HEAVEN ON EARTH

(Part 1)

By Sahebji

It was 27th of December. It was freezing outside but inside the house it was warm 
and comfortable. I sat in my favorite easy chair by the window and watched the 
snow fall. It had been snowing heavily for the last three hours. It looked as 
Nature had covered itself with a white sheet. The branches of the trees were bent 
with the weight of the snow and occasionally it slid to the ground with loud crash. 

My name is Raja Mather. Today I am 35 years old. Six feet tall, muscularly built 
and weighing about 160 lbs. I had just finished lunch and was relaxing with my 
wives and children in the main hall. I had five wives and twenty children, five 
boys and fifteen girls. Strictly speaking they were my mistresses because I had 
not married any one of them. Let me introduce you to them in the same order as 
they came to live with me. 

First one was Shanti. She was in her early forties. She was followed by Radha, 
24, who was Shanti’s daughter by a previous marriage. 

Then came Dolma, 25. Dolma was the wife of Bahadur, a Nepalese watchman of 
the building where I resided. Although I had fucked Dolma before Radha, she 
came to live with me much later. 

She was followed by Mantra, 26 and Nasta, 28. Actually Shanti found Nasta and 
her three lovely daughters abandoned, sick and starving in the cold and brought 
them home ten years ago. 

Now they had five children each except Shanti. Shanti could not conceive when 
she came to work for me. 

They were all naked. As per house rules no one except me was permitted to 
wear any clothes. As soon as a child was ‘potty trained’ he or she was not 
allowed to wear clothes anymore. The ladies wore panties when they had their 
period. 

Shanti, being the eldest, was in charge of everything, from household to 
discipline and from shopping to which two will share my bed at night. In all 
matters she was fair. No one dared to go against her orders. She ruled the roost 
with an iron fist. 

She had different styles of enforcing discipline depending on the circumstances. 

For example:

Five years….no I think it was four years ago. It was 12 noon, the time Shanti 
allocated the days duties. After assigning the duties she said that Mantra and 
Nasta will share my bed that night. 

Radha protested, “Nahin, aaj meri baari hai aur papa mujhe chodainge aur 
Mantra ko nahin (No, it my turn and papa will fuck me tonight and not Mantra).” 

“Nahin meri baari hai. Papa mujhe chodainge (No, it is my turn. Papa will fuck 
me),” Mantra said disputing her claim. 

“Radha, I’ve said that Mantra will sleep with papa tonight,” Shanti said quietly. 

“No, you are not fair. Main dekhti hoon ki papa Mantra ko kaisse chodete hain (I’ll 
see how papa fucks Mantra),” Radha said belligerently. Shanti lost her cool.

“Main tujhe dekhati hoon ki papa Mantra ko kaisse chodenge (I’ll show you how 
papa will fuck Mantra),” Shanti said and catching Radha by the ear, dragged her 
towards the main door. 

“Amma, what are you going to do?” Radha said alarmed. 

“You have to learn to obey,” Shanti said opening the door. 

“Amma, please I am sorry. I’ll never argue again,” Radha begged. 

Radha’s pleas had no effect on Shanti and pushing Radha, naked as she was, 
out of the house, closed the door. In was the month of September. It was very 
cold outside. 

Radha banged at the door and kept repeating that she would obey her and never 
argue in future. 

“Please amma, forgive her,” Mantra said, “She can take my turn and sleep with 
papa tonight.” 

“Please let her in,” Dolma and Nasta begged, “We will ensure that she will obey 
you in future.” 

All her children cried their eyes out for their mama. “Shanti, she has learnt her 
lesson. It is very cold outside. Please let her in otherwise she’ll freeze to death,” I 
said. 

“Let her die,” Shanti said stubbornly, “I can’t run a household of four cock starved 
choots and their dozen children if they are rude and do not obey me.” 

Radha had started to turn blue. I opened the door and picking up Radha carried 
her to the main hall, where it was the warmest, and wrapping her in a blanket laid 
her on the sofa. 

“You three rub her limbs vigorously otherwise my baby will die,” Shanti said with 
her tears flowing freely and rubbing her limbs. 

Everyone was busy rubbing her limbs to stimulate her blood circulation. I forced a 
couple of spoonful of brandy down her throat. After ten minutes Radha opened 
her eyes. 

“You stupid girl, you could have frozen to death,” Shanti said hugging her. 

“Oh amma, I am very sorry. I’ll never disobey you,” Radha said hugging her back, 
“I love you.” 

“Oh I love you too,” Shanti said, “Dolma, look after her children tonight because 
my baby is going to sleep with me.” 

Another example:

“AMMA, LOOK AMIT IS MISBEHAVING,” Roma shouted. 

“Shh Roma, not so loud, papa is resting. Come here and tell me,” Shanti said. 

Roma, Nasta’s 12 year old daughter was a beautiful girl. Her boobs had just 
stated to grow. 

“Amma, Amit keeps pressing my tits,” Roma complained. 

Amit, 10, was Shanti’s favorite because he was the oldest among the boys and 
she saw him as my ‘heir apparent’. I suspect the fact that he was the son of her 
daughter Radha had also something to do with it although she denied it. 

“Roma why don’t you tell amma the whole truth,” Amit said, “Amma, today in the 
morning she caught my pee pee (cock) and made it hard. When I asked her to 
stop she just laughed.” 

