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   By Sahebji

   How can I ever forget that day?  It was the thirtieth of April five
years ago.  It changed my life.  Till that fateful day my life was a long
bore.

   Everyday, the same old routine - school in the morning, homework/studies
in the afternoon, hang out with friends in the evening, watch TV, then
dinner and into bed.  Life was bypassing me.

   I had only two pleasures in life, one to masturbate and second to watch
Kiran, a cheerleader of our school and then masturbate some more.  I saw
all the important games, which our school played, not because I was
interested in them, but to watch Kiran, jumping and screeching.  If during
her antics, I got a glimpse of her panties, then my day was made.  That
evening, I'd go home and jerk off like mad.

   Kiran was gorgeous.  For me she was the most beautiful and the sexiest
girl in the whole world.  She was fourteen or fifteen years old with
shoulder length bobbed black hair and big boobs.  She usually wore tight
fitting tops.  No, I am not complaining.  I loved her shapely tits with
their pointed nipples, trying to tear through their confinement, so that
the whole world could admire them too.

   A word about me: My name is Babban Khan, six feet tall, slim with a good
physique and a disproportionately long nose.  By nature I was shy and felt
awkward in presence of girls.  Maybe this was the reason; I had never been
on a date.  I wanted to ask Kiran out but whenever the opportunity arose,
my tongue froze.

   Then one-day, when I was eighteen, Providence dealt a new
hand...changing my life altogether.  Yes, it was the thirtieth of April,
five years ago.

   Thirtieth of April was also the last day of my schooling.  It was a
scorcher, with hot wind blowing across the school grounds.  On that day we,
Malcolm (Mac), Jaswinder (Jas), Ravindran (Ravi) and I, sat under a tree to
escape the heat, discussing our last school exam, which we had just taken.

   We four had been together for the last ten years and were best of
friends.  Some students referred to us as the "Four Musketeers", while the
others called us "The Unseparables".

   It was on this day "The Unseparables" were destined to separate.  With
our schooling behind us, we would walk different paths to achieve our
personal goals and ambitions in life.

   Mac wanted to be a chartered accountant; Jas, a doctor and Ravi planned
to study engineering in the local college.

   'Babu, what do you plan to study?' Mac asked.

   'Me?  Nothing, I am fed up of studies,' I replied.

   'I wouldn't study either if my dad was as rich as yours and owned three
factories,' Jas said.

   'Come on guys, it is no fault of mine that my old man is rich,' I
laughed.

   'Why don't you join the family business and have fun,' Mac suggested.

   'That is exactly what I wanted but abbu (daddy) insists that I, at
least, take a bachelors degree.' I replied.

   'Then my friend, you are stuck with books for at least next three
years,' Ravi laughed.

   'No way,' I chuckled, 'I have located a two-year bachelor's course in
Tourism.  It'll be a cakewalk with oodles of free time to have fun.'

   We talked about many things.  Slowly, the conversation drifted to girls
and sex, as it always did.  Just then a group of girls walked by.

   'Look at those girls, I'd give an arm to screw anyone of them,' I
sighed.

   'Even Malti?  She is so fat and ugly,' Mac laughed.

   'I don't care about her size, shape or looks, as long as she has a cunt
and I can lose my cherry,' I declared.

   'God, are you still a virgin?' Mac asked.

   'Of course I am.  Aren't you?' I asked, surprised.

   'No, I am not,' Mac laughed.

   'What about you guys?' I asked Jas and Ravi.  To my surprise they also
said that were also not virgins.

   'Gosh guys, you are so lucky,' I said, 'Why didn't you mention it
before? How did it happen?  Please tell me about it.'

   'I have no objection to tell you but only if Jas and Ravi also do the
same,' Mac said, agreeing.  Jas and Ravi were reluctant but consented after
swearing us to secrecy.

   'About a year ago,' Mac started to narrate his experience, 'one evening
my parents were away and my younger sister, our maid Shanti and I were
alone in the apartment.'

   'After dinner I lay naked in bed, reading an erotic story and caressing
my hard on, when I suddenly heard a sound.  I lowered the book and was
shocked to see Shanti staring at my erect cock, with a glass of milk in her
hand.'

