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   IT'S A MAN'S WORLD

   (Part 5)

   By Sahebji

   Before proceeding to part 5, I reproduce below the closing lines of part
4:
'They are very pretty,' jiju remarked, 'No wonder Shamit and Amit wanted

to fuck them.'

   'I wouldn't mind sticking my cock in their cunts either,' jijaji said,
'Mohan, what says you?'

   'So would I,' jiju laughed.

   'You will,' Sarit giggled, 'Our husbands have sent them especially for
you both.  They said, "when our respected brothers in law can give us one
virgin each to deflower, the least we can do is to give them the choots of
Basanti and Shanti in return" or something to that effect.'

   'Really, but what about them, will they agree?' Jiju asked.

   'Of course they will cooperate.  They love a good screw,' I laughed,
'but you will have to wait till our men arrive.'

   'Don't worry, we can wait,' jiju laughed.

   'Enough about us,' I said, 'Didi, where are the virgins?'

   NOW PART 5

   'Wait a minute,' Madhu didi laughed and rang the call bell.

   Couple of minutes later a young eighteen-year-old girl from Nepal
entered the room.  She was not exactly pretty but had a sexy air about her.
She was very fair, about 5 feet 2" tall and slim with small but firm
breasts.

   'Ma'am, you rang?' she said.

   'Yes Kanchi.  These are our sisters, Adi and Sarit, they will be staying
here with their husbands and those there are their maids, Basanti and
Shanti.  Take the maids to the kitchen, give them tea and show them to your
room.  They can also sleep there.'

   'Yes ma'am,' she said and greeted us politely.

   'Tell Tulsi to bring tea for us here,' Rashmi didi ordered.

   'As you wish ma'am,' she said and went out taking our maids with her.

   'I have seen that girl before,' I said, 'but I can't recall where?'

   'You must have seen her at our wedding,' Sarit said, 'She was Rashmi
didi's maid.'

   'Oh yes, You are right, I place her now,' I said, 'Does she know why she
is here?'

   'Yes, she knows that she is going to be deflowered,' Rashmi didi smiled,
'but she thinks that Abhi is going to do it.'

   'Jijaji?  How did she get that impression?' Sarit asked, surprised.

   'It is a long story,' Rashmi didi said.

   'Please didi, tell us,' Sarit pleaded.

   'Not now, perhaps later, first meet Tulsi,' Madhu didi said, 'she should
be here in a moment.'

   Just then we heard a pleasant voice call out, 'Madam, please open the
door, both my hands are full?'

   'That must be Tulsi bringing our tea,' Madhu didi said, 'Adi, open the
door.'

   When I opened the door, for a moment, I was stunned.  Tulsi was
gorgeous. She was easily the prettiest woman in the room.  She was about
the same age as Kanchi but looked younger.  She had big innocent eyes and
her long black hair, knitted into two plats, reached her hips.  There was
not an ounce of fat on her body.  Her curves were of the right size and at
the right places.  If her shapely boobs had been one size smaller than they
were, she would have been a favorite at the "Miss Universe" contest.

   Madhu didi introduced us and told her that our husbands would be joining
us tomorrow.  She greeted us respectfully and after serving tea left.

   'Madhu didi, she is gorgeous, when did you get her?' I asked.

   'I sacked my old maid few days after your wedding,' Madhu didi replied,
'all she did was complain about her aches and pains and watch TV.'

   'How did you find her?' I queried.

   'Two days after I had dismissed my old maid, a neighbor sent her.  I did
not want to employ her as she had no or little experience in looking after
children,' Madhu didi explained, 'but your jiju insisted, "How will she
gain experience if no one will give her a job," he reasoned.  I think the
main reason was her pretty face and village fresh choot.'

   'Didi, she is so pretty, I hope our husbands don't quarrel over her
"village fresh choot" as you put it,' Sarit giggled.

   'It won't help because Tulsi will only surrender her virginity to
Shamit,' Madhu didi clarified.

   'Why Shamit and not Amit, she has not met either of them?' Sarit asked
with a tinge of jealousy.

   'There is a story behind this too,' Madhu didi chuckled.

   'WOW!  Another story, tell us,' I said, excitedly.

   'I will but first let us listen to; why Kanchi expects to lose her
cherry to Abhi,' Madhu didi suggested.

   'A week after we returned home from your wedding, I noticed that Abhi's
eyes followed Kanchi whenever she was in the room,' Rashmi didi started to
narrate her story.

   'What is with you men,' I said to Abhi, one night when we were in bed,
'the moment you see a girl with a fair complexion your laurda (cock) gets
hard?'

   'It is not that my dear,' he replied, 'it is not her fair skin that
attracts me but her tight kori choot (virgin cunt) and secondly I have
never fucked a girl from Nepal.'

   'You want to fuck her?' I asked directly.

   'Yes desperately,' he replied, placing my hand on his erection.  'See
how hard I am just talking about her.'

   'Go ahead and fuck her,' I said, taking the bull by the horns, 'I am not
stopping you.'

   'You are not?' Abhi replied, hugging me, 'Didn't I always say that you
are the best wife in the universe?'

   'Stop buttering me, you rascal,' I chuckled, 'but under one condition.'

   'OH!  OH!  A condition,' Abhi said, 'I should have known that there will
be a string attached.  All right what is it?'

   'I want to watch when you deflower her,' I told Abhi.

   'Of course you can watch,' Abhi said laughing, 'you can even sell
tickets to your friends if you like.'

   'No thanks,' I told him, 'I don't want you to fuck my friends next.'

   'It wouldn't be a bad idea, some of them are real beauties,' Abhi said,
getting on top of me, 'Oh girls, what a night it was?'

   'Hai didi, kahin jijaji ne Kanchi ko chod tau nahin diya?  (Gosh didi, I
hope jijaji has not fucked Kanchi already?)' Sarit exclaimed.

   'Don't worry he has not,' Rashmi didi replied with confidence, 'Kanchi
is still a virgin.'

   'Next day, when I returned from work,' jijaji said, taking up the
narration, 'Kanchi was in the kitchen washing up.'

   'Kanchi, I am home, how about a cup of tea?' I said, putting my arms
round her waist and kissing her on her cheek.

   'Oh shaab (Sahib or Sir) please don't, ma'am might see us,' she
whispered, extricating her self from my grip.

   'Where is she?' I asked.

   'In her bedroom,' Kanchi said.

   'Okay, bring the tea there,' I told her.

   In the room, I told Rashmi what had taken place.  'Hmm, she neither got
angry nor did she scream but warned you of my presence,' Rashmi repeated
thoughtfully, 'Do you know what that means?'

   'Yes,' I laughed, 'it means that you will soon be selling tickets to
your friends for our private sex show.'

   'I think so too,' Rashmi giggled.

   'Darling, from tomorrow I don't want you to be home when I return from
work,' I said.

   'Where shall I go?' Rashmi asked.

   'I don't care, do what you like, go shopping or visit Madhu, but stay
out of here,' I suggested.

   'Quite a tempting proposition, I hope Mohan will also be home by then,'
she giggled.

   Next day, when I got home I asked Kanchi where Rashmi was.  She told me
that she had gone out.  Immediately, I embraced her and kissed her cheeks.

   'Oh shaab, please don't,' she protested, but made no move free herself
or to stop me.

   After kissing her several times I said, 'I will be in the sitting room,
bring the tea there.'

   After serving the tea she waited till I had taken a sip.  'Shaab, chai
theek hai?  (Sir, is the tea okay?)'

   'First class!  Thank you,' I replied and started to read the morning
papers.  I suppose, I could have taken more liberties, but not wanting to
scare her off, decided to take things slowly.

   For the next few days I remained with just kissing her on the cheek but
on the fourth day I kissed her on her lips.  'Oh shaab, you shouldn't do
that,' she protested, blushing sweetly.

   I just laughed and went to the living room to wait for my cup of tea. 
As usual she waited for me to take the first sip.  'Shaab, chai theek hai?
(Sir, is the tea okay?)' she asked, as she did everyday.

   'Hmmm, it is too sweet,' I asked, 'how much sugar have you put?'

   'One spoon only, like everyday,' she replied with a puzzled frown.

   'Hmm,' I said smacking my lips, 'then it must be the sweetness of your
lips.'

   'OH!' she said blushing and ran into the kitchen.  I followed her and
hugging her said, 'Kanchi let me taste your sweet lips again,' and kissed
her tenderly.

   At first she did not respond but a few moments later, when she did, it
turned into a real french kiss.  I pushed my tongue into her mouth and
sucked her lips.

   When the kiss broke, we both were gasping for breath.  'Kissing on the
lips is nice isn't it?' I asked.

   'Oh y...hes,' she replied, blushing and lowering her eyes.

   Kissing became our regular routine.  We kissed, whenever we saw the
opportunity, even if Rashmi was at home.  My next target was her tits.  I
had a plan but did not find the right opening.  Therefore one night I told
Rashmi my plan.

   'Don't worry lover boy,' she chuckled, 'I will do the needful.  You will
have her tits tomorrow.'

   Next day when Kanchi served my tea I said, 'Kanchi, bring some more
milk, the tea is very strong.'

   'There is no milk.  I don't know how but it has turned sour,' Kanchi
replied.

   'Tau kya hua, tu apna doodh daal deti (How does that matter, you could
have put your milk),' I suggested, staring at her boobs.

   'Apna doodh?  (My milk?)' she said puzzled but when the coin dropped,
she giggled, 'Aap mazaak kar rahe hain, mere doodh nahin ata (You are
joking, I have no milk).'

   'Let me see,' I said pulling her on to my lap.

   'Oh please let me go,' she begged but did not make any effort to get up.


