HEAVEN ON EARTH

(Part 3)

By Sahebji

Before I start the 3rd part, here are the last few lines of the 2nd part:

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. 

Now for the 3rd part:

Two days later I arrived at my parents’ house. It looked the same but with my 
parents gone I knew it won’t be the same. I loved them despite our differences. 
Tears welled up in my eyes. Wiping the tears I entered. 

Madhu, Sunil and Rajan welcomed me. For a while we all hugged each other and 
wept. The cremation of the earthly remains of my parents had already taken 
place. 

“What happened?” I asked. 

“They were returning from their yearly pilgrimage trip when a loaded truck 
rammed into them,” Rajan said, “They and the driver died on the spot.” 

“What about the truck driver?” I asked. 

“Police has him but it was not his fault,” Sunil said, “According to eye witnesses 
our driver swerved to save a child running across the street and losing control 
crossed over to the wrong side of the road.”

“It was destiny. You can’t do anything to change your fate,” Madhu said. 

“What is now to be done?” I asked. 

“First of all Sunil, Madhu and I would like to request you to give up your job and 
take over papa’s business,” Rajan said. 

“Sorry, I am very happy. You two can run the business. Madhu is also a 
graduate. She can also pitch in,” I said, “I came because I loved them and 
wanted to pay my respects to the departed Souls.” 

“You mean that you relinquishing your share in the business,” Madhu laughed. 

“I didn’t say that,” I laughed, “If they have left anything to me then I’ll take it. How 
will we know?”  

“Mr. Sahay, our solicitor, will read both the ‘Wills’ tomorrow at 11 a.m. in the main 
sitting room,” Rajan said. 

In the evening I saw Sarita. She looked dazzling. She had blossomed into a 
beauty. She had grown a couple of inches in height and looked slimmer. I 
recalled the humiliation I had suffered at her hands. I also remembered to take 
revenge. With my parents gone nobody could stop me now. I decided to keep an 
eye on her.  

The ‘Wills’ of my parents didn’t contain any surprises. Other than small bequests 
to old retainers and donations to religious organizations they had left everything 
to us three in equal shares.  

In the next few days the family lawyer, a real estate consultant, a chartered 
accountant and the three of us sat together and divided the estate in three near 
equal parts. 

During our meetings I noticed that Sarita was covertly watching me. Whenever 
our eyes met she would blush and lower her eyes. 

“Raja, please change your mind and stay here,” Madhu said. 

“Thanks Madhu but my mind is made up. I’ll stay till I have converted my share 
into cash. Why don’t you guys buy my share?” I said. 

“That would be the best,” Rajan said, “but we don’t have so much cash.” 

“Why don’t you discuss it with your bankers?” I suggested, “The factories are 
doing well.”

“Yes, well do that tomorrow,” Sunil said. 

The next day at lunch Sunil said, “Raja, we have talked with our bankers. They 
are willing to finance us but it will take ten to twelve days till the money is forth 
coming.” 

“No problem,” I said, “In the meanwhile I’ll try and dispose of the assets you don’t 
want.”

Over the next days I had several meetings with realtors. During these meetings I 
caught Sarita watching me again. Whenever I caught her eye she would blush 
and look away. 

“At first her conduct puzzled me. Then I thought maybe she wants to be fucked 
and decided to find out,” I thought.

That evening I met her coming out of Sunil and Madhu’s room. 

“Sarita,” I said. 

“Yes, master,” she said. 

“Sarita, you are very beautiful,” I said. 

“Thank you, master,” she said blushing, “How are you?”  

“I am fine,” I said. 

“Do you like to stay so far away from home?” she said. 

“Sarita, we have lot to talk about. I’m in a hurry now. Why don’t you come to my 
room at night when all have gone to sleep? Then we’ll talk, okay?” I said.  

Her face turned red. 

“Master, you are a bad man,” she said and turned to leave. 

“And you are a very beautiful girl,” I chuckled. 

I thought I had blown my chances but nevertheless I decided to wait for her that 
night. I changed into my pajama suit and waited for her. At ten thirty I heard a 
soft knock. I jumped out of my bed and opened the door. It was Sarita. I pulled 
her into the room and embraced her. 

“Please let me go,” she whispered struggling feebly to free herself but soon gave 
up. 

I kissed her gently. At first she didn’t respond but after a few seconds she 
pressed her lips to mine. I pushed my tongue in her open mouth. We sucked 
each others tongue while kneading her big boobs. When the kiss broke we were 
out of breath. 

“Oh Sarita, that was wonderful. Did you like it also?” I panted. 

“Yes master, it was lovely,” she said gasping for breath. 

“Sarita, tell me why did you create such a ruckus when I kissed you before?” I 
asked pressing her tits. 

“I don’t know. Maybe I was young and foolish,” she said. 

I didn’t believe her but who cared. The main thing was that she was in my room 
and when she leaves her cunt will be full of my cum. 

“Maybe,” I said aloud and we kissed again.

“Sarita, lets undress and get into bed,” I said when the kiss broke. 

“Master, I must go,” she said. 

Just then I pushed my pajamas down. I heard a loud gasp. I looked at her. She 
was rooted to the spot staring at my erection with wide eyes and half open 
mouth. 

“What happened?” I asked. 

“K…K…Kya sabka lund itna barda hota hai? (I…I…Is everyone’s’ cock so big?)” 
she asked. 

“How would I know? I’ve only this one,” I chuckled, “Here let me help you.” 

“No please don’t undress me,” she begged. 