   I cursed myself for forgetting that Shanti would be bringing milk for
me. 'Khardi, khardi kya dekh rahi hai?  Kya tune ek mard ka laurda pahele
nahin dekha?  Jaa yahan se?  (What are you staring at?  Haven't you seen a
man's cock before?  Go from here?)' I said, trying to hide my cock.

   'Shaab, kayi laurde dekhe hain lakin aapke jitna barda pahele naahin
dekha (Sir, I have seen many cocks but never one as big as yours),' she
replied, without moving, 'Apne laurde ko mat chupao.  Mujhe barde lund
achche lagte hain (Don't hide it.  I love big cocks).'

   'Shaab?  Is Shanti from Nepal?' I asked.
(Note: - Most people from Nepal pronounce 'S' as 'Sh')
'Sorry, I should have told you about her before.  Yes, she is from
Nepal. She is very fair, pleasant looking and is in her mid twenties with

tennis ball sized boobs,' Mac elaborated.

   'We get the picture, now go on,' Ravi said.

   'Tu yahan se jaa nahin tau main tujhe chod doonga (Go from here
otherwise I will fuck you),' I said, standing up.

   'Shaab, sab log dhamki hee dete hain lakin koyi chodeta nahin (Sir,
people only threaten but nobody fucks me),' she replied, grinning like an
ape.

   As soon as the import of her words sank into my brain, I grabbed her and
throwing her on the bed got on top of her.

   'Shaab, jaldi kya hai?  Mujhe kapdre tau uttarne do, phir meri choot ka
mazaa lena (Sir, what is the hurry?  Let me undress first and then enjoy my
cunt),' she said, calmly.

   Impatiently, I watched her as she slowly undressed.  When she was naked
I could not help staring at her big swinging boobs and shaven choot. 
Believe me guys she looked very attractive.  Then she lay down on the bed
and spreading her legs said, 'Aao Shaab, meri bahon me aao (Sir, come into
my arms),'

   Her hairless choot gave rise to doubts in my mind.  'Tujhe koyi beemaari
tau nahin?  (Are you sure you are not sick or something?' I asked, fearing
that her hair may have fallen off due to some disease.

   'Shaab, fikar mat karo main theek hoon.  Aapko kuch nahin hoga.  Ab
batein baad main, pahele ek baar chod tau lo (Sir, don't worry I am okay.
Nothing will happen to you.  We can talk later, first fuck me once),' she
said, moving her bottoms in fuck motion.

   I was too excited to think rationally.  Disease or no disease, I got on
top of her and shoved my cock into her choot.  Oh guys, it felt so good. 
Her choot was wet and hotter than an oven.  Without wasting any time, I
started to bang her hard.

   'Shaab, dhire dhire.  Iss terah hum dono ko jaida mazaa aayega (Sir,
slowly.  This way we both will enjoy more),' she advised.  I slowed down
and started to fuck her with long slow strokes.

   It was not long before she started to moan and her hips moved in rhythm
of my strokes.  'Shanti, mera nikalne wala hai (Shanti, I am about to cum),
I said and started to withdraw my cock from her hot fuck tube.

   'Hai, laurda nikaalna nahin.  Phikar mat karo kuch nahin hoga.  Jaldi se
aur chodo.  Main jardne hee waali thi (Please don't withdraw your cock. 
Don't worry nothing will happen.  Fuck me quickly.  I was about to cum),'
she begged, urgently.

   Swayed by her urgent plea, I pushed my cock back inside her and fucked
her till we both came.

   'Shaab, it was lovely.  Do you know that this is my first fuck in a long
time?' she sighed, 'Did you also enjoy it?'

   'Yes, it was heavenly,' I replied, 'Are you sure that you won't get
pregnant?'

   She then told me that in the first year of her marriage she conceived
thrice.  Each time she had a miscarriage.  When I became pregnant for the
fourth time, the doctor terminated it because it could have been dangerous
to her life and to avoid further pregnancies removed her uterus.

   'What happened to the hair?' I asked, rubbing her cunt.

   'Oh, that!  Men like hairless cunts therefore I shave them,' she
replied. Later she showed me how she did it.

   'After that night we fuck whenever we get an opportunity,' Mac said,
finishing his story.

   'Mac, you are very lucky to find such a horny maid,' I said and turning
to Jas and Ravi added, 'now it is your turn.'

   Both wanted the other one to tell his story first.  'Stop arguing,' Mac
said, 'I'll settle the issue.  Jas, when did you lose your cherry?'