   While kissing her tenderly I unbuttoned her blouse.

   'Oh shaab, please don't,' she said, as I pushed up her bra revealing a
beautiful pair of boobs.

   'Kanchi, your boobs are very pretty,' I said, squeezing them gently.

   'No, they are not, they are too small,' Kanchi replied, making a face.

   'They may be small but believe me they are really pretty,' I replied,
kissing them.

   'Oh Shaab,' she moaned loudly, as I sucked her hard pointed nipples.

   She was really enjoying herself, her eyes were closed and her moans of
pleasure got louder and louder.  Slowly, I moved my hand to her choot and
started to rub it from outside her sari.

   'Shaab, nahin (Sir, no),' she moaned, catching my hand.

   'Karne de, tujhe achcha lagega (Let me, you will like it),' I whispered.


   Hesitatingly she loosened her grip and I recommenced rubbing her cunt.
Few minutes later her hips started to move in fuck motion.

   'Oh shaab' 'Oh shaab', she moaned repeatedly.

   When I sensed that she was about to come, I quickly pushed my hand
inside her sari.  When she felt my fingers massaging her naked choot she
moaned loudly, 'OH SHAAB.' I stopped only after she had come twice.

   'Was it nice?' I asked.

   'Oh y...hes, oh y...hes,' she panted.

   'Let me do it again,' I said and shagged her one more time.

   Couple of days later, when I had finished frigging her, I asked,
'Kanchi, would like to experience a greater pleasure?'

   'Yes, very much,' she replied eagerly.

   'Then you must get rid of these hair,' I said, pulling her pubic hair
lightly.

   'Why?  What will you do?' she asked, innocently.

   'I will lick your cunt,' I told her, 'you will love it.'

   'What!  No, it is dirty,' she replied.

   'Let me worry about that, you only think of the extreme pleasure in
store for you,' I laughed.

   'Can't you do it like I am?' she asked.

   'I can but you won't enjoy it,' I laughed, 'The hair will keep getting
into my nose and I will be sneezing half the time, interrupting your
pleasure.'

   She had no intention to let her hair spoil her pleasure.  'How do I
remove them?  I have never done it before,' she inquired.

   'I will shave them for you,' I volunteered.

   'NO!' she said loudly, thinking that she will have to undress before me
but not realizing that I will see her choot, when I lick it, 'I will shave
it myself.'

   'No, you won't.  You could cut yourself,' I replied, 'Wait I have
another solution.' I gave her Rashmi's hair removing cream and explained
how to use it.

   'Okay, I will do it later,' she confirmed.

   The next day when I put my hand inside her sari I found her cunt soft
like the butt a newborn baby and devoid of all hair.

   That night I told Rashmi that tomorrow is F - Day.  'What!  So soon,'
she exclaimed.

   'Yes, tomorrow I am going to eat her pussy,' I smiled.

   'And you think the session will end by your fucking her,' Rashmi
chuckled.

   'Normally it does, doesn't it?' I laughed.  We then planned how Rashmi
could witness the proceedings.

   When I came home the next day, as per plan, Rashmi was waiting for me
outside.  I let myself in and went straight to the kitchen to divert
Kanchi's attention.  Meanwhile Rashmi slipped in and stationed herself in
our bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

   After ten minutes, I carried Kanchi into the room and laid her down on
the bed and started to undress her.  'STOP!' she shouted, 'why are you
undressing me?'

   'How will I lick your cunt, if you are still wearing your clothes?' I
asked.

   'Aap mujhe chodoge?  (You will fuck me?),' she said, looking at me
suspiciously.

   'Agar tu kahegi, tau tujhe chod bhi doonga (If you want, then I will
fuck you also).' I replied, releasing my erection from its confines.

   'No, I won't let you fuck me,' she said, staring at my erect cock, 'I am
scared of becoming pregnant.'

   'You won't, I promise you,' I assured her, 'I will be careful.'

   'That is what Bahadur told Shama, but she still got pregnant,' she said.


   'Who are these people, Shama and Bahadur?' I asked.

   'Shama is my best friend in the village and Bahadur is a rogue.  He is
50 years old, married with three grown up children,' she said, 'His
daughter is married in the neighboring village and his two sons, also
married, are in the army.'

   'What happened?' I asked.

   'Bahadur fucked Shama, assuring her that he will take precautions and
she won't become pregnant, but she still did,' Kanchi elaborated.

   'Tell me in detail,' I said, seating her on my lap and kissing her
lightly, hoping to find a clue as to how I could get between her legs.

   This is what she told me:

   'One afternoon, two years ago, I saw Shama sneaking out of my neighbor,
Bahadur's house.  I knew that she had no business being there because
Bahadur's wife would be working in the fields at this hour.'

   'I confronted her and asked her what she was doing in Bahadur's house?
At first she tried to evade my question but ultimately confessed that
Bahadur was fucking her.'

   'How did you fall in this lecher's trap?' I asked because on several
occasions Bahadur had tried to lure me to visit him.

   'Six months ago, my mother sent me to buy vegetables from his shop. 
Finding the shop empty, I went into the house.  Bahadur was there, but
drunk.  He lured me inside and half an hour later when I left, I was no
longer a virgin.  Bahdur had raped me,' Shama replied and started to cry.

   'Stop crying and tell me what happened next,' I said, brusquely.

   'Few days later, Bahadur accosted me in the bazaar and asked me to go
home with him,' she continued.

   'Nahin (No),' I told him, 'tu mujhe phir chodega (you will fuck me
again).'

   'Why not?  You yourself said it was nice,' Bahadur replied.

   'Yes I did but I don't want to get pregnant,' I told him.

   'I think you are already pregnant?' he laughed.

   'Oh my God,' I exclaimed, 'How do you know?'

   'By the way you walk, but I can confirm it by looking at your choot,'
Bahadur said.

   'I was so scared that I believed him and accompanied him to his house.
He asked me to take off my salwar (pajama part of ladies dress salwar -
kameez) so that he could inspect my cunt.

   First he looked then he poked his finger inside me and moved it in and
out.  It felt so good that I closed my eyes and before I realized, he had
replaced his finger with his lund (cock) and started to fuck me.'

   'Frankly, as I was enjoying myself, I let him have his will.  When he
finished I said, 'Oh Bahadur, why did you do it again, if I was not
pregnant before, I will surely be now.'

   'No stupid, you won't,' Bahadur laughed and pointing to his cock added,
'look.'

   I saw his cock was covered with something made out of rubber.  'What is
it?' I asked, bewildered.

   'It is a condom,' he explained, 'if I wear this, then all my seed will
collect in it and none will go inside your choot.  We can fuck without fear
of any unpleasant consequences.'

   'Since then I visit him regularly.  Kanchi, why don't you also come with
me?  I tell you fucking is really very enjoyable, you will love it,' Shama
said, trying to persuade me to join her.

   'No thank you, I am fine as I am,' I replied but added, 'What you are
doing is very dangerous, should something go wrong then your life will be
ruined.'

   'No problem, I can also wear a condom,' I said, hoping that she would
agree.

   'Shaab, as luck may have it, two months later she became pregnant,'
Kanchi said, continuing with her story, 'I asked Shama, how did this
happen? You said his seed would never enter your choot.'

   'The damned condom tore,' she said, crying.

   At first she did not tell her parents but when her belly became big, she
confessed.  Her father complained to the village elders.  They forced
Bahadur to marry her.  He didn't mind but his wife did not like it.  She
treated her like a slave.  Today, poor Shama is miserable slave with two
children.'

   'Shaab, this is Shama's story,' Kanchi said, concluding it.

   It was clear to me that Kanchi will not let me fuck her so I decided to
at least get a look at her choot.

   'All right, if I promise not to fuck you then will you let me eat your
pussy and give you the pleasure I had promised?' I asked.

   She thought for a moment, then nodded.  'Yes, but first put that thing
away,' she said, pointing to my erection.

   She undressed and lay down on the bed after I had put my cock back
behind the zipper.  'Oh shaab, it feels very nice,' she moaned after I had
licked her cunt for few minutes.  Encouraged I licked harder and pressed
her clit between my lips.

   Her moans of 'Oh shaab' became louder and louder.  Then suddenly her
body arched and she shouted, 'OH SHAAB, IT IS HEAVENLY.  GO ON.  DON'T
STOP. OHH FASTER.  H...YES.  OHHH, I AM ABOUT TO CUM.  GOD I AM THERE. 
OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH,' and fell back on the bed gasping for breath.  I
continued to lick and stopped only after she had cum two more times.

   'Did you enjoy it?' I inquired.

   'Oh shaab, it was heavenly,' she panted.

   'Kanchi, fucking will give you even more pleasure,' I said, hoping she
might agree.

   'I believe you.  Shama also said the same,' Kanchi replied, 'Believe me,
I also want to give you pleasure but I am scared.  Oh, how I wish we could
fuck without any fear of pregnancy.'

   Suddenly I had an idea.  I ran into the bathroom and returned with
Rashmi's birth control pills.

   'Here take them regularly, as directed on the label.  These are hundred
percent safe,' I told her.

   'Are you sure?' Kanchi asked.

   'Yes, madam takes them and she has not become pregnant.' I said, hoping
to convince her.

   'Okay, I believe you.  I will take them.  Should I insert it in my choot
before or after we have done it?' she asked innocently.

   'No silly,' I laughed, 'you take it orally.  I suggest that you read the
directions and follow them carefully.  In one month you will be safe.'

   'What!  We will have to wait for that long?' she asked.

   'Yes, this is price we will have to pay for hundred percent safety,' I
replied.

   'Won't ma'am miss the pills?' she asked.

   'No, she doesn't take them any more, as we are planning to have another
baby,' I told her.