“Shut up and let me take off your clothes,” I said sternly and I put my fingers in 
the waist band of her petticoat and undid the knot holding it up. Her sari fell to the 
floor. She covered her choot with both her hands. I undid her blouse and threw it 
in the corner. Then lifting her carried her to bed. 

As we lay in bed we kissed with my both hands exploring her body. 

“Master, please let me go,” she said trying to get up. 

“Sarita, shut up,” I said running my fingers between the hairy lips of he cunt. She 
blushed sweetly. I got on top of her. She pressed her thighs tightly together. 

“Sarita, open your legs,” I said. 

“Nahin, aap mujhe chodoge (No, you’ll fuck me)”, she said shaking her head. 

“You think I can’t fuck you this way,” I said placing my knee between her legs and 
transferring all my weight on it. 

“Oh it hurts,” she said and her legs opened. 

“Then you should have obeyed,” I said spreading her legs further and placing my 
cock on the mouth of her choot. I felt her stiffen. 

“You act as if you have never been fucked before,” I said sarcastically. 

“Please master, be gentle. I’ve never been with a man before,” she begged. 

“Relax, it won’t hurt a bit,” I said. 

“Mujhe darr lag raha hai. Aapka itna barda laurda meri choti si choot ke ched 
main kaisse gussega? (I am scared. How will your big cock go inside my small 
cunt hole?)” she said nervously. 

“Aisse jayega (It’ll go like this),” I said pushing forward slowly. 

“OWWWAAA,” she screamed as my swollen cockhead painfully stretched the 
small opening of her fuck hole. 

“It didn’t hurt much did it?” I laughed.  

“Not very much,” she replied bravely. 

I wanted to hurt her. I pulled back my cock to the edge of her cunt and taking a 
firm grip of her banged it inside her choot. 

“AAAAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE,” she screamed as my cock tearing 
through her hymen lodged itself balls deep inside her cunt. 

“Please stop, it is hurting,” she sobbed. 

Ignoring her pleas I continued to fuck her with hard strokes into till I deposited my 
load inside her hitherto virgin choot. 

“Sarita, how did you enjoy your first fuck?” I panted rolling off her. 

“It hurt,” she said.  

“Don’t worry you’ll enjoy it when I fuck you again,” I laughed. 

“Oh master, please don’t fuck me again,” she begged. 

“We’ll see. Now and clean my cock,” I said. 

“I’ll get a towel,” Sarita said getting up. 

“No, lick it clean,” I said. 

“I won’t lick it. It is dirty,” she said. 

“Your lower mouth made it dirty and your upper mouth is going to clean it,” I said 
grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her face into my crotch. 

“OH MASTER YOU ARE HURTING ME,” she yelled. 

“Then take my cock in your mouth and suck,” I said gruffly. 

“Aapke lund per tau khoon laga hai (There is blood on your cock),” she said. 

“It is from your choot. Suck it clean,” I said. 

“Please don’t force me to lick it,” she begged. 

I tightened my grip on her hair. “AAAAAAA,” she shouted in pain. 

When her mouth opened to yell I shoved my cock in it. “Now lick and suck it,” I 
said. 

Reluctantly she started to suck. Her warm mouth felt good. My blood rushed into 
my loins. My cock started to get hard. “Oh master you cock is getting big,” she 
said. 

“Go on sucking my cock. If you stop I’ll hit you,” I threatened. 

Soon I was hard as rock. I pushed her on her back and getting on top of her, 
said, “Open your legs.” 

“Please don’t hurt me again,” she said and started to cry. 

“It won’t hurt,” I said. She didn’t answer but continued to sob. 

“Haramzadi, apni tangain khol (Bitch, open your legs),” I hissed.  

“Oh master, don’t call me names,” she protested. 

“Then obey me,” I said, “Do you want me to slap you?” 

“No please don’t hit me,” she said and hesitatingly separated her legs. 

As soon as there was enough space for my cock I rammed it into her choot. 

“AAAAYYYYAAAAA,” she screamed, “You said you won’t hurt me.” 

“Then you should have opened your legs when I asked you the first time,” I said 
starting the fuck motion. 

As I fucked her she lay staring at the ceiling and sobbing softly. Few minutes 
later she closed her eyes and stopped crying. I continued to pump her cunt with 
regular strokes. 

“Oh,” she moaned. 

I grinned and gave her choot a couple of hard strokes. 

“Oh master,” she moaned. 

I stopped humping. “It feels nice, doesn’t it?” I chuckled. 

“Haan, bahut achcha lag raha hai. Ruk kyon gaye? Aur chodo na (Y…hes, it 
feels very nice. Why have you stopped? Fuck me more),” she said moving her 
bottoms in fuck motion. 

I laughed and recommenced the in and out movement. I varied the length and 
speed of my strokes constantly.  

“Oh master, I’ve never felt like this before,” Sarita moaned placing her hands on 
my bottoms and pressing my crotch against her own. 

Soon she started to pump her hips upward, wanting to take my cock deeper and 
deeper inside her aroused fuck hole. She bucked and humped her hips feverishly 
trying to keep in rhythm with the ever-increasing speed of my strokes. I felt my 
seed rising and pumped faster and faster. 

I sensed that Sarita was also about to cum. 

Suddenly her whole body shuddered violently, her body arched and throwing 
back her head, she screamed, “OH Y…HES, FASTER MASTER FASTER OH 
Y…HESS OH OHHH OHH Y…HESSSSSSSSssss,” and drenching my cock with 
her cum fell back on the bed gasping for breath. 

