HEAVEN ON EARTH

(Part 2)

Sahebji

Before starting the 2nd part here are the last few lines of the 1st part:

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. 

Now for the 2nd part:

“OH MY GOD. HEEELLLPP BAHADUllp” she screamed. I placed my palm on 
her mouth and cut off her scream. 

She struggled. Her towel fell off. I threw her on the mattress and lay on top of 
her. 

“EEEEEEEEKKKKKK,” she managed to scream. 

I placed my hand on her mouth again and taking my cock in my other hand 
rubbed in up and down her dry slit. She continued to struggle. 

“Dolma, open your legs,” I said still rubbing her choot vigorously. 

She shook her head. Slowly her struggles became feebler and feebler. Her legs 
opened. I inserted my knee between her legs and spread them wide. The placing 
my cock on the entrance of her fuck hole and pushed in hard. 

“OWWWA, IT HURTS,” she screamed as my cock buried itself balls deep in her 
choot. 

I started the fuck motion. I thrust my cock deep inside her fuck hole and pulled it 
out to the tip of her cunt then rammed it back again. Her choot was very tight. 

“Shaabji, please let me go,” she cried, “If Bahadur finds us like this he’ll kill me.” 

“He won’t find us,” I said, “I sent him into town.” 

I continued the in and out movement. 

“Dolma, teri choot bardi tight hai. Kya Bahadur tujhe nahin chodeta? (Dolma, 
your cunt is very tight. Doesn’t Bahadur fuck you?)” I asked. 

“Mahine main ek ya do baar chodeta hai (He fucks me once or twice in a 
month),” she said. 

“How long have you been married?” I asked. 

“About a year,” she replied. 

“That means Bahadur had fucked her tight cunt approximately twenty times in 
one year and I had fucked Shanti’s lose choot twenty times in four days,” I 
thought continuing to bang my cock into her cunt. She closed her eyes and her 
mouth opened. 

“Oh, oh,” she murmured. I felt my seed rising. I increased the speed of my 
strokes. 

Suddenly her body arched pressing her crotch against mine. 

“OH SHAABJI, OH SHAABJI,” she yelled and fell back gasping for breath. 

After couple of hard strokes, I deposited my load with a loud grunt, at the mouth 
of her womb and lay panting on her. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked kissing her. 

“Oh Shaabji, I’ve never enjoyed so much before. Actually this is the first time that 
I came during a fuck,” she said kissing me back. 

“Don’t tell me?” I asked incredulously. 

“Yes Shaabji. Bahadur gets on top of me and pushes a couple of time, shoots his 
load, and rolling off, goes to sleep,” she said, “I’ll answer all your questions later. 
Now please go before Bahadur comes back.” 

“Will you come to work for me?” I asked. 

“Yes, yes,” she said pushing me off her, “now go.”  

“You and your body belong to me now,” I said. 

“Haan, haan, aap jab chahain mujhe chod sakte ho (You can fuck me whenever 
you want),” she said getting on her feet. 

“Go up and cook my dinner,” I said wearing my clothes. 

“I will, I will,” she said wiping the cum, which ran down her thighs. 

I waited for Bahadur at the same spot he had left me. Ten minutes later I heard 
Dolma locking her door and climbing up the stairs. I did not turn as I could see 
Bahadur approaching. 

“I didn’t expect you so soon,” I said.  

He was reeking of liquor. I could see a bottle sticking out of his pocket. 

“Shir, I hurried back because I thought you might get bored and go to your flat,” 
he panted. 

“I did not move from here except once to go round the building to see if 
everything was alright,” I said piously. I said this in case someone passed this 
way and didn’t see me at my post. 

“Thank you, shir, your cigarettes and change,” he said. 

“Thank you, keep the change,” I said and offering him a cigarette, “Have one.” 

“Thank you, shir. Where could my wife have gone?” he asked seeing the padlock 
hanging on the door of his quarter. 

“I heard her lock up sometime back,” I said. 

“Oh I remember,” he said laughing, “she musht have gone to your flat to cook 
dinner.” 

“Must have,” I said pulling deeply on the cigarette. 

We smoked a cigarette together. He offered me a swig from the bottle. 

“No thank you,” I said, “some other time when I am feeling better.” 

We talked for another fifteen minutes or so. 

“I am feeling tired,” I said, “I think I’ll go and lie down.” 

“Yesh shir, take resht,” he said. 

Dolma was in the kitchen cooking. I approached her from behind and cupping her 
tits, said, “Guess who?” 

“Please let me go,” she said pushing my hands away. 

“Madam, have you forgotten already,” I said, “You and your body belongs to me.” 

“Of course, my dear,” she giggled kissing me. 

I undid the buttons of her blouse. She was not wearing any bra. I kissed and 
sucked her nipples. 

“Oh Shaab, let me cook,” she moaned. 

“I am not stopping you,” I said undoing the knot of her petticoat. Her sari fell to 
the floor. 

“Oh Shaab, let me cook,” she said. 

“What are you cooking?” I asked. 

“Vegetable for dinner,” she said stirring the pot. 

“Forget it and come with me,” I said turning off the kerosene stove and carrying 
her to the bedroom. 

“What are you going to do?” she asked. 

“Main tujhe chodunga, aur kya? (I am going to fuck you, what else?” I said laying 
her down on the bed. 

“What again?” she exclaimed. 