   'Six months ago,' Jas replied.

   'Ravi you?' Mac continued.

   'Three months ago,' Ravi replied.

   'I lost mine a year ago.  Let's go by seniority, Jas it is your turn,'
Mac said, settling the issue.

   'I will only tell if you promise not to tell anyone,' Jas said.

   'What do you want us to do?  Place our hand on the bible and swear
before a magistrate in court?' Mac asked, sarcastically, 'Haven't we
promised already?'

   'Sorry, I was just making sure,' Jas said, sheepishly.

   'All right here goes.  You know my younger sister Minu, don't you?' Jas
asked, starting his story.

   'Of course, we have met her several times.  I have always wondered, how
an ugly fellow like you, could have such a pretty sister?' Ravi chuckled.

   'Oh my God!  Don't tell me you have fucked your own sister?' Mac
exclaimed, horrified.

   'No, it can't be,' I said, 'he must have fucked one of Minu's friends
and not her.'

   Minu studied in our school also.  She was fourteen-year-old, beautiful
with well-developed boobs.

   'Do you remember the day I scored the winning goal to lift the inter
school football trophy?' Jas continued, ignoring our comments.

   'How can we forget?' Ravi laughed, 'you keep reminding us about your
feat every other day.'

   'Listen guys, if you continue to pass comments and make snide remarks
then I will stop right here,' Jas said, getting annoyed.

   'Sorry Jas, please go on,' Ravi said.

   'Jas, just one question,' Mac intervened, 'Are you telling us the story
of your first fuck or playing twenty questions?'

   'Shut up guys,' I said, 'it is his story.  Let him tell it the way he
wants to.'

   'Then you will also recall that on that day Kiran had sprained her ankle
and I gave her a lift home on my motorbike?' Jas continued unruffled,
asking yet another question.

   'Hai Allah, tune mere sapnon ki shehzaadi ki bur phard dee?  (Oh my God,
you have deflowered the princess of my dreams?)' I asked, holding my heart.


   'BABU!' Jas shouted.

   'Sorry,' I said, placing my finger on my lips.

   'When I was driving her home she held on to me tightly.  Her big boobs
were pressing against my back.  Each time I hit a pothole or drove over a
bump on the road, they rubbed against me, making my cock rock hard,' Jas
said, finally getting on with his story, 'Naturally, I took the longest
route I could think off and went through every pothole on the way.  When we
reached her home I was still stone hard.'

   'Jas, come in and have a cold drink,' Kiran suggested, but I was in no
condition to get off my bike.

   'Some other day,' I told her, 'I must go home as my parents are away and
Minu is alone.'

   'On the way home I cooled down to some extend but still felt very horny.
'MINU!  MINU!' I shouted as I entered our apartment, receiving no reply. 
Probably she has gone out I thought and pouring myself a large glass of
milk from the fridge carried it to my room.'

   'After the game I was feeling very dirty and decided to take a shower. I
undressed in my room and entered the bathroom.  I must clarify that Minu
and I had separate rooms but had to share one bathroom, which was between
our rooms.'

   'When I pulled back the shower curtain I was shocked to see Minu
standing naked.  My cock immediately stood up to get a better look at her
shapely tits and her choot.'

   'S...S...Sorry Minu, I did not know that you were taking a shower,' I
stuttered apologetically, but couldn't drag my eyes away from her
nakedness.

   'I am not taking a shower you idiot, but waiting for you for the last
half an hour,' she replied, calmly.

   'B...B...But why?' I asked, still in a daze.

   'Because I want this,' she replied, grabbing my erection, 'Bhaiya (elder
brother) please fuck me.'

   'Minu have you gone mad?  I am your brother?' I said, shocked.

   'I don't care if you are my brother or my father.  I have lusted for you
for over a year now and today I will not let this opportunity slip through
my fingers.  I will force you to fuck me,' she said, starting to pump my
cock with her hand.

   'B...B...But...' I started to protest.

   'No buts my dear brother.  Fuck me and now,' she replied and taking my
cock in her mouth commenced to suck it.

   Friends, I was already feeling horny because of what had happened with
Kiran and seeing Minu naked made me lose control.  I picked up her lithe
figure in my arms and carried her into my bedroom.

