BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA’AM

(Part 13)

By Sahebji


First the last few lines of part 12:

I took her in my arms and kissing her tenderly asked, ‘Shanti, tell me how and at 
what age did you lose your cherry?’ 

‘Shaab, ek baar aur chodo phir jo aap kahoge main batauingi (Sir, fuck me one 
more time then I’ll tell you what you want),’ she said. 

‘All right but this time you fuck me like you fucked Mac for the first time,’ I said. 

She smiled and mounting me commenced fucking me. When she had finished I 
said, ‘Now tell me.’ 

‘Would you believe me if I told you that I lost my cherry when I didn’t know I had 
one and who took it?’ she said. 

Now for part 13:

‘No never,’ I replied laughing.

‘It is the truth,’ she said seriously.

“Okay, tell me,’ I said.

‘My father worked as a night watchman in the local high school. My mother died 
when I was only three. I was the only child of my parents. Therefore there was no 
one to guide me. As my father slept during the day I spent most of my time in the 
orchard of the school. One day when I got up after pissing, I saw two boys 
watching at me,’ Shanti started to tell her story. 

‘Kanchi, what were you doing squatting on the ground?’ they asked. 

‘Can’t you see I was pissing,’ I replied pointing to the puddle.

‘They didn’t believe me. One thing led to another. The boys persuaded me to lie 
down and show them my pee hole. One of the boys was examining my pee hole 
when suddenly I felt excruciating pain and became unconscious. When I came 
to, I found the second boy on top me and his bottoms were moving up and down. 
I still felt groggy. Suddenly, I felt something warm being injected inside me and 
the boys changed places.’

This story seemed familiar but still I asked, ‘If they were hurting you then why 
didn’t you shout for help?’ I said. 

‘I thought of it but what the boy was doing felt nice and I waited to see what 
happened. Before I knew the boy on top of me got off and made place for his 
friend. By the time the second boy spurted something warm inside me I had had 
my first orgasm. I had never felt such pleasurable sensation before.’ 

Afterwards, they helped me to my feet. ‘Kanchi, come tomorrow, we’ll play the 
same game again,’ they said and went off. 

‘I nodded but did not go to the orchard for two or three days because my choot 
was swollen and hurting. On the fourth day I felt the desire to feel the wonderful 
sensation again. I went to the orchard and the boys were there. We played the 
same game again. I went there daily but after six months they stopped coming.’ 

‘Sir, believe it or not this is how I lost my cherry before I knew I had one,’ Shanti 
said. 

‘I believe you. Didn’t the boys ask you your name? I asked. 

‘No sir. They didn’t ask. I didn’t tell them because I liked it when they called me 
Kanchi,’ she replied. 

‘Do you know their names,’ I asked. 

‘I never asked. They were always in a hurry. They came, fucked me and left. 
There was little or no conversation,’ Shanti replied. 

‘Will you be able to recognize them?’ I asked. 

‘No sir. It happened so long ago,’ Shanti replied. 

‘When did find out that you had lost your cherry?’ I asked. 

‘I found out about a year later. One afternoon I was waiting for Selma, my best 
friend, in the orchard. 

Selma was 14 years old. She knew much more about sex than me as she had 
two married sisters. When Selma came I could see that she was angry. Her face 
was red and she was repeatedly muttering, under her breath, ‘Haramzada kahin 
ka (The bastard).’ 

‘Whom are you calling a bastard?’ I asked laughing. 

‘Wohi, Ali darzi. Sala haramzada (Who else? Ali, the tailor. The bastard),’ She 
replied. 

‘Will you tell me what happened or continue abusing him,’ I said.

‘I went to him to have a blouse stitched. While taking my measurements he 
pressed my boobs several times. I didn’t say anything because I thought it was 
by accident. Then he winked at me and says Selma let us go in the back room. 
There I will take your measurements properly,’ she said.

‘You should have gone.  Where was the harm,’ I said.

‘Kya keh rahi tu? Woh haramzada meri kori bur phard deta aur mujhe kayi baar 
chodeta (What are saying? That bastard would have deflowered me and then 
fucked me silly,’ she said. 

