A PORN STAR IS BORN

(Part 7)

By Sahebji                                                                                                      


Before I start this part let me reproduce the last few lines of part 6:

“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. 

Now for part 7:

(Scene 16 continued)

“Oh didi, it feels very nice,” Anita murmured. 

After a few minutes Mary worked her way down to Anita’s cunt. She separated 
Anita’s lower lips and started to lick. Anita had never heard of pussy licking and 
was taken by surprise. 

“BABU, STOP HER. SHE IS LICKING MY CHOOT. IT IS DIRTY?” she shouted. 

“Shh, enjoy yourself,” Mr. Singh said inserting his forefinger in Mary’s asshole 
and began to finger fuck her. 

Mary licked Anita’s cunt from bottom of the slit to the top and back again. She did 
this several times. 

“OH DIDI,” Anita moaned.   

Then she twirled her tongue around Anita’s swollen clit. Then taking it in her 
mouth sucked on it. 

“DIDI STOP. I’M ABOUT TO CUM,” Anita screamed and tried to move her choot 
away from Mary’s mouth. 

“Anita, lie still. Cum in Mary’s mouth,” Mr. Singh said continuing to finger fuck 
Mary’s asshole. 

“OH I CAN’T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE. OH DIDI I AM CUMMMINNNGGGG,” 
Anita shouted and released her cunt juice. 

Mary released Anita’s clit and placed her mouth on Anita’s cunt to accept Anita’s 
love offering. Then inserting her tongue in Anita’s choot hole commenced to 
tongue fuck her. Mary tongue went in and out of Anita’s choot at great speed. 
And every few minutes Anita screamed that she was cumming. 

“DIDI STOP. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE,” Anita begged but Mary continued. 
She released Anita’s choot only when it had cum another half a dozen times. 

“Oh didi, you were wonderful,” Anita said when she had recovered her breath. 

“She was good, wasn’t she?” Mr. Singh asked. 

“Oh yes, she was great,” Anita said. 

“Won’t you like to reciprocate?” Mr. Singh asked. 

“I’ve never licked a choot before but I’ll do it if you guide me,” Anita said. 

“There is nothing to it. Do what Mary did to you,” Mr. Singh said, “While you are 
eating Mary’s pussy I’ll fuck you from behind.” 

“K...Kahin aap meri gaand tau nahin marenge? (Y...You are not going to fuck 
me in my asshole, are you?)” Anita said looking at Mr. Singh suspiciously. 

“Not yet, that is for some other day,” Mr. Singh said laughingly, “today I’m going 
to fuck your tight choot.” 

“What a silly question to ask. Gaand tau lardkon ki maarte hain aur lardkiyon ko 
tau chodete hain, theek hai? (Men bugger boys and fuck the girls, isn’t it so?” she 
said laughing nervously. 

“Really! Did Pushpa tell you this?” Mary said with a naughty smile. 

“No, she didn’t. I don’t remember who told me,” Anita said. 

“Girls, let us start,” Mr. Singh said, “Remember Anita has to go home also.” 

“Oooo, ammi (mummy) will kill me if she finds out that I’m no longer a virgin,” 
Anita giggled.

“You are safe. We won’t tell her and your choot can’t speak,” Mary giggled lying 
down on the bed with her legs wide apart. 

Anita got between Mary’s legs and bent forward to lick her choot while her ass 
was sticking in the air. 

“We must all three cum together,” Mary said, “I’ll announce each time I am about 
to cum.” 

“Good idea. I’ll announce it also. Anita you wriggle your ass when you are about 
to cum,” Mr Singh said. 

Anita started to lick Mary’s cunt while Mr. Singh moved his cock in and out of 
Anita’s cunt from the rear. Anita followed the same routine as Mary. After licking 
Mary’s choot for few minutes she sucked on Mary’s hard lump. 

“JESUSS,” Mary hollered as Anita pressed on her clit. 

She kept sucking and biting lightly till Mary shouted several times, “OH JESSUS 
CHRIIISSSTTT, I AMMMCOOOMMMMIIINNNNGGGG.” 

Then going she inserted her tongue in Mary’s cunt hole and commenced to 
tongue fuck her while Mr. Singh continued to fuck Anita.  

“OH ANITA, YOUR TONGUE FEELS SOOO LOVELY,” Mary moaned. 

Encouraged by Mary’s moaning Anita tongue fucked her with new vigor. 

“Y...HES ANITA THAT IS THE WAY. SHOVE YOUR TONGUE AS DEEP 
INSIDE AS YOU CAN. Y...HESSS. OH GOD I AMMM COOMMMMIIINNNNGG,” 
Mary screamed and released her love juice in Anita’s mouth. 

“Anita, are you ready to cum?” Mr. Singh asked. 

Anita shook her head in the negative without removing her mouth from Mary’s 
choot. “Remember to wriggle your bottoms when you are about to cum,” Mr. 
Singh said and increased the speed of his strokes. 

Mary was coming every few minutes. Mr. Singh continued to hump Anita. “I am 
about to cum,” Mr. Singh said, “Anita, what about you?” 

Anita wriggled her bum slowly. Mr. Singh put his hand on Anita’s clit and started 
to rub it vigorously while pounding her choot with fast and hard strokes. Anita’s 
bottoms wriggled faster and faster. 

Suddenly Anita shouted, “OH BABU I AM COMMMIIINNNNGGG.” 

“I AM ALSO COMMINGGG,” Mary screamed as with a loud grunt Mr. Singh 
pushed his cock deep inside Anita’s choot and released his load. 

Exhausted they lay panting on top of each other savoring the intense sensations 
they had just felt. “Anita, you were fantastic,” Mary panted after a few minutes. 

“Thank you didi, I did only what you had done to me before,” Anita giggled. 

“You are quick learner,” Mary said kissing her passionately. 