   At this point Rashmi didi picked up the thread of the story.  'That
night, when we were in bed, I sympathized with Abhi at his disappointment.'


   'I can wait.  A month is not too long,' he replied, embracing me.

   'So, we are planning to have another baby?' I asked, jokingly.

   'I had to tell her something.  Don't worry, I will get a fresh bottle
for you tomorrow,' Abhi promised.

   'No, I don't want to take these pills anymore, I'd rather settle for
another baby,' I laughed, hugging him back.

   Fortunately your call came a few days later.  The same evening I told
Abhi about it.

   'Abhi, where will we find a virgin for Amit to deflower?' I asked.  Abhi
was very sweet.

   'Why another virgin, we have Kanchi,' he replied.

   'I thought you wanted to pop her cherry,' I asked.

   'Yes, but that was before Sarit's problem came up.  Remember, I have
only one saali (sister in law, wife's sister) and for her happiness, I am
willing to sacrifice the cherry of many Kanchi's,' was his reply.

   'Oh jijaji, did you really say that?' Sarit said, falling all over
jijaji.

   'What happened next?' I asked, bringing the conversation back on track.

   Jijaji said, 'In the month that followed, I kept rubbing and eating her
pussy.  After thirty days I did not make a move to fuck her.  Kanchi waited
for a few days and said, 'Shaab, mahina pura hogaya hai (Shaab, the month
is over).'

   I told her that to be on the safe side, we should wait for ten days
more. When the ten days were over, she reminded me again.

   'Kanchi, this is your first time and I want you to give you so much
pleasure that you cherish it all your life,' I told her, 'This is not
possible here with the fear of madam discovering us.  In a fortnight we all
will be going to Shimla for a holiday.  We will enjoy ourselves there.'

   Kanchi understood this in her own way.  'You don't like me any more,'
she wailed.

   'No, that is not so,' I told her.

   'I don't believe you,' she replied and threatened, 'if you disappoint me
again, then I will give myself to the first man who wants me.'

   'This is how the matter stands as of today,' Abhi said, concluding the
story.

   'Rashmi didi, one question,' Sarit said, 'why didn't you tell us on the
phone about jijaji and Kanchi?'

   'I asked her the same thing when I found out,' Madhu didi remarked.

   'How could I?  Kanchi's virginity belonged to Abhi,' Rashmi did
explained, 'I had to first ask him.'

   'We will have to apprise Amit with the facts,' Sarit said.

   'Yes but jijaji has to "disappoint" her,' I laughed.

   'Yes that is true,' we agreed.

   'Now what is story behind Miss Universe?' I asked.

   'Miss Univ...  oh you mean Tulsi.  She is very pretty, isn't she?' Madhu
didi asked.

   Couple of days after your call, Rashmi and Abhi came over for dinner. 
Rashmi told us about Kanchi,' Madhu didi said, commencing her story.

   'Is she willing?' Mohan asked.

   'She is ready to get her hole plugged by Abhi but whether she will agree
to someone else doing it, is the million dollar question,' Rashmi reported.


   'Don't worry, I will "disappoint" her so much that when the time comes,
she will eagerly spread her legs for Amit,' Abhi said.

   'What about Tulsi?' Rashmi asked, 'Will she cooperate?'

   'I doubt it.  Mohan tried to embrace her once but she screamed, "Babuji
(Sir), if you ever try to touch me again, I will tell madam and leave the
job." We don't know what to do?  Any ideas?' I asked them, shaking my head
in despair.

   'Ideas are dime a dozen.  Tell me about her,' Abhi declared,
optimistically.

   'Like all village girls, Tulsi is simple, superstitious, very religious
and orthodox in her thinking.  She goes to the temple three times a week
and still believes every word the pundit (priest) tells her,' I told them.

   'These type of girls are very gullible,' Rashmi remarked, 'Unscrupulous
pundits take advantage of them and, in the name of God, fuck them.'

   'She is full of praise of our local pundit.  I am afraid that one day he
will pop her cherry,' I replied, agreeing with Rashmi.

   'What are her relations with her family?' Abhi asked.

   'She has only her parents.  She loves them very much,' I explained, 'her
three siblings died in an epidemic that hit her village some years ago.'

   'Does she have a mole or birthmark at a spot, which is not normally
visible to you and me?' Abhi asked.

   'How would that help?' Mohan inquired.

   'Just tell me.  An idea is forming in my mind,' Abhi replied.

   'Not that I know off,' I replied, but quickly corrected myself, 'wait a
minute, she has a crescent shaped birthmark near her left cunt lip.'

   'How do you know that?' Rashmi asked, laughing, 'do you always look at
the choot of your maids or is something going on between the two of you?'

   'I wish there was, then convincing her to lose her cherry would not have
been too difficult,' I replied, wistfully.

   'Then why did you look at her choot?' Rashmi persisted.

   'I had to,' I explained.

   'Darling, you never told me,' Mohan complained.

   'It was a small matter, not worth mentioning,' I clarified.

   'Let us be the judge, tell us now,' Rashmi giggled.

   'One morning, about a fortnight after she had started to work for us,'
Madhu didi explained, 'I noticed that she was scratching her crotch
frequently.'

   'Tulsi, tu apni choot ko baar baar kyon khujaati hai?  (Tulsi, why do
you scratch your cunt so often?)'

   'I don't know madam, it itches so,' she replied, blushing.

   'Have you looked to see why it is itching?' I asked.

   'Looked!  I would never look there.  It is a sin to look at yourself,'
she replied, innocently.

   'All right, then let me look,' I suggested.

   'Oh madam, please don't.  I will die of shame,' she said, with tears in
her eyes.

   'All right,' I said, 'then I will take you to a doctor.'

   'No, please not a doctor, I could never undress in front of a stranger?
I would rather die first,' she cried.  The tears were now running down her
cheeks.

   This was getting too much for me.

   'Listen Tulsi, either you let me look or you go to a doctor,' I said
sternly, 'I can't have you scratching your choot in front of babuji and our
guests.'

   She understood what I meant and chose the lesser evil.

   'Aap dekh leejiye (You have a look),' she said, blushing.

   'Go to my bedroom, undress and lie down,' I told her, 'I will come in a
minute.'

   When I entered, I saw that she had taken off all her clothes and was
naked.  Guys, I tell you, she has a beautiful body.  The only blemish, from
my point of view, was that for an eighteen-year-old, the growth on her
choot was quite thick.

   After an exhaustive examination, I said, 'Tulsi there is something but I
can't see properly.  I will have to clip your hair.'

   'Oh madam, please don't,' Tulsi whined.

   'Shut up girl,' I said tersely, 'let me, it is for your own good.'

   Even after I had clipped her pubic hair, I couldn't see clearly what was
wrong with her.  I then proceeded to remove her hair.  Tusli opened her
mouth to protest but seeing my stern look lay back quietly.

   Then raising her legs, I scrutinized the area thoroughly.  It was then I
noticed the birthmark.  I also saw the cause of her discomfort.  A rash was
developing between her legs and told her so.  I applied an anti rash salve,
which I had in my medicine chest.

   'Here, take this salve and apply it twice daily and for God's sake look
at your choot to see if it is improving, otherwise it is to the doctor with
you,' I threatened.

   'Yes madam,' she said meekly.

   'Your jhaand (pubic hair) is very thick, to avoid reoccurrence, I
suggest that you keep removing it periodically.'

   'Yes madam,' she replied, blushing.

   'Now you know how I happened to see her birthmark,' I concluded.

   'How does she look naked?' Mohan asked.

   'Darling, I was waiting for you to ask me that,' I laughed, 'Oh very
beautiful.  Her tits are a little large but are perfectly shaped and her
choot hole is so small that even my little finger would hurt her.  At that
time I wondered who the lucky man would be, who will make it bigger,'

   'Mohan, it won't be you or me,' Abhi sadly, 'it will have to be one of
the twins.'

   'What a pity,' Mohan sighed, 'Have you come up with an idea?' Mohan
asked.

   'Yes, just a glimmer of one but first let me mull it around,' Abhi
replied.

   'Please tell us,' Rashmi pleaded.

   'Not now, perhaps later,' Abhi laughed, 'If my idea works then soon
Tulsi won't be virgin any more.'

   After dinner when they were leaving, Abhi asked, 'what are you doing on
Sunday forenoon?'

   'Nothing at present,' Mohan replied.

   'Good, stay at home, we might come over,' he chuckled.

   On Sunday forenoon Mohan and I were relaxing in the sitting room when
the bell rang.  'I think Rashmi and Abhi have come,' I said to Mohan.

   Just then Tulsi came running into the room.  She was very excited. 
'Madam a sadhuji (a religious man) has come,' she panted.

   'Oh, send him away,' I replied, 'as in my opinion, all sadhus and their
ilk were frauds, trying to make a quick buck, by exploiting simple God
fearing folk.'

   'Please madam, he looks very learned.  It is also very hot outside. 
Please, may I invite him in and give him some cold water to drink,' she
begged.

   'All right but only for a few minutes,' Mohan said.

   Few seconds later, Tulsi escorted a sadhu, dressed in the usual
yellowish clothes, with long hair and a flowing white beard.  There was an
unusual glow on his face.  We greeted him respectfully and requested him to
be seated.

   'God is great,' the sadhu said, blessing us and sat cross-legged on the
sofa.  Tulsi brought a glass of cold water.

   The sadhu reached for the glass but to our surprise suddenly withdrew
his hand.

   'Maharaj (a respectful form of addressing a sadhu), is something wrong?'
Mohan asked, perturbed.

   'Maharaj, paani lijiye, bilkul shudh hai.  Maine apne haath se glass ko
do baar dhoya hai (Maharaj, please take the water, it is clean.  I have
personally washed the glass two times),' Tulsi begged.