“Is this true?” Shanti asked. Roma bowed her head and nodded. 

“Do you like to make pee pees hard?” Shanti asked. 

“Yes, so do the other girls,” Roma said blushing. 

“Children, let me remind you again that you can touch a boy’s pee pee and press 
girl’s tits but never, I repeat, never ever touch a girl’s choot (cunt). Only papa is 
permitted to do so, understood?” Shanti said loudly for the benefit of everyone 
present. 

Everyone nodded. “Okay, Roma, I see that you enjoy making pee pees hard. 
Then go down on your knees and suck Amit’s pee pee like you suck papa’s 
cock,” Shanti said. 

As per house rules every girl on her twelfth birthday had to suck my cock and 
swallow my cum. 
 
Roma grinned and started sucking Amit’s cock. 

“Oh,” Amit moaned. 

Roma continued to suck Amit’s cock under Shanti’s watchful eyes. Suddenly 
Amit started to move his hips back and forth. 

“OH, OHHHhhh,” he shouted as his orgasm peaked. 

“Did you like it?” Shanti asked. 

“Oh yes, it was very pleasurable,” he replied. 

“Amit had an orgasm and nothing came out of his pee pee,” Roma said. 

“He is still young. He will start ejaculating cum when he is older,” Shanti said 
jumping to Amit’s defense. 

“Amit’s pee pee is dry. Amit’s pee pee is dry,” she repeated, clapping and 
jumping around the room. 

“AMMA,” Amit said with tears in his eyes. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll remember this,” Shanti said hugging him to her big breasts, 
“Once you start ejaculating then I’ll make sure that she is the first one to swallow 
your cum.” 

Another circumstance was:

One day Nasta’s youngest son Mohan, who was three year old was teasing 
Dolma’s six year old daughter Charu. Mohan would stealthily approach Charu, 
who was watching cartoons on VCR, and blow in her ear. 

“Stop it,” Charu said. Mohan did not listen and continued to trouble her. 

“Nasta mausi (aunt- mother’s sister), look Mohan is troubling me,” she said. 

“Mohan, stop it and watch the cartoons,” Nasta said. For few minutes there was 
peace but then again Mohan started troubling Charu. 

“MOHAN, stop it,” Charu said, “Mausi, do something, he is troubling me again.” 

“What shall I do? Papa has spoilt him,” Nasta said, “Best is you complain to 
amma.” 

Mohan was the youngest of my children and my favorite. The case went to 
Shanti’s court. 

“Mohan, listen to what your mother says,” Shanti said. 

Mohan did not listen and continued to trouble Charu. Rima Mantra’s nine year old 
daughter was also watching cartoons. 

“Rima, next time Mohan misbehaves then bring him to me. I’ll cut off his pee 
pee,” Shanti said showing a pair of scissors. 

“Okay,” Rima said with a broad grin. 

Mohan immediately placed his hands in front of his pee pee and came running to 
me.

“Papa, don’t let amma cut off my pee pee,” Mohan said with tears in his eyes. 

“She won’t if you stop troubling Charu didi (elder sister),” I said to him. 

That day Shanti sat against a wall, knitting. It was her favorite place as she could 
keep an eye on everyone and everything. 

The older children were arguing about some rule or the other of Monopoly. My 
four wives with their youngest off springs clasped to their breasts were watching 
them. The younger children were watching cartoons on the VCR. 

“Sana, have you asked papa whether he wants anything?” Shanti said. 

“No amma. Papa, would you like a cognac or…?” Sana asked. 

“Yes darling, just a little,” I replied. 

Sana, after pouring a glass, carried it to me. Sana, 14, was Nasta’s eldest girl. 
She was pretty like Roma. I watched her big tits with big brown areolas and 
pointed nipples swing and jiggle sexily as she walked towards me. Her small clit 
was peeping out from in between the lips of her hairless cunt. 

She blushed prettily when she saw me staring at her virgin choot. She knew that 
I was going to deflower her on 28th, her fourteenth birthday.

“Thank you, my child,” I said accepting the snifter. 

“Papa would you like me to give you a blow job?” she asked. 

“No thanks darling. I think I’ll save my cum for your choot (cunt),” I said smiling. 
Sana blushed pettily and sat near my feet pressing them.

I closed my eyes and lay back to enjoy the cognac. My thoughts went back as to 
how it all had started. 


*********************************


We were three brothers and sisters. Madhu was the eldest. She was already 
married to Sunil when I, at the age of 23, graduated as a Civil Engineer from the 
local university. My younger brother Rajan was studying Electrical Engineering in 
the same university and had one year to go.

My father owned three factories, real estate including our house and company 
shares etc. Sunil, my brother in law, helped my father to manage them. My 
parents were very conservative and old fashioned. They were God fearing and 
very religious minded. There was a small temple in the house, not just a prayer 
room. 

Every morning the day started with prayers. We, including the servants, had to 
assemble at six in the morning after our bath, summers or winters, and join in the 
morning prayers. The same ritual was repeated at dusk for those present in the 
house.

We had five servants. A cook, who was an old man, and all the others were 
maids between the ages of 14 and18. 

I loved my parents but this religious mumbo jumbo was not my cup of tea. I found 
the atmosphere stifling and oppressive. Among the four maids, Sarita was the 
youngest and most beautiful. Many a night I had masturbated with her picture in 
mind. Sarita was 14, not too tall but with boobs too large for her slim body. I 
wanted to fuck her but knowing my parents mindset I could do nothing except 
dream. 