‘What is fucking,’ I asked, innocently.

‘Gawd, you don’t know? ‘Shanti, tu bardi bholi hai. Tu usski dookan per akeli 
kabhie mat jayio. Tujhe tau woh harami zaroor chod dega (Shanti, you are a 
simpleton. Don’t you ever go to his shop alone. That bastard will surely fuck 
you),’ she said. 

Then she explained to me what fucking was. It was only then I realized what 
those two were doing. They were fucking me. I also remembered that it was 
pleasurable. I didn’t want to show that I knew too much therefore I said 
cautiously, ‘Chodene deti. Issme kya harz hai? (Where is the harm if he had 
fucked you?)’ 

‘Foolish girl, you don’t know anything,’ she said and proceeded to tell me all 
about virginity, marriage, menstruation and conception. I thanked my stars that I 
had not yet menstruated otherwise those boys would have made me pregnant. 

‘This is how I found out that I had lost my cherry,’ Shanti concluded. 

‘What happened next? Tell me your whole story till now,’ I said.

‘There is not much to tell,’ Shanti said, ‘nothing noteworthy happened till I got 
married. I was sixteen then. My husband was a widower. He was forty-five years 
old and had two sons, Ramu and Shyamu. Ramu was 12 and Shyamu 11.’

‘Didn’t your husband discover that you were not a virgin on your wedding night?’ I 
asked. 

‘Luckily no,’ she said, ‘that night my husband was drunk. He had been 
celebrating with his friends. As soon as he came to me he went straight for my 
choot and rammed his lund (cock) into it. He was so rough that I cried out in pain. 
It made no difference to him and he kept ramming his lund into me.’ 

‘More I complained harder he fucked and said, ‘Shanti, chudai ki aadat daal le. 
Ab roz raat ko main tujhe issi terah se chodunga (Shanti, might as well get used 
to fucking. I will fuck you like this every night).’ 

‘We were happy. The only problem was that I couldn’t get pregnant. He wanted a 
daughter. Despite his fucking me regularly I didn’t get pregnant. He took me to a 
hospital for a check up. After several tests the doctor told him that something was 
wrong inside me, I don’t remember what exactly he had said. That is why I 
couldn’t conceive. I thought my husband had reconciled himself to the fact I 
couldn’t get pregnant but I was mistaken. 

‘One afternoon, five years later, finding me alone in the house Ramu raped me. 
When my husband came I complained to him. He had been drinking. There was 
a half empty bottle in his coat pocket.’ 

‘CALL RAMU,’ he shouted drunkenly. 

‘Kya tu ne apni ma ko choda? (Did you fuck your mother?)’ he roared when 
Ramu came. 

‘I am sorry, papa. It will not happen again’ Ramu said with his head hanging with 
shame. 

‘Sorry! What sorry! It will happen again. I’ll make it happen,’ he laughed then 
looking at me sneered. ‘Do you know how I’ll make it happen?’  

I shook my head. 

‘She can’t produce children. I married a defective piece. There is something 
wrong inside her. This bitch is only good for fucking. Ramu, you want to fuck this 
bitch? Fuck her, I permit you to fuck her. If she gives you any trouble then hit her, 
understand? Still better, you fuck her now and I’ll watch,’ he said settling down 
comfortably and took a long swig from the near empty bottle.  

Ramu didn’t move. ‘Arre chod na, aaj se hum dono isse chodenge (Come on 
fuck her. We both will fuck her from today),’ he said.  

Then Ramu raped me in front of his father. A year later my husband gave 
Shyamu permission to fuck me also. Shaab, I really didn’t mind. My husband was 
getting old and was drinking too much. I had two virile men fucking me silly. My 
choot was happy and so was I. 

Couple of years later Ramu got married. On his wedding night my husband raped 
Ramu’s bride and saw to it that Shyamu also fucked her. When Ramu 
complained my husband said, ‘you ungrateful pup, you are fucking my wife for so 
many years and when I fuck your wife you complain.’ 