   'It is not that, my child,' the sadhu replied, 'it is because I felt the
presence of an evil Spirit.'

   'An evil Spirit, in our house?' I asked, shocked.

   'Yes, a very evil Spirit, a Spirit of Darkness.  It brings death with
it,' the sadhu explained, 'if I had sensed it earlier, I would never have
entered your house.'

   'Maharaj, is there something we can do to get rid of it?' I asked,
perturbed.

   'God is great, but first we must locate where it is,' Maharaj said,
closing his eyes, 'let me think.'

   'When I walked in, I did not feel it's presence but when I reached for
the water, I sensed it.  Right?' he murmured softly to himself.

   'Yes Maharaj, then it has something to do with the water or the glass,'
Mohan said, logically.

   'Or with this girl.  This type of Spirit enters "live beings" only,' the
sadhu explained.

   Then the sadhu suddenly reached out towards Tulsi.  For a moment I
thought that he was going to grab her tits, but he stopped just short of
them.  He then scanned her body with his open palm.  First her back and
then the front.  As his palm reached below Tulsi's abdominal region, his
palm started to vibrate.

   'I have found it,' the sadhu announced, triumphantly, 'I am surprised
that it is sitting so deep down in her body.'

   'Who are these Spirits?' Mohan asked.

   'These are evil Spirits, who have lost their way.  They float in the
atmosphere and enter a body at will, do their mischief and move on but they
never go so deep in a body.  There must be something there to have
attracted it.'

   'Yes, her virgin cunt you lecher,' I thought but aloud I said, 'Can't we
just leave it there, maybe it will soon find its way out.'

   'I wouldn't advice it, it could harm this child,' the sadhu said,
pointing to Tulsi, 'as I said earlier, this type of Spirit usually bring
death with it.'

   'Oh maharaj, am I going to die?' Tulsi said, starting to weep.

   'Child, don't cry,' the sadhu said, 'they seldom harm the body they
enter but they bring death to the victim's loved ones, like their spouse,
parents, siblings etc.'

   'Oh maharaj, I have only my parents,' Tulsi wailed, 'Please save them, I
love them so much.'

   'Is there a way or a remedy to get rid of this Spirit, without it
creating any mischief?' Mohan asked.

   'God is great,' the sadhu said, 'there is always a remedy against evil
but first I must find out the strength of this particular Spirit.  Tell me
child, do you have a mole or a birthmark in the lower part of your body?'

   Tulsi thought for a minute and replied, 'No maharaj, I don't?'

   'Yes, she has one,' I contradicted, thinking that he was really a
learned man, 'she has a birthmark in the shape of a crescent on her private
parts.'

   Tulsi stared at me and starting to protest.  'Yes Tulsi, you have one, I
saw it the other day,' I said, firmly.

   'Ah!  A crescent, crescent is moon; moon is visible only at night and
night means darkness.  To judge its strength, I must know more about it. 
Maybe, if the child permits I can take a look?' the sadhu suggested.

   'The lecherous old man,' I thought, 'he is not learned, he only wants to
look at Tulsi's kori choot (virgin cunt) and maybe cajole her in letting
him fuck her, which shouldn't be difficult in her present frame of mind.'

   Not wanting to be rude I said politely, 'Maharaj, you need not trouble
yourself, I'll look.  Tell me what you want to know.'

   'As you wish,' sadhu replied, 'Just pay special attention to the size,
hue and to which side are the points of the crescent pointing.'

   While I looked at Tulsi's choot, I gave her a mirror to see the
birthmark for herself.

   'Oh my God!' she exclaimed, 'it has been there all the time and I didn't
even know.'

   'How could you, you considered looking at yourself a sin,' I replied
rubbing it in.

   Returning to the sitting room, I told the sadhu that the mark was half
an inch long, not very dark with sharp contours and the crescent points are
towards her lower lips.

   'Oh, oh that is not a good sign,' the sadhu said, looking towards the
ceiling.

   'Oh maharaj, please save my parents,' Tulsi cried, 'I am willing do
anything.'

   'All right, to find the answer I have to contact the Spirit,' the sadhu
said, stretching his hand towards her, 'Child don't be alarmed, I am going
to place my hand just below your abdomen.'

   He placed his open palm below her abdomen, precariously near her cunt.
The palm started to vibrate vigorously.  In doing so his outstretched thumb
was hitting Tulsi's clit.

   'OH,' Tulsi moaned loudly.

   To me it was obvious that the sadhu was doing this on purpose.  Before I
put a stop to this, I looked at Mohan for his reaction.  I was surprised to
see that Mohan was smiling and nodding his approval, as he watched the
sadhu pounding Tulsi's clit with his out stretched thumb.

   As I was wondering what to do next, the sadhu shouted, 'NEEIIGHH,'
followed by 'NAHYAAT', then he listened intently, 'DOOSSSTTATI' he screamed
again.

   Suddenly, he nodded and broke into a smile.  His hand stopped vibrating
and he placed it firmly on Tulsi's lower region.  I could see that his
thumb was pressing Tulsi's clit.

   For the next ten minutes or so the sadhu continued to "converse" with
the evil Spirit, listening, nodding and smiling at times.

   'AH,' the sadhu said, removing his palm from Tulsi's lower abdomen, 'now
I know everything.'

   'Maharaj, what did the Spirit say?' Tulsi asked, panting.  I saw that
her face was flushed.  I bet the sadhu had made her cum.

   'The Spirit was very angry,' the sadhu said to Tulsi, 'It was under the
impression that you are purposely holding it captive.'

   'But maharaj, I didn't even know that it was there,' Tulsi said.

   'That is what I told the Spirit and finally it calmed down,' the sadhu
smiled, 'the Spirit wants to leave but is not finding a way out.'

   'Why can't it leave the save way it entered?' I asked, skeptically.

   'That is exactly what I suggested,' the sadhu replied, 'apparently this
child is very religious, are you?'

   'I say my prayers every morning and keep reciting religious mantras,
which my parents have taught me, during the day while attending to my
duties,' Tulsi replied, proudly.

   'That is what the Spirit said, it can't leave the way it entered because
she keeps reciting God's name,' the sadhu said, then turning to Tulsi
asked, 'Child are you married?'

   'No maharaj,' she replied, blushing.

   'Kya kissi ne tujhe...kya tera malik tujhe chodeta hai?  (Has
someone...is your master fucking you?),' the sadhu asked, staring
suspiciously at Mohan.

   'Nahin, maharaj (No, maharaj),' Tulsi replied, her face becoming beet
root red, 'meri choot bilkul kori hai (I am a virgin)'.

   'Now I know why the Spirit can't leave through her lower passage,
because it is closed,' the sadhu said, then turning to Tulsi added, 'you
understand what I am saying?'

   'Haan maharaj, iss buri Atma ko nikalne ke liye mujhe apni choot
phardwani paredgi (Yes maharaj, to give this evil Spirit a clear path, I
will have to lose my virginity),' Tulsi replied.

   'Maharaj, if it is only the matter of opening her lower passage, then I
can easily do it,' Mohan suggested, grinning broadly.

   'Haan, haan, yeh theekh hai.  Babuji meri choot phard denge (Yes, yes,
this is a good idea.  Sir can deflower me,' Tulsi said excitedly, looking
gratefully at Mohan, 'phir uss Atma ka nikalne ka raasta saaf ho jayega
(and then the passage for the Spirit to leave will be clear).'

   'It is not such a simple matter,' the sadhu replied, 'it must be done by
a particular person at a particular place.'

   'Please maharaj, tell me, to save my parents I will cooperate with that
person also,' Tulsi begged.

   'All right child, listen carefully,' the sadhu said, 'You will have to
go to the right city.  There you will meet a tall handsome man.  This man
will be of higher social standing than you are.  He will like you and call
you to his room.  You must go to him and let him open your lower passage.
Remember, you must obey him without question in all matters.'

   'Yes, I will do that,' Tulsi agreed eagerly.

   'But maharaj, how will she recognize the right man and the place?' ' I
asked,

   'Both the names will start with 'Sh'.  Remember this must be done within
sixty days from today, otherwise the Spirit has told me that it will put a
curse on your parents and they will die before sunset of the seventieth day
from today.  Now I must go.' the sadhu said, standing up.

   As the sadhu was leaving he said, 'One word of caution, let the man take
the initiative.  If you lose your cool then the Spirit will not leave and
your sacrifice will go waste.'

   'Don't worry maharaj, I will remain as cool as a cucumber,' Tulsi
replied confidently.

   'What if in her eagerness to save her parents, she does take the
initiative, then what must she do to make the Spirit to leave,' Mohan
asked.

   'In that case, she will have to do the same with AAM, what she did with
the man,' the sadhu elaborated.

   'Aam (mango)?' Tulsi repeated, 'maharaj, aam ko kaisse chodete hain? 
(maharaj, how does one fuck a mango?)'

   'She is right,' I said, 'maharaj, you must clarify this point before
leaving.'

   'My child, God is great.  If and when the time comes then HE will show
you the right path,' is all the sadhu would say.

   Then with a loud, 'GOD IS GREAT,' he left the room.

   'I am glad that the hocus pocus man is gone,' I said to Mohan, as Tulsi
went to see the sadhu off, 'Did you notice, first he wanted to see Tulsi's
choot.  When I foiled his plan, he banged his thumb on her clit, till the
poor girl came.'

   'Instead of calling him names, you should be thankful to him,' Mohan
replied, 'Now all Adi's problems are solved.  Tulsi has agreed to let a
man, whose name starts with 'Sh' to take her cherry.  Shamit also starts
with 'Sh'.  All we have to do is to take Tulsi to Shimla and invite
Shamit.'