“Why so surprised?” I asked. 

“Bahadur says that it is only a very strong man who can fuck twice in a day,” she 
said. 

“Bahadur is an idiot,” I said ramming my cock into her tight choot. 

By the time I finished Dolma had come three times. Dolma loved it. We lay 
gazing at the ceiling. 

“Dolma, what are you thinking?” I asked. She blushed and shook her head. 

“Remember you and your soul belongs to me,” I said, “Tell me.” 

“I am so glad that you fucked me by force,” she said hiding her face in my chest. 

“So am I,” I laughed. We fucked one more time before she returned to her 
husband. 

Next morning she woke me with a cup of tea. “Suck my cock,” I said. 

“No, I won’t,” she said. 

After some persuasion she took my cock in her mouth and sucked it. 

“Please don’t cum in my mouth,” she said. 

Her warm mouth felt very nice. She moved her head up and down my shaft while 
fisting my cock. She was a little artless but tried hard to please. She couldn’t get 
more that two third of my cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down. I 
placed my hands on her head and fucked her mouth. Soon I felt my seed rising. 

“Careful Dolma, I am about to cum,” I said. She tried to take her mouth away 
from my cock but I held her head in place tightly. 

“OH, I AM CUMMINGGGG,” I cried and started shooting blobs of cum into her 
mouth. 

I saw that she was collecting it in her mouth. “DOLMA, SWALLOW IT. 
SWALLOW IT,” I said urging her. 

She shook her head. Then I pinched her nose between my forefinger and thumb. 
She still resisted but decided it was better to swallow than to suffocate. 

“How did cum taste?” I asked laughing. 

“ACHH, it was terrible, so salty and slimy,” she said making a face. 

“You might as well get used to the taste because you’ll have to suck my cock 
every morning,” I said. 

“Oh Lord, not every morning,” she said. 

I laughed. Thereafter every morning she sucked my cock and in the evening I 
fucked her at least twice before I let her go back. 

Fifteen days later when I came back from office I found Shanti had returned. “Oh 
Shanti, I missed you so much,” I said pulling her towards the bedroom. 

“Babu, please wait,” she said pointing to the kitchen. 

“Has Dolma come already?” I asked peeping into the kitchen. 

“No, she knows that I am back,” Shanti said.

I saw a young girl of fourteen or so. “Who is she?” I asked. 

“It is Radha, my daughter,” she said. 

“You said you’ll not bring her here,” I said. 

“Yes, I remember but we have been separated so long that I had to spend some 
time with her,” she said. 

“Ab hum chudai kaisse karenge? (How will fuck now?)” I said. 

“I’ll find a way,” she said. 

“Like hell you will,” I said getting angry, “Send her away.” 

“Babu, please. Let her stay for two months only. Thereafter I’ll send her to my 
brother’s place. Please,” she said with tears in her eyes. I never could see a 
woman cry. 

“Okay, she can stay for now,” I said, “but she is out of here in exactly two 
months.”  

“Thank you, babu, thank you,” she said, “Radha.” 

“Yes amma,” Radha replied as she entered the room. 

“Babu, this is my daughter, Rahda. Radha, this is our babu,” she said.

“Namasteji,” she said respectfully. 

Radha did not resemble Shanti in any way. She had probably taken after her 
father. No one could say that they were mother and daughter. She was 4’11” tall, 
fair and her boobs were small. She was still young and who knows that after 
tasting a cock, in couple of years, her tits would become bigger.

With her presence in the flat it became exceedingly difficult for Shanti and me to 
fuck. In the whole week we managed only two quickies. Bahadur was always 
around therefore screwing Dolma’s was also not easy. Things could not go like 
this. I had to do something. 

Suddenly I recalled Shanti telling me that the lock of her bathroom did not work. 
At that time I had promised to have it repaired but forgot. She did not remind me 
because we had started fucking. A plan formed in my mind by which I would fuck 
Radha’s virgin choot and bring my love life on track.  

One morning I returned from work at eleven. I waited outside till I saw Shanti 
leave to do her shopping. I opened the door noiselessly. I did not see Radha 
anywhere. I listened outside the bathroom door. Radha was taking a bath. 

I pushed the door hard. The door opened. Radha was sitting on a low stool 
pouring water over her naked body. 

“EEEEEKKKKK,” she screamed standing up as the door opened. 

For a moment I forgot what I had come to do and stared at her beautiful virgin 
body. Her breasts were firm with pointed nipples. Her choot lips seemed to be 
stuck together covering her small clit. 

“Please babu, go away. I am having a bath,” she said placing her left arm across 
her breasts and the other hand on her choot to cover it. 

“So I see,” I said lifting her in my arms and carrying her to my bedroom. 

“W…W…What are you going to do?” she stammered. 

“Main tujhe chodunga (I am going to fuck you),” I said. 

“NO, BABU NO,” she screamed, “HELP ANYBODY PLEASE HELP ME.” 

“Shout as much as you like. No one will hear you,” I said dumping her on my bed. 

“HEEEEELLLLLPPPPPPP,” she screamed. 

Catching her ankles and separating her legs I buried my face between her girlish 
thighs and started to lick her choot. 

“NO, BABU NO. DON’T DO THAT IT IS DIRTY,” she yelled struggling to get up. 

Ignoring her I licked her slit from her virgin fuck hole to her clit and back again. I 
felt her clit getting hard. 