‘What have you done? Rashmi is your son’s bride,’ I protested. Rashmi was the 
bride’s name. 

‘Shut up, bitch,’ my husband said and then addressing Rashmi said, ‘In future all 
three of us will fuck you as we fuck this bitch here, understand.’ The poor hapless 
girl nodded. 

When Shyamu got married his wife, Shilpa, also got the same treatment. She 
blamed me for their plight. She would say, ‘If this woman had been stronger then 
today we both would not suffered the indignation of being fucked by three men.’ 

All my explanations fell on deaf ears. Over the years Shilpa had convinced 
Rashmi that I was the architect of their misery. For some years the men shared 
all three of us. 

Then my husband died. The Rashmi and Shilpa stopped doing household work 
and watched TV all day. They didn’t even look after their own children and left 
them to me. When I complained to their husbands they only shrugged and 
remained silent. After a year I couldn’t take it any more and left. 

I got a good job with a widow with three sons in their teens. Soon all three of 
them were fucking me. They were happy to share my choot. Then I went on long 
leave to Nepal. When I returned after two months, they fought over me and 
everything came out in the open. The result was that I was sacked. Then I got my 
present job. 

‘Has anyone other than Mac fucked you?’ I asked. 

‘No, only Mac sir. Many others have tried but I did not yield. It is nice comfortable 
job and I didn’t want the earlier situation to reoccur,’ Shanti replied.  

‘In main se kissi ne teri gaand maari hai (Has any of them fucked you in the ass 
hole?’ I asked. 

‘Oh yes,’ she said. 

‘Didn’t the two boys take your ass hole cherry?’ I asked. 

‘No sir. My husband took my ass hole cherry. He loved my butt and fucked it 
regularly. After him the youngest of the three brothers, I told you about, used to 
fuck me in my ass hole,’ she replied. 

‘Theek hai, ab main teri gaand marunga (Fine, now I’ll fuck you in your ass hole,’ 
I said. 

‘If you want to fuck my ass hole, do so by all means, but be gentle, your cock too 
big,’ she said, getting into ass fuck position. I applied oil on her puckered hole 
and pushed my whole cock into her butt in one stroke. 

‘AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE,’ she screamed, ‘Gawd sir, it hurts.’ When I 
had finished fucking her ass hole I fucked her one more time in her cunt. 

Then we dressed. ‘Sir, did my choot please you?’ she asked. 

‘Very much,’ I replied, ‘come again next week, same place same time.’ 

‘Yes sir. Thank you sir,’ she said and after wishing me good night left. 

When I got home I was told that Minu had called. I returned her called. ‘Babu, I 
want to meet you,’ she said. 

‘Why not? Would tomorrow evening at six p.m. suit you?’ I asked. 

‘No, can’t you meet me earlier,’ she asked. 

‘If you want I can come now?’ I said. 

‘That will be great. We’ll meet in half an hour at the West gate of the City Park,’ 
she said. 

She was waiting when I reached the West gate. ‘What the hell do you think you 
are doing?’ she asked before I could greet her. 

‘Me! I am doing nothing,’ I replied, ‘what happened?’ 

‘You know what happened. The whole school is rife with the rumor that a girl in a 
senior class is sleeping with her brother,’ she said. 

‘So? You think you are the only horny girl in the world to seduce your brother? 
There are probably several girls in you class who might be fucking their bothers. 
Why brothers only, they might have seduced their fathers,’ I said glibly, ‘why stop 
there? There are other male members like uncles, cousins…..’ 

‘AAWW, STOP IT,’ Minu yelled, ‘I know you are behind this rumor……. What the 
hell do you want from me?’  

‘You know what I want? I want to fuck your beautiful choot. Spend a whole 
afternoon naked in your arms,’ I said smiling. 

‘NEVER,’ she fumed. She then turned on her heels and rushed off.  

On Saturday I saw Shanti’s videotape and edited it to suit my purpose. 

In the evening when the Adams arrived they were accompanied by a very pretty 
girl of about fourteen years of age. 