   'Gosh!  Mohan you are right,' I exclaimed, 'I was so involved in making
sure that, that the rogue does not molest Tulsi that I completely
overlooked this aspect.'

   Just then Tulsi returned after seeing the sadhu off.  'I am so glad that
you allowed maharaj to come in, otherwise my parents would surely have died
a premature death,' she said smiling, then suddenly became sad and added,
'but how will I save them, I never go anywhere,'

   'Have faith in God.  He sent maharaj here and He will also look after
the rest.' I said, barely able to stop myself from giggling.

   'You think so?' she asked innocently.

   'Of course, have faith in Him,' Mohan said, 'God is great.'

   Tulsi gave a sigh of relief.

   In the evening we went over to Rashmi's, to tell them the good news.  I
was so excited that as soon as we entered, I said excitedly, 'Listen, you
won't believe what happened today.'

   'Tulsi has agreed to give her cherry to Shamit,' Rashmi replied.

   'You told them,' I accused Mohan.

   Suddenly, all three burst out laughing.  'Why are you laughing?' I
asked, perplexed.  This made them laugh even louder.

   'Didn't you know that the sadhu was no other than Abhi,' Mohan replied,
still laughing.

   'Mohan, I am very angry with you,' I said, 'you knew and did not tell
me.'

   'Sweetheart, don't be angry,' Mohan replied, 'In the beginning I was
also fooled by his disguise but when you took Tulsi into the bedroom, Abhi
revealed himself.  We wanted you to act naturally that is the reason why we
did not tell you.'

   'Abhi, congratulations, you are a great actor,' I said, 'you had me
completely fooled.'

   'If I fooled you then I bet Tulsi is also fully convinced that I was the
real McCoy,' Abhi said.

   'Oh yes, she can hardly wait to sacrifice her virginity and save her
parents from their untimely demise,' Mohan chuckled.

   'Madhu, I have a bone to pick with you,' Abhi said, 'Why did you not let
me look at her kori choot (virgin cunt)?'

   'I would have, if I had known it was you,' I giggled, 'but you did
manage to make her cum with your thumb.'

   'I thought so too,' Abhi laughed.

   'Abhi, what did you mean by that she has to do the same with a mango?' I
asked.

   'Madhu, not a mango but AAM, which is the acronym for Amit, Abhi and
Mohan,' Abhi explained laughing, 'You think we would let Shamit fuck the
pretty Tulsi alone, no way.  We also want a piece of her choot.'

   'Abhi, you are not only a good actor but also a very sly man,' I
chuckled.

   'Now all you have to do is to find an excuse to feed her birth control
pills,' Abhi said, 'we wouldn't want young Tulsi to get pregnant, would
we?'

   When we returned home, Tulsi was sniffling.  Her eyes were bloodshot,
she had been crying.

   'Tulsi, has anything happened?' I asked, having visions of her being
raped by an intruder in our absence.

   'Oh madam!' she exclaimed and started to cry.

   'Tulsi, stop crying and tell me what is bothering you?' I asked, hugging
her.

   'Oh madam, what if I get pregnant?' she wailed, 'my parents will die of
shame, it will be a fate worse than death for them.'

   'God is really great,' I thought.

   'Is that all?' Mohan said, calmly, 'Madhu, give her your birth control
pills.  I will get some more tomorrow.'

   I brought the pills and explained how they were to be taken, warning her
that she must under no circumstances miss even one day.

   'Oh thank you,' Tulsi gushed, 'you have taken a load off my mind.'

   'This reminds me Mohan, you never did get the pills,' Madhu didi said.

   'Sorry my dear, I forgot,' Mohan replied, 'I will get them tomorrow.'

   Tulsi was overjoyed when we told her that she was coming with us on a
holiday to Shimla.

   'SSSHHHIIMMMLLLAAA!  HERE I COME,' she screamed, gushing with happiness,
'Madam, you were right, God is great.'

   'This is how we, no Abhi convinced Tulsi to lose her virginity to
Shamit,' Madhu didi said, concluding her story.

   Shamit and Amit arrived the next day around teatime.  Madhu didi
introduced Shamit and Amit to Kanchi and Tulsi.

   Kanchi greeted them respectfully but Tulsi shouted, 'WHAT DID YOU SAY?
HIS NAME IS SHHA...FIRST SH...SHIMLA AND NOW SH...SHAMIT, THANK YOU GOD,
YOU ARE REALLY GREAT,' Tulsi shouted, running out of the room.

   Bewildered Shamit asked, 'What is with this girl?  Is she mad?'

   'No Shamit, she is not mad but only excited,' Madhu didi said, relating
not only Tulsi's but also Kanchi's story.

   'Shamit, remember that you have to make Tulsi take the initiative
otherwise she may not let us fuck her,' Abhi said.

   'I'll try my best,' Shamit replied, 'if that fails, I can always order
her to screw you guys too.'

   'I purposely built in that safe guard,' Abhi replied, 'it would be
desirable if she thinks that she had to agree because of her mistake.'

   We discussed the course of action.  It was decided that we wait for a
day or two before proceeding with our agenda.

   During the next twenty-four hours nothing happened but I noticed that
Tulsi was acting very strangely.

   'Didi, what is with Tulsi?' I asked Madhu didi, 'she seems to be
following Shamit around and if he is nice to someone she frowns and starts
to cry.'

   'I noticed it too,' Madhu didi laughed, 'she is just being childish. 
She thinks that God has made Shamit for her alone.'

   'I will soon put an end to it,' I replied, getting angry.

   'Adi don't.  It is just puppy love,' Madhu didi said, 'she will be all
right after all four have fucked her.'

   Two days later at teatime, we discussed the matter again.  'I think we
should get on with our program,' jijaji said, 'Kanchi has reminded me
twice.'

   'What did you tell her?' Rashmi didi asked, 'she looked pleased as
punch.'

   'The only way I could pacify her was to tell her that I had a plan to
fuck her in front of her mistress, so that we can continue fucking, without
fear of discovery, even after we returned home,' jijaji explained.

   'Now, if you don't fuck her, she will be very, very angry,' Madhu didi
laughed.

   'That is exactly what I am hoping for,' jijaji replied smiling.

   'Yes, we must start,' Shamit concurred, 'Tulsi is getting into my hair.'


   'Shamit, all you have to do is to ask her and she will come running into
your arms,' Rashmi said.

   'And Abhi can make Kanchi jealous by fucking one of us in front of her,
so that she crawls into Amit's bed willingly,' Madhu didi added.

   'You may be right,' Amit answered, 'but Shamit and I have decided that
we will fuck them in front of every one, so that all four of us can enjoy
their tight cunts.'

   'It is a great idea.  Thanks guys,' jijaji said, 'we must find another
way.'

   'I think we should start tonight after dinner,' jiju said, 'but the
question is, what do we do?'

   'Let us play a game of cards with a wager to make it interesting,'
Shamit suggested.

   'It won't work,' Madhu didi said, 'the maids won't bite.  They don't
have spare money to gamble.'

   'Who said anything about money?' Shamit answered, 'we will play teen
patti (three cards also known as flush/flash, a game like poker but played
with three cards instead of five).  The loser of each deal forfeits a
garment he or she is wearing, while the winner can ask anyone to do what he
or she commands.'

   'Oh you mean strip poker but with the rules of teen patti,' jiju said.

   'Absolutely,' Shamit said, 'when they are naked then most of their
inhibitions will disappear.  In this state they are more likely to agree to
letting all four of us fuck them and the game will also provide
entertainment.'

   'That is true,' I said, 'What happens if we are naked and the virgins
still retain their clothes?  After all it is a gamble.'

   'That would be just purrrrfect,' Sarit purred.

   'Sarit darling,' Amit said, 'your turn will also come.'

   'You don't know Amit, give him a pack of cards and he will make them
tango,' Shamit laughed.

   'Amit, I did not know this side of yours,' I laughed.

   'I have many other qualities that you are still ignorant about,' Amit
laughed.

   'Where is the guarantee that the maids will agree to join our game,' I
asked.

   'I have thought of this also,' Shamit replied, 'should such a situation
arise, then Abhi can indicate to Kanchi that it is part of his plan and I
will see to it that Tulsi joins in.  Shanti and Basanti won't object, they
know why we are here.'

   'Okay any more doubts?' jiju asked, 'No.  Good it is decided that is
what we do.'

   We then discussed the rules and modalities in detail.

   'Everyone is to assemble in our room in half an hour, we will play fun
games,' Madhu didi announced, after dinner, ' and you four also join us in
the fun.'

   When we all had assembled in Madhu didi's bedroom jiju announced, 'We
will play teen patti.'

   There was chorus of protests from the maids.  'Yeh tau jua hai.  Hamare
pass paise nahin hai (It is gambling.  We don't have money),' Kanchi said.

   'She is right,' Tulsi said, 'I don't even know how to play the game.'
Basanti looked questioningly at Sarit and me.  I nodded.

   'I have neither the money nor do I know how to play this game but I
think it will be fun.  I will play.' Basanti said.

   'Me too,' Shanti affirmed.

   'Listen girls, we are not going to play with money,' jiju explained,
'the loser of a deal will have to forfeit a garment he or she is wearing.
The winner of the deal can ask anyone to do anything but only with the part
of the body, which is exposed.'

   I was watching Kanchi and jijaji.  Kanchi, raising her eyebrow, looked
at jijaji.  He winked at her and nodded.

   'I am also willing to try,' Kanchi declared.

   'Tulsi, what about you?' jiju asked.  She still hesitated.

   'Come on Tulsi, join us,' Shamit coaxed, 'you can sit next to your
mistress, she will help you.'