Few strokes later I rammed my cock deep inside her young choot and with a loud 
“AAAHHHHH,” deposited my load, blob by blob, at the mouth of her womb and 
rolled off. 

“How was it?” I panted. 

“Oh master, it was fantastic,” Sarita said breathlessly, “Let me clean your cock.” 

She took my cock in her mouth and sucked. She sucked for five minutes and 
nothing happened. “Master, it is not getting hard and big,” Sarita said making a 
face, “Please make it big.” 

“It will soon become big,” I chuckled and taking a handful of her pubic hair added, 
“I don’t like hair on the choot. Remove them before you come tomorrow.” 

“I don’t know how to do it,” she said. 

“Okay, I’ll do something,” I said. 

She waited for my cock to get big while I dozed off. 

“Master, master look,” she said excitedly shaking me awake. 

“Uuggghhh, what is the matter?” I said yawning. 

“Look it has become hard and big,” she said pointing to my erect cock. 

“Yes, I see it,” I laughed and closed my eyes. 

“Master, please don’t go to sleep. Do it one more time,” she said. 

“Do what one more time?” I asked innocently. 

“You know,” she said blushing. 

“Tu chahati hai ki main tujhe chodoon? (You would like me to fuck you?),” I said. 

“Oh master yes,” she said excitedly.

“Phir keh “malik, mujhe ek baar aur chodo” (Then say “master, fuck me one more 
time),” I chuckled. 

“You are a very bad man,” she said shaking her head. 

“Say it or I am going to sleep,” I said. 

“Thero, sona mat. Malik, mujhe ek baar aur ch…chodo (Wait, don’t go to sleep. 
Master, f…fuck me one more time),” she said and hid her face in my chest. 

I laughed and got on top of her. Then we had a long satisfying fuck in which she 
came four times to my one time. Then we slept in each other’s arms. 

When I woke up in the morning she was about to leave. 

“Where are you going?” I said. 

“To my room to bathe and then to work,” she said. 

“Come here and suck my cock before you go,” I said taking out my raging 
member. 

She kneeled besides the bed and started to suck. 

“Oh it feels sooo good,” I moaned. 

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

“That I must and you have to swallow my seed without spilling a drop, 
understood?” I said. 

Ten minutes later she left with my cum in her stomach. 

Shortly before lunch I gave her tube of hair removing cream which I had 
purchased that morning. 

“Read the direction and follow them,” I said. 

She nodded. At lunch I told her that she should serve my evening tea in my 
room. At five she brought my tea. 

“Have you removed the hair?” I asked. She nodded. 

“Show me,” I said pouring a cup of tea. 

She lay down on the bed and pulling up her sari exposed her now hairless choot. 

“Your choot is beautiful,” I said caressing it. 

After I had finished my tea I banged her once and let her go. She came to my 
room every night. I fucked her at night and she sucked my cock and swallowed 
my cum every morning. 

On the fourth night I said, “Sarita, turn around and get on all fours.” 

“Kya aap mujhe kutiya ki terah chodogenge? (Will you fuck me doggie style?)” 
she said getting into gaand (ass hole) fuck position.  

“Nahin, aaj main teri gaand marunga (No, I’ll fuck you in your ass hole)” I said. 

“Master no, it is unnatural,” she said. 

“Unnatural or natural I enjoy fucking a girl in her ass hole,” I said. 

Reluctantly she got into position. I pressed her head on the pillow and squeezed 
a big blob of cream on her puckered hole from a tube and then placing my cock 
on her ass hole pressed for entry. 

“Ooooo master, it is hurting,” she groaned. 

“It’ll hurt a bit. Should it become unbearable then bite on the pillow but don’t 
shout somebody might hear you,” I said. She nodded. I pressed again. 

“AAAAAAAAA,” she screamed. 

“Bite on the pillow,” I advised. 

I doubled my efforts. I felt her ass hole opening. I saw her biting the pillow hard. 
Then she let out a blood curling scream. 

“AAAAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE,” she screamed as her sphincter 
snapped open and my cock was half buried in her rear hole. 

“I told you not to scream,” I said and stopped to listen. 

“MASTER, I COULDN’T HELP IT. IT HURT SO MUCH,” she groaned with tears 
in her eyes. 

I started the fuck motion and she cried softly. Her hole was very tight. 

After we had finished I asked, “Did you enjoy it?” 

“No, it was very painful,” she said wiping her tears. 

“You’ll enjoy it when I fuck your butt hole again,” I said. 

She made a face but did not reply. Then I fucked her in the missionary position 
followed by a fuck in her ass hole. Then we slept. In the morning I fucked her 
rear hole again. 

At breakfast Rajan asked, “Raja, did you hear a scream last night?” I wonder who 
it was?”  

“It was Sarita,” I chuckled. 

“Sarita! Did you deflower her?” Rajan asked. 

“Oh I opened her choot four days ago. Yesterday I took her ass hole cherry,” I 
chuckled taking bite of my toast. 

“Is she a good lay?” Rajan asked. 

“Why ask me? Call her to your room and find out for yourself,” I grinned. 

“You wouldn’t mind,” Rajan asked. 

“Of course not,” I said. 

Rajan called Sarita. “Sarita, I want you to come to my room after lunch,” Rajan 
said, “I would like to check out both your holes.” 

“Who do you think I am?” she replied rudely. 

“I wonder what your father would think when I tell him that for the last four nights 
you have spent in Raja’s bedroom getting fucked in all your holes,” Rajan said 
quietly. 

“Please malik, if you tell him then he’ll kill me,” Sarita said. 