“I must go now. Ammi (mummy) will kill me if she finds out that I left home 
without her permission,” Anita giggled reaching for her clothes. 

“Mary, take Anita in the bathroom and wash all the blood stains properly,” Mr. 
Singh said, “and don’t use my soap. Selma’s sense of smell is very sharp. If she 
smells a strange soap on her then she’ll get suspicious. Anita, on reaching home 
have bath, okay.” Anita nodded.

“It was an enjoyable afternoon,” Mary said when she returned after seeing Anita 
off. 

“Yes, Anita’s choot was very tight. I really enjoyed myself,” Mr. Singh said, “by 
the way when is she coming again?” 

“She said Tuesdays and Thursdays are best for her because on these afternoons 
Selma does the laundry. Other days only if Selma has lot of clothes to wash,” 
Mary said. 

“Good girl,” Mr. Singh said yawning, “I am going to take nap. Wake me at seven.”

“CUT,” Kris said, “Well done guys. Let’s call it a day. We’ll start as usual at ten in 
the morning.” 

It was late. “I must run,” Madhu said. 

“Madhu, I was thinking of fucking you tonight,” I said winking at Kris. 

“Like hell you were,” Madhu said left. Selma and Ali were next to go, closely 
followed by the rest. 

“Anita, you have lost your cherry. Are you happy now?” Kris said. 

“Yes, I am happy,” Anita giggled, “Make me happier and fuck me tonight.” 
Kris looked at Amita. 

Amita shrugged. 

“Amita, we can sleep together if you like,” I said. 

“Yes, that’ll be nice,” Amita giggled.

We all assembled at ten the following morning. 

“I see all are present,” Kris said, “Okay fellas, let’s start. READY! ACTION!”

SCENE 17: 

Mary and Anita are talking.  
Place: Mr. Singh’s bedroom.
Time: 3 p.m.

“Where is he?” Anita said, “It is already three.”

“He’ll be here. He knows you are coming,” Mary said, “Let us undress in the 
meanwhile.”

They started taking their clothes off. “Oooo, you look so pretty,” Mary cooed 
caressing Anita’s large tits. 

Just then Mr. Singh arrived. “I am sorry I am late,” he said, “Good you are ready. 
Anita, lie on the bed. Mary, I’ll fuck you after her.”

Mr. Singh started to fuck Anita. Mary watched with one hand gently squeezing 
her boobs and the other caressing her clit. 

The doorbell rang. “Who can it be?” Mary said to herself. 

“Go and see,” Mr. Singh said without missing a stroke. Mary wore her housecoat 
and opened the door. 

“It is Selma,” she said conducting her into the bedroom. 

“Good afternoon sir,” Selma giggled, “I see you have found another choot to 
amuse you.” 

“Selma, undress and then Mary and you amuse yourself. In the meanwhile I’ll 
finish fucking her,” Mr. Singh said without missing a stroke. Selma started to 
undress.

“Oh my God,” Anita whispered, “It is ammi. What am I going to do?” 

“Don’t worry,” Mr. Singh whispered back. “I’ll take care of her.”

“Today is Thursday isn’t it?” Anita asked in a whisper. 

Mr. Singh nodded moving his cock in and out of Anita’s choot. “What is she doing 
here? If she finds me here I am as good as dead.” 

“I’ve told you,” Mr. Singh said, “I’ll handle her.” 

Mr. Singh looked towards Mary and Selma. They were kissing each other 
passionately. Mr. Singh continued to fuck Anita. 

“Oh sir,” Anita moaned. 

Selma broke the kiss immediately and perked up her ears. 

“What is it?” Mary panted. 

“I thought the voice was familiar….naa it can’t be. Let’s continue,” Selma said 
started kissing Mary and simultaneously they caressed each other’s choot.  

“Oh sir, it feels wonderful,” Anita moaned a few minutes later. 

Again Selma broke the kiss. “This definitely sounds like my daughter,” Selma 
said, “Let me look.” She stepped up to the bed and peered into Anita’s face. 

“OH MY GOD IT IS ANITA,” she screamed, “STOP SIR. KYA AAP KO MALOOM 
HAI KI AAP MERI BETI KO CHOD RAHE HAIN? (DO YOU KNOW YOU ARE 
FUCKING MY DAUGHTER?” 

Mr. Singh did not reply but kept humping Anita. 

“STOP SIR STOP,” Selma yelled and tried to pry Mr. Singh off her daughter. 

“SIR, DON’T STOP. JUST A FEW MORE STORES THEN I’LL CUM,” Anita 
squealed. 

Selma tried to pull Mr. Singh off Anita. Anita pressed Mr. Singh to her. Mr. Singh 
was also about to cum and pushed Selma back. Selma took a step backwards…. 
Staggered and losing her balance tripped. She fell and banged her head with a 
loud thud on the carpeted floor. 

“MASTER, COME QUICKLY. SELMA MAY HAVE HURT HERSELF,” Mary said 
bending on the inert body nervously. 

Mr. Singh withdrew his cock from Anita’s choot and stood up with his erect cock 
pointing towards the ceiling. 

“NO DON’T. JUST A FEW STROKES MORE,” Anita begged. 

“Your mother is hurt and requires attention,” Mr. Singh said lifting Selma and 
laying her on the bed. 

“Where am I?” Selma said groggily. 

“Master, this is your chance to fuck Selma in her ass hole,” Mary said. 

“She might be hurt,” Mr. Singh said. 

“Nothing is wrong with her. Quick, she is regaining consciousness already,” Mary 
said. 

“Couldn’t ammi wait for a few minutes?” Anita said, “Haan ammi ko saza do. 
Theek hai, ammi ki gaand maro (Yes, punish ammi. Yes, fuck her in her ass 
hole).” 

“Go get some oil to lubricate her back door,” Mr. Singh said putting Selma in 
gaand fuck position. 

“There is no time. Use your spit,” Mary suggested. 