   'If you say so, then I will also play,' Tulsi said, obediently.

   'Good girl,' Shamit replied patting her on her back.  Tulsi grinned
happily.

   'In case of any dispute, Mohan, being the eldest, will be the umpire. 
Agreed?' jijaji suggested.  All agreed.

   We spread out a sheet on the carpet and settled down.  'Two things
first,' jiju said, 'as per the rules of the game, the players deal by
rotation but I suggest that only one person deals.  Any objections?' There
were no objections.

   'Okay, now who wants to deal?' jiju asked.  There were cries of 'not me'
'not me' from us and 'we don't know how' from the maids.

   'Amit, why don't you deal?' Shamit said.

   'Okay, as some of us don't know how to play this game, let us remove the
gambling angle,' Amit replied, shuffling the cards, 'I will deal the cards
face up and then determine the winning and the losing hand.'

   'Good idea,' we echoed.

   'To be fair, we all must have equal number of garments on.  I am wearing
four,' Amit declared.

   All the other men were also wearing four items namely, underpants, vest,
shirt and trousers.  The ladies, except for Tulsi and Kanchi, who were not
wearing panties, were wearing five garments namely, panties, bra,
petticoat, blouse and sari.

   'Either you ladies take off your panties or give these two one to wear,'
jiju decreed, 'and we will wear socks to make five.'

   'Shanti,' Sarit said, 'give them my panties to wear.'

   'No didi, Basanti and I will give them ours,' Shanti replied and asked
them to follow her.

   'Mohan, how about a drink?' jijaji suggested, 'alcohol will help them to
relax and also to overcome their natural inhibitions.'

   'Capital idea.  Whisky soda for all coming up,' Jiju announced.

   When the maids returned jiju gave them their glasses.  There was no
problem with Basanti and Shanti, as they had had drinks with us before, but
Kanchi and Tulsi were reluctant.

   'I won't.  I have never had alcohol before,' Tulsi declared.

   Kanchi was sitting in between jijaji and me.  'Kanchi, take the glass,'
jijaji whispered to her, 'It is part of my plan.'

   Without further ado Kanchi accepted the drink.

   'Tulsi, even Kanchi is drinking, Shamit said, 'There is nothing to worry
about, it is only fermented grape juice.' Tulsi took her glass, unable to
refuse Shamit.

   The first deal was dealt.  Madhu didi whispered into Tulsi's ears.

   'What!  I have won.  Who has lost,' 'Tulsi shouted, looking around
excitedly and taking a big gulp of her drink.  The loser was Shanti.

   'Yes, yes take off your sari,' Tulsi ordered, 'and then bow before me
and say, "Your Majesty, I am your slave," three times.' Shanti obeyed.

   'I like this game,' Tulsi giggled.  The game went on.  After several
deals, I lost and jiju won.

   'What do you want me to do?' I asked, unwinding my sari.

   'Kiss someone you love,' jiju said.  I crawled to Shamit and gave him a
long wet kiss but watched Tulsi from the corner of my eye.  She looked
angrily at me and then turned her head away.  'She thinks if I can't see it
then it is not happening,' I thought, smiling to myself.

   Amid lots of shouting and laughing the game went on.  Then Kanchi lost
and Amit won.  'Kiss someone you love,' Amit ordered.

   Kanchi boldly approached jijaji and gave him a long passionate kiss.  I
watched Rashmi didi.  Her expression didn't change.  She continued to clap
and encourage Kanchi shouting, 'Go on Kanchi, go on.' If Kanchi was trying
to make Rashmi didi jealous then she had failed miserably.

   Two hours and several drinks later the situation was that all the men
had their vests and underpants on.  Among the ladies the situation was
slightly different.  All of us were still wearing our panties except for
Kanchi and Tulsi, who in addition had their bras on.

   When it was Sarit's turn to unleash her mountainous boobs, Kanchi said,
admiringly, 'Oh didi, you have such beautiful big tits.'

   'Thank you sweetie,' Sarit beamed.

   In the next deal Kanchi lost.  'Oh shaab, must I take off my bra?'
Kanchi asked jijaji.

   'I am afraid you must, rules are rules,' he replied.

   Hesitatingly, Kanchi took off her bra.  'By God Kanchi, your tits are
beautiful, I would love to fondle and kiss them,' Shamit said, reaching out
for them.

   'Shamit stop.  You can't.  Shanti has won this deal, not you.  Shanti
what would you like Kanchi to do?' jiju intervened.

   Shanti thought for a moment and said, 'Kanchi, sing a song in your
native language.' Kanchi had a beautiful voice.  While she sang Shamit kept
ogling at her tits, reducing poor Tulsi to tears.

   In the following two deals Shamit and jiju lost their vests.  Then it
was Tulsi turn to lose.  She quickly took off her bra and pushed her
beautiful boobs towards Shamit, but he merely glanced at them and said,
'Who has won?'

   The winner was Sarit.  Sarit wanted Tulsi to sing a popular song.  'I
don't know any popular song but if you like I can sing a bhajan (a
religious song),' Tulsi said, trying to hold back her tears.

   'Okay, do that,' Sarit replied.

   Tulsi sang but she lost control on her tears.  They ran down her cheeks
like two rivulets.

   'I don't want to play anymore, I am very sleepy,' she said, when she had
finished, then placing her head on Madhu didi's lap, closed her eyes and
curled up on the floor.  Kanchi's eyes were also heavy with sleep.

   'All right,' jiju said, 'it is getting late but tomorrow we will
continue from here.  Okay?'

   'Whatever you say,' Kanchi and Tulsi mumbled.

   'Basanti, Shanti, you take them to their room and after tucking them in
the bed come back here,' Shamit said.

   'Why did you send them away,' Madhu didi said, when the maids had left,
'this was a golden opportunity for you to take their cherry.'

   'Maybe, but they were tipsy and sleepy, it would not be fair to them,'
Amit replied, 'We want to deflower them when they know what is happening,'
Just then Basanti and Shanti returned.

   'Girls, keep their cunts nice and hot,' Shamit said, 'we are going to
deflower them tomorrow.'

   'Yes, we understand.  We know what to do,' they nodded and turned to
leave.

   'Don't you dare put anything in their choot, not even the tip of your
tongue,' Amit warned.

   'What do we do tonight?' Sarit asked, when the maids had left.

   'Tonight Amit and I are going to fuck your dear sisters,' Shamit
proposed.

   'It will be our pleasure,' Madhu didi smiled, hugging him, 'whom would
you like to have first?'

   'I think I will start with the sister of my wife,' Amit declared, 'and
in the meanwhile, our respected brothers in law can revisit the choots of
our dear wives.'

   That night our husbands concentrated on our sisters while jiju and
jijaji fucked Sarit and me.

   In the morning around eight Basanti and Shanti brought morning tea for
us.

   While we were sipping our tea Madhu didi asked, 'What are the virgins
doing?'

   'They are just opening their eyes,' Basanti replied, grinning.

   'Shanti, what happened last night?' Amit inquired.

   'When we returned to our room, both of them were asleep,' Shanti said,
'I got into Kanchi's bed and started to kiss and fondle her tits.  She
moaned loudly and opened her eyes.

   'Oh Shanti, this feels very good,' she murmured.

   'This will feel better,' I said, pushing my hand inside her panties and
rubbing her choot.

   'Oh Shanti, how I wish you were a man,' she moaned.

   'Sorry I can't fuck you but if you like I can eat your pussy,' I
replied.

   'Will you?' she asked surprised and when I nodded, she added, 'Oh yes,
please eat my choot.'

   I then licked her cunt till she came three times.  We then went to sleep
in each other's arms.  In my opinion, she is impatient to be fucked,'
Shanti concluded.

   'Basanti, how did it go with you and Tulsi?' Shamit asked.

   'Tulsi was fast asleep, when I got into her bed,' Basanti started her
story, 'Like Shanti I kissed her and squeezed her boobs, but that didn't
wake her.  All she did was moan and mumble something.  Sir, I didn't
understand what she said but it sounded like your name.'

   'A good sign,' jiju laughed, 'Shamit, she was apparently dreaming about
you.  What did you do next?'

   'I pushed my hand inside her panties and pressed her swollen clit,'
Basanti continued, 'suddenly she opened her eyes wide.'

   'Oh, it is you,' she said, 'Basanti, please stop, it is not right.'

   'What is the harm if it gives you pleasure?' I asked, kissing her on the
mouth.

   'No Basanti, please don't,' she said, 'it is a sin for two women to do
this.'

   Just then Kanchi moaned loudly.  'Look at Shanti and Kanchi, they are
enjoying themselves.  Don't you want to feel the pleasure Kanchi is
experiencing?' I asked.

   'Yes but...' she started but I cut her off.

   'No buts, just relax and enjoy,' I told her and started to eat her pussy
till she said, 'Basanti stop, I can't take it any more.'

   'We then went to sleep in a close embrace,' Basanti said, finishing her
tale.

   'Sir, her choot hole is very small, you will really enjoy yourself
enlarging it,' Basanti giggled.

   'I hope you did not put your tongue inside it,' Shamit asked.

   'Frankly, I was tempted to, but I remembered your instruction and
refrained from doing so,' Basanti laughed.

   'Things are progressing well,' jiju remarked.

   'Yes but now for the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back,'
Shamit laughed, 'you two take the trays away and tell them that you saw
Abhi fucking Sarit and me screwing Madhu.'

   'SHAMIT!' Rashmi didi and I shouted glaring at him angrily for being
left out of the fun, while Madu didi and Sarit grinned happily.

   'Daarliinngss, this is not about having fun but strategy,' he drawled
and then turning to the maids added brusquely, 'What the hell are you
standing there for, go girls go.'