“Then come to my room at two thirty sharp,” Rajan said dismissing her. She gave 
me an angry look before leaving. 

At tea I asked Rajan, “How did you find her choot?” 

“Oh it was lovely but I loved her ass hole. It was real tight,” he chuckled. 

“She let you fuck her in the ass hole?” I asked. 

“At first she refused but when I threatened to box her ears she complied,” Rajan 
laughed. 

She came to me at night. She was angry. She stood next to my bed with hands 
on her hips. “Why did you tell Rajan master about us?” she said angrily. 

“Come here first,” I said catching her by the hand and pulling her into the bed. 

I laid her on her back and placed a knee on top of her. “Now tell me what you 
were asking,” I said undoing the buttons of her blouse. 

“Why did you tell Rajan master about us?” she said. 

“I didn’t tell him,” I chuckled kissing and sucking her excited nipples, “You did.” 

“I did not tell him,” she said placing her hands on her tits, “Leave me alone.”

“It was your scream last night that betrayed you,” I said undoing her sari, “Rajan 
asked me who screamed. I told him the truth.” 

“You could have lied,” she said. 

“Me! Lie to my brother? Never,” I laughed, “But Rajan was telling me that you 
enjoyed yourself immensely and agreed to visit him again tomorrow afternoon.” 

“Yes, it was nice,” she said hiding her face in my chest. 

“Then why are you complaining?” I said getting on top of her and ramming my 
cock into hot choot. 

“AAAHHHH,” she sighed, “but your cock is more satisfying.”

One morning at breakfast Sarita, dressed in a blood red cotton sari, matching 
blouse and a red bindi, was looking very beautiful. Sunil, Rajan and I could not 
keep our eyes off her. Madhu was watching us. 

“She is beautiful isn’t she?” Rajan said to Sunil.  

“Y…hes, she is so beautiful that I’d like to stick my cock in her tight teenage 
choot,” Sunil said. 

“Ahem,” Madhu cleared her throat making her presence known. 

Ignoring Madhu, I said, “Aap iss haramzadi ko chod kyon nahin dete (Why don’t 
you fuck the bitch?)” 

“Hey, you are talking to my husband,” Madhu warned. 

“I know,” I chuckled, “It’s about your pleasure also.” 

“Like hell it is. Agar Sunil iss haramzadi ko chodega tau meri choot ko kya mazaa 
aayega (If Sunil fucks this bitch then how does my cunt feel the pleasure?)” 
Madhu said. 

“She could lick your cunt,” I said. 

“I am not a lesbian,” she said.

“Come off it, you don’t become a lesbian if a girl licks your choot once in a while,” 
I said.

“What happens if she refuses to lick my choot?” Madhu said. 

“Easy, box her ears,” I said.

“Oh I see. Don’t worry I’ll handle the bitch,” Madhu said. 

At ten thirty I saw Sarita entering Madhu’s bedroom. I listened outside the door. I 
heard a sound of a slap and Sarita screamed. Then there was silence.   

At lunch Madhu and Sunil looked very happy. “Madhu, how did it go?” Rajan 
asked. 

“Oh it was heavenly,” Madhu said. 

“Did she give any trouble?” I asked. 

“She was very rude at first. I slapped her. She screamed loudly. I caught her by 
her hair and hissed threateningly, “You bloody bitch, if make another sound I’ll 
shave your bloody head.”

“Please ma’am, let me go. You’re hurting me,” she begged. 

“You promise to behave?” I said. She nodded vigorously. 

“Good. Sunil, undress her,” I said. 

“She stood quietly as Sunil undressed her. I was already lying on bed naked. 
Sunil caught her by the scruff of her neck and shoved her face against my choot. 
She had a choice. Lick and live or suffocate. She chose to live,” Madhu giggled. 

“I am glad she chose to live because as a corpse she would have been of no use 
to us,” Rajan laughed. 

“Then she licked my choot while Sunil fucked her from behind,” Madhu said. 

“Oh I enjoyed fucking her in both her holes,” Sunil grinned, “Both her holes were 
very tight.” 

“Did she fuck you with her tongue?” I asked. 

“Yeah,” Madhu said, “It was fantastic.” 

“Tongue fucking! Is it nice?” Rajan asked. 

“Have you seen her tongue?” Madhu said. 

“No,” Rajan said. 

“Wait, I’ll show you,” Madhu said, “Sarita, come here.” 

“Yes, madam,” Sarita replied.

“Bitch, show Rajan master your tongue,” Madhu said. 

Sarita stuck her tongue out. Her tongue was long, slim and pointed. 

“Wow, that is some tongue,” Rajan exclaimed, “Did you lick her cunt also?” 

“No but I promised to eat her pussy tomorrow,” Madhu said, “Right, bitch?” 

Sarita blushed and nodded. 

“Sarita, tell me: are you a good girl or a slut?” I said. 

Sarita stood with downcast eyes and did not reply.

“What sort of question is this?” Madhu asked.

“Do you remember what her father said when I had kissed her a year ago? He 
said that Sarita is a good girl not a slut,” I said. 

“So,” Madhu said. 

“Sarita is not a good girl now, but a slut,” I said, “Answer me.” 

“I am a slut,” Sarita said sobbing softly. 

“Good, slut, you may go now,” I said. 

At night Sarita came to me. After we had fucked, she said, “Malik, aapne mujh se 
badla lene ke liye choda tha? (Master, did you fuck me to take revenge?)” 

I didn’t reply but continued to play with her tits. “Please answer me,” she said 
with tears in her eyes. 