   Then laying her down on the bed shoved my erection into her virgin
choot. 'AAAAYYYYYYIIIIIEEEEEE,' she screamed with pain as my cock tore
through her virginity.

   'Does it hurt a lot?  Shall I withdraw?  I offered, not wanting to cause
her undue pain.

   'Don't you dare take it out.  Now start fucking.  I will deal with the
pain,' she replied, holding me tightly.

   I started the to and fro motion.  God, her cunt was so tight that within
a few minutes I felt my seed rising.  When I was ready to cum I withdrew
from her tight sheath and jettisoned my load on her stomach.

   'Oh bhaiya, why have you stopped?' she moaned, opening her eyes.

   'I didn't want to make you pregnant,' I replied, kissing her, 'did you
also cum?'

   'No but I was about to,' she moaned, rubbing my seed on her body.

   'I am sorry but your cunt is so tight that I couldn't help coming so
soon,' I apologized.

   'Never mind, I will cum when you fuck me again,' she said.

   Without a word I got up and started to get dressed.  'Bhaiya, where are
you going?' Please don't leave me hanging like this,' she pleaded.

   'I'll be right back.  Wait for me right here.' I replied, running out of
the room.

   Then I drove to the market and bought a box of condoms.  On return I
found that Minu had dozed off.  I woke her by kissing and licking her choot
tenderly.

   'Oh bhaiya, I am so glad that you are back,' she said, 'Please fuck me
again.'

   'Yes I will and this time we both will have our full pleasure,' I said,
showing her my condom clad cock.

   That night we both slept together.  The next day we bunked school and
fucked all over the apartment including on our parent's bed.

   'Since then we fuck whenever we get a chance,' Jas said, concluding his
story.

   'What about Kiran?  Did you fuck her also?' I asked.

   'No, I haven't,' Jas replied, 'She did hint a couple of times to go on a
date but I was so taken up with Minu that I acted dumb.'

   'Jas, you are a prize ass,' Mac said, 'you should have fucked Kiran
also.'

   'Yeah, you should have.  Girls are born to be fucked,' Ravi said,
endorsing Mac's views.

   'Well, it is too late now.  She has slipped through your fingers,' I
said, feeling pleased, 'Ravi now it is your turn.'

   'I lost my cherry on last Holi (Festival of Colors),' Ravi started to
tell his story, 'My father was on tour leaving Mama and me to celebrate the
festival alone.

   Like every year the residents of our multi-storied building had made
arrangements to play Holi on its grounds.  Mother and I also joined them.
Later, I went to play Holi with some friends.  There I had too much to
drink and was drunk when I returned home.'

   'About time!' mama said, sarcastically, 'I was about to have my bath. 
You also bathe and then we'll eat lunch.'

   'Yes, mama,' I managed to murmur and went to my room.  I felt suffocated
in my room and stepped out onto the balcony to get some fresh air.  The
fresh air felt good.  I saw chairs stacked on the other end.  In our
apartment my parent's bedroom and my room have a common balcony.

   When I went to fetch a chair, I passed the window of my parent's
bedroom. The window was open and I saw my mother standing naked in front of
a full-length mirror.  She was squeezing her big tits with one hand and
rubbing her choot with the other.  Her eyes were closed and she was moaning
softly.

   Suddenly, something snapped in my brain.  I climbed into the room and
grabbing her pushed her towards the bed.

   'RAVI, LET ME GO,' she shouted, 'HAVE YOU GONE MAD, I AM YOUR MOTHER.'

   I was so mad with drink and lust that I didn't pay any heed to her
pleas. I forced open her legs and rammed my cock into her choot.  She tried
to dislodge me but I held on and started to fuck her with all my might.

   After a while she stopped struggling and let me do what I wanted.  I
kept pushing my cock in and out of her cunt till I came.  It was only then
that I realized what I had done.

   'Mama, please forgive me,' I apologized, 'I don't know what got into
me.'

   Mama did not reply but kept staring at me.  There was a strange gleam in
her eyes.

   'Please mama, punish me if you like,' I pleaded with tears of remorse in
my eyes, 'I will cut my cock off, if you want.'

   'Ravi, don't you even think of it,' she replied, taking my limp cock in
her hand.

   Her touch sent an electric current through me and my cock became erect
again.  'Oh my God, it is hard again,' she mumbled, surprised.