   Within few minutes, the door banged open.  Kanchi and Tulsi, still
naked, burst in with Basanti and Shanti bringing up the rear.  Kanchi
didn't say a word but stood glaring angrily at Abhi pumping Sarit's choot.

   Tulsi on the other hand screamed, 'OH SIR, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?'

   'Kya tu andhi hai?  Dekh nahin sakti woh meri behan ko chod rahe hain
(Are you blind?  Can't you see that he is screwing my sister?' I said,
rubbing salt into her wounds.

   Tulsi opened her mouth to respond to my taunt but Rashmi didi
intervened, saying, 'Do you girls realize that you are naked?'

   'OH MY GOD,' they screamed, looking down at their nakedness.  Then
covering their naked cunts with their hands ran out of the room.

   'Now that the mission has been accomplished, you two can stop humping
the ladies,' jiju said, 'remember you must remain fresh for the afternoon's
session.'

   It was now the turn of Madhu didi and Sarit to be disappointed for being
left hanging in between, as both Shamit and jijaji withdrew their cocks
from their cunts.

   'Mohan, you could have at least waited till we came,' Madhu didi
complained.

   'Sorry darling, I was only thinking of the mission on hand,' jiju
apologized, 'may be they can eat your pussy and make you cum.'

   'Ah, now that it is about pleasure,' Rashmi didi laughed, 'who is going
to make Adi and me cum?' Then the men folk licked our cunts and made us
cum.

   When we had finished jiju asked, 'What did you tell them?'

   We were giggling when we returned to our room.  'Why are you giggling?'
Tulsi asked.

   'Kyon ki mera malik teri malkin to chod raha hai (Because my master is
fucking your mistress),' I replied.

   'What is my shaab doing?' Kanchi inquired.

   'Woh meri malkin ko chod rahain hain.  (He is fucking my mistress),'
Shanti said.

   'It took a minute for what we had said to sink into their befuddled
mind, but when it did, they sprang out of bed and ran to your room,'
Basanti giggled.

   'You did well,' Shamit said, 'you both deserve a hug.'

   'What?  Only a measly hug?' they complained, pouting their lips.

   'Just wait,' Shamit laughed, 'tumhaari chudai bhi hogi (you will also be
fucked soon).'

   'Promise?' they asked, shamelessly.

   'Absolutely,' Shamit confirmed.  They left grinning like apes.

   After breakfast the men folk announced that they were going into town to
buy fresh fruits and vegetables.  We, the ladies, left on our own decided
to have our hair oiled.

   While oiling Madhu didi's hair Tulsi continued to sniffle.  'Tulsi what
is wrong with you?' Madhu didi inquired, 'Have you caught a cold?'

   'No madam,' she wailed, 'I am afraid that I won't be able to save my
parents.  They will die because he doesn't like me.'

   'Don't be silly, I know that Shamit likes you very much,' Madhu didi
replied.

   'I don't believe you, last night when she,' Tulsi cried, throwing a
dirty look at Kanchi, 'bared her tits, he went gaga over them but when I
showed my boobs to him, he just looked away.'

   'Tulsi relax, maybe he was preoccupied,' Madhu didi consoled her, 'Only
this morning, he mentioned that he had not seen more beautiful boobs than
yours.

   'Agar yeh baat such hai tau, woh aaj subah aapko kyon chod rahe the (If
this is so, then why was he fucking you in the morning?' Tulsi asked.

   'TULSI, NOW YOU ARE CROSSING THE LINE,' Madhu didi shouted, but then
controlling her anger, added, 'don't read too much in it.  He wanted to
fuck me and I let him, after all it's a man's world.'

   'I am sorry I didn't mean it that way,' Tulsi apologized but continued
to sniffle, 'I don't think he likes me at all.'

   'Tulsi just be patient and learn not to be jealous,' Rashmi didi
advised, 'main keheti hoon Shamit aaj dopahar ko tujhe zaroor chodega (I am
telling you that Shamit will definitely fuck you after lunch).'

   'Really!  I am so happy,' Tulsi beamed.  Reassured, her smile returned
and she did all her work with a tune on her lips.

   After lunch we all assembled in didi's bedroom.  'All right, we will now
continue yesterdays game,' jiju announced, 'please undress and leave only
those clothes on, which you were wearing last night when we finished.'

   For a moment I thought that Tulsi would protest but she proved me wrong.
It was Kanchi who hesitated but Tulsi took of her clothes in a trice.

   The game started.  In the first two deals Amit and jijaji lost their
vests.  In the following four hands Basanti, Shanti, Sarit and I had to
take off our panties.

   Then Kanchi lost and Amit was the winner.  'Take off your panties,' jiju
said.

   'Yes, take it off,' Shamit urged, 'let us see if your choot is also as
beautiful as your tits.' Blushing sweetly, Kanchi hesitatingly took off her
panties.

   'OOOOO!  Kanchi your choot is very pretty,' the men folk whistled.

   'They were right, it was very beautiful,' I thought.

   Amit stood up and pushing down his underpants, said, 'I want to fuck
now.'

   'Hai, mard ka laurda itna barda aur mota hota hai (God, a man's cock is
so big and thick!)' Kanchi whispered loudly, seeing Amit's erection.

   'I think I will fuck Tulsi,' Amit said.

   'Hai nahin (Gosh no),' Tulsi said, hiding behind Madhu didi, 'madam
mujhe bachao, main inse nahin chudwaungi (madam help me, I will not let him
fuck me).'

   'Amit you can't fuck Tulsi, she still has her panties on,' jiju ruled,
before Madhu didi could react.

   Emboldened by jiju's decision, Tulsi emerged from behind Madhu didi's
back, pointing to her panties and showing Amit her thumb, said tauntingly,
'You can't fuck me, see with your own eyes, I still have my panties on.'

   'If that is so, then I will fuck Kanchi,' Amit laughed, putting his arms
around her waist.

   'No!  You won't,' Kanchi said, extricating herself from Amit's arm and
complained to jijaji, 'Shaab, Amit babu meri choot phardna chahate hai
(Shaab, Amit sir wants to deflower me).'

   'Phardne de, main kuch nahin kar sakta.  Rules hee aisse hain (Let him,
I can't do anything.  Rules are such),' jijaji shrugged.

   For a minute Kanchi stared unbelievingly at jijaji, then shrugging
walked to Amit, said, 'Do what you like, I am willing.' Amit took her in
his arms and started to kiss her and fondle her firm breasts.

   'Ab main bhi kissi ko chodoonga (Now I will also fuck someone),' Shamit
said, dropping his drawers and exposing his erect cock, looked towards
Basanti and Shanti.

   'Kissi ko kyon, apni Tulsi ko chodo (Why someone, fuck your Tulsi),'
Tulsi said, excitedly, forgetting to remain calm.

   'Tulsi no, as per rules...' jiju started to say but Tulsi was too
excited to listen.

   'You and your rules,' she replied interrupting him.  Then pushing down
her panties added, 'look, now I am naked,' and jumping into Shamit's arms,
tried to impale herself on his erect rod.

   'Stop!  Not like this my dear,' Shamit chuckled, 'first let me kiss and
play with your beautiful tits.'

   'You like them?' Tulsi asked, 'but yesterday...'

   'Forget yesterday,' Shamit replied, 'Today, I declare in front of all
present that you have the prettiest pair of boobs in this room.'

   'Really!' Tulsi giggled and tried to impale herself again.

   'Tulsi wait,' Shamit said, 'I will fuck you but first let us watch Amit
and Kanchi fuck.'

   'Theek hai (You are right),' Tulsi giggled.  'maine chudai pahele kabhie
nahin dekhi (I have never seen fucking before).'

   In the meanwhile Amit had laid Kanchi on the bed.  Kanchi was moaning
with pleasure as Amit licked her virgin cunt.

   'Now I am going to look at your choot hole,' Amit declared, raising her
legs.

   'Oooo, isski choot ka ched tau bahoot chota hai, iss main itna barda aur
mota laurda kaisse ghoosega?  (Oooo, her cunt hole is very small, how will
such a big and thick cock enter it?)' Tulsi said, expressing her
misgivings.

   'Mere pass aa, main tujhe dikhata hoon ki mera laurda teri choot main
kaisse ghoosta hai (Come here, I will show you how my cock enters your
cunt).' Amit said, beckoning Tulsi to him.

   'No, I won't let you fuck me,' Tulsi said, taking refuge behind Shamit.

   'I was only joking,' Amit chuckled and got on top of Kanchi.  Tulsi got
down on her knees to get a better view of the proceedings.  Amit, placing
his cock on Kanchi's virgin hole pressed forward.

   'OH,' Kanchi groaned, as the phallus disappeared into her fuck hole.

   'Oooo, Amit babu ka suparda bahut hee aasaani se Kanchi ki choot main
ghoos gaya (Oooo, the phallus of Amit sir's cock has entered Kanchi's choot
very easily),' Tulsi said, surprised.

   Then Amit pulling back a little gave a hard shove.

   'AAAAYYYYIIIEEEEE,' Kanchi screamed in pain as Amit's cock, rendering
her hymen, penetrated deep into her choot.

   'Madam, kya chudai main bahut dard hota hai?  (Madam is fucking very
painful?)' Tulsi asked.

   'No, just a little,' Madhu didi replied, 'then it is all pleasure.'

   'Tulsi, I will fuck you now,' Shamit said.

   'AT LAST,' Tulsi shouted and immediately lay on the bed, raised her
legs, exposing her choot hole for all to see.

   'Omigosh, her hole was even smaller than Kanchi's,' I thought, 'Basanti
was right, Shamit will enjoy making it larger.'