One day when I came home Sarita opened the door. She looked ravishing. For a 
moment I lost my head and putting my arm round her waist pulled her to me and 
kissed her on her cheeks. She screamed and screeched as if I had raped her. 
Everyone was appalled. 

Sarita’s father also came to check if his daughter had been ravished. “Master, my 
daughter is a good girl not a slut,” he said admonishing me loudly for everyone to 
hear. My parents took a serious view of this harmless incident.

“Raja, we have not taught you to behave in this shameless manner,” father had 
said. Then shaking his head added, “I am ashamed of you.” 

My mother did one better. She summed up everything in one word. 

“Barbarian,” she said contemptuously clasping the weeping maid to her breasts 
and sprinkled salt on my wounds by adding, “Oh my poor child.” 

Special prayers were held to purify my soul. Alms were distributed among the 
poor and Brahmins were fed. The worst was I was made to apologize to Sarita in 
front of all. I had never been so humiliated. I resolved to avenge myself if I ever 
got the opportunity. I also decided that enough is enough and to leave the house 
as soon as I graduated.

A month later I graduated with flying colors. I started looking for a job with only 
one thought in mind that I had to go as far away from this household as possible. 

“Raja, there is no need to look for a job,” my father said, “You can join the family 
business.” 

I was prepared for this line of reasoning. “I know,” I said, “it is just for a year or 
two to gain work experience. Then I’ll join the family business.” This answer 
satisfied my father.

I applied and was selected for job to build and maintain roads and bridges in the 
border areas up North. 

“Why so far away?” mother asked, “Can’t you find a job nearby?” 

“Let him go. The rugged life in the hills will do him good,” father said, “besides it 
is a government job and he’ll learn a lot.” 
  
Fifteen days later I reported for duty. The township was small and people 
friendly. Mr. Bachiter Singh, my boss, was a decent fellow. There was no 
‘singles’ quarter available. Therefore I was given a two bedroom flat meant for 
families. My flat was on the third floor in a four storied building. 

“Raja, go and settle down in your flat today,” Mr. Singh said, “Start work from 
tomorrow.”   

“Thank you, sir,” I said rising. 

“Another thing, have dinner with us tonight,” Mr. Singh said, “It’s a tradition, sort 
of welcome dinner and all that.” 

“Thank you, sir,” I said. 

At eight o’clock I reached his house. “Would you like a drink?” Mr. Singh asked. 

“No thank you sir,” I replied, “I don’t drink.”

“You are a good boy,” Mrs. Singh said and looking pointedly at her husband, 
added, “I don’t know why some people drink.” 

“He will drink here to stay sane,” Mr. Singh said.

 “No, he won’t,” Mrs. Singh retorted.

Mr. Singh laughed. He was a very jovial fellow. He told jokes throughout the 
evening. When I was leaving I thanked Mrs. Singh for the meal. 

I don’t know but for some reason Mrs. Singh liked me.

“Raja, you’ll require someone to cook and clean for you. Have you found a 
servant?” she asked me. 

“Madam, he has not had a chance. It is his first day here,” Mr. Singh laughed. 

“Raja, come and eat here every night till you find a servant,” she said glaring 
angrily at her husband. I ate dinner for two nights. Then it became very 
embarrassing and started eating in town. 

After a week Mr. Singh said, “Madam wants you for dinner at eight.” 

First question she asked as I greeted her was, “Have you found a servant?” 

“I interviewed a couple of them but they were too expensive for me,” I replied 
shaking my head. 

“Then where have you been eating?” she asked. 

“In the market,” I replied. 

“My poor boy,” she said, “Anyway I’ve found someone for you. It is a woman. I 
hope you don’t mind.” 

“Not at all,” I said, “How much does she want?” 

“She is very reasonable,” she said, “You’ll be able to afford her. I know what you 
boys earn.” 

Then she mentioned a figure. 

I was pleasantly surprised as it was half of what the others had quoted. 

“Thank you,” I said, “Is she a local?”

“No, she and her husband are from the plains like us. Her husband works in the 
company but is posted in Mantur,” Mr. Singh said, “Do you want her?” 

“Of course, I want her,” I said, “Why is she so cheap?” 

“Her husband has thrown her out of his house and she is in dire need of a job,” 
Mr. Singh said, “Shanti is a good woman. Make sure you don’t do any hanky 
panky.” 

“Sir, I am…” I started to protest. 

“Raja is a decent boy,” Mrs. Singh said interrupting me, “I have assured her that 
she’ll be safe in your house.” 

That night Shanti accompanied me home. Shanti was around thirty, dark, not 
pretty nor ugly. She had an oval face with regular features. She was slim, 5’5” tall 
with melon sized boobs. I was happy as she was a good cook and kept the flat 
clean. 

The bazaar was thirty minutes brisk walk from my flat therefore I offered to do the 
shopping on my way back from work. 

“No, babu (a form of sir), you have so many things on your mind,” she said, “I’ll 
do it. After cooking and cleaning I have nothing to do.” 

Couple of days later she said that her bathroom door did not lock properly. It 
opens if you give it a hefty push. 

“I’ll have it seen to,” I said but forgot. 

Soon life became a routine. Her big tits fascinated me. She never wore a bra. I 
watched her boobs swing and jiggle whenever she walked or did something. 
Soon I dreamed about fucking her. I did not care whether she was beautiful or 
ugly. I needed a cunt badly. 