‘Mary, won’t you introduce us to this pretty young lady? abbu said. 

‘Her name is Suzy. She is our new maid,’ Mary said, ‘Abbu, please have 
patience. I’ll explain later. Joey, go call Bela and the other maids.’ 

‘Yes mom,’ Joey replied grinning broadly. 

‘Joey, no hanky panky, when I say call them, I mean now,’ Mary said.  

The grin on Joey’s face faded and he said, grimly, ‘Yes mom.’ 

‘Suzy, will you like to live in this big house?’ Mary asked. 

‘Oh yes mom. It is so big and so beautiful,’ Suzy replied. 

‘You understand that big house means lot of work,’ Mary said. 

‘I am not afraid of hard work,’ Suzy said. 

Just then the three maids entered the room followed by Joey. The maids were 
naked. ‘Look mom, they are naked,’ Suzy giggled. 

‘Yes child,’ Mary said, ‘If you work here then you must also take your clothes off.’ 

‘I don’t mind,’ Suzy said, ‘Mom, shall I undress now.’ 

‘Not now, my dear, later,’ Mary said, ‘Bela, from today Suzy will work here like 
you three. Take her with you. Mehru will tell her duties later. You understand?’ 

‘Yes ma’am, perfectly,’ Bela said, placing a finger on the lips.  

‘Good girl,’ Mary said. 

‘Come Suzy,’ Bela said and led her out of the room. 

‘Abbu, I am sorry if I was rude to you earlier,’ Mary said apologizing. 

‘Pretty lady, I don’t mind as long as you do your apologizing with your cunt?’ 
abbu said laughing. 

‘Not at all, it will be my pleasure,’ Mary replied, starting to peel off her clothes. 

‘Hey stop! First tell us where did you get her from?’ I asked. 

‘Believe it or not I got her from the church,’ Mary giggled. 

‘Tell him also why is she here,’ John said. 

‘Of course. Babu, you gave me so much pleasure on the first night that I wanted 
to give you a present. Suzy is your Christmas present,’ Mary said.  

‘Thank you very much Mary, I appreciate it. I hope you give many such presents 
in the future,’ I chuckled, embracing her.

‘You got her from the church? I didn’t know they had started dealing in young 
virgins,’ Uncle Mohan said. 

‘Of course not, silly. It is a long story,’ Mary said. 

‘It is very interesting you should hear it,’ John said. 

‘Let us help ourselves to a drink then you can tell the story,’ ammi said. 

After we had settled down Mary started her tale, ‘Couple of weeks after we 
shifted here I went to the church. I thought Father Brown’s face was familiar but I 
couldn’t place him. On a later occasion I saw Suzy leaving his study. Her face 
was flushed and she wiping her mouth with her sleeve. I did not pay much 
attention to it then.’  

‘On Monday, I remembered who he was. Janet, my best friend, had committed 
suicide because of him and he was doing the same thing with Suzy. I took her 
last letter in which she had pointed the finger at him and shoving it my purse, I 
drove to the church. I was very angry. I planned to expose him. This man had to 
be taught a lesson. When I reached the church I was told that he was in his 
study.’ 

‘So you are still up to your old tricks,’ I said, bursting into his study without 
knocking. 

‘Ah, Mrs. Adams, come in,’ he said politely, ‘what “old tricks” are you referring 
to?’

‘You know what I mean,’ I said, ‘I saw Suzy leaving your study the other day.’ 

‘Oh Yes, dear Suzy comes to my study quite often,’ Father Brown said.  

‘For drinking the “Holy Water” from your private dispenser, no doubt,’ I said 
sarcastically. 

‘I don’t understand, please don’t speak in riddles Mrs. Adams,’ he replied. 

‘Twenty years ago were you posted in A**gar**l?’ I asked. 

‘Yes but…’ he replied.  

‘Do you remember Janet, a gentle soul? Who wouldn’t harm an ant even if it bit 
her?’ I said interrupting him, ‘

‘What has…,’ he said. 