“OH BABU,” she moaned as her struggles became feebler and feebler. 

Her choot was so sweet and juicy. Her breath was coming in short gasps. “OH 
BABU I HAVE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS BEFORE,” she moaned pressing my 
head against her cunt. 

Suddenly her body arched and her thighs clamped my head tightly. She was 
about to cum. 

“OH BABU, TAKE ME. I AM YOURS,” she screamed pulling me by the hair and 
simultaneously releasing her sweet virgin juices. 

I got on top of her and rubbed my cock between her cunt lips. She spread her 
legs wider. 

“OH BABU DER MAT KARO. MUHJE CHODO (OH BABU, DON’T WAIT. FUCK 
ME),” she moaned. 

I was in two minds. She was my first virgin. Whether I should ram my cock into 
her choot or take her gently. I didn’t want to hurt her. I placed my cock on the 
hairless entrance of her fuck tunnel and pushed slowly. 

“OOWWAAA,” she cried as the big swollen head of my cock painfully stretched 
the entrance of he choot and slid in till its progress was stopped by her hymen. 
Instead of tearing her hymen I fucked her with short shallow strokes. 

“Oh babu,” she squealed. 

Her cunt was very tight. I continued to fuck her with measured strokes. Her body 
trembled against mine and her hips moved up and down with the rhythm of my 
strokes. 

“OH BABAU, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD,” she squealed. 

Suddenly her body arched. I sensed that she was about to cum. I kept thrusting 
in and out of her choot till her orgasm peaked.  

“OH BAAABBBAAAAAYYYYIIIIIEEEE,” she screamed as I lunged forward and 
my cock tearing her hymen was buried balls deep in her hitherto virgin cunt. 

Without missing a beat I kept pumping my cock in and out of her choot. 
Radha’s breathing became labored and harsh as I pulled my cock to the tip of 
her quivering quim and then moved in again. 

“OH BABU,” she cried in ecstasy. I kept pumping in and out of her cunt. 

“OH Y…HES OHHH Y…HESSSS,” Radha moaned.

Radha started to hump her hips upward, drawing my cock deeper and deeper 
aroused, newly-opened fuck hole. 

I felt my seed rising. I fucked her with hard strokes. My strokes became shorter 
and shorter. Her whole body shuddered violently. 

“OH BABU I AMMM CUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGG,” she yelled and first time in her 
life had an orgasm with a cock inside her cunt. Few hard strokes later I deposited 
my load in her hitherto virgin choot. 

“How did you like it?” I panted. 

“Oh babu, it was heavenly,” she said kissing me all over. 

“I must go before Shanti returns,” I said. 

“Please babu, mujhe ek baar aur chodo (Please babu, fuck me one more time),” 
she said blushing prettily. 

“Alright,” I laughed. 

“Aap mujhe phir kab chodenge? (When will you fuck me again?),” she asked 
when I had finished fucking her one more time. 

“Tomorrow at the same time,” I said dressing.

“Babu, please don’t tell amma,” Radha begged when I was leaving, “She’ll kill me 
if she knew.” 

“I won’t,” I laughed and left for the office. 

I came home everyday at eleven and banged Radha before going back. It 
became a routine. I started leaving half an hour early and returning an hour late 
so that no one at work complains. In the evenings Shanti and I had a drink and 
we three played cards.

One morning when I reached my building I saw Dolma drying her hair in the sun.

“Good morning,” I said. 

“Good morning, nowadays you have no time for me,” she said in a dejected tone. 

“Where is Bahadur?” I asked. 

“He has gone to the market,” she replied. 

“Dolma, come,” I said and took her to her room and fucked her couple of times. 

It got late and I returned to my office. I came home in the evening as usual. After 
taking a bath I settled down in the sitting room with a drink. Shanti was cooking. 

“Where were you in the morning?” Radha asked pouting, “I waited for you.” 

“I had some work. You didn’t miss me but missed this,” I said taking out my erect 
cock. 

She blushed. “Take it in your hand and kiss it,” I said. 

She looked towards the kitchen. “Don’t worry, she’ll take some time,” I said. 

She took my cock in her hand and kissed it. 

“Take it in your mouth and suck it,” I said. 

After initial hesitation she started to suck my cock. 

“Nice, isn’t it?” I chuckled. 

She looked at me and nodded her head and continued to suck. 

After ten minutes or so, Shanti called from the kitchen, “Radha!” 

“Coming,” she said and sucked with more vigor. 

After a few minutes Shanti called again. 

“Amma, I am coming. Let me finish what I’ve in hand,” she said grinning from ear 
to ear. 

“Come child,” Shanti said, “Snacks will be ready in few minutes.” 

“I’ll be there before they are ready,” she said. 

She bobbed head up and down. 

“I am about to cum,” I whispered holding her head tightly and moved my hips 
back and forth. Then with a loud grunt I started to spurt my cum into her mouth. 
She collected it in her mouth and looked around for a suitable place to spit it out. 

“Swallow it,” I urged her. 

She shook her head. Just then Shanti called out again. 

“Radha, haven’t you heard,” I chuckled, “your mother is calling you.” 

Radha gave me a dirty look and swallowing the cum, replied, “Coming.” 

“How did you like it?” I laughed. 

“Not nice, it was very slimy,” she said making a face. 

Later in the evening when Shanti and I were having a drink and playing cards, I 
said, “Radha, take a sip from my glass.” 