The morals of the local population were not very high. I think because they were 
very poor. A woman was a salable commodity. The men fucked their own 
mother, sister, wife or daughter. They also rented them for a night or two to 
needy men to earn a little extra. This had been going on for generations and the 
women had got used to it.

At work sex was the main topic. Everyone talked about their conquests. I gave 
the impression that I was screwing Shanti. 

“How do you prevent pregnancy?” I asked my colleagues at lunch one day. 

“I don’t care if they get pregnant. It is their problem, not mine,” a colleague said. 

“Maybe you like your children begging in the street and Raja doesn’t,” another 
colleague chuckled. 

“Go to the chemist near the clock tower and ask for pregnancy prevention pills,” 
another colleague suggested, “He’ll give them to you. They are locally made from 
some herb but very effective and very cheap. I am using them since two years 
without any mishap.” 

“They have to be taken orally or inserted?” I asked. 

“Both are available. Just take your pick,” he laughed. 

In the evening on the way home I bought both types. I was now fully prepared to 
fuck a woman. 

Life was very lonely and boring. On the advice of my colleagues I joined the local 
club. In couple of months I started drinking. When I got late Shanti would wait 
downstairs for me. Many times I came home drunk. “Babu, it is not good to drink 
so much,” Shanti would say escorting me to the flat.  

Three months passed and I was still far away from Shanti’s choot. I didn’t know 
how to go about fucking her. I couldn’t ask my colleague as they thought I was 
already screwing her. 

One day I decided to try the age old recipe; make her drunk and then fuck her. 
Next evening I bought a bottle of local whisky on the way home. 

“Shanti, bring glasses, water and ice into the drawing room and cook some tasty 
snacks. I won’t go to the club tonight but have a drink at home,” I said reaching 
home and placing the bottle on the table, “I’ll take a shower and come.” 

“Yes, babu,” she said. 

When I returned after my bath everything was ready including the snacks. I sat 
down and poured myself a drink. After a sip, I said, “Shanti, come here.” 

“Babu, two minutes,” she said, “I am frying some kebabs for you.”  

Two minutes later she came with a plateful of kebabs. “Shanti, bring a glass and 
join me,” I said. 

“Babu, I don’t drink,” she replied. 

“Come on, just one drink,” I said but she shook her head. 

I saw my plan failing. “I knew it was mistake not to go to the club. At least there I 
would have had company. It is no fun drinking alone. If you won’t join me then I 
will also not drink,” I said getting up. 

“Please babu, don’t stop because of me,” she said. 

“Have you never had a drink before?” I asked. 

“I used to drink but gave it up,” she said. 

“No, I won’t drink alone,” I said. 

“Alright, one drink only,” she said fetching a glass and sitting down on the carpet. 

“Sit on a chair,” I said pouring a large peg. 

“No, I am alright here,” she said. 

“Then I’ll sit on the carpet also,” I said and sitting on the carpet. 

After the first drink I forced her to have another and then another. Soon the bottle 
was nearly empty. I don’t know how she felt but I was drunk. I couldn’t keep my 
eyes of her tits and kept staring at them. 

“Babu, why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“I am not looking at you but at your melons,” I said thickly. 

“Melons?” she said. 

“Oh sorry, I mean your tits,” I said correcting myself. 

“You think my tits are like melons,” she giggled. 

“Yes, I find them fascinating,” I said drunkenly, “They are sooo big, like two 
footballs.” 

“They are not so big,” she said coquettishly. 

“Would you mind if I touch them,” I asked peering at them. 

“Be my guest,” she giggled pushing her chest out. 

“Oooo, they are so firm,” I said taking them gingerly in my hands, “May I kiss 
them.”

“No…oh alright just once,” she said undoing the buttons of her blouse. 

“Oooo, your nipples are so hard,” I said kissing them and sucking her aroused 
nipples. 

“Oh babu, go on it feels soooo good,” she moaned. 

I continued to suck her pointed nipples and squeeze her boobs. 

“Oooo, babu, you are making me horny,” she moaned. 

“Shanti, mujhe chodene de (Shanti, let me fuck you),” I said.  

“Aapne pahele kissi ko choda hai? (Have you fucked someone before?)” she 
asked.  

“No, never,” I said moving closer to her. 

Shanti pressed my crotch and felt my erect cock from top to bottom. 

“Oooo, aapka lund bahut barda hai (Oooo, your cock is very big),” she said.  

“Please Shanti, mujhe chodene de (Please Shanti, let me fuck you),” I begged. 

“I love big cocks,” she giggled unzipping my pants and fisting my erect cock. I 
grabbed her tried to push her flat on the floor.  

“Not here. Let us go into the bedroom. We’ll be more comfortable there,” she said 
getting up.

As I stood up I staggered and knocked over the peg table. My glass fell on the 
carpet but did not break. 

“You go and undress. I’ll join you as soon as I have cleared up,” she said. 

“Please hurry,” I said and staggered to my room.

I undressed and lay naked on the bed waiting for her. Fifteen minutes passed but 
there was no sign of Shanti. 

“SHANTI, AREN’T YOU COMING?” I yelled. 

“Just two more minutes,” she said. 

I lay fisting my cock. At last she came. She stood in front of me and started to 
undress like a stripper. By the time she was naked I was fast asleep. 