“Yes, I wanted to prove to your father that you are not a good girl but a slut,” I 
said. 

“Now you’ll tell him,” she asked sobbing softly. 

“No, I’ve changed my mind,” I said. 

“Why?” she asked. I remained silent. 

“Master, why?” she repeated. 

“Because I’ve started to like you,” I said. 

“Please take me with you when you leave?” she said. 

“No,” I replied. 

“I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll be your slut and even be a whore if you want,” she 
said. 

“No, you remain here and be Rajan, Sunil and Madhu’s slut,” I said getting on top 
of her. 

“Master, pleeeaaassse,” she begged closing her legs. 

“I’ve said no and that is final. Open your legs now,” I said. 

Few days later I liquidated all my assets and after investing the cash in bank 
deposits and mutual funds I returned to my duty. 

I opened the door of my flat. A strange sight met my eyes. All the furniture was 
pushed into a corner. The carpets were rolled up. Two half packed suitcases 
were lying on the floor. Radha was sitting in the sun filtering through the window 
and knitting. Shanti was nowhere in sight. 

Radha turned around to see who has come. On seeing me she dropped her 
knitting, her eyes widened and yelled, “AMMMMAAAAA.” 

“What is the matter? Why are you shouting?” Shanti replied from the kitchen. 

“AMMMAAAA, HEEE IS HEEEEERE,” Radha shouted and ran towards my open 
arms. 

I gathered her in my arms and we kissed wildly. Suddenly she started hitting me 
with her fists and crying uncontrollably. Shanti came in and I hugged her. To my 
surprise she also started to cry. 

“Why are you crying?” I asked. 

Before she could reply someone started banging at the door loudly. 

“See who it is?” I told Shanti. 

It was Dolma. “OH SHAAAABBJIII, YOU ARE BACK,” she shouted kissing and 
hugging me. She kept repeating, “OH SHAABJI, YOU HAVE COME,” between 
hugs and sobs.  

“What is going on? You women are strange. When I left you cried and when I 
return you cry,” I asked. 

Dolma and Radha were in no condition to reply. Shanti said, wiping her tears, 
“When seven days passed and we did not hear from you we thought that you 
were not coming back any more.” 

“I sent a telegram to Mr. Singh extending my leave till the end of the month. Why 
didn’t you ask him?” I said. 

“Why didn’t you inform us?” Radha said pouting. 

“What was the use? None of you can read,” I said. 

They looked at each other and laughed. 

“We never thought of that,” Dolma said laughing. 

“Dolma, how did you know that I was back?” I asked. 

“I was hanging the clothes to dry when Bahadur shouted that he was going to the 
market and added that you had come. My heart jumped with joy. As soon as he 
was out of sight I ran up the stairs,” she replied. 

“What is this?” I asked pointing to the state of the furniture, unpacked suitcases 
etc. 

“We were planning to vacate the flat in another two days,” Shanti said. 

“You are all foolish but very sweet. Come give me a hug and mind you no 
crying,” I said. 

We hugged and kissed. I had brought many presents for them. Few items among 
them were gold necklace, gold bangles, saris, chocolates and imported liquor. 
Suddenly Dolma started to cry. 

“Why are you crying?” Shanti asked. 

“Dolma, don’t like anything then you can exchange it with mine,” Radha said. 

“No it is not that. I like everything. It is only that I can’t wear it because of 
Bahadur,” Dolma explained wiping her tears. 

“Dolma, stop crying I’ll find a way,” I said, “Okay, what did you do for sex in my 
absence?” 

Dolma and Radha blushed and kept quiet. Shanti remained silent also. “Don’t tell 
me you fingered yourself,” I laughed. 

“We licked each other’s choot,” Shanti said softly. 

“Good, I’ve brought something for you to use when I go on leave the next time,” I 
said producing three strap on dildos with a flourish. 

“We won’t let you go next time,” Radha said. 

“We’ll see,” I laughed, “Aren’t you curious to know what it is?” 

“They look like artificial cocks,” Dolma said. 

“Exactly,” I said and explained how to strap them on etc.

There were still two days before I joined duty. During these two days we fucked 
and fucked. While I fucked one of them the other two either licked each other’s 
cunt or fucked each other with the dildos. I taught them double penetration also. I 
made Dolma lie down with a dildo strapped on. Then Shanti impaled herself on it 
and Radha shoved her dildo up Shanti’s ass hole. After Shanti, Radha and 
Dolma tried it. They all loved it.

That evening I gave two bottles of Black Dog Scotch whisky to Bahadur. “Thank 
you, Shaabji,” Bahadur said, “It was not necessary.” 

“I know but wanted to give you something,” I said, “As a matter of fact I’ve 
brought presents for Shanti and Radha. I hope you don’t mind if give Dolma 
something because she worked for me also.” 

“Sure, give her whatever you want,” Bahadur said taking a long swig from the 
bottle of Black Dog, “Ah imported stuff is so smooth.”

After a few days I told the girls my plans. I had enough money. I was planning to 
resign from my job buy a house in Murgau, a town fifty miles North West, situated 
deeper in the mountains and live there with my three mistresses. Dolma was the 
only one to object. 

“I can’t go. Bahadur will never let me go,” she said. 

“We won’t ask him. We’ll just run away together,” I said. 

I hunted for a house. After a month of house hunting I liked a three storied house 
belonging to the royal family of Murgau. It was situated just outside the town on a 
hillock approachable from the front only with steep rocks on all the other three 
sides. 