   'Mama, scold me, hit me but say something,' I begged, 'Oh, I am so
ashamed of myself.'

   'Ravi, what has happened has happened.  We can't undo it even if we
wanted to.' She said, calmly.

   'Oh mama, believe me, I was drunk and didn't know what I was doing,' I
said, weeping openly.

   'You will do what I say?' she asked.

   'Yes, yes I will do anything to make up for my despicable act,' I
replied.

   'Good!  Then fuck me again,' she said.

   It was now my turn to be surprised.  'MAMA!' I said, shocked.

   'Ravi, your father doesn't fuck me.  He is either too busy or tired.  I
am still in my thirties and have my needs.  You know the saying, "If the
father fails to do pay his debts then his son has to pay them",' she said,
pulling me on top of her by my cock and with a deft movement of her hips
took my cock into her cunt.

   'Oh mama!' I said, perplexed.

   'Ravi, fuck me,' she said, moving her bottoms up and down, 'Yes son,
fuck your mother.'

   The heat of her cunt penetrated to my cock and I started to fuck her
with slow strokes.  'Oh Ravi, oh Ravi,' mama moaned.  The first time I was
too drunk to enjoy it but this time around I was savoring each stroke.

   'RAVI, FUCK FASTER,' she screamed moving her bottoms in rhythm of my
strokes.  I increased the tempo of my in and out movement.

   'Y...HES!  THAT IS THE WAY.  NOW STROKE ME HARDER,' she pleaded and I
did what she wanted.

   'Y...HES!  SON FUCK HARDER AND FASTER.  GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD.  DON'T
STOP.  GO ON LIKE THIS.  I AM NEARLY THERE,' she screamed.

   'MAMA, I AM ALSO ABOUT TO CUM,' I shouted.

   'GO ON FILL YOUR MAMA'S CHOOT WITH YOUR CUM BUT DON'T STOP.  KEEP
FUCKING,' she yelled.

   Few strokes later I poured my spunk into her cunt but continued to move
my fast softening cock in and out of her cunt.

   'FEW MORE STROKES.  OH RAVI, I AAAMMMM COMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG,' she shouted
and lay still on the bed gasping for breath.

   'Thank you Ravi, you were wonderful,' she panted, kissing me
passionately on my lips.  'It is getting late.  Let's bathe and eat lunch,'
she said, after we had caught our breath.

   'Mama not yet.  I want to fuck one more time,' I replied.

   'There is no hurry,' she laughed, 'we have the whole afternoon and night
before us to fuck.'

   'All right then let's shower together,' I suggested.

   After lunch we fucked again.  That night we slept together.  Now we fuck
when I return from school and if papa is on tour then we sleep together at
night also,' Ravi said, concluding his story.

   'Gosh, that was really an exciting story,' I said.

   'Look Babu has a hard on,' Jas laughed, pointing to my bulging crotch.

   'Sure, I am hard,' I conceded, 'Jas, do you think you could persuade
Minu to take my cherry also?'

   'No way,' he replied, 'go fuck your own sister.'

   'I have no sister,' I cried.

   'You have a mother don't you?' Ravi laughed, 'Fuck her.'

   'Fuck my mother?  I could never do that,' I replied, truthfully.

   'You told us that you have a maid,' Mac said, 'Why don't you fuck her?'

   'I would but she is very young.  Barely thirteen,' I replied.

   'Babu, do you know that my grandmother got married when she was only
twelve years old,' Ravi chuckled.

   On my way home I thought over our conversation and resolved to fuck
Bela, our maid, by hook or crook.

   We were only three persons in my family, my father (abbu), Yusuf Khan,
my mother (ammi), Begum Mehrunissan and me.

   We lived in a huge double storied house.  The living room, dining room,
two guest rooms along with kitchen, stores etc.  were situated on the
ground floor.  These were mostly used for parties, which were quite
frequent.

   The family lived on the first floor, which consisted of four large
bedrooms with attached bathrooms, a large family lounge, dining room and
kitchen etc.  Bela's job was to keep the first floor clean and cook for the
family.

   Bela slept in the barsaati (a room on the roof for storage purposes) on
the second floor.  The barsaati had an attached toilet and for her bath, my
father had an "open to sky" enclosure constructed on the roof.