I woke up in the middle of the night with a splitting headache. The room was pitch 
dark. I looked at the fluorescent dial of my wristwatch. It was five minutes to five. 
My bladder was full and I wanted to piss. I went to the bathroom. While pissing I 
thought what a fool I was. Yesterday I had the chance of fucking Shanti and like 
an idiot I fell asleep. I’ll never get a chance like this again. Who knows she might 
even leave my services. 

I returned and stumbled into bed. It was only then I realized that I was not alone. 
I groped around in the dark. I felt big breasts. It was Shanti. I groped lower. I felt 
her slit. She was naked. I switched on the bedside lamp. 

Shanti was fast asleep on her back. Her big boobs fell to either side. Her cunt 
was bald and her long clit stuck out from in between her cunt lips. I could smell 
shaving cream. Apparently she had shaved her choot last night. I didn’t care and 
climbed on top of her. 

“Ugh…w…who…w…what…oh it is you,” she said pressing her thighs together, 
“Oh babu, what are you doing on top of me?” 

“Shanti, please let me fuck you,” I begged. 

“Alright if you promise to fuck like I say,” she said yawning. 

“Yes, yes I’ll do whatever you say,” I said. 

She looked at me and without a word spread her legs and putting her hand in 
between our legs grasped my cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. I pushed 
wildly. 

“Wait, not yet,” she said. Soon her choot was wet. 

“Ab gussedrd kar chodo (Now shove it in and fuck),” she said placing my cock at 
the entrance of her fuck hole. 

I pushed forward. My cock slid easily into her hot wet cunt till my pubic hair 
tickled her swollen clit. 

“Oh your choot is like a furnace,” I said. 

“Is it?” she giggled, “Do you like it?” 

“Oh I love it,” I said starting the fuck motion.  

I fucked her with hard and fast strokes. In no time I felt my seed rising. I pumped 
her choot with hard short strokes. 

After a few more hard strokes, I yelled, “OH SHANTI I AMMM CUMMIIINNGGG,” 
and for the first time in my life I came inside a woman’s cunt. 

“I am sorry,” I panted apologetically, “I came too soon.” 

“It happens,” she said, “It was your first time. Next time you’ll last longer.” 

My cock went limp and I wanted to get off. 

She stopped me, “Remain on top. You’ll get hard soon. Then fuck me again.” 

Few minutes later I was hard again. I started the fuck motion. I thrust my cock in 
and out of her hot cunt slowly. I kept varying the speed and length of my strokes 
constantly.  

Shanti lay under me with her eyes closed moaning with pleasure. I continued to 
pump her choot. 

Suddenly her arms pressed me to her naked body. 

“Oh babu,” she moaned. 

I continued the in and out movement. Soon she was moving her hips in rhythm of 
my strokes. “OH BABU, FASTER FUCK ME HARDER,” she cried.  

I felt my sperm rising also. My speed became faster and strokes shorter. Shanti’s 
hips however continued to keep time with me. I stroked her harder. 

Suddenly her body arched. 

“Y…HES Y…HESS BABU FUCK ME HARDER. Y…HESSS FASTER. DON’T 
STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM AGAIN. OHHH OOHHH BAAABBUUUUU,” she 
screamed and fell back gasping for breath. 

Few strokes later I emptied my balls in her cum hungry choot and lay panting on 
her. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. 

When the kiss broke she panted, “Thank you, babu, it has been a long time since 
I’ve had a cock inside me. I hope you enjoyed the fuck also.”

“Yes, Shanti, it was heavenly,” I said. 

I didn’t go to office that day. We spent the whole day in bed naked, fucking, 
eating and sleeping. Once when we were resting after a fuck, I asked, “Shanti, 
Mr. Singh was telling me that your husband threw you out of his house. What 
happened?” 

“He was perfectly justified. It was entirely my fault,” she replied. 

“Tell me,” I insisted. 

“There is not much to tell,” she said, “My husband fell in bad company and 
started drinking. When he came home he was too drunk to fuck me. Soon my 
choot felt the need of a hard cock. I took solace with a neighbor. Everyone was 
happy. One day my husband fell sick. His colleagues brought him home early. I 
was not at home. They asked my daughter. She said I had gone visiting 
neighbors. They looked for me. They found me fucking my lover and my husband 
threw me out.” 

“Was this your first indiscretion?” I said.

“No, I am very horny. I cheated on my husband with many men,” she giggled. 

“Will you teach me all about fucking?” I said.  

“Yes, I’ll teach you all I know,” she said. 

That night we slept together. 

In the morning, as usual, she woke me up with a cup of tea. Placing the cup on 
the bedside table she kneeled beside the bed and took my cock in her hand. My 
cock promptly stood to attention. 

“Babu, now I’ll suck your cock,” she said kissing the head of my cock. 

“NO!” I said surprised. 

“Lie back and enjoy yourself,” she said and began to stroke my erect cock. 

She grasped my cock in her hand and squeezed it as she slowly jacked it off. 
Shanti, licking her lips, bent her head lower. Her tongue snaked out to flick off the 
drop of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of my cock.

Slowly she licked up the underside of my cock until her lips surrounded the head 
of my cock. Then her lips tightened around my cock and began moving down. 

This was my first blow job. Her hot and wet mouth felt damn good. As she went 
down on my cock I wondered how much of it can she swallow. I watched as she 
went lower and lower. Suddenly she gagged and pulled up. 