“Babu, please don’t give her to drink,” Shanti said, “She is still too young.” 

“Aww, amma, I am not,” Radha protested. 

“She looks old enough to have children,” I laughed. 

“BABU,” Radha giggled. 

“She is not,” Shanti said sternly, “Babu, please don’t encourage her. Radha, your 
deal.” 

She was right. I had confirmed it from Radha before shooting my jism inside her 
choot during out first fuck. First part of my plan was successful. Now for the 
second part of fucking mother and daughter together. 

One morning before leaving for work I surreptitiously made the kitchen clock one 
hour fast. Accordingly Shanti left to do her shopping one hour early. I came at 
eleven and set the clock right. I was screwing Radha when Shanti returned. 

“Babu, stop, I think amma has come home,” she said. 

“I am just finishing,” I said continuing to bang my cock inside her choot. 

“Please babu, get off me,” Radha cried, “If she you on top of me then she’ll kill 
me.”  

“OHHHHHHHHH,” I said loudly and started to spurt my seed. 

Shanti must have heard my voice as she was supposed to. She peeped into my 
bedroom as I rolled off Radha. She stood as if nailed to the floor.  

“Babu, yeh kya kiya? Aapne meri beti ko chod diya (Babu, what have you done? 
You have fucked my daughter),” she cried. 

“Yes, I enjoyed fucking her tight virgin cunt,” I grinned.

“HARAAMZADI… (YOU BITCH…),” Shanti yelled turning to her.

“Amma, please listen to me. It…It was not my fault,” Radha said. 

“I know it was not your fault,” Shanti said sarcastically, “You must have flouted 
your virgin cunt in front of him. Babu is after all a man. Did he rape you?” 

“No amma, I let him. I…I…I couldn’t help it,” Radha said starting to weep.  

“What do you mean you couldn’t help it? It is your choot. You could have said 
no,” Shanti said. 

“Believe me, amma, I tried but he…he…he was inside me before I realized what 
was happening,” Radha cried. 

“You should be ashamed of yourself letting babu fuck you at your age. Get up 
and pack. I am going to send you to my brother today,” Shanti said and turned 
away in disgust. 

“Shanti, it was not her fault but yours,” I said quietly. 

“WHAT?” Shanti said surprised. 

“Yes, it was you who told me that if a man licks a girl’s choot then she can never 
refuse to let him fuck her,” I said. 

“Oh my God, you licked my Radha’s choot. No wonder she couldn’t help it,” 
Shanti said. 

“Yes, if you have finished complaining then take off your clothes and join us in 
bed,” I laughed, “It has been a long time since I fucked your mature choot.” 

It was now the daughter’s turn to be surprised. “Kya aap amma ko bhi chod rahe 
hain? (You mean you are fucking amma also?)” she exclaimed. 

“Kya tu sochti hai ki tu hee chudawa sakti hai? (Do you think you are the only 
one who can fuck?)” Shanti said undressing and getting into bed. 

That day I didn’t go back to work. I fucked them both in presence of each other. 
At night when all of us were going to bed, I told Shanti to bring some oil in a small 
bowl. 

“Aapne abhi tak iss haramzaadi ki gaand nahin maari (You haven’t fucked the 
bitch in her ass hole?)” she asked. 

“No but I am going to do it today,” I said. 

Shanti went to the kitchen and fetched a bowl of oil. Radha was first to undress 
and jump into bed. 

“Amma, what have got in that bowl?” Radha asked. 

“Oil,” Shanti replied placing the bowl on the bedside table. 

“For what? Are you planning to cook ‘choot cutlets’?” she giggled. 

“No, it is for your gaand (ass hole),” Shanti said in matter of fact tone. “For my 
gaand,” Radha said, “I don’t understand.” 

“Main aaj teri gaand maarunga (I am going to fuck you in your ass hole),” I said.

“Babu, aap meri gaand maarenge? Gaand tau lardkon ki maari jaati hai, larkiyon 
ki nahin (Babu are going to fuck me in my ass hole? Boys are buggered not 
girls),” Radha laughed. 

Shanti shrugged her shoulders and placing the bowl on the bedside table said, 
“Babu, aap isse pahele chodoge ya isski gaand maaroge? (Babu, would you like 
to screw her first or straight away fuck her in her ass hole?)” 

I did not reply and started to undress. Rahda became jittery. “Kya aap meri 
gaand maarenge? (Are you going to fuck me in my ass hole?)” she asked 
nevously. 

“Yes but you’ll enjoy it,” I said grinning, “Ask your mother.” 

“Amma, will it hurt?” Radha asked. 

“A little,” Shanti said. 

“Babu ka lund bahut mota hai (Babu’s cock is very thick),” Radha said. 

“That is why I have brought oil. You’ll barely notice it,” Shanti said. 

“Alright what do I do?” Radha asked. 

“Get on all fours and press your head on a pillow so that your bum is in the air,” I 
said. When she got into position I said, “Now spread your ass cheeks as far as 
possible with your hands.” 

“Good,” I said and dipping my fingers in the oil I began to lubricate her back 
entrance. 

She moaned with pleasure as my fingers rimmed the edge of her anal opening 
and then gently I slid one finger inside carrying a good portion of oil with them. 
Radha moaned. 

“Radha, I told you that you’ll enjoy it,” I laughed. 

“Oh yes it feels good,” Radha moaned. 