Mr. Singh applied his spit on Selma’s puckered hole and placing his erect cock 
on it pressed for entry. 

“OH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Selma said still a bit disoriented, “IT IS 
HURTING.” 

“Ammi, babu teri gaand maar rahe hain (Ammi, sir is going to fuck you in your 
ass hole),” Anita said. 

“NO NOT IN MY ASSAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE,” 
Selma screamed as her puckered hole opened and Mr. Singh’s cock buried itself 
to the hilt inside it. 

“OH SAHEB, YOU PROMISED,” Selma groaned, “OH IT IS HURTING SO 
MUCH.” 

“Relax Selma, the pain should go away in no time,” Mary said with a wide grin. 

“My promise was for that day only and not forever,” Mr. Singh said and started 
the in and out motion and simultaneously rubbed her clit. 

“This was not in the script. Shall we stop?” Meera asked Kris. 

“NO, KEEP FILMING. I WANT IT ON RECORD,” Kris shouted punching some 
numbers on the phone. 

“SIR, IT IS ME KRIS. MY FRIEND SAHEB HAS PENETRATED SELMA’S ASS 
HOLE...HAAN, ISS WAQT WOH SELMA KI GAAND MAAR RAHA HAI (YES, 
AT THE MOMENT HE IS FUCKING SELMA’S IN HER ASS HOLE)....YES, I 
AM RECORDING IT...YOU ARE COMING...IN THE MEANWHILE I’LL 
KEEP HER ASS HOLE HOT,” Kris shouted in to the phone and banging it down 
rushed to where I was fucking Selma in her ass hole. 

“Saheb, you have created a sensation,” Kris said, “Mr. Rustomji was very 
excited. He is coming here right now. He is very keen to fuck Selma in her ass 
hole,” Kris said. 

“Oh Saheb,” Selma moaned. 

I continued to pump her ass hole. 

“You are enjoying it aren’t you,” Mary asked. 

“Oh yes, it is heavenly,” Selma moaned. 

“ALI, AMITA, MADHU AND ALL OTHERS COME HERE AND UNDRESS,” Kris 
shouted undressing. 

“OH SAHEB, RUB MY CHOOT FASTER. STROKE MY ASS HOLE HARDER 
OH OHHH I AMMMM COMMMIIINNNGGGG,” Selma shouted. Few strokes later 
I pushed my cock deep into her and filled her ass hole with cum for the first time. 

“Ali, Have you fucked Amita in her ass hole?” Kris said. 

“Maine tau abhi Amita ko choda bhi nahin (I have not yet fucked her),” Ali replied. 

“Doesn’t matter. Pahele gaand maarle phir kabhie chod lena (First fuck her in her 
ass hole then you can fuck her sometime),” Kris said, “Wait Saheb, I am going to 
fuck Selma’s ass hole next.” 

“Okay pal, her gaand is all yours,” I said pulling out my limp cock from her ass 
hole.

“Selma, after me Mr. Rustomji is going to fuck you in your ass hole,” Kris said 
placing his erect cock on her rear entrance. 

“I suppose everyone will want to have a go at my ass hole now,” Selma said, 
“Kris, gently.” 

Kris shoved all of his cock up her backside with one hard push. 

“OOWWWWA,” Selma screamed, “KRIS, I SAID GENTLY.” 

“I’ve waited too long for this to be gentle,” Kris chuckled stating to pump her 
backside. 

Amita got into position. “OWWWA,” she yelped as Ali rammed his cock up her 
puckered hole. 

“Saheb, what are you waiting for? Take Anita’a ass hole cherry,” Kris said 
banging away.  

My cock sprung erect on the prospect of fucking another virgin ass hole. “Anita, 
get into gaand fuck position,” Kris said. 

“Must I,” Anita said.  

“Yes, my dear you must,” Kris said. Hesitatingly Anita got into position. 

“Mary, please get some oil,” I said separating her ass cheeks. 

“Use spit like you used in my case,” Selma said. 

After applying spit I placed my cock on Anita’s back door. Anita was trembling. I 
pressed. 

“PLEASE BE GENTLE. IT IS HURTING ME,” Anita yelled. I felt her ass hole 
opening. 

“STOP IT IS HURTING. STOPPPAAAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE,” Anita 
screamed as her ass hole snapped open and my cock slid in till my pubic hair 
were tickling her bottoms. 

We arranged the four girls in a circle and continued to pump their bum hole. 

After a few minutes Mr. Rustomji arrived. 

“Hello everyone,” Rustomji said, “Today Seema has lost her ass hole cherry. We 
must celebrate this occasion. I have chilled champagne and snacks in my car. 
Somebody get them. Today’s rule is that everyone may fuck everyone but only in 
the ass hole. Understood?” 

“Yeah, let’s celebrate,” everyone shouted. 

The girls moaned. Rustomji joined us and started to undress. 

“So your friend Saheb got Seema’s elusive cherry,” he said. 

“Yes sir, he is fucking Anita’s ass hole. You met her sister Amita,” Kris said, “Ali 
is in her ass at the moment.” 

“Oh Saheb, it feels so good,” Anita moaned. 

“Congratulations Saheb. You have done what we have been trying to do for 
years,” Rustomji said shaking my hand, “I have heard a lot about you especially 
about the size of your tool. Join us, with the size of your cock, I’ll make you a 
millionaire in no time and you can fuck all the choots and gaands you want.” 

“Thank you sir,” I replied, “but I am happy where I am.” 

“Sir, I’ve finished,” Kris said pulling out his cock from Seema’s ass hole. 

“Come and see me if you change your mind,” Rustomji said ramming his cock up 
Seema’a back side, “By the way do you know that you have also won a trip for 
two to Switzerland all expenses paid.” 

“Yes sir, Kris told me,” I said, “Can I avail of it later.” 

“Anytime but you’ll have to cash it before I die,” Rustomji laughed, starting to 
pump Selma’s ass hole.