She kept lifting and lowering her head over and over again. She bobbed her 
head at first slowly then faster and faster.  

"Shanti, stop," I gasped out a warning, "I'm very close. Oh I can't hold it back 
anymore." 

Instead of slowing down she sucked with more vigor.

"OH SHANTI," I gasped pushed my hips upwards. Shanti nearly gagged as my 
cock went deeper into her mouth. I felt my balls tighten. 

“OH I CAN’T HOLD BACK ANY LONGER,” I shouted and blasted thick gobs of 
cum the first two going directly down her throat and into her hungry belly. 

Shanti pulled back half way so she could feel and taste my spunk as it filled her 
mouth. Again and again I felt the pulsing of my cock as she sucked and 
swallowed. Finally only dribbles of cum oozed from my wilting cock and she 
licked it clean.

"Did you like it?” she asked panting. 

“My God, Shanti, you were fantastic,” I said.  

“Babu, your cum is one of the tastiest I have swallowed,” she replied wiping her 
lips. 

“Y…Y…You like the taste of cum?” I asked picking up the cup of tea. 

“Yes, I love it,” she said, “I’ll get you a fresh cup of tea. This one is cold.”  

After that day it became a routine. In the morning she sucked my cock and at 
night I banged her choot. 

About a week later when we ready to go to bed, Shanti said, “Babu, aaj aap meri 
gaand maro (Babu, fuck me in my ass hole today).” 

“Are you mad,” I said, “You want me to put my cock in your shit.” 

“You’ll like it,” she said. 

“No, I’ll never do that,” I said shaking my head. 

“My husband and my lovers enjoyed fucking me in my ass hole,” she said, “They 
said it is very tight. You will enjoy it also.” 

This started me thinking. “Okay, I’ll try,” I said. 

Shanti got on all fours and pressed her head on a pillow leaving her ass in the 
air. “Now spread my ass cheeks and shove your cock up my puckered hole,” she 
said. I did what she said. 

“AAAAAA, BABU, IT IS HURTING ME,” she screamed. 

“I am doing what you said,” I said. 

“Yes, that is true,” she said, “Maybe your cock is too thick. Wait a minute, I’ll be 
right back.” 

She jumped out of bed and returned with a small bowl of cooking oil. “Babu, 
apply oil on your cock and my gaand (ass hole) and then try,” she said.

I did as she said. “AAAAA, IT IS STILL HURTING BUT NOT THAT MUCH. GO 
ON DON’T STOP,” she groaned as I tried to enter her rear door. I redoubled my 
efforts. I felt her ass hole opening. 

“AAAAYYYYIIIEEEE,” she screamed as her sphincter snapped open and my 
cock buried itself inside it.  

“Shanti, I am inside,” I panted. 

“Yes, I can feel your big cock,” she groaned, “Ab meri gaand maro (Now fuck me 
in my ass hole).”

I started to move my cock in and out of her ass hole. Her ass hole was very tight. 
I had never fucked in such a tight hole. Her ass hole gripped my cock like a vice. 
I found it difficult to move my cock in and out. 

“BABU, AUR ZOR SE GAAND MAARO (BABU, FUCK MY ASS HOLE 
HARDER),” Shanti yelled, “BAHUT ACHCHA LAG RAHA HAI (IT FEELS VERY 
GOOD).” 

“I’m trying. Shanti, your ass hole is very tight,” I moaned. 

I was not going to last very long. I pumped faster and faster. “OH BABU,” Shanti 
moaned. 

“OH I AMMM CUMMMIIIINNNGGGGGgg,” I shouted and started to spurt blobs 
of cum into her ass hole. 

“Thank you Shanti, it was wonderful,” I said gasping for breath. 

Then we added ass hole fucking also to our nightly games. 

One night Shanti said, “Babu, you should also learn how to lick a woman’s 
choot.” 

“If you think I’ll lick your choot then you are mistaken,” I laughed. 

“It is a sure shot recipe to fuck a woman,” she said. 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“If you lick a woman’s cunt long enough then she will never deny her choot to 
your cock,” she said. 

“Are you sure?” I asked. 

“If I could write I would give it in writing,” she giggled. 

“She had not been wrong until now. Why not give it a try?” I thought. 

“Okay, I’ll try but I’ll stop if I find it repulsive,” I said. 

“That’s fair,” she said lying down and spreading her legs. 

“Shanti, wash you choot properly,” I said sniffing her choot.

“Babu, it is clean,” she said, “I washed it before I came to you.”

I positioned myself between her spread legs. I separated Shanti’s puffed up 
lower lips and started to lick. At first I gave them a few tentative licks. I liked the 
taste of her choot. Then smacking my lips I started to lick up and down her slit 
with full vigor. 

“Oh babu,” she moaned. 

“Am I doing it right?” I asked. 

“Y…hes, go on don’t stop,” Shanti said. “

I continued to lick from her choot hole to her clit and back. Suddenly I took her 
swollen in my mouth and suckled it. Shanti exploded. 

“OH BAAABBBUUUUU I AMMM CUMMMMIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG,” she 
screamed moving her hips up and down wildly nearly dislodging my mouth. 

“How was it?” I grinned. 

“It was wonderful,” Shanti said. 

I had an idea. “Shanti, try this,” I said bending her legs. Her fuck hole was clearly 
visible. I rimmed her choot hole. 