I rotated my finger in Radha’s tight puckered hole. 

“Oh babu, it hurts,” Radha protested. I began to finger fuck her ass hole.  

“Oh babu it feels so good,” she squealed. 

“Oh babu why have you stopped,” she moaned in protest when I removed my 
finger from her ass hole. In the meanwhile Shanti had applied a liberal coating of 
oil on my shaft.  

“Are you ready for my cock?” I said taking a firm hold of her and placing my 
slippery cock on her ass hole. She nodded gripping the pillow tightly. I pushed 
forward.

“AAAAAAA BAAABUUU STOOOPPP. IT IS HURTING,’ Radha complained. 

Without replying I continued to apply pressure. Despite liberally lubricating her 
ass hole and my cock I found the entry tough. 

“OH IT IS HURTING. STOOOPPPP. OH AMMA MAKE HIM STOP,” Radha 
shouted. 

Her ass hole was giving way. “I am entering,” I panted.
 
“AAAAAAYYYYIIIEEE,” Radha screamed at top of her voice as her sphincter 
snapped open and my cock was half buried in her rear hole. 

“APNA LUND MERI GAAND MAIN SE NIKALO. BAHU DARD HO RAHI HAI 
(PULL YOU COCK OUT OF MY ASS HOLE. IT IS HURTING ME),” she 
complained. 

I pulled my cock to the edge of her ass hole tube and pushed it in again. I did this 
a couple of times. Each time I bored deeper and deeper till my cock was fully 
inside her tight butt hole. 

I started to move my cock in and out of her rear hole.

“Oh Radha, it feels soooo great. Your gaand (ass hole) is very tight,” I panted. 

“Babu, rub her choot with your hand,” Shanti said. Pushing my hand under her 
body, I commenced to rub her cunt vigorously. 

Radha continued to groan with pain.  

After ten minutes of pumping her ass hole I was about to cum. I increased the 
speed and shortened my strokes. Then with a loud, “AHHH,” I deposited my load 
in her ass hole. 

“How did you enjoy your first gaand (ass hole) fuck,” I asked withdrawing my limp 
cock. 

“It was very painful,” Radha complained. 

“You’ll get use to it,” I laughed. 

“Amma, you are very bad. Why did you tell me that it won’t pain?” Rahda 
complained. 

“It was to punish you for losing your virginity without my consent,” Shanti said, 
“and babu will fuck you in your ass hole daily till you enjoy taking his cock up 
your butt.”   

“AWWW AMMA, that is not fair,” Radha said. 

“Who said life is fair?” Shanti said, “Babu, isski gaand ek baar phir maro (Babu, 
fuck her once more in her ass hole.”

“AMMA, NOOOO,” Radha said. 

“Shut up and get into position,” Shanti said. 

Reluctantly Radha got into gang fuck position and I fucked her in her tight ass 
hole again.

Second part of my plan to fuck mother and together was a success. Now Dolma 
was to be inducted in the group.  

Radha and Dolma, being about the same age, had become good friends. They 
spent a lot of time in with each other. Many a times I met Dolma in the staircase 
and had a quick uprighter or went up to roof for a quick regular fuck. 

One Sunday morning Radha and I were lying in bed. Shanti was in the kitchen to 
make tea. 

“I wish you would…,” I said playing with her tits. 

“What do you wish? Babu, please tell me,” she begged. 

“Okay, but keep it to yourself. When Shanti had gone on leave then Dolma had 
agreed to work here,” I said. 

“Yes I know,” Radha said. 

“She is sooo sexy. I want to fuck her,” I said. 

“You have two choots still you want another one,” she asked. 

“Fucking different cunts keeps a man young,” I chuckled. 

“If that is the case then amma can bring local girls as she did before I came,” she 
suggested. 

“The local girls don’t have the kind of sex appeal Dolma has,” I said, “I told you 
because you are her friend. If you can’t help me then you can forget the whole 
thing.” 

“Please don’t get angry. I didn’t refuse. I promise I’ll try my best,” she said. 

“Good girl, that is what I want,” I said and getting on top of her sent my cock up 
her fuck hole. 

“Can I tell amma?” she said. 

“If you have to but don’t say anything about me,” I said starting the fuck motion.  

“God! You both are fucking again,” Shanti said, “Babu, your tea will get cold.” 

“We’ll finish soon,” I said banging my cock into Radha’s choot with all my might. 

“OH BABU IT IS LOVELY. DON’T STOOOPPPP. OH OHHHH I AMMMM 
CUUUMMMMIIIIIGGGGG,” she screamed and fell back gasping for breath. I 
continued to fuck her hard. Few strokes later I spurted my seed in her cum 
hungry choot and rolled off. 

“Oh Babu,” Radha panted, “I love an early morning fuck. It is the best.” 

“Radha, tea has become cold. Please heat it,” I said and turning to Shanti added, 
“You can lick my cock clean.” 

“Shanti, have you ever licked a choot?” I asked as she sucked my cock clean. 

“Yes, many years ago when I was not married,” she said. 

“How was it?” I asked. 

“I liked it, why?” she said. 

“I’d like you to lick Radha’s choot,” I said. 

“BABU NO. She is my daughter,” she replied. 

“So what? She has a choot like any girl,” I said. 

“When she comes back I want to see mother and daughter licking each others 
choot,” I said.

