have you stopped? Fuck me more)," Anita said opening her eyes. "I'll fuck you again in a few minutes," Mr. Singh panted. "It felt nice, didn't it?" Mary giggled. "Oh yes, it was lovely," Anita said. "Your choot was so tight that I could not hold out any longer," Mr. Singh explained. "Aapne tau kaha that ki mujhe aur chodenge phir aapne apna lund meri choot main se kyon nikal liya (You said you'll fuck me again then why have you withdrawn your cock from my cunt)," Anita complained. "I haven't withdrawn. I'm still inside you," Mr. Singh said. "Yes, you have withdrawn it because I can't feel it," Anita said with tears in her eyes. This made the blood rush into Mr. Singh's cock and it started to harden. Soon it was as hard as rock. "Oh babu, I can feel it now," Anita said grinning happily. Mr. Singh started to hump her with long slow strokes. He kept varying the length and the speed of his strokes. After a few minutes Anita felt the pleasure coming on. Her hips started to move in rhythm of his strokes. "Y...HESS Y...HESS IT FEELS LOVELY. OH OHHHH I AMM COMMIINNG OH OHHHHHHHH," she yelled and fell back panting. Mr. Singh, without missing a stroke, continued the in and out movement of his cock. Soon Anita was on the boil again. Her hips moved in rhythm of his strokes. Her body arched. "OH OHHH GO ON DON'T STOP I AM ABOUT TO CUM. Y...HES Y...HES I AM THHHEEERRRREEEEE," she shouted. Mr. Singh kissed her passionately and continued to fuck with slow measured strokes. Anita came two more times. During the fifth time Mr. Singh's strokes became harder and shorter. He was also about to cum. Her hips moved in rhythm of his strokes. He kept thrusting furiously in and out of her cunt. Anita's breathing became labored and harsh as Mr. Singh's cock pulled out to the tip of her choot and then slammed in again. Each thrust sent hot waves of extreme pleasure through her body. It felt so wonderful that Anita could not hold herself back and shouted, "YES BABU FUCK ME HARD. YES HARDER AND FASTER. GO DO NOT STOP. I AM NEARLY THERE. Y...HES Y...HESSS Y...HESSSSS OH OHHH OHHHHHH BAAAABBBBUUUUUUUUU," she screamed and fell back o n the bed gasping for breath. Just the he thrust deep inside her choot and started spurting his cum. Their lips sought each other's. They were locked in a long wild kiss. When the kiss broke Mr. Singh rolled off her. For a few minutes they lay with the eyes closed savoring the pleasure they has just experienced. "Thank you, babu, I've never felt such sensations of pleasure before," Anita said kissing Mr. Singh wildly all over his face. "Anita, I think master's cock is the true recipient of your gratitude," Mary giggled. "You are right," Anita said and moved towards Mr. Singh's cock. "Mary, you were right. It seems it has been in a bloody fight," Anita giggled. "Yes, the battle for Anita's cherry," Mary giggled. Anita picked up Mr. Singh's cock gingerly between her thumb and forefinger and said, "Where is the towel?" "Darling, what do you need a towel for? Lick it clean and then thank it by sucking it," Mary said. "Pushpa said nothing about sucking Jivalalji's cock," Anita said dropping Mr. Singh's cock. "Pushpa may not have told you but I guarantee that she must have sucked Jivalalji's cock not once but several times," Mr. Singh said, "every man makes a girl suck his cock." "He is right. Ask her when you get back," Mary suggested. "Ask that bitch? Never! Then I'll have to tell her that I am no longer a virgin which I don't intend to," Anita said, "I am ready. Tell me what to do." "Take master's cock and lick it clean with your tongue. Then take it in your mouth and suck it," Mary said. "Suck it? What if it cums?" Anita asked doubtfully. "No problem," Mary said, "just swallow it." "What! S...S...Swallow babu's cum?" Anita said making a face. "If you are your mother's daughter then you'll love it," Mary giggled. "Does ammi swallow his cum?" Anita asked. "Of course, she loves it. Can't get enough of it," Mary laughed. "Okay, I'll swallow it too," Anita said. Anita picked up Mr. Singh's cock gingerly between her fore finger and thumb as before and looked at it from all sides. "Hold it properly. It won't bite," Mary laughed. Anita looked at Mary but without changing her grip started to lick it. At first she licked with slow tentative licks. "It is not bad," Anita exclaimed and then started to lick in earnest. When the cock was clean she took the flabby cock in her mouth and started to suck it. Suddenly blood rushed into the flaccid cock and it started to grow. "OOOoo, it is becoming big," Anita exclaimed. "Don't worry it will become big and hard," Mary said, "Keep sucking and don't stop." Anita sucked Mr. Singh's cock till it was rock hard. Then taking it in her fist looked at it carefully. She had never seen a cock at close quarters. "Oooo, look at this big red head," she said twirling her tongue around it and moving the foreskin up and down. "Oh it feels very nice," Mr. Singh moaned. "Oh you like it. Is this the hole from where cum comes out," Anita said trying to push the tip of her tongue in it. "Anita, take it in your mouth and suck," Mary said, "You can inspect master's cock some other day." It was Anita's first blowjob. She was quite artless but made it up with her enthusiasm and application. She sucked Mr. Singh's cock like a lollipop and simultaneously kept pumping his cock. "Anita, move your head up and down on my cock while fisting it. Imagine that my cock is fucking your mouth," Mr. Singh moaned. Anita soon got the hang of it. Her head bobbed up and down, while her hand pumped his cock. "OH IT FEELS LOVELY. DON'T STOP. GO ON. MOVE YOUR HEAD FASTER. Y...HESS. I AM ABOUT TO CUM. OH I AM CUMMING. AAAHHHHH," Mr. Singh shouted and started to spurt his cum into Anita's mouth. Anita was concentrating so hard on sucking Mr. Singh's cock that she didn't hear him. The first spurt took her by surprise. "HAI ALLAH!" she shouted backing off and letting the prick go out of her mouth. The second spurt caught her squarely on her open mouth. Most of the cum went into her mouth but some hit her lips and hung there. "ANITA, QUICK TAKE THE COCK IN YOUR MOUTH," Mary shouted urgently, "YOU ARE WASTING MASTER'S PRECIOUS CUM." Anita grabbed at the cock and managed to put it in her mouth again but not before some cum fell on her tits. Anita sucked and swallowed greedily and released Mr. Singh's cock only when it had nothing more to give. "How did you like master's cum?" Mary asked. "I loved it. It was thick and creamy," Anita said picking up cum with her finger and putting it in her mouth. "Anita, stop! Don't do that," Mary said and then looking at Mr. Singh asked, "Master, please may I?" "Go ahead. I know you are dying to taste her choot," Mr. Singh laughed. Mary took Anita in her arms and kissed her passionately. She swallowed some of the cum and pushed the rest in Anita's mouth with her tongue. Then she laid Anita down on the bed and licked the cum from her firm titties. Thereafter taking her nipples in her mouth and suckled them. End of part 6. To be continued... Hi guys, This is all for today. I hope you enjoyed it. Please send me your comments, good, bad or indifferent to sahebji70@yahoo.com. Remember to vote, See you later… Saheb