There were woods about five hundred yards away facing it. It required extensive 
repairs and modern amenities especially heating. The house had not been lived 
in for years and required major work. Initially I had the first floor with a passage 
from the ground floor repaired. I gave the work to one contractor on turnkey basis 
to be ready in six months promising him a bonus if he finished in time. In six 
months the house was ready I resigned from my job. 

“Dolma, we’ll leave in four days,” I said to her, “Bring and leave in the flat your 
things you’d like to take with you.” 

The day before we were leaving I had a drink with Bahadur. 

“Shaabji, do me a favor,” Bahadur said after a while, “When you go please take 
Dolma. She’ll be miserable without you.” 

“Y…You know,” I stammered. 

“Yes, I have known a long time,” Bahadur said nodding. 

“How? We were very careful,” I said. 

“That maybe true but whenever Dolma is emotionally disturbed she talks in her 
sleep. One night when Dolma had started working for you she said, “Oh Shaabji, 
bahut achcha lag raha hai. Aur zor se chodo (Oh Shaabji, it is lovely. Fuck me 
harder)”.

“You didn’t say anything,” I said. 

“Shaabji, earlier she complained on daily basis as to where I had brought her, 
she was getting bored, send me back to the village etc. but since you had started 
fucking her she has not complained and I have never seen her so happy,” he 
said. 

“What about you?” I asked. 

“Shaabji, don’t bother about me. My needs are few. There are many women in 
town who will agree to share my bed in exchange of a roof over their head and 
two square meals,” Bahadur said. 

“Thank you,” I said and before leaving I gave him some money. He didn’t want to 
take it but he accepted it on my insistence.

Couple of days later we were in our new house in Murgau. The heating was on. 

“Shaabji, it is very hot in here,” Dolma said. 

They took off the woolies they were wearing. 

“It is still hot,” Radha complained, “Can’t you make it less hot?” 

“I’ve an idea. You three will not wear any clothes as long as you are on the first 
floor,” I said. 

“You mean we…,” Dolma said. 

“Yes, you three will remain naked all the time,” I said. 

“It will be very embarrassing,” Radha said blushing. 

“You’ll get used to it,” I said, “Go take off your clothes.” 

Soon we settled down in our daily routine. We got up at seven in the morning, 
had tea and freshened up. From seven thirty to nine thirty, I taught them Basic 
English, Hindi and arithmetic. I ordered educational material for my students and 
story books etc. for me to read. Then after my bath and breakfast I went for a 
walk returning around noon. Then I had a drink followed by lunch. 

After lunch I sat on my favorite easy chair near the window over looking the 
approach to our house and the woods. We had tea at five. After tea the girls 
practiced what they had learnt in the morning for two hours. On Sundays they 
gathered round me and I narrated stories, which I had read. In the evening we all 
had drinks and went to bed after dinner. We slept in the same bed and Shanti 
chose my night’s partner. 

We were very happy.

In the beginning of October at four in the afternoon I was sitting by the window 
watching the heavy snowfall. It was already getting dark. As usual Dolma and 
Radha were arguing about something or the other. Today also they had found 
something to argue about. Shanti was watching them and knitting. 

“This year we are going to have a severe winter,” I said. 

“Yes, it seems so,” Shanti said, “It is quite early to snow like this.” 

“I am glad to be home,” I chuckled, “HEY! What is that?” 

Radha and Dolma forgot their argument and came running to me, said, “Where?” 

“Do you see that black spot in the snow? Few second back it wasn’t there,” I said 
pointing in the direction of the spot. 

“I can’t see anything,” cried Dolma. 

“Nor can I,” Radha lamented. 

“Shanti, you look. You have very sharp eyes,” I said, “Dolma, get the binoculars.” 

Shanti looked. “Yes, there is something there,” Shanti said and then peering 
through the binoculars, added, “Babu, it is moving. God, it is a man. He has fallen 
and is now still.” 

“If we leave him there he’ll die,” I said, “Shanti, Dolma you come with me.” 

“I’ll come too,” Radha said. 

“No, somebody must stay at home,” I said. “You heat up a bowl of water and 
keep some blankets ready.” 

We reached the spot. It was girl lying in a faint. It took us about thirty minutes to 
carry her to the house. 

“Take off her clothes and hang them in the laundry room to dry and wrap her in a 
blanket,” I said. 

I watched Shanti undress her. The sari she was wearing was meant for festive 
occasions. She was either on her way to a party or coming from one. She was a 
local girl and like all locals very fair and quite beautiful. 

She was around fourteen/fifteen years old. Her boobs were firm and her nipples 
hard and pointed. The pubic hair had started to grow on her cunt. The lips of her 
cunt were pressed together with the clit peeping out from in between. 

She was delectable sight. On seeing her virgin body my blood rushed into my 
loins and my cock became rock hard. 

Shanti noticed my hard on and smiled. “She is quite pretty,” Shanti whispered, 
“Iss se chodene main barda mazaa aayega (It would be very enjoyable to fuck 
her).”  

“Yes, only if she agrees,” I said. 

“Don’t worry she’ll agree,” Shanti said rubbing her chest. Radha and Dolma 
started to rub her hands and feet. 

“Force some cognac down her throat with a spoon,” I suggested, “It’ll warm her 
insides.” 

After twenty minutes she moved. “Where am I?” the girl groaned. 

“Thank God,” Radha said, “She is alive.” 

“I thought she won’t make it,” Dolma said. 

“You are in my house warm and safe,” I said, “Were you trying to commit suicide 
roaming around in this weather?” 