“Here,” Radha said giving me a cup and getting into bed.  

“Radha, lie back with your legs apart,” Shanti said. 

Shanti crouched between her daughter’s legs and separating her lower lips 
pressed her swollen clit.  

“OH AMMA,” Radha moaned. Then she licked up and down Radha’s slit.  

“AMMA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Radha moaned, “IT IS DIRTY.” 

“Shh close your eyes and enjoy yourself,” Shanti said and buried her face 
between her open thighs. Radha moaned as Shanti started to lick again. 

“Oh God, it feels soooo good,” she moaned pressing Shanti’s head with both her 
hands to her choot. 

I had finished my tea and seeing Shanti’s in favorable position got behind her 
and started poking her, sometimes in her choot and sometimes in her ass hole. 

“Oh babu,” Shanti moaned. 

“Go on I am just poking around,” I laughed.

Shanti continued to lick until Radha’s breath came in gasps. Shanti sensed that 
Radha was about to come. Shanti grasped her hips and taking Radha’s clit in her 
mouth sucked it. 

“Oh amma, oh amma,” Radha moaned. Her hips moved up and down in fuck 
motion. 

Suddenly Radha’s body arched and throwing back her head screamed, “OH 
AMMA, OH OHHH I AM CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG.”

Shanti lapped up her daughter’s love juices. Shanti raised Radha’s legs and 
shoved her tongue deep inside her choot and started to fuck her with her tongue. 

“AAAAGGGHHHRRR,” Radha growled. 

Shanti continued till Radha’s choot exploded. “OH OHHH I AMMM 
CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG,” Radha screamed moving her hips 
up and down wildly nearly dislodging Shanti’s mouth. 

“Shanti, it is enough,” I said, “Now Radha will lick your choot.” 

Shanti lay down with her legs apart.

“Babu, you’ll have to guide me,” Radha said, “I’ve never licked a choot before.” 

“There is nothing to it. Just crouch between your mother’s legs then stick out your 
tongue and lick away,” I said, “and I’ll fuck you from behind.” 

Radha kneeled between Shanti’s legs and separating her lower lips started to 
lick. At first she was tentative but then liked the taste and licked Shanti’s choot 
with full vigor. She sucked Shanti’s swollen clit. Shanti came. 

“Quick lick her love juices and fuck her with your tongue,” I said fucking her. 

Few minutes later Shanti shouted, “OH OHH I AMM CUMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGG.” 
Radha stopped and looked at me. “Go on till I cum,” I said.

Radha continued to tongue fuck her. Her tongue moved in and out of Shanti’s 
choot and up and down moved Shanti’s hips. By the time I emptied my balls in 
Radha’s back side Shanti had cum half a dozen times. 

“Oh dear child, you were wonderful,” Shanti panted kissing her daughter.

“Thank you for the show,” I said jumping out f bed, “It is late I must go to office. 
Now you know what to do on lonely afternoons.” 

Before going to bed that night Radha whispered, “I have a plan. I’ll talk to amma 
after you leave.” 

Next morning I left for work as usual. I didn’t let the latch click but held the knob. 
After ten minutes I tip toed inside. Mother and daughter were in the kitchen 
drinking tea. I stood out side and listened to their conversation. 

“Amma, Dussera is approaching and I was thinking that we should give babu a 
present,” Radha said. 

“It would be nice but we have nothing to give,” Shanti said. 

“We have something he loves,” Radha said with a naughty smile. 

“What is it?” Shanti asked. 

“Choots (Cunts),” Radha giggled. 

“Lakin woh hum dono ko chod chuke hain (But he has fucked both of us),” Shanti 
said. 

“I was not thinking of our cunts but a new cunt,” Radha said, “Do you think he’ll 
like it? She is not a virgin.” 

“Oh every man loves to fuck a new cunt whether it is virgin cunt or not. They say 
it keeps them young,” Shanti giggled, “Who did you have in mind?” 

“I was thinking of Dolma,” Radha said. 

“Forget her she has a husband to fuck her. She will never agree,” Shanti said. 

“She might. Once I asked her how her sex life was. She said it was lousy. 
Bahadur gets on top once in a month and after a couple of pushes rolls of and 
goes to sleep,” Radha said. 

“Have you realized that you’ll have to tell her that babu is fucking you,” Shanti 
warned. 

“Yes, amma, I have,” Radha agreed. 

“Don’t mention me,” Shanti said. 

“Of course not,” Radha said. 

“You can try,” Shanti said, “There is no harm in trying.” 

“Thanks, I will when she come up today,” Radha said. 

They were expecting Dolma. I left the flat quickly.

I had to catch Dolma before she met Radha. Therefore I waited in the staircase 
for her. Luck was with me. Few minutes later I saw Dolma climbing the stairs. 

“What are you doing here?” Dolma asked surprised. 

“Waiting for you, come,” I lied smoothly and pushing her against wall and raising 
her sari shoved my cock up her choot. After we had finished I told her the gist of 
my conversation with Radha. 

“Is she mad? I would never agree,” Dolma said. 

“Silly girl, you do not understand. I want you to agree,” I said. 

“Oh but I still won’t agree,” she insisted. 

“Remember I own your hole and soul,” I said. 

“Oh God! What do you want?” she said. 

“Agree to let me fuck you in Radha’s presence,” I said. 

“It is not fair, forcing me like this,” she protested. 