‘Please Father, let me tell you a story,’ I said, cutting him off again, ‘In a small 
town once lived a very religious family. They believed that after God the priest is 
cat’s whiskers. He can do anything. They had a daughter, Janet. When Janet 
was thirteen she got sick. They had her treated but it did not help so as a last 
resort they asked their priest for help. The priest took the thirteen-year-old under 
his care. Janet started to visit the church three times a week.’

‘One day the priest told her she needed to drink “Holy Water” to cleanse her soul. 
Poor Janet started to suck his cock and swallow his cum. Three months later to 
clean her lower half of her body; he took her cherry and started pouring “Holy 
Water” into her lower mouth.’ 

‘She looked healthier. Her cheeks glowed and she and her parents were happy. I 
was her best friend. She told me everything. I told her to break off with him as 
this would only bring grief to her. She didn’t listen. By that time she was hooked 
on fucking. 

‘Then the inevitable happened. She got pregnant. The priest refused to help her. 
All he said was to have an abortion. She wouldn’t do that because of her belief. 
At last she got so frustrated that she hung herself.’ 

‘Do you know who the priest was? You, Father Brown, you were the priest. You 
were responsible for my best friend’s death and I’ll see to it that you are 
punished,’ I said. 

‘Who will believe you? Janet is dead it’ll be your word against mine,’ he replied.

‘No Father, Janet is not dead,’ I said, triumphantly pulling out the letter from my 
purse, ‘her body may not be here but her written word is. Here in this letter to me, 
written few hours before she took the ultimate step. In this letter she has 
described everything in great detail.’

‘If the letter is genuine then why have you waited for twenty years before 
producing it,’ Father Brown asked,

‘The letter is genuine enough to send you to jail,’ I said, ‘Luckily for you that it 
was received when I was at Janet’s funeral. When I got back my mummy said 
that a letter had arrived for me and she had placed it in the book I was reading. 
Unfortunately, I assumed that it was from Amrit, a boy in my class, who was 
pestering me to go out with him. I was so grief stricken that I was in no mood to 
read his drivel. Later, I couldn’t find it. Five years later when Martha was getting 
married I found it. I was shocked at its content.’

‘If the letter is really genuine you should have told the world then. Why now?’ 
Father Brown said. 

‘I wanted to expose you but Martha said that they will dig her up. Why disturb 
her. Janet’s parents had also reconciled themselves to their loss. I didn’t want to 
open old wounds. You had been shifted to another city and I hoped you had 
learnt your lesson,’ I said, ‘why now? Because the other day I saw Suzy leave 
your study, her face was flushed and she wiping her mouth with her sleeve. I 
didn’t attach any sinister meaning to it. Today I placed you. I also realized what 
Suzy had been doing. You felt no remorse. I didn’t want Suzy to go the same 
way as Janet. So I came here to expose you.’ 

‘What can a twenty year letter do?’ he said.

‘I’ll find out where Janet’s parent now and send it to them. They will definitely 
report you to the Church. I am sure you did not stop “cleansing” girls in the last 
two decades. There will be lots of publicity and some of the girls, who have 
suffered silently at your hands, may find enough courage to speak up against 
you,’ I said.

‘Mrs. Adams is it necessary to dig up the past? Maybe we can come to an 
understanding. Suzy…’ he said. 

‘He was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Suzy. While he talked to Suzy, 
I saw Saira in her, a young virgin. I also recalled Seema telling me that she had 
presented her to Babu for his graduation. Suddenly I knew what I wanted. I 
wanted Suzy. I cared two hoots whether Father Brown went to jail or not. 
Someday, God would punish him.’ 

Coming back Father Brown said, ‘I was saying… is it necessary to dig up the 
past? Can’t we both come to an understanding?’ 

‘I perceived a slight movement below and looked down. I was shocked at what I 
saw. Father Brown, while talking to Suzy, had opened his fly. His tool was 
sticking out in all its glory and jerking involuntarily. It was probably this movement 
that had caught my eye.’