“Oh it is a long story,” she said with tears running down her cheeks. 

“Tell us. We have time,” I said, “What is your name?”  

“My name is Mantra. I’m from Sastrogi. It is situated ten miles south of the 
woods,” she said. 

“I know. I’ve been there,” I said. 

“I got married last night. My husband was also from Sastrogi. Today morning I 
accompanied my husband to his house reaching there at we reached around 
eleven. Everyone, including me, was very happy. Then disaster struck. At eleven 
thirty my husband had a massive heart attack and died before help could arrive. 
They blamed me for his death. They took all I possessed and turned me out of 
the house,” she said. 

“Did you go back to your parents?” I said. 

“No I didn’t want to be a burden on them. Anyway someday I had to stand on my 
own feet,” she said, “I decided to come to Murgau. I have a friend here anfd 
thought she would help me find a job. The weather was good when I started 
walking towards Murgau.”

“Weren’t you scared,” Radha said, “Agar raaste main koyi tujhe chod deta tau 
kya karti? (What would you have done if somebody raped you on the way?)” 

“What could I do?” she replied. 

“Oooo, I would have been very scared,” Dolma said shivering.  

“Shh…then what happened?” I asked.

“When I was half way through the woods it started to snow heavily. I lost my way 
and went around in circles. At last I cleared the wood. I stumbled and fell. I was 
so tired I decided to rest a while and fell asleep. Then I woke up here,” Mantra 
said. 

“Lucky we saw you otherwise you would have frozen to death. Now what are 
your plans?” I asked. 

“It is so warm and comfortable here,” she said, “Can I stay here tonight?” 

“Of course, but you’ll have to pay for board and lodging,” Shanti said winking at 
me. 

“I have no money,” Mantra said. 

“She’ll find a way,” Dola giggled. 

“She always does,” Radha giggled. 

“Mantra, you will pay with your choot,” Shanti announced, “Babu will fuck you 
tonight.” 

“B…B…But I am a virgin,” Mantra stammered. 

“I love virgins. Shanti, prepare her choot. I’ll deflower her tonight,” I said. 

“No…please don’t,” Mantra pleaded. 

“Radha, give her clothes and throw her out,” Shanti said.

“You stupid girl, you’ll die if you go out in this weather,” Dolma said. 

“I know, what can I do?” she said crying softly. 

“Tonight you would have celebrated your wedding night,” Dolma said. Mantra 
nodded.

“You were expecting to lose your cherry tonight,” Radha said. Again Mantra 
nodded. 

“That is exactly what is going to happen but the man will be different,” Radha 
giggled. 

“Decide quickly: stay and get fucked or go and die,” Shanti said.

“Oh I don’t want to die,” Mantra cried. 

“So you are staying?” Shanti said. 

Mantra nodded. 

“Good, Dolma fetch the shaving kit and Radha get some hot water,” Shanti said. 

“W…W…What are you going to do?” Mantra stuttered. 

“I’m going to shave your pubic hair. Babu likes clean shaven choots,” Shanti said. 

“You have taken the right decision. Fucking is very pleasurable. You’ll enjoy it,” 
Radha said. 

“Yeah, only after you have suffered the pain of losing your virginity,” Dolma said. 

“When I lost my cherry I did not feel any pain,” Radha said. 

“I don’t believe you,” Dolma said, “I bet you screamed with pain.”

“No I did not scream…wait a minute…at first babu pushed the knob of his cock 
inside me. It hurt but not much. Then he moved the head in and out till I reached 
my orgasm. While I was having an orgasm then he shoved his cock fully inside 
my choot. I screamed but the pleasure was so great that I didn’t feel much pain,” 
Radha said. 

“On my wedding night I waited for Badahur to come. He came after midnight. He 
was drunk. On the way to the bed he dropped his pajamas. His cock was 
standing. Reaching my bed he pushed me on my back. I protested. He didn’t say 
a word and catching my legs separated them and lay on top of me. Then placing 
his cock on the entrance of my choot he rammed his cock inside. It hurt terribly. I 
screamed and screamed. He ignored my screams and started the in and out 
movement. After a couple in and out strokes he shot his load inside me hitherto 
virgin choot and rolling off me went to sleep,” Dolma said. 

“You think babu will deflower her your way,” Radha said.

“No, he won’t cause her pain,” Dolma said. 

“I think so too,” Radha said then lowering her voice giggled, “I wonder how amma 
lost her cherry.” 

“Ask her,” Dolma whispered. 

“No you ask her,” Radha whispered. 

“Amma, how were you deflowered? My way or Radha’s way,” Dolma said. 

“Child, it was so long ago that I have forgotten,” Shanti said kindly, “Now stop this 
nonsense and let us undress.” 

“May I call you amma?” Mantra asked. 

“Of course, my dear, you are like my daughter,” Shanti replied hugging her.

“Amma, chudai tau meri hogi lakin kapdre aap log uttar rahe hain (Amma, I am 
going to be fucked and you are undressing),” Mantra giggled. 

“It is the rule of the house that women have to remain naked,” Shanti explained, 
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to it”. 

“Oh,” Mantra said blushing.

“Girls, let us celebrate. Babu is going to deflower a virgin tonight,” Shanti said.

“Yes, pop the bubbly before Shaabji pops her cherry,” Dolma giggled. 

“Let’s open a can of sausages before babu’s sausage opens her choot,” Radha 
said. 

“Oh please, you are embarrassing me,” Mantra said blushing at these comments. 

“Never mind these jokers,” Shanti laughed, “you stay near me.”