“Life is not fair,” I said, “I have to go. Meet me on the stairs in the evening at six. 
Remember first say no…she will insist…let yourself be persuaded…then agree 
but reluctantly.” 

At six I climbed the stairs. Dolma was waiting for me. “Have you been waiting 
long?” I asked.

“No, I just came,” she said. 

“What happened?” I asked. 

“Everything is as you wanted. You can fuck me in her presence on Friday 
morning,” Dolma giggled. 

“Tell me in detail,” I said. 

“Dolma, do you remember that you told me you have a lousy sex life?” she said. I 
had told her once about Bahadur. 

“Yes I do,” I said. 

“You can enjoy sex if you want,” she said. 

“How?” I asked. 

“By sleeping with babu,” she giggled. 

“Are you mad? I can’t do it. I am married. If Bahadur finds out he’ll kill us both,” I 
said. 

“Oh you don’t know what you are missing. When his long thick cock goes up your 
choot and moves in and out….oh God it feels so nice,” she sighed. 

“(Kya shaabji tujhe chod rahe hain? (Is shaabji fucking you?)” I said. 

“Haan, woh mujhe chod rahe hain (Yes, he is fucking me),” Radha giggled.  

“Does it really feel so good?” Dolma asked. 

“Oh Dolma, you can’t imagine how good it feels,” Radha said, “I say try it.” 

“I am willing to try but am scared of Bahadur,” I said. 

“Bahadur will not know. Babu tujhe apne palang main chodenge (Babu will fuck 
you in his bed),” she said. 

“What about your amma?” I asked. 

“You come when she has gone to the market,” she said. Then we agreed on 
Friday at eleven a.m.

Shanti told me the plan in confidence. I didn’t tell her that I had asked Radha to 
get Dolma’s choot. 

On Friday I came back from office at eleven. Shanti met me at the door. She was 
naked. “Where are they?” I whispered. 

“They are both naked and waiting for you in your bedroom,” she whispered, “You 
take off your clothes and wait here. I’ll go in.” 

I waited outside the door. 

“Radha, babu is here,” Shanti said entering the room. 

“Oh my God, Radha, it is your mother,” Dolma yelped trying to hide her naked 
choot. 

“Dolma, stay in bed. Radha you go and welcome babu,” Shanti said pulling 
Dolma’s hands away from her choot, “I have seen many naked cunts before.” 

At this point Radha and I entered the room. “My God, Dolma. What are you doing 
in my bed?” I asked feigning surprise.   

“Happy Dussera,” Shanti and Radha chanted and lifted Dolma’s legs to display 
her choot, added, “Babu, happy fucking.” 

Dolma smiled shyly.

“Thank you,” I said, “I hope you have oil handy?” 

“Babu, pahele isse chod tau lo phir gaand bhi maar lena (Babu, first screw her 
then you can fuck her in her ass hole also),” Radha giggled. 

“Radha, lagta hai babu Dolma ko pahele hee chod chuke hain (Radha, it seems 
that babu has fucked Dolma),” Shanti said softly. 

“Babu, is that so?” Radha asked. I grinned getting into bed. 

“Radha, go get oil in a bowl,” Shanti whispered.

“Oh Dolma, your choot is so beautiful,” I said running my fingers through her slit. 
She blushed and opened her legs. I got on top of her and sliding my cock into her 
choot started the fuck motion. 

“Amma, she took his whole cock inside her cunt without an uff,” Radha said. 

“I told you that Dolma’s choot has tasted babu’s cock before,” Shanti said. 

I pumped her choot with hard strokes. Her bottoms moved up and down furiously 
in rhythm of my in and out movement. “Oh shaabji,” Dolma moaned. 

“Dolma, is fucking nice?” Radha asked. 

“Y…hes, very nice,” Dolma moaned. 

I felt my sperm rising. I increased the speed of my strokes. My strokes became 
shorter and harder. Suddenly Dolma threw her head back. Her body arched. 
“OHH SHAABJII, OHHHH SHAABBBJIIII I AMM CUUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG,” 
she screamed and fell back gasping for breath. 

I continued to ram my cock inside her choot and few strokes later, with a loud 
grunt, shoved my cock deep into her choot and deposited my load at the mouth if 
her womb. 

“Dolma, how was it?” Radha asked. 

“It was fantastic,” Dolma gushed. 

“Aren’t you glad that I persuaded you to taste babu’s cock?” Radha said. 

“Yes, very glad,” Dolma replied suppressing a smile. 

“Dolma, now I’ll give you pleasure in another way,” I said when I was hard again, 
“Turn around and get on all fours.” 

“Kya aap mujhe piche se chodenge? (Are you going to fuck me from the rear?)” 
she asked getting on all fours. 

“Nahin, main teri gaand maarunga (No, I am going to fuck you in your ass hole),” 
I said getting behind her. 

Immediately she put her hand on her puckered hole to protect it and sat down. 
“No, I won’t let you fuck me in my butt. It is very painful,” she said. 

“How do you?” Radha asked, “Has Bahadur fucked your in your ass?” 

“Not really,” Dolma said, “He has tried many times. Each time he presses for 
entry but never enters and always ejaculates outside. It is very painful.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll enter,” I said, “Dolma, now turn around and get on all fours.” 

“Please shaabji, it will hurt very much. Your cock is very thick,” she said pointing 
to my cock. 