“OOWWWA, why can’t you guys be a little gentle?” Seema said. 

I had also finished. 

“How was it?” Kris asked Anita. 

“Oh it was heavenly,” Anita said. 

“Good, get back in gaand fuck position. Now it is my turn,” Kris said. I called 
Madhu. 

“Madhu, come I’ll fuck your ass hole,” I said. 

“Abhi tau tumne mujhe choda tak nahin (You haven’t fucked me yet),” she said. 

“I would have fucked you but Mr. Rustomji has proclaimed it is ‘asshole day’. 
Come get your gaand in position,” I said. 

“Okay, but be gentle,” she said getting into position. 

“You have been fucked in your ass hole before,” I said placing my erect cock on 
the door of her rear entrance. 

“Oh yes umpteen time but not b a cock as big as yours,” she said. 

“As you say,” I said and gently shoved my cock up her ass. 

We fucked and drank champagne half the night. 

In the morning no one was in a fit condition to film. The shoot was postponed till 
after lunch. 

“Alright, we’ll start where we left off yesterday. Saheb is fucking Seema in her 
ass hole. There is no script you’ll have to play it by the ear.”

“Maybe we could rehearse once,” I said. 

“Naturally without the action,” Selma chuckled. We rehearsed the dialogue a 
couple of times. 

“Try it now; if I can’t fix it by editing then we’ll shoot that part again,” Kris said, 

“Yes, we can try,” Anita said.

“READY! ACTION!” Kris said.   

SCENE 17: Take 2

Mr. Singh is fucking Seema in her asshole while Anita and Mary look on.
Time: Late afternoon.
Place: Mr. Singh’s bedroom. 

“Oh sir please stop it is hurting,” Seema groaned. 

“Sir, don’t stop. She must be punished for interrupting us,” Anita said. 

“Selma relax it’ll get better soon,” Mary said. I continued to pump her backside 
and rub her choot. 

“OH SIR,” Selma moaned. Mr. Singh was on short strokes. He was about to cum. 

Suddenly with a loud grunt he shoved his cock deep inside her and filled her ass 
hole with his cum. 

“How was it?” Mary asked. 

“At first it hurt but then it was heavenly. Alright young lady, get dressed. We are 
going home.” 

“No, I won’t. You’ll beat me,” Anita said hiding behind Mr. Singh.  

“Yes, I’ll beat you so hard that you’ll regret that you were ever born,” Selma said 
menacingly. 

“You’ll do nothing of that sort,” Mr. Singh said, “In few minutes I am going to fuck 
her in her asshole and then you’ll ensure that her choot and gaand along with 
yours is at my disposal whenever I want to fuck them,” 

“Sir, please leave us poor people alone,” Selma said, “You have done enough 
damage. Anita, come.” 

“Selma, listen. Anita’s virginity is gone forever and no power on earth can get it 
back. Master has not fucked her today for the first time but has been fucking her 
off and on for one month. Anita is as horny as you. She has tasted the pleasures 
of a cock. If she can’t get a cock here then she will go elsewhere to get it. Here at 
least you know everything is healthy and clean. It might not be so where she 
chooses to go,” Mary said pausing to catch her breath. 

“You are right. It is possible that old bastard Jivalal may get hold of her,” Selma 
said. 

“Who is this Jivalal?” Mary said winking at Mr. Singh. 

“An old man, he lives not far away from my house. He keeps staring at all young 
girls. There are rumors that he has spoiled many girls,” Selma said. 

“Then you agree,” Mary said. 

“How can I be sure that if she comes here then she won’t go anywhere else,” 
Selma said. 

“Ammi, I promise that no one other than sir here will fuck me until you say so,” 
Anita said. 

“One more thing,” Selma said, “You will not come here alone but with me only.” 

“Agreed,” Anita said. 

“Babu, ab aap isski gaand maar sakte hain (Sir, you can now fuck her in her ass 
hole,” Selma said. 

“Come on Anita get into gaand fuck position,” Mary said. 

“Can’t we do it the next time?” Anita asked. 

“No, can’t you see master’s cock jerking impatiently,” Mary said. 

Anita crouched on the bed with her head on a pillow and her ass in the air. “Mary, 
lubricate her puckered hole,” Mr. Singh said separating Anita’s bum cheeks. 

“Sir, use your spit as you used in my case,” Selma said. 

“AMMI, IT’LL HURT,” Anita complained. 

“Let it,” Selma said, “It hurt me also.” 

Mr. Singh aimed his cock on Anita’s back door and pressed for entry. 

“AMMI, PLEASE ASK HIM TO STOP. IT’S HURRRTTTIIINNNGGG,” Anita 
screamed. 

“Sir, don’t mind her,” Selma said, “press harder. Anita’s ass hole started to give 
way. 

“AMMI STOP HIM. I AMMM DYIAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIEEEEEEEEE,” 
Anita screamed as her sphincter snapped open and Mr. Singh’s cock was buried 
in her backside. 

Mr. Singh started the fuck motion and rubbing her choot simultaneously. “Oh 
please take your cock out,” Anita cried, “It is very painful.” 

“Relax soon you’ll feel pleasure.” Mary said patting her hand. 

Mr. Singh fucked her ass hole with regular strokes. “Oh,” Anita moaned. 

“She is starting to enjoy it,” Mary giggled. 

Mr. Singh was now fucking her bum with short and hard strokes. 

“OH SIR, YOUR COCK FEELS VERY GOOD,” Anita moaned. 

Selma grinned and Mary giggled. 

“SIR, FUCK HARDER. I AM NEARLY THERE. OH OHHH GOD I AAMMM 
CCCUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG,” Anita screamed. At that very moment Mr. 
Singh deposited his load in her ‘virgin’ ass hole. 