“OH BABU,” Shanti moaned. 

Then, without warning, I shoved my tongue as deep as could in her choot hole.

“AAAAGGGHHHHRRRR,” Shanti growled, “What are you doing?” 

“Shut up and enjoy,” I said.

I commenced to tongue fuck her. Her tongue moved in and out of Shanti’s choot. 
Shanti’s hips moved up and down. Suddenly her body arched. 

“OH OHHH BAAAABBBBUUUUUUU,” chachi screamed and fell back gasping for 
breath. 

I didn’t stop but continued to fuck her with my tongue till she came thrice more. 
“How was I?” I chuckled, “Will a woman let me fuck her?” 

“She’ll beg you to fuck her,” she said, “Babu, you were wonderful. Whose choot 
have you licked before?” 

“No one’s, yours is the first choot I have licked,” I chuckled. 

“Where did you learn to fuck with your tongue?” she asked.

“Nowhere, just used my imagination,” I laughed. 

“Babu, no woman can ever deny you her cunt if you eat her out this way,” Shanti 
said. 

We were very happy licking, sucking and fucking. This went on for sometime. 
One day I was in the market when I saw a fruit seller was selling fresh oranges 
and also their juice. 

“Are the oranges sweet?” I asked. 

“Sweet as sugar,” he replied. 

“Let me try. Give me a glass,” I said. 

A fifteen year old girl sitting next to the fruit seller started extracting the juice. 
“Your daughter is very pretty,” I said to the fruit seller who was about fifty years 
old. 

The girl blushed and lowered her head. The fruit seller laughed, “Sir, she is my 
wife.” 

“Oops, I am sorry. Your wife is very pretty,” I chuckled. 

“Here taste it,” the fruit seller said giving me a glass of fresh orange juice. 

The juice was really sweet and refreshing. I bought two dozen oranges and some 
other fruit. 

“Can you deliver them to my residence? I’ll be home after six in the evening?” I 
asked. 

“Yes sir, give me your address,” he said. 

The doorbell rang in the evening. Shanti attended to it. 

“Babu, there is man…” she started to say but I interrupted her. 

“Yes, I forgot to tell you. I purchased some fruits. He must have come to deliver 
them,” I said, “Pay him and take the fruits.”  

“Okay but he wants to talk to you,” she said with a sad look in her eyes.

I went to the door. I greeted the fruit seller and his wife. “What is it?” I asked. 

“Sir, you liked my wife. You can have her for two days,” he said. 

His wife blushed and looked at her feet. From the corner of my eyes I saw Shanti 
turn pale. 

“W…W…W…” I stammered not knowing what to say. 

“I have never fucked a woman from the plains. I’ll take your wife for two days in 
exchange,” he said pointing to Shanti. 

It was an attractive offer. My cock began to swell at the prospect of fucking his 
beautiful wife. I hesitated. Shanti’s eyes pleaded with me to say no. 

“Shanti is old and not as beautiful as your wife,” I said just to see Shanti’s 
reaction. Tears welled up in her eyes. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, “Her big boobs fascinate me.” 

“Sorry, I can’t make the exchange because Shanti is not my wife but my servant,” 
I said. Shanti sighed audibly and a grateful smile flickered across her lips. 

“It is a pity,” he said, “If you still want my wife then you can have her for a price.” 

“How much?” I asked. He mentioned a price. 

“It is too much. I won’t pay more than half of what you demand,” I said turning 
away. 

“Okay, it is a deal,” he said eagerly, “I’ll come after two days to take her away.” 

“Shanti, pay him for the fruit and bring the girl inside,” I said leaving the three at 
the door.

Shanti and the girl carried the fruit inside after paying him.

“When I am there then why do you need her,” Shanti said with a hurt look when 
we were alone. 

“Kayi chooton ko chodene se aadmi jawan raheta hai (A man remains young if 
he fucks different cunts),” I replied. I could see that Shanti was not convinced. 

“What is your name?” I asked the girl. 

“Kia,” Shanti said, “She doesn’t understand our language.” 

“Can you converse with her?” I asked. 

“Yes but with difficulty,” Shanti said. 

“Doesn’t matter. What I have in mind does not require knowledge of any 
language,” I laughed. 

“Lay out the drinks in the sitting room and then take her with you and give her a 
bath. Shave her choot, wash every nook and cranny of her body thoroughly with 
soap then bring her to me,” I said. 

I took a quick shower and changed into my night clothes. When I entered the 
living room both Shanti and Kia were waiting for me. “Kia, take off your clothes,” I 
said. Shanti translated it. 

I watched Kia as she uncovered her beautiful body. She had a beautiful figure. 
She had long black hair, sparkling black eyes and small firm tits with pointed 
nipples. Her cunt lips seemed to stick together and allowing only her clit to peep 
out. 

I poured a drink for all of three of us. Kia took it eagerly and drank it in one go. 
She sat next to me on the floor and taking out my cock from my pajamas started 
licking and sucking it. After we had couple of drinks each we ate dinner. 

“We’ll go to bed now,” I said cupping Kia’s boobs. 

“Babu, have fun,” Shanti said. 

“Where are you going? Join us,” I said. Shanti grinned happily and accompanied 
us to the bedroom. We undressed. 

I laid Kia on the bed and fucked her with hard and fast strokes. Kia kept 
screaming, “Yiu, yiu,” through out the whole fuck. 