‘It was not an ordinary cock. It was huge. It was tad bigger than Babu’s. The 
juices in my cunt started to flow. My panties became soaked in no time. For a 
moment I forgot about Suzy and wanted to impale myself on this magnificent 
specimen of manhood and fuck it till cum oozed out of my nose and ears.’

Somehow I managed to control myself. ‘Put it away, you horny man. When I get 
home my husband will fuck me silly,’ I laughed. 

‘What a pity? You are very beautiful. I would have loved…..’ he said.  

‘Tell me about Suzy,’ I said interrupting him.  

‘Mrs. Adams, don’t decide in haste. Many women come to me 
for…ummm…solace and none has been disappointed,’ he said. 

‘I don’t doubt your word but as far I am concerned the answer is no, definitely 
NO,’ I laughed, ‘now tell me about Suzy.’ 

‘All right,’ he sighed, putting away the biggest cock I have ever seen, ‘Suzy is an 
orphan. She lost her entire family in a car crash on her birthday. That is the 
reason she is not fully there.’

‘Are you sure?’ I asked. 

‘She is very bright but sometimes she is acts a bit strangely,’ he said.

‘All right continue,’ I said. 

‘For six months she was shuttled from one relative to another. No one wanted 
her. Three months back they brought her here with the request to find work and a 
good home for her.’

‘What sort of work can she do?’ I asked. 

‘She can do household chores or any other similar job. I guess, she could even 
look after a small child,’ he said. 

‘It should not have been difficult to find her a job?’ I said. 

‘To tell you the truth I didn’t try too hard for obvious reasons,’ he smiled. 

‘Naturally,’ I said sarcastically, ‘Since when is she drinking the “Holy Water”?’ 

‘She started fifteen days after she came here,’ he said. 

‘Have you also….’ I said leaving the sentence unfinished. 

‘No I haven’t. She is still a virgin. I was saving her cherry for the New Year’s Eve. 
I had planned to ring in the New Year with her cherry,’ he said.  

‘Okay, I’ll take Suzy in lieu of keeping quiet,’ I said. 

‘You can take her in the New Year,’ he said. 

‘No Father, I mean now,’ I laughed. 

‘After two months…now…. After a week… now…. Okay, take her tomorrow,’ he 
said finally. 

He didn’t give up easily. We both wanted Suzy’s cherry. 

‘No, now, I said, like in right away. Call her and tell her,’ I said. 

‘You must love your husband a lot to provide him with a virgin to deflower,’ he 
said. 

‘That is none of your business,’ I said, laughing. 

‘You will take the girl and give me the letter?’ he asked. 

‘No, the deal is, I’ll take Suzy and keep the letter also. Only as a precaution 
against you in case you tried any monkey business. I promise to keep quiet and 
to bury the letter deep in my trunk where it lay till now. Take it or leave it,’ I said 
with finality. 

‘You think that is fair?’ he asked. 

‘You think making a young girl drink your cum is fair? You think deflowering them 
is fair? Yes… then what I have proposed is also fair,’ I said, ‘anyway I don’t 
require the wretched letter. All I have to is persuade Suzy to tell the congregation 
what you have been up to. Then, Father Brown, even God won’t be able to help 
you.’ 

‘You are a tough bargainer,’ he laughed and called Suzy. 

‘Suzy, this is Mrs. Adams. She has offered you her home. You will work as a 
maid in exchange,’ he said. 

‘Suzy, the work is light and you will be like a member of the family. You’ll have a 
family again.’ 

‘Yes, ma’am,’ Suzy said. 

‘Call me mom like my children do and my husband dad. You’ll have two sisters, 
Rose and Sara, and a brother, Joey. He is a rascal but you’ll get along with him,’ 
I chuckled. 

‘Yes ma’am, oh sorry, mom,’ Suzy smiled. 

‘Suzy, go pack your things Mrs. Adams would like to take you now,’ Father 
Brown said. 

‘Father I have one request,’ I said after Suzy had gone to pack, ‘Fuck as many 
girls or women you like but don’t make an unmarried girl pregnant.’ 

‘Don’t worry,’ he laughed, ‘after the episode with Janet I got vasectomy done.’  