When Selma and Anita were about to leave Mary took Anita aside and 
whispered, “If Pushpa or any other girl wants to get fucked or lose her cherry just 
tell me. I’ll persuade master to do the needful.” 

Anita looked towards Selma. 

“Don’t worry about her. Master will talk to her when the time comes,” Mary said. 

“Will do,” Anita giggled.

“CUT!” Kris yelled, “Very well done. I’m sure this movie will also be a hit. Thank 
you very much.” 

Few minutes later when we all had assembled in the hall I said to Madhu, “Come 
let’s fuck I’m relatively fresh.” 

“Sorry no can do,” she said with a long face, “My period started last night.” 

“But I am leaving in four days,” I said. 

“My bad luck. I’ll have to wait till we meet again,” Madhu said shrugging. 

I was not going to let a willing choot get away. I requested Kris to have my train 
bookings changed to plane tickets thereby gaining another twenty-four hour in 
Bombay. I hoped that Madhu will be fuckable by then. 

In the next four days I fucked all the girls Kris could lay hands on in the daytime 
and nights I spent with Amita and Anita. 

On the fifth day I looked for Madhu but she was nowhere to be found. I resigned 
to the fact that I’ll have to leave without fucking Madhu. In the afternoon I spotted 
her. 

“Where have you been?” I asked. 

“I had to take Sachin to the doctor,” she relied. 

“How is your choot doing?” I asked. 

“It is clean as a whistle,” she giggled. 

“Then come let’s fuck,” I said. 

“What about your flight?” she asked. 

“I’ve couple of hours. Come let us go,” I said, conducting her to my room. 

Not wanting to waste any more time we undressed quickly. Madhu took my 
standing cock in her hand and kissing it said, “At last big boy my choot is going to 
welcome you.” 

I led her to the bed and lay down. As I have stated earlier she was slightly on the 
plump side. Her boobs were firm but not very big. Due to her being short they 
looked huge. Her nipples were hard and pointed. Her choot was freshly shaven 
and her one inch long swollen clit was sticking out from in between her lower lips. 

I kissed her while with one hand I squeezed her firm tits and ran the fingers of the 
other hand between her cunt lips. “Please Saheb, don’t waste time and fuck me,” 
she said moving her hips in fuck motion. 

“As you want,” I said climbing on top of her and shoving my cock up her waiting 
cunt. 

“OHHH SAHEB, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD TO FEEL A BIG COCK IN MY 
CHOOT,” she sighed as my cock slid into her slippery choot. 

I started the in and out motion. I fucked her with long slow strokes but kept 
varying the speed and length of my strokes. Sometimes I would fuck her with 
hard and fast stokes and then suddenly with slow long ones. 

“OH SAHEB, DON’T STOP. GO ON HIT ME HARD. I LOVE A HARD FUCK. GO 
ON I AMM NEARRLLYYY THERE,” she yelled moving her hips in rhythm of my 
strokes. 

I stroked her with all my might. Suddenly she threw back her head and her body 
ached. 

“OH Y...HES OH Y...HESSS I AMM ABOUT TO CUUMMM. OH OHHH I AAMM 
COOOMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG,” she screamed and fell back gasping for
breath. 

I continued to hit her hard. Soon she was on the boil again. My seed was also 
rising. I was on short strokes.   

“DON’T STOP GO ON OH OHHH I AAMM COMMMMIIIIINNMNNGGGG,” she 
yelled again. At this moment I shot my load in her cum thirsty cunt. 

For several minutes we lay joined together savoring the intense pleasure we had 
just felt. Soon my cock was soft and slipped out of her choot. I also rolled off her. 

“Oh Saheb, it was heavenly,” she said taking my cock in her mouth and sucking it 
clean. 

Then she sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. 

“Madhu, I must go now,” I said kissing her. 

“Please mujhe ek baar aur chodo (Please fuck me once more),” she said. We 
fucked again. 

“You go I’ll lie here for some time,” she panted. I dressed quickly and left the 
room.  

It was time to go. I said good-bye to the sisters, Kris and all others present and 
left for the airport. 

Three years later I got a letter from Kris. 

Dear Saheb,

You’ll be surprised that I am writing to you after three years. 

As I had promised Amita and Anita are now celebrities in their own rights. They 
have acted in many films and made a bundle. Yes, they are multi millionaires. As 
their agent I’ve become rich too.

They have bought the house on Juhu beach from Mr. Rustomji. Mr. Rustomji 
made them pay through their nose. I told them that he is overcharging them but 
they were adamant. 

“I know that he is asking for too much but we want this house. Our good times 
started in this house. We want them to continue,” Amita said. 

“Your choot is responsible for the good times and not this house,” I said. 

“Maybe we’ll make porno films like Rustomji does,” Anita giggled. 

They have oodles of jewelry and number of cars of the latest models. They really 
are making the best of what they have.

Few days after you left Amita told me about her chacha and chachi and also 
about her life as a beggar. She was thankful to you and me for giving them a 
chance to make an honorable living. She was very grateful to Jaya also because 
she had warned her about GKB. 

Amita wanted me to find her so that she could repay her. A week later we found 
her. She was a pleasant looking girl with a very big stomach. 

I was present when they met. It was a very touching scene. After exchanging 
greetings and lot of crying, Amita asked, “How is Rajan?” 

Jaya started to cry again. 

“What is the matter?” Anita asked. 

“He is no longer with us. They killed him,” Jaya said wiping her tears. 

“What happened?” Amita asked. 

“When you did not return that night I assumed that GKB has had you both picked 
up and is celebrating his birthday by deflowering both of you. I was not worried 
because he’d let you go after he has had enough of your body or finds a new girl 
to fuck. But later in the day Rajan came to me. 

“Where are your friends Amita and her sister?” he asked. 

“Kyoon? Tum unhain bhi chodna chahate ho (Why? You want to fuck them 
also),” I said teasing him. 

“Of course not. You know that I love you,” he replied kissing me. 