We celebrated with bubbly and sausages. After dinner we were all ready to go to 
bed. I waited in bed with my cock pointing proudly towards the ceiling. Radha 
and Dolma grabbed a chair each and sat at the foot of the bed to watch the 
proceedings. 

Shanti led Mantra, who was blushing sweetly, to my bed. Mantra saw my erect 
cock; her jaw fell and eyes widened and said, “Hai, aapka lund tau bahut mota 
aur lamba hai (Gosh, your cock is very thick and long).” 

“Haan, isse theek terah dekh le. Yehi laurda teri choot phardega (Yes, look at it 
properly. This cock will deflower you),” Dolma giggled clapping. 

“Log kahete hain ki jitna barda laurda utna zaida mazaa (People say bigger the 
cock more the pleasure),” Radha giggled. 

“Oh sir,” Mantra said, “Will you take my virginity in their presence?” 

“Shaabji, please let us watch,” Dolma pleaded, “We have never seen a cherry 
being popped.”  

“Please babu, we’ll watch quietly without saying a word,” Radha begged. 

“Mantra, they will not disturbing us. Let them watch,” I said taking her in my arms 
and kissing her. 

She was a good kisser. While kissing I pressed her boobs with one hand and 
caressed her freshly shaven choot with the other. Separating her legs I climbed 
on top of her and rubbed my erect cock up and down her wet slit. 

“Oh sir, it feels so good,” Mantra moaned. 

“Shaabji will pop her cherry now,” Dolma whispered. 

“No, I think he’ll wait,” Radha whispered back. 

“He’ll deflower her now,” Dolma said. 

“Quiet you two,” Shanti whispered, “You promised not to speak.” 

The discussion about mode of deflowering had put me in two minds. I did not 
want to hurt Mantra but then I remembered Sarita’s scream. It had enhanced my 
pleasure. I knew what to do. I placed my cock at the mouth of Mantra’s virgin 
cunt and taking a firm grip of her I lunged forward. 

“AAAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEEEE,” she screamed as my cock tearing 
through her hymen buried itself to the hilt in her hitherto virgin choot. Ignoring her 
scream I started the in and out motion. 

“HAI AAPKE LAURDE NE MERI CHOOT KE CHITHERDE CHITHERDE KAR 
DIYE (OH GOSH, YOUR COCK HAS TORN MY CUNT INTO BITS),” she yelled.  

“Soon you’ll feel pleasure,” I said starting to pump her choot. 

“Oh Dolma, come on the bed. Watching babu’s cock go in and out of Mantra’s 
choot has made me very hot,” Radha moaned. 

“I’m hot too but I don’t want to miss all the fun,” Dolma said shoving her middle 
finger inside her cunt, “I am fingering myself.” 

“Good idea, me too,” Radha said rubbing her choot vigorously. 

I thrust my cock in and out of Mantra’s tight cunt with practiced ease. Her tight 
cunt stretched before my big cock, as it slid in and out of her. I continued to fuck 
her varying the speed and length of my strokes constantly. 

“Oh sir,” Mantra moaned placing her hands on my bottoms and pressing my 
crotch against her own. 

We began to move together, and in no time, Mantra was moaning and writhing 
underneath me. She bucked and thrust back and forth with me. I kept on sliding 
my cock in and out and occasionally I'd caress Mantra’s breasts and that just 
made me fuck her harder.

She started to pump her hips upward, wanting to feel my cock deeper and 
deeper inside her aroused cunt. 

Soon she bucked and humped her hips feverishly trying to keep in rhythm with 
the ever-increasing speed of my strokes.  

“OH Y…HES OHHH Y…HESSS. PLEASE GO ON. DON’T STOP,” she shouted.

I felt my seed rising. I pumped faster and faster. 

“OH DOLMA I AMMM CUMMINNNGGG,” Radha yelled. 

“SO AAMMMMM IIII, SOOO AAMMMM IIII,” Dolma screeched loudly.

Suddenly Mantra’s whole body shuddered violently, her body arched and 
throwing back her head, she screamed, “OH Y…HES, FASTER SIR FASTER 
OH Y…HESS OH OHHH OHH Y…HESSSSSSSSssss,” and drenched my cock 
with her cum. Few hard strokes later I rolled off her after filling her cunt with a 
man’s cum for the first in her life. 

“Amma, look something is oozing out of Mantra’s choot,” Radha said. 

“Yes amma, it is white and red,” Dolma said. 

Shanti looked and laughed, “You dumbos, it is babu’s cum streaked with the 
blood of Mantra’s shattered virginity. You leaked like this also when you lost your 
cherry.” 

“Mantra, how was it?” Dolma asked. 

“Oh Dolma, it was heavenly,” Mantra said. 

“Now for another treat,” Radha said winking at Dolma, “You’ll love it. Clean 
babu’s cock.” 

Mantra looked for a towel or a paper napkin and not finding any took my cock in 
her mouth and sucked it clean. Radha and Dolma looked at each other in 
surprise. 

Mantra’s warm mouth sent hot signals to my crotch. Blood rushed into my loins 
and my cock became hard. 

“Go for it, Mantra. Suck harder,” Dolma encouraged her with a naughty smile. 

“No, that is for later,” I said getting on top of Mantra and shoved my cock up her 
cunt. 

While I fucked Mantra, Dolma and Radha got into bed and licked each other’s 
choot.

When I woke up in the morning I was surprised to see that Radha and Dolma 
were already up and talking to Mantra.

End of part 3.

To be continued…