As we were leaving Suzy said, ‘Father, what about my New Year present you 
promised?’ 

‘Mrs. Adams will give you one otherwise come to the church and collect it,’ he 
said. 

‘What is this about a present?’ I asked. 

‘It is nothing. I meant to give her my cock,’ he whispered. 

‘What do you mean it is nothing? It is huge,’ I whispered back. 

‘Let me know if I can be of any service,’ he said, smiling. 

‘I definitely will,’ I giggled, slipping the car into gear. 

When we were on our way I assured Suzy that she would be happy living with 
us. Her dad, sisters and brother will love her. ‘I am sure I’ll be very happy,’ she 
said politely. 

‘Suzy, tell me something about your parents and yourself,’ I said. 

‘My father was a foreman in the big car factory and mummy was a waitress in 
their canteen. My daddy loved me. He was the best daddy in the world. I loved 
him so much,’ she said and started to cry. 

‘I am sure he was. Take your time I am in no hurry,’ I said gently. 

‘No, it is all right,’ she said wiping her tears, ‘Daddy used to say…. ‘Doll, he 
always called me Doll, we will celebrate your fourteenth birthday in grand style. 
We’ll drive down to a luxury hotel and check in, in their best suite.’ 

‘Won’t that be very expensive?’ I would say. 

‘Expensive? Nothing is too expensive for my Doll. We’ll order champagne and 
caviar and…and…. ‘ she said, bursting out in tears. She was so overwhelmed 
with grief that she couldn’t continue. For a while we drove in silence. 

‘Suzy, since when are you drinking the “Holy Water”?’ I asked. 

‘You know,’ she whispered. 

‘Of course, I have known Father Brown now for over two decades,’ I laughed. 

‘D…Did you also suck his cock?’ She said. 

‘The girl knows what she was doing,’ I thought. 

‘No, I didn’t but I knew a girl of your age who did,’ I replied, ‘when did you realize 
you were sucking his cock?’ 

‘From the very beginning but I didn’t let on,’ she giggled, ‘you see on my twelfth 
birthday my mummy taught me how to give daddy and Paul, my elder brother, a 
blowjob. Daddy had promised me that he would deflower me on my fourteenth 
birthday.’ 

I was shocked. Had I saddled myself with a fucked cunt? 

‘Did he?’ I asked, crossing my fingers. 

‘No, he didn’t get a chance,’ she said. I breathed a sigh of relief. 

‘Why what happened?’ I said. 

‘On my fourteenth birthday daddy, mummy and Paul were coming to pick me up 
from school. We were to go to a luxury hotel and after checking in, in their best 
suite, order champagne and caviar. While Paul opened the bottle of champagne, 
daddy would have opened my cunt. Then we four would have fucked, fucked and 
fucked the whole weekend. But before all this could happened God struck and in 
one stroke wiped out my whole family,’ she said and fell silent. 

‘Suzy, what was this about a present?’ I asked. I had to be sure what Father 
Brown had told me was the truth and Suzy was still a virgin. 

‘I don’t rightly know but my guess is that Father Brown would have deflowered 
me on New Year Eve,’ she replied. 

‘Are you a virgin?’ I asked. 

‘Absolutely,’ she replied.

‘Suzy, why didn’t your relatives accept you?’ I asked. 

‘They were puritans. They didn’t like the way I was brought up. One Uncle didn’t 
like me sleeping in the raw, another objected to my taking a bath with my female 
cousin of my age and one aunt was scared because her husband was taking too 
much interest in me. The list goes on and on. One day they decided to leave me 
in the church. They did not care that I had to suck Father Brown‘s cock and wait 
patiently to be deflowered on New Year Eve,’ she said sobbing quietly. 

‘I thought you were looking forward to be fucked,’ I asked. 

‘Of course, I was. I cried because I felt so unwanted, so rejected,’ she said. 

‘Darling, I love you,’ I said, pressing her hand.

When we got home I introduced her to the family. Joey was the one who was 
most excited. 