“Then why do you want to find them?” I asked. 

“I don’t but GKB wants them,” he said. 

“Kya poori Bumbai main wohi dono chootain bachi hain chodene ke liye (Are they 
the only cunts left in whole of Bombay for him to fuck),” I giggled. 

“No but he wants them because they spoiled his birthday celebrations,” Rajan 
said. 

“How can simple beggar girls spoil the birthday of the mighty GKB?” I asked with 
my voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“You’ll be surprised, they did by disappearing,” Rajan said, “Pity we all missed a 
great do.” 

“You mean that bastard had planned to deflower these girls in front of his men,” I 
asked horrified. 

“That’s the least of it,” he laughed, “I’ll tell you what he had planned. The 
celebrations were to take place in the hall on the top floor of the building in which 
he raped you. Eleven beds were arranged in a circle and one bed was placed in 
the center. A chair was placed next to each bed. The twelfth chair was placed at 
the head of the bed inside the circle. A cross was grouted in the floor opposite to 
the chair in the center. Can you imagine the arrangement?”

“Yes, I can but what about you guys. Weren’t you supposed to attend?” I said.

“Oh yes, for foot soldiers like me chairs were placed along the walls of the hall,” 
Rajan said. 

“He had invited his eleven Deputies, who looked after his interests in other parts 
of Bombay. Each of them brought a beautiful young girl, whom GKB had 
deflowered earlier, with them.”

“The celebrations were scheduled to start at six in the evening. Every person 
inside the hall was to be naked. A naked GKB was to sit in the chair placed at the 
head of the center bed. The Deputies who were also naked would sit around him. 
We, the foot soldiers, also naked, would sit along the wall. Eleven naked girls 
with their choots shaved would stand next to the Deputies.”

“Jaya, just Imagine GKB and his Deputies sitting with standing cocks waiting for 
the arrival of the sisters. The plan was when Amita and Anita were brought the 
eleven girls would shave their choots in the room where you were deflowered 
and bring them in their street clothes to the hall. Amita would be led to GKB while 
Anita was to be tied to the cross, Jesus style.”

“GKB would then rape Amita. He would hit her and tear off her clothes using the 
foulest of language imaginable. If she tried to escape his Deputies would push 
her back into the circle. Both the sisters would cry and plead for mercy. We 
would laugh and taunt them in the crudest language.” 

“Once Amita was naked GKB would throw her down on the bed. GKB would then 
separate her legs of the helpless girl and placing them on his shoulders, ram his 
cock into her virgin choot. You know by personal experience that GKB’s cock is 
quite big. Amita would scream in pain.”

“This was to be the signal for the Deputies to go for the naked girls. The girls 
were instructed to fight them and not give their choots easily. They would run and 
the Deputies with their cocks in the air would try to catch them.” 

“Jaya, just imagine the scene: eleven girls that means twenty two tits jumping up 
and down, trying to escape from eleven erect cocks,” Rajan laughed. 

“You find humiliating girls entertaining?” I said. 

He laughed and continued. “After catching them the Deputies would rape them. 
When everyone finished their first fuck they would continue to drink. Then GKB 
would turn Amita over and ram his cock into her virgin asshole. Again poor Amita 
would scream.” 

“Again the Deputies would go for the girls but this time for their assholes. The 
idea was that if GKB fucked Amita’s choot then the Deputies would also fuck the 
choots of the girls and GKB went for Amita’s gaand (asshole) then the deputies 
would also go for the asshole of the girls.” 

“This would continue till their cocks couldn’t stand anymore. Then we would get 
the girls except Amita to fuck till our cocks wouldn’t get hard also. Amita and 
Anita would be locked up in a room meant for unwilling choots. The whole 
ceremony would be repeated the next day with Anita as the bride and a fresh set 
of eleven girls,” Rajan said.

“Weren’t you afraid that the neighbors would call the police with so many men 
shouting and several women screaming?” I asked. 

“GKB’s neighbors are quite used to hearing women scream and men shout. 
Anyway to be on the safe side the police had been paid off and supplied with a 
dozen girls to keep them busy that night with the promise of fresh girls the 
following night,” Rajan laughed.

“What did actually happen?” I asked. 

“Nothing happened. The party was supposed to start at six p.m. and everyone 
invited was present,” Rajan said. 

“Let us start. I have sent four teams since two o’clock to bring the sisters to me. 
They’d be returning soon with them,” GKB said. 

“Whisky started to flow like water. The clock struck seven. There was still no sign 
of the teams and the sisters. Two more teams were sent. 

“Drink my friends they’ll soon bring the cunts here,” GKB said confidently raising 
his glass. 

“To your health,” all assembled said together raising their glasses. 

The clock struck eight. Still there was no sign of the sisters. GKB was now angry. 

“Main inn haramzaiyon ki pahele gaand maroonga phir choot phardunga (I’ll fuck 
the bitches in their asshole first then deflower them),” GKB said, “What do you 
say?” 

“Yes, yes,” the Deputies responded drunkenly. 

“Slowly, slowly everyone was getting drunk. The clock struck ten. One by one the 
search teams started to return. All of them returned empty handed,” Rajan said 
continuing his story.  

“Where have they vanished?” GKB shouted. He ranted and raved in anger. 

“We don’t know, sir,” each team replied, “we searched every where. It seems that 
Bombay has swallowed them.” 

“At eleven the party broke up without a cunt or an asshole being fucked. We 
missed a great party,” Rajan said concluding his tale. 

“GKB and his Deputies would have had all the fun and not you,” Jaya said. 

“We are about fifty foot soldiers. We would have fucked the eleven girls part of 
that night and the whole of the next day till their cunts and the assholes 
overflowed with cum,” Rajan laughed. 

“You’d have killed the girls,” I said. 

“Who cares,” Rajan shrugged, “there are more from where they come from.” 