“That is why he’ll be using oil to make the entry nearly painless,” Shanti said 
showing her the bowl of oil.  

“Please Shanti, tell shaabji not to fuck me in my ass hole,” Dolma begged. 

“Sorry, get into position,” Shanti said. 

Hesitatingly Dolma got into position. “Shanti, press her head on the pillow and 
hold it there and Dolma, you spread your ass cheeks with both your hands,” I 
said. 

This gave me a clear view of her very delicious looking cunt and the puckered 
rosebud of her anus as well. Dipping my fingers in the oil I began to lubricate her 
back entrance. She moaned with pleasure as my fingers rimmed the edge of her 
anal opening and then gently I slid one finger inside carrying a good portion of 
lubricant with them. 

“Dolma, I see you are enjoying it,” I laughed. 

“Oh yes it feels good,” Dolma moaned. 

One, two, and then three fingers disappeared into Dolma’s tight rear entrance. 

“OWWW, it hurts,” Dolma protested at this invasion. I began to slowly stroke my 
fingers in and out of the tight opening. 

“Oh shaabji, it feels so good,” she squealed. 

“Oh shaabji, why have you stopped?” she moaned in protest when I finally 
removed my oily fingers from her now relaxed ass hole. 

“Patience, I'm going to put my cock in as soon as I have finished oiling it,” I said 
and began to coat my throbbing cock with oil. 

“Now for the real thing,” I said placing my slippery shaft on her rear entrance. 

Grasping my cock in one hand, I began to slowly push forward watching carefully 
as it began to stretch to accommodate me. 

“OOOOO, please stop it hurts,” Dolma complained. 

Without replying I continued to apply pressure. Despite liberally lubricating her 
ass hole and my cock I found the entry tough. 

“SHAABJI, OHH STOP IT IS HURTING. OHH PLEASE STOP,” Dolma shouted. 

“I am entering,” I panted. 

Her ass hole was giving way. I saw the opening stretch and the wrinkles of her 
puckered hole smoothening. 

“AAAAAAYYYYIIIEEE MAR GAYI (AAAAYYYYIIIIEEEE I AM DYING),” Dolma 
screamed at top of her voice as suddenly her sphincter snapped pen and my 
cock rushed into the depths of her ass hole till my balls rested against her cunt.

“I am in,” I announced and started the in and out motion. 

“OH BABU APNA MOTA LAURDA MERI GAAND MAIN SE NIKALO (OH BABU 
TAKE YOUR THICK COCK OUT OF MY ASS HOLE),” she shouted and began 
to sob softly.  

“Relax the painful part is over. Now you’ll feel good,” I said continuing to pump 
my cock gently in her ass hole.  

Her butt hole was very tight making my in and out movement difficult. ‘Oh Dolma, 
it feels soooo great. Your gaand (ass hole) is very tight,” I panted and pushing 
my hand under her body, commenced to rub her cunt vigorously. 

Without replying Dolma continued to groan with pain but after ten minutes of 
pumping she moaned with pleasure, ‘Oh shaabji.”

I was about to cum. I increased the speed and shortened my strokes. From the 
movement of her hips I sensed that she was also in the last stages. I started to 
bang my cock mercilessly into her. Her breath became short and her whole body 
quivered. 

“OHH SHHHHHAAAAAABBBBBBJJJJJJIIIIII,” she screamed as she went into 
her orgasm.

“OH I AMMMM CUMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGG TOOO,” I shouted and injected 
my hot cum into her ass hole and lay on her gasping for air. 

“How did you enjoy your first gaand fuck,” Shanti asked as I pulled out my limp 
cock from her ass hole. 

“I liked it,” Dolma said blushing. 

“WHAT?” Radha shouted incredulously. 

“I said that I enjoyed it,” Dolma said, “You should try it also.” 

“Babu fucks her butt everyday but she doesn’t seem to enjoy it,” Shanti laughed. 

“Ask shaabji to keep fucking her ass hole someday she’ll like it,” Dolma grinned. 
Radha wondered whether she had recruited a friend or a foe in their fuck circle. 

I fucked the three cunts together. 

I was surprised that Bahadur let Dolma spend most of her time in my flat. When I 
left for work in the morning Dolma was present and when I returned she was still 
there. One morning I asked Dolma. 

“What do you tell Bahadur when you come here?” I said. 

“In the beginning I told him that amma is teaching me cooking,” she said. 

“And now?” I asked. 

“Now I don’t have to say anything. He himself says that I’ll get bored sitting alone 
and should visit Radha and amma,” Dolma said.

“He is not suspicious is he?” I asked. 

“No, if had been then I would be dead by now,” she said. 

Life was good. We enjoyed ourselves. Three weeks later a telegram arrived 
stating that my parents were no more. They had died in a road accident and I 
should return home immediately. 

While I was packing my three ‘beauties’ started crying. 

“Why are you crying?” I asked. 

“What will become of us,” Radha wailed. 

“Silly girl, I’m going for a week. I’ll be back,” I said kissing her. 

“I know you’ll never come back,” Dolma said. 

“No, Dolma, I’ll be back,” I said hugging her, “See I’m taking only one bag with 
me. Rest of my belongings I am leaving here.” 

“He is right,” Shanti said wiping her tears, “Let him go happily. He will be back. In 
the meanwhile we’ll keep an eye on his belongings.” 

Promising to be back in a week I left. 

End of part 2

To be continued…