   My parents got her from an orphanage approximately six months ago.  When
she had arrived she was short, thin and skinny with small boobs.  Now, with
good food and regular meals, she had become taller and slightly plump but
not fat.  Her boobs had also grown, straining the buttons of her choli (a
type of blouse worn by village women) to the limit.  Her usual attire was a
lehenga (knee length skirt) and a choli but no bra.

   She was like a member of the family.  She called my father abbu, my
mother ammi, as I did and called me bhaiya (elder brother).  I liked her
and we were good friends.

   She was not a beauty but had a very pleasant personality, always
laughing and smiling.  She was very simple.  She loved to play board games
especially snakes and ladders.  She pestered me all the time to play.  I
used to tease her by calling her fatso and pulling her long pigtails.  In
the beginning she complained to ammi, but ammi laughed, 'He is only teasing
you and means no harm.'

   For the first time that evening I looked at her as a cunt to fuck and
not as a playmate.  'Fatso, how old are you?' I asked, when she brought a
glass of milk for me that night.

   'About thirteen.  Why?' she replied, innocently.

   'Oh just asking,' I replied.

   'If Ravi's granny was screwed at the age of twelve then I can safely
fuck her without doing her any harm,' I thought.  My knowledge about sex
matters was only theoretical.  I had read all about fucking, blow jobs and
pussy eating.  However, I didn't believe that a girl in her right mind
would suck a cock and swallow a man's cum nor did I think a man would ever
lick a woman's cunt.  I knew at least that I would never do it.

   Next day I acted normally, that is laughing, joking and pulling her pig
tails.  In the afternoon ammi went out to visit a friend.  Bela and I were
alone in the house.

   When Bela passed my room on her way to the barsaati, I suddenly opened
my door and tugged at her tresses.  She screamed and fell flat on the floor
with a loud thud, cracking her head against the granite floor.

   She lay motionless.  I was scared shit.  'What if she is dead?' I
thought, seeing her still figure.  I sat down on the floor and placing her
head on my lap, said, perspiring profusely, 'Bela!  Bela!  Are you all
right?'

   She did not move.  Then my eyes fell on her heaving bosom.

   'Thank God, she is breathing,' I thought.  Simultaneously, another
thought came to my mind, 'Babu, this is your chance to fondle her tits and
maybe see her choot too,'

   Promptly, I undid the top button of her choli and inserting my hand
inside, gently squeezed her hard boob.  While pressing her tit I stretched
out my other arm to pull up her lehnga to see her choot.  Suddenly, I
perceived a slight movement.  To make sure that she was still in a faint I
looked at her.  I was shocked to see her staring at me with her big black
eyes.

   'Bhaiya, aap meri chuchiyan kyon daba rahe ho?  (Bhaiya, why are you
squeezing my tits?) she asked, innocently.

   'You silly girl, I am not squeezing your tits, 'I replied, pulling out
my hand, 'I was checking your heartbeat.  I thought you were dead.'

   Without a word she got up and giving me a "I don't believe you look"
went up to her room.  'If she tells ammi,' I thought, 'then I will say that
I was checking Bela's heart beat.' Apparently Bela had bought my
explanation because my parents did not bring up the subject.

   Later that night I lay in bed exploring different options available to
me to screw her.  Play snakes and ladder with her on the condition that she
lets me fuck her.  No, that won't do.  She might refuse and tell ammi. 
Thus spoiling my future chances also.  Take her by force while playing with
her?  Definitely no, she will scream and bring ammi on the scene.  I
considered and rejected several alternatives.

   After a lot of thought I came to the conclusion that she won't surrender
willingly and if I wanted to fuck her then I would have to use force.  The
next question was where?  It was too dangerous to fuck her on our floor
because ammi was usually around.  It had to be the ground floor or the
roof.

   The next morning, I checked out the ground floor.  'It would be
difficult to lure her down here,' I thought and went up to the roof.

   This was my first visit to the roof in a year.  The door of the barsaati
was not locked.  More than half of it was full of our trunks and old
furniture etc.  In the vacant portion stood Bela's bed, a bag with her
meager belongings.  There were couple of pegs on the wall with her clothes,
a mirror and a door.  I opened the door and peeped in.  It was a toilet.

   As I left the room I saw a new temporary structure.  It was "open to
sky" with a tap and a bucket in it.  So this is where Bela bathes.  A plan
started to form in my mind.