“I thought you were better but you are also a beast like your boss,” I said turning 
away from him. 

“Hey, wait,” Rajan said, “Where are they?” 

“I don’t know but why are you so worried,” I said. 

“Today morning GKB called me and asked me if I knew where the sisters were. I 
replied no. Mohan says that he saw you yesterday leaving the jhuggis (mud and 
straw huts) where they live. Here I made my biggest mistake. I should have 
denied it but I said that I was there but not see the sisters. He did not believe me. 
He thinks I warned them and they have left Bombay. He has given me forty eight 
hours to find them otherwise....,” Rajan said shrugging. 

“Y....You mean he’ll kill you,” I stuttered. 

“I don’t think so. He likes me but nobody can tell what he has in his mind,” Rajan 
said, “Do you see a man across the street in a blue shirt and jeans?” I nodded. 

“He is following me since morning,” Rajan said, “Goodbye darling, in case I don’t 
make it.”  

“Then what happened?” Amita asked. 

“Two days later they found him with his throat cut in a gutter. He had been 
brutally tortured,” Jaya said and started to cry. 

Amita and Anita also cried. 

When they had calmed down, Amita said, “Jaya, you are not going back. You’ll 
live here with us.” 

“I wouldn’t mind if I can make myself useful in anyway,” Jaya said. 

“No need, just stay here doing nothing,” Amita said, “We owe it to you.” 

“No, I won’t be a burden on others,” Jaya said, “I’ll work as a personal maid to 
you both and you can pay me appropriate wages.” 

“Okay,” Amita laughed and mentioned a sum as pay. 

“Are you mad? This is far too much,” Jaya said mentioning a suitable pay, which 
was much less than half of what Amita had proposed. Then they argued but Jaya 
was adamant. 

“All right, you win but you’ll have to let me pay for your immediate expenses on 
clothes etc. and later for the delivery,” Amita said. 

Jaya accepted and did not return to her jhuggi (hut made of mud and straw) 
again. 

Two months later Jaya gave birth to Sweety. Sweety is everyone’s darling. The 
sisters dote on Sweety. She is nearly three now and getting naughtier day by 
day. One day she’ll grow up to be a very pretty girl.

I know what you are thinking. Jaya looks so innocent and sweet that I wanted to 
fuck her. Since she started working here I have fucked her many times. So have 
others. Jaya enjoys acting in the movies. 

Now I come to the main reason for writing this letter. Amita and I are engaged 
and are to be married on 26th December. It is her mother’s birthday. 

You must be wondering how it came about? 

One day I was sitting in the sitting room and staring into space when Anita came 
into the room. “Kris, thinking of her again,” she asked. 

“W…What do you mean?” I said. 

“Kris, you are an idiot,” she said, “Why don’t you tell didi (elder sister) that you 
love her.” 

“Who told you that I love her?” I asked. 

“You yourself have told me,” Anita giggled. 

“I have never mentioned it to anyone,” I said. 

“No but most of us know about it,” she said, “The way you look at her has given 
you away.” 

“Please don’t tell Amita that I have fallen for her,” I said. 

“Then tell her yourself, for God’s sake,” she said. 

“I can’t. She is a star, a celebrity. I am just her ten percent agent,” I said. 

“No, you are not her agent only but you are an idiot too. Have you ever seen how 
she looks at you and hangs at every word you say. I’d say the love bug has bitten 
her much harder than it has bitten you,” she said. 

“You think so,” I asked. 

“Yes it is so. I am going to my room. Gopal is coming to fuck me. Didi will leave 
the room and surely come here. Propose to her,” she said and went out. 

As predicted by Anita few minutes later Amita came in and sat down opposite 
me. For a while we were silent. I asked her the million dollar question many times 
in my mind. I was horrified when I heard my voice say, “Amita, I love you. Will 
you marry me?” 

“Yes, my darling, I will,” she replied immediately. Her answer took me by 
surprise. “W...What did you say?” I stuttered. 

“I said I’ll marry you,” Amita said smiling. 

I was overjoyed. We embraced and kissed each other. 

“Darling, take me to your room and fuck me like you have never fucked me 
before,” she said. 

“T...To my room?” I stuttered as I still couldn’t believe that Amita had agreed to 
be my wife. 

“Yes to your room because Gopal is fucking Anita in our room,” she tittered, “In 
the morning I’ll move into your room if you don’t mind.” 

“Sure, I’ll love it,” I said carrying her to my room. We made love the whole day 
and night. Next day we announced our engagement. 

“Thank God now I can get screwed when I want without inconveniencing didi,” 
Anita giggled and left immediately to fix up engagements for her choot. 

Saheb, we, Amita and I, will be very pleased if you will attend our marriage. I am 
giving you enough notice. A formal invite will follow in due time. 

Few days later Amita told me the whole story about her chacha and chachi as 
she had told you. “They are family. My chacha is like my father. I would like him 
to give me away,” Amita said.  

“Like hell, have you forgotten that he had agreed to deflower us,” Anita sneered. 

“I’ve told you many times before that it was chachi who wanted him to fuck us,” 
Amita said. 

“But he agreed,” Anita argued. 

“Yes, to give us an opportunity to run away,” Amita said, “Enough on the subject.”

“She always does this when she is on a weak wicket,” Anita grumbled. 

“Kris, please make immediate arrangements for us to go and take their 
blessings,” Amita said. 

“I’ll come with you,” Anita said. 

“I’ll take you only if you promise not to be rude to them,” Amita said. 

“Okay, I’ll behave,” Anita said. 

“Alright, you can come with us,” Amita said, “Kris tomorrow we’ll go and buy gifts 
for them. Anita would you like to come also?” 

“I would like to but unfortunately I’ve another appointment,” she said. 

“Appointment, my foot! Bata tujhe kal kaun chodne aa raha hai (Appointment, my 
foot! Tell me who is coming to fuck you tomorrow),” Amita laughed. 