“Did you cum?” I asked Kia. 

After translating Shanti said, “Yes she came twice.” 

When I was hard again I fucked her for the second time fetching her several 
times. About half an hour later my cock was hard again. 

“Shanti, ab main isski gaand maarunga (Shanti, now I am going to fuck her in her 
ass hole),” I said. 

Shanti told her. Kia grinned at me and got on all fours. I placed my cock on her 
puckered hole. I had an idea. 

“Shanti, let her lick your choot while I fuck her in her ass hole,” I said. 

Shanti grinned and translated it. 

“Nou, nou,” she said shaking her head vigorously. 

“What objection has she got?” I asked. 

Shanti said something to her. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. “Yiu, yiu,” 
she said making licking motion with her tongue. 

“What did you tell her?” I asked Shanti pumping Kia’s ass hole. 

“I told her that you’ll tell her husband that she did not obey you,” Shanti moaned 
pressing Kia’s head to her choot. 

“You mean that scared her,” I asked. 

“Yes, if you had complained her husband would have thrashed her, maybe 
maimed her or worse,” Shanti said. 

After we had finished I slept in between both them. 

In the morning Kia woke me by sucking my cock and swallowed my cum. 

“What did you girls do all day long?” I asked when I returned home from work. 

“We licked each others choot the whole day,” Shanti giggled. Kia nodded 
grinning ear to ear. We spent the second night also fucking and licking.

Thereafter, every second or third weekend, Shanti brought another young girl 
home for two days. I never knew who they were. The cost I am sure she must be 
adding to her household expenses. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. We sucked, 
licked and fucked for two whole days.

One evening when I returned from work Shanti was crying. “What happened?” I 
asked, “Why are you crying?” 

“Mrs. Singh’s servant came this afternoon. He told me that my husband is dead,” 
she said bursting into tears afresh. 

“I am sorry to hear that,” I said, “Take as much leave as you want.” 

“Who will cook and clean for you,” she said. 

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll manage,” I said. 

“Just a minute,” she said and went out of the flat. She returned after five minutes 
with a young girl in tow. 

“Babu, this is Dolma, wife of the building watchman Bahadur. She is from Nepal. 
She has agreed to look after you in my absence. I’ll be back in a fortnight,” she 
said.  

I looked at Dolma. She reminded me of Kia. It would be nice to fuck her too. The 
thought made my blood rush into my loins and my cock hardened. She was a 
little fairer and couple of inches taller otherwise she resembled Kia a lot. 

“Sure she’ll do,” I said without enthusiasm. 

“She can cook normal food nothing fancy,” Shanti said apologetically. 

“Don’t worry, you go and no need to hurry back,” I said. 

“I’ve cooked dinner. It is in the fridge,” Shanti said, “Dolma will start work from 
tomorrow. You pay her instead of me. Shall I go now?” 

“Yes, come when you can,” I said.

In the morning Dolma woke me with a cup of tea. I had not slept well and was still 
a little groggy. I forgot that Shanti is not there. I caught Dolma’s hand thinking it 
to be Shanti’s and pulled her into bed. She struggled and screamed. I realized 
my mistake and let her go. 

“You barbarian,” she yelled and ran into the kitchen. 

I followed. I couldn’t even explain because it would have reflected on Shanti. 

“Dolma, please reconsider,” I said, “It’ll never happen again.” 

“No, I won’t work for you,” Dolma said and banging the door left the apartment. 

All day I thought about this incident. It was a bad beginning. Nevertheless I 
wanted to fuck her. How can I manage it? I had an idea. That day I returned 
home early. I showered and dressed in my kurta pajama went down. 

“Hello Bahadur, how are things?” I asked. 

“All well, shir (Most of the people from Nepal pronounce ‘S’ as ‘Sh’),” he replied 
saluting smartly, “You are home early today.” 

“Yes, I am not feeling too well,” I said. 

I made small talk for ten minutes then said, “Bahadur, do me a favor. Go to town 
and buy me some cigarettes.” 

“Shir, I can’t. I’ll lose my job,” he said. 

“Don’t worry about your job. I’ll keep a watch,” I said giving him a hundred rupees 
note, “Buy yourself a bottle also.” 

Bahadur looked at the money. The offer was too good to refuse. “You’ll remain 
here all the time,” he asked. 

“Yes, I won’t move,” I confirmed. 

“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he said. 

“Take it easy. Take a drink or two before returning,” I said planting the idea in his 
head, “I’ll be here. You don’t worry.” 

As soon as Bahadur was out of sight I went to his room. Bahadur had a room 
with a bath on the ground floor. I went to his room and softly pushed open the 
door. The door was not locked. I entered locking the door after me. It was biggish 
room. In one corner were some cooking utensils, a kerosene stove and a tap. A 
rope was tied across the room with Dolma’s sari hanging on it to divide it into two 
areas. 

The room was empty. I peeped behind the sari. No sign of Dolma. Then I heard 
the sound of water. “Ah she is having a bath,” I thought. 

Five minutes later she came out of the bathroom with a towel tied round body. 
She was humming a tune and went to the mirror hanging on the wall. I dropped 
my pajamas and stepping out of them approached her from behind. She whirled 
around when she saw my reflection in the mirror. 

“YOU! What are you doing here?” she said then she saw my erect cock. 

End of part 1

To be continued….