‘Rose, Sara please help Suzy bring up her luggage,’ I said. 

When the three had left, Joey said bubbling with excitement, ‘Where will she 
sleep? There is bed empty in my room. She can sleep there.’

‘You rascal, so that you can pop her cherry,’ I said. 

‘The thought had crossed my mind,’ Joey grinned. 

‘Listen you two,’ I said, wagging my forefinger at John and Joey, ‘don’t you dare 
stick your cock in her choot, not even your little finger. So from now on keep your 
pants on, open your fly only to piss otherwise keep the zip tightly closed and your 
hands in your pocket. She is a virgin and I want that she remains a virgin. 
Understood?’ 

‘Agar hum isse chod nahin sakte tau aap isse kyon laayi hain? (If we can’t fuck 
her then why have you brought her),’ Joey said, making a face. 

‘Good question and you know that we don’t need a maid,’ John said. 

‘I have brought her for Babu. I am planning to present her to him. He has given 
me and the girls so much pleasure that I would like to reciprocate,’ I said, ‘John, I 
hope you don’t mind?’ 

‘No problem,’ John replied sportingly, ‘Joey, let Babu deflower her then we’ll fuck 
her silly.’ 

‘When do you plan to present her to Babu? Joey asked. 

‘I was thinking of Christmas,’ I replied. 

‘What! For three months we’ll have to see her around before we can plug her,’ 
Joey groaned. 

‘Joey, three months is not a long period. Whenever you want to fuck then your 
sisters are there If you like you can fuck me also. Weekends we spend with the 
Khans at their house. There you have no dearth of cunts,’ I explained. 

‘Okay mom, I’ll try and control myself,’ Joey said. 

I trusted them but with horny Suzy, eager to lose her cherry, any man could lose 
control. So I kept an eye on her. John slept in Joey’s room and I made Suzy 
sleep in John’s bed. When I went out I took her with me. In the apartment I made 
sure never to leave her alone for too long. 

One day I had to go out and couldn’t take Suzy with me. When I came back I saw 
Suzy giving Joey a blowjob. Although what they were doing was quite harmless 
from my point of view but in heat of passion it could go out of control and Suzy 
would lose her cherry. 

‘What may I ask is going on here?’ I said. 

Joey, tucking his cock in his pants hastily, slid out of the room leaving Suzy to 
face the music. Suzy was unfazed. She stood up slowly and said, ‘Mom, you 
must show Joey to the doctor. I have sucked his cock for nearly an hour or so. 
He has had several orgasms but he did not ejaculate even once. His cock is 
absolutely dry.’ 

I laughed, ‘Darling, Joey is still young. Give him time he will spurt more cum than 
you can swallow. Tell me who started this?’ 

‘I don’t know for sure. We were sitting in the living room watching an adult movie, 
which Joey had brought. There was a scene where the heroine sucks heroes 
cock.  

‘Suzy, have you ever done this before?’ Joey asked me pointing to the screen. 

‘Of course I have. The other day I sucked dad’s cock. His cum is very tasty, thick 
and creamy,’ I replied.  

‘Why don’t you suck my cock and see if “tasty cum” runs in the family,’ Joey said 
opening his fly. 

‘Whaaat! You sucked dad’s cock? Did he ask you to?’ I asked. 

‘No, he didn’t,’ Suzy replied, ‘Today morning, when I went into Joey’s room dad 
was sleeping. His cock was standing. I decided to give him relief and started to 
suck it. Dad opened his eyes and tried to stop me but I sucked on till he shot his 
cum in my mouth.’

That night I gave the matter a lot of thought. I came to the conclusion that 
keeping Suzy here is dangerous. Today it was cock sucking tomorrow it could 
easily be fucking. There was not only danger from John and Joey but also from 
other men in the building. One word from them and Suzy would spread her legs. 
The best would be to present her to Babu at the first opportunity. Today is the 
first opportunity. 

‘Babu, for the pleasures you have given my family and me, I am presenting Suzy 
to you. You can deflower her when you please,’ Mary said formally. 

End of part 13.

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