“That would be telling,” Anita giggled and quickly left the room. 

A week later we were knocking on the door of their chacha’s house. 

“Who is there?” a ladies voice said and the door opened. A lady in her late 
thirties or early forties stood framed in the door. 

“Namaste chachi,” Amita and Anita said together. 

Her eyes widened in surprise. “OH MY GOD! LALAJI, LOOK WHO HAS COME,” 
she hollered and started to sob. 

A man of about the same age standing behind her, said, “Why are you yelling like 
this? Is the world coming to an end?”

“Look who is here,” she said sobbing quietly.  

Then he saw us. “Namaste, chacha,” Amita and Anita said together with folded 
hands. 

He gathered both the girls in his arms and looking towards the sky said, “Thank 
you God for looking after my daughters.” 

“Come in,” he said and bundled them inside. I followed. 

When we had settled down he asked, pointing towards me, “Who is he?” 

“He is Kris, my fiancé,” Amita replied. Chachi was still sobbing quietly. 

“Janaki, our daughters have come home after such a long time aren’t you going 
to offer them tea and sweets,” chacha said to chachi. 

“Of course, I’ll bring tea and sweets,” she said wiping her tears with the edge of 
her sari. 

“I’ll help,” Amita said. 

“It is not necessary. I was about to make tea before you came. The water must 
be boiling by now,” chachi said. 

“Then I help you to carry it,” Amita said and followed chachi out of the room. 

For a moment there was an awkward silence. Then chacha said, “When do you 
plan to marry?” 

“On 26th of December, we have come here to invite chachi and you personally. 
The official card will follow in due course. You must come,” I replied. 

“Of course we’ll come. It’ll be our pleasure,” chacha said. 

Just then chachi and Amita came in carrying a tray each. We had helped 
ourselves to tea and sweets. 

“Chacha, I have brought some presents for you and chachi,” Amita said handing 
over the presents, “Please don’t say no.” 

“Yeah no crap about not accepting gifts from daughters etc. etc.” Anita said 
flippantly. 

Amita nudged her and motioned her to be quiet. 

They opened their presents. “These must have cost you a lot of money. Where 
are you and what do you do?” chacha asked. 

“We are in Bombay. W…We are connected with the entertainment industry,” 
Amita replied hesitatingly. 

“Entertainment industry? You mean the cinema?” chacha asked. 

Amita was about to reply when Anita interrupted her. “How long are you going to 
hide the truth? Sach yeh hai ki hum aapke manoranjan ke liye apne ko chudwate 
hain (The truth is that we get fucked for your entertainment),” she said. 

There was pin drop silence. Both chacha and chachi started at Anita with open 
mouth. They were shocked at the words employed by her and did not know 
where to look.  

“Anita, mind your language,” Amita said admonishing Anita. 

“Didi, I don’t like to mince words. I like people who believe in calling a spade a 
spade. Tell me, what do we do? Get ourselves fucked, don’t we?” Anita 
continued relentlessly, “And why? We were forced to join the porn industry 
because of this woman here.” 

Chachi started to cry again. 

“What is the use of shedding crocodile tears now,” Anita said sarcastically, “You 
can inspect our choots if you like. We are no longer virgins. More than a dozen 
men have fucked us.” 

“Don’t be so harsh on your chachi,” chacha said, “she is…….” 

Anita interrupted him, saying, “Yes, you are also to blame. Aap bhi tau humain 
chodene ko tayyar ho gaye the (You had also agreed to fuck us).” 

“Sach to yeh hai ki main tumhain kabhie nahin……  (Believe me, I would have 
never…….),” chacha said but realizing what he was about to say left the 
sentence incomplete. 

“Say it, don’t mince words. You wanted to say ‘fuck you’ isn’t it,” Anita coaxed. 

“Yes that is what I wanted to say,” chacha said defiantly, “You believe me don’t 
you?” 

“I believe you,” Amita said patting his hand reassuringly. 

“But I don’t. You would have fucked us because of her threat that she would 
hand us over to her brother, Lalu, with instructions that after he and his friends 
had their fill of our choots then he should sell us to a brothel. I know everything,” 
Anita said smugly.

“How do you know all this?” chacha asked. 

“Didi listened outside your window,” Anita said triumphantly. 

“Janaki, I was right. I did see a shadow outside the window that is why I switched 
off the lights,” chacha said to chachi. 

“Now I understand why you left your cupboard open,” Amita said. 

“Yes, I took a chance that it was one of you listening outside our window. I 
wanted you to go to a hotel for a couple of days till matters cooled down and not 
runaway like you did,” chacha said slapping Amita playfully. 

“Sorry, you should have told me,” Amita said. 

“Sorry for what? This does not change facts that this woman here is the cause of 
all our misery,” Anita said pointing her finger at chachi. 

“Quiet, you have said enough,” chacha said sharply, “Now listen to me.”

Anita shrugged and with a superior expression on her face said, “Alright, I am 
listening.” 

“When your chachi, found out that you had run away she was out of her mind 
with worry. For days she roamed and made me roam the streets trying to find 
you,” chacha said, “Not only that. Do you see that chair? From that day she 
stopped going to the temple and sat on that chair praying and looking out of the 
window, from first light till dark, without food or water, so that she does not miss 
seeing you should you pass this way.” 

“Oh chachi,” both the sisters said embracing her. 

“That night my choot was itching very badly and I was feeling very horny. The 
truth is that of late your chacha could not satisfy me. It was not me but my choot 
speaking. I did not mean what I said that night. Please forgive me,” chachi 
begged with folded hands, “I confess that I mistreated you because of the ill 
treatment I received at the hands of your grandmother and mother but when you 
ran away I realized how much I loved you.” 

“Oh chachi, I must ask for forgiveness for my rudeness not you,” Anita said and 
all three embraced each other and cried. 

End of part 7.

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