   Bela's routine was that she came down to work at seven in the morning
and after finishing her morning duties, went up to the barsati around
eleven to bathe etc., returning at one to serve lunch.  After lunch she
left around three and was on duty again at five.  Thereafter she worked
till around ten/ten thirty.

   The following morning I went up to the roof shortly before eleven and
hid myself.  Bela went straight to her room, locking the door behind her.
Twenty minutes later she came out carrying her clothes and went to the
temporary structure to bathe, again locking the door.  After her bath she
returned to her room fully dressed.

   For the next two days I observed her.  She followed the same routine. 
'If Bela is unable to lock the door of the temporary structure,' I thought,
'then I'll catch her naked and it won't be difficult to fuck her.'

   On the third day when she returned after her bath, I went up to the roof
armed with a screwdriver.  I loosened the screws of the door in such a way
that when it is opened, it would sag, and won't close properly.  I tried it
out till I was satisfied.  Then sticking the door back in its place
returned to my room.

   The stage was set.  Tomorrow I am going to fuck Bela and lose my cherry.


   Next morning I reached the roof well before time and hid myself.  Around
eleven Bela came and went to her room.  Twenty minutes later went to the
temporary structure and tried to open the door.  It wouldn't open.  So she
tugged harder.  She screamed as the door suddenly opened, missing her foot
by inches.  She tried to lift it back in place but it was too heavy for
her.

   She looked around, seeing no one, shrugged and went in to take her bath.
I waited.  When I heard her pouring water over her body I emerged from my
hiding place and stood in the open doorway.

   Bela was sitting on a small stool, facing away from the door and pouring
water over her naked body.  When I moved my shadow fell across her.  She
got up with a scream and facing me, shouted, 'BHAIYA, GO AWAY?  CAN'T YOU
SEE I AM HAVING A BATH?'

   'Sure and I can see many other things too,' I replied, staring at her
hairless choot.

   'Oh,' she blushed, trying to hide her nakedness behind her hands.  'It
is too late to hide them now,' I said, picking her up in my arms.

   'BHAIYA, LET ME GO,' she screamed, as I carried her to her room and
dumped her on the bed.

   'What do you want with me?' she asked, her hands still covering her
hairless cunt.  I grinned broadly in reply and pushing down my pants
advanced towards her.  She realized what I had in mind only when she saw my
precum drooling erection.

   'NO, BHAIYA NO,' she shouted and started to scream, 'AAMMMIIIIII
HEEELLLLPPPPP MM...'

   I quickly clamped my hand on her mouth cutting short her scream.  'Shut
up and don't scream.  Do you understand?' I threatened.  She nodded with
fear in her eyes.

   'I am going to remove my hand now and if you scream again I will hit
you,' I said, raising my arm menacingly, 'will you scream?' She shook her
head in the negative.

   But as soon as I removed my hand she started to scream again,
'HHEEELL....' I slapped her hard.

   'Aapne mujhe kyon mara?  (Why did you hit me?)' she asked, with tears in
her eyes.

   'I told you that I'll hit you if you scream,' I replied, 'now shut up
and let me do what I want.'

   'A...Aap kya karoge?  (W...What will you do?) she asked, with tears
rolling down her cheek'.

   'Aaj main tujhe chodoonga (I am going to fuck you),' I replied.

   'Bhaiya, please let me go,' she begged, starting to struggle.

   With one hand I held her down and ran the fingers of my other hand
through her cunt lips.  Her choot was so soft.  As I have stated earlier,
my knowledge of sex was theoretical.  I knew that the choot hole was
between her legs but exactly where?  Having come thus far I didn't want to
miss out.  Therefore to find it's exact location, I separated her legs and
pressed her knees on her breasts.

   'Ah, there it is.  The hole was very small.  It is going to be very
painful for her if I stick my inside it.  What the hell she won't die.  She
is not the first thirteen-year-old to be fucked,' I thought, placing my
cock at the small entrance of her choot.

   'Bhaiya, please let me go,' she pleaded, renewing her struggle. 
Ignoring her entreaties I pressed forward.

   'BHAIYA, PLEASE MUJHE MAT CHODO (BHAIYA, PLEASE DON'T FUCK ME),' she
begged.  From the heat surrounding my phallus, I knew I was on the right
path and pushed my hips forward.

   'AAAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE,' she screamed at the top of her voice,
as my cock, tearing through her virginal barrier, nestled deep inside her
tight choot.

   'STOP SHOUTING!  DO YOU WANT ME TO HIT YOU AGAIN,' I said roughly,
raising my hand to hit her.

   'I can't help it.  You are hurting me so,' she groaned.

   'Let it hurt.  Just lie quietly,' I said and started to fuck her with
hard and fast strokes.

   Her cunt was so tight that I found it difficult to move my cock in and
out of it.  After a dozen strokes it became wet and slippery and I could
move more easily.  After five minutes of fucking her at furious pace I
jettisoned my cum into her choot and lay panting on her.  At last I had
lost my cherry.

   'Get off me, you bad man,' she said and tried to wriggled out from
underneath.

   The movement of her hips rejuvenated my cock and I commenced to fuck her
again with hard and fast strokes.  After depositing my load in her cunt for
the second time, I rolled off her.

   'Bela your choot was very tight I really enjoyed fucking it,' I said,
caressing her boobs, 'let me see what it looks like now.'

   I raised her legs.  Her small hole was much bigger now.  I saw blood
spots on her legs and thighs and my cum, streaked with blood of her torn
virginity, was oozing out of it and collecting in heap on her bed sheet. 
This sight made me hard again.  Getting on top of her I commenced to fuck
her for the third time.

   Bela had wept through the first two fucks but this time she stared at me
while I pushed my cock in and out of her cunt till I came for the third
time.

   'Mazaa aaya?  (Did you enjoy it?)' I asked.

   'No!  It was very painful,' she replied.

   'Don't worry you will enjoy it when I fuck you again,' I laughed.

   As it was getting late, I started to wear my clothes.  'Get up and have
your bath.  Wash your choot properly.  There is blood all over it,' I said,
'Remember, not a word about this to anybody.  Understood?

   All she said was, 'You're a bad man.'

   I laughed and walked out.  Instead of going down immediately, I hid and
peeped through the window to see what she would do.  She lay still staring
at the ceiling.  Then after what seemed ages she put her hand between her
legs and felt her cunt, looked at it and started to cry loudly.

   Smiling to myself at the job well done I walked to the stairs.

   When I reached my room I called Jas, as I was eager to tell my friends
that I was no longer a virgin.  'Hey, Jas, can we meet today afternoon?  I
have something important to tell you,' I told him.

   'Sorry pal, I am going out of station to complete admission formalities
of the Medical School, but I will be back day after tomorrow.  We can meet
then,' he replied.

   'Fine.  See you day after tomorrow at three p.m.  at the usual place. 
Bye,' I said.

   Then I called Mac and Ravi.  Mac agreed readily but Ravi asked several
questions like "Why can't we meet today?" "What is this important
information that you can't tell on phone?" "Why at three not later?" etc.
Patiently, I explained things to him.  In the end he agreed though
reluctantly.

   With the meeting set up I had a shower and lay in bed reflecting on the
morning's events.  It was then the gravity of what I had done hit me. 
'What if Bela tells my parents?  Even worse, she might go to the police and
charge me with rape.  The vision of me dressed in striped prison clothes
floated before my eyes.

   'The deed was done and there was precious little I could do about it
now,' I thought, 'I will have to bear the consequences.  While I was still
imagining how life in prison would be I heard ammi say, 'Babu, lunch is on
the table.'

   My nervousness increased.  I had no desire to face ammi.  Though I was
famished, I had no appetite for food.  As I was still wondering what to do,
ammi called again, 'Babu come, lunch is getting cold.' With slow heavy
steps, I trudged to the dinning room and joined her.  Still very jittery, I
sat tentatively at the edge of my chair.

   To my surprise Bela went about her work as if nothing had happened.  Was
it the proverbial lull before the storm?

   'Here take this, biryani is your favorite dish isn't it?' ammi said,
passing the biryani platter.  Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded and
took the platter.

   'Bela, is something wrong?  Your eyes are red.  Have you been crying?'
ammi asked Bela.

   My body became rigid and I nearly dropped the biryani platter.  The
moment of reckoning had come.  'If Bela hasn't told her yet then she will
surely tell her now,' I thought, gripping the table edge.

   End of part 1.

   To be continued...

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