   Shamit got on top of her and placing his cock at the entrance rammed his
hardness into her.

   'AAAAYYYYIIIIEEEE,' she screamed as Shamit's cock tore through her
virginal barrier.

   'Oh madam, it is hurting,' Tulsi groaned with tears in her eyes.

   'It will soon abate,' Shamit said, kissing away her tears, then turning
to jiju and jijaji added, 'Why don't you both fuck Basanti and Shanti? 
Look their cunt juice is running down their legs.'

   They did not have to be told twice.  They quickly laid them down on the
bed and entered their choots.  It was a sight to watch.  The room was
filled with moans of pleasure.  Four cocks were going in and out of four
cunts.  Four bottoms were going up and down, while the other four bottoms
were keeping rhythm with them.

   'Y...HESSS, Y...HESS, HARDER.  OHH I AM THERE.  OHHH YESSSSSSSS,'
suddenly Kanchi screamed as she came and a couple of strokes later Amit,
with a loud grunt, also squirted his load into her choot.

   When Shamit got off after shooting his load into Tulsi's cunt, she
asked, 'Aapko Tulsi ki choot pasund aayi?  (Did you enjoy Tulsi's cunt?)'

   'Yes Tulsi, I really enjoyed taking your cherry,' Shamit declared, 'I
have fucked many virgins but none had a choot as tight as yours.'

   'Is that so, let me see how tight her choot is,' Amit said, trying to
get on top of her.

   'No, I will not let you fuck me,' Tulsi said, covering her choot with
her hands and pressing her thighs tightly together.

   'Tulsi, the maharaj had told you not to take the initiative, which you
did.  Now you must do the same with AAM what you did with Shamit, otherwise
the sacrifice of your virginity will go waste,' Madhu didi reminded her.

   'Yes that is true, in my anxiety I lost my head and took the initiative
but how can a mango fuck me?' Tulsi replied, starting to weep.

   'You are right, a mango cannot fuck you therefore I think by AAM the
maharaj did not mean a mango but Amit, Abhi and Mohan.  AAM is the acronym
of their names.' Madhu didi explained.

   'You think so?' Tulsi asked, still uncertain.

   'Absolutely, but it is your decision,' Madhu didi continued, 'whether
you want to save your parents or not.'

   Tulsi was in two minds and asked Shamit for advice.

   'To be on the safe side, I would,' Shamit told her.

   Slowly Tulsi removed her hands covering her cunt and spread her thighs.
'Sir, you can fuck me if you want to,' she said, looking invitingly at
Amit.

   'Amit, you fuck her and in the meanwhile I will check out Kanchi's
cunt,' Shamit said.

   Then the men screwed all the four maids once each.

   'Kanchi, I have kept my promise and fucked you in front of my wife,'
jijaji said, after he had finished fucking her.

   'That you have but you did not take my cherry,' Kanchi giggled.

   'Yes, it couldn't be helped.  I hope you are not angry with me on that
count?' jijaji asked.

   'I was but not now, I forgive you,' Kanchi laughed, kissing him.

   'What shall we do now?' Rashmi didi asked, 'The men are pooped out.'

   'Why don't you girls enjoy together?' jiju suggested.  We all agreed.

   Madhu didi paired up with Basanti, Rashmi didi took Shanti and Kanchi
chose Sarit, saying, 'Oh, may I touch those beautiful big boobs?'

   'Be my guest,' Sarit laughed, embracing her.

   'Oh didi, they are so huge,' Kanchi said, kissing and squeezing them.

   Madhu didi and Rashmi didi were already in sixty-nine position with the
more experienced Basanti and Shanti.

   'Shall we also do what they are doing?' Sarit asked Kanchi, pointing
towards the sixty-nining couples.

   'Oh yes,' Kanchi sighed.

   Tulsi and I were left.  'Tulsi, your tight choot has given the men so
much pleasure now let me give your choot a treat, while you eat my pussy,'
I said, getting into sixty-nine position with her and started to lick her
cunt.

   At first she did nothing but when I pressed my cunt into her face, she
gave my cunt a couple of kisses.

   'Go on Tulsi, lick her choot, you will like it.  I do it all the time,'
Shamit urged.

   'Oh, it is not bad at all,' she said after a couple of tentative licks
and started to eat my pussy in right earnest.

   'Oh Tulsi it feels so good.  Now push your tongue inside my choot, like
I am doing,' I moaned, pushing my tongue deep into her tight cunt.

   'Oh Tulsi, your tongue is so long.  Y...hes push it deeper into me,' I
moaned.

   When we had finished we changed partners.  This went on, with a short
break for dinner, till it was time to go to bed.  Then before going to bed,
the men folk gave their respective wives a shot of cum in their cunts.  All
twelve of us slept together in the same room.

   In the morning Tulsi was a changed girl.  She roamed around naked and
urged other maids to follow suit.

   'Tulsi, why are you naked?' Madhu didi inquired.

   'If someone wants to fuck me then I don't want the bother of
undressing,' she replied.

   'But we are not going to have sex till after lunch,' Madhu didi
explained.

   'Madam, you only said that it's a man's world.  Who knows when one of
them wants to fuck?  I want to be ready for that eventuality,' she replied
innocently.

   The men liked her idea.  The result was that none of us was permitted to
wear any clothes.  We were lucky that the cottage was so isolated.

   During the sex session in the afternoon, Tulsi was most sought after. 
By the men because of her tight choot and the women wanted to experience
her long tongue again.

   The program was similar to the one day before.  First fucking followed
by pussy eating, when the men were recharging their batteries.  During this
session we realized that Tulsi could not get enough of sex, may it be a
cock in her choot or it was pussy eating.

   'I think it is time for Kanchi and Tulsi to lose their ass hole cherry,'
Madhu didi suggested at dinner.

   'Madhu, you are a sweetheart,' Shamit agreed, 'I was wondering when to
do it.  Tomorrow Amit will take Tulsi's butt cherry and I will do the same
with Kanchi.'

   The following afternoon Tulsi quickly lay down on the bed, announcing,
'Aaj sabse pahele mujhe kaun chodega?  (Who will be the first to fuck me
today?)'

   'No one,' jijaji replied, 'today, we are going to fuck you in your ass
holes.'

   'We are ready,' Basanti and Shanti declared, getting into gaand fuck
position, but Kanchi and Tulsi protested, 'Hai, gaand main nahin (Please,
not in the ass hole).'

   'Don't be stupid,' Basanti told them, 'you will love it.'

   'I don't know,' Kanchi replied, still undecided, 'won't it hurt?'

   'Just a little at first,' Shanti said, 'and then it will be only
pleasure.'

   'Yes, she is right,' Rashmi didi proclaimed, 'they will use vaseline to
reduce the pain.'

   'If this is so then I am willing,' Kanchi said, getting into gaand fuck
position next to Basanti and Shanti.

   But Tulsi was still not ready.  'Tulsi, why must you always be the spoil
sport,' Shamit said sternly, 'get on the bed like the others.'

   Tulsi could not refuse Shamit but she still had an ace up her sleeve. 
'Agar maine apni gaand phardwani hee hai tau aap phardo (If I have to lose
my ass hole cherry then you take it),' she begged Shamit.

   'No, Amit will take your gaand cherry,' Shamit declared, 'Mohan and Abhi
will oblige Basanti and Shanti and I will take Kanchi's ass hole cherry.'

   The task of greasing their ass holes fell on us.  'All right the gaands
are ready,' I declared, 'Would you like to 123?'

   'Why not,' the twins replied, 'you count'.

   After explaining what it meant to jiju and jijaji, I counted loudly,
'ONE.' The men spread their girl's ass cheeks and placed their cocks at the
entrance.

   'TWO,' I shouted.

   They took a firm grip of their partner.  Basanti and Shanti knew what to
expect and braced themselves, against the impending pain.  But Kanchi and
and Tulsi were taken unawares when I shouted, 'THREE.'

   The men rammed their cocks into the waiting gaand of their partner. 
'AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE,' all four screamed in a chorus.


   'OH MY GOD IT HURTS,' Kanchi complained.

   'The pain will be soon subside,' Rashmi didi said, consoling them but
Tulsi was not to be consoled so easily.

   'HEY BHAGWAN MERI GAAND PHUTT GAYI (OH MY GOD MY POOR ASSHOLE),' she
screamed, 'NIKALO, APNA LAURDA MERI GAAND MAIN SE NIKALO.  DARD KE MAARE
MERI JAAN NIKALI JA RAHI HAI (TAKE IT OUT, PULL OUT YOUR COCK FROM MY ASS
HOLE.  I AM DYING OF PAIN).'

   For a moment Amit was taken aback by her strong reaction and stopped
pumping her butt.

   'Amit, ignore her and continue with what you were doing,' Shamit
advised, 'After a few pushes, she will like it and stop screaming,'

   This is exactly what happened.  After they had finished, Tulsi smiled,
'Boy!  That was nice.  Who is next?'

   In the next round Shamit fucked Tulsi's butt and Kanchi took Amit's cock
in her ass hole.  Jiju and jijaji also exchanged their partners.

   'We have fucked the asshole of Basanti and Shanti many times but have
yet to make acquaintance with the rear entrance of Madhu and Rashmi,' Amit
declared, before the third round.

   'No need to wait any longer,' they replied, getting into position.  In
the next two rounds, the twins fucked our sisters by turns and our brothers
in law checked out the ass holes of Tulsi and Kanchi.  Thereafter it was
back to pussy eating.

   Next morning as usual the maids served us our morning tea.  'Which of
you girls would like to suck my cock,' Shamit said, pointing to his
erection.

   'I'll do it,' Basanti volunteered.

   'Why you and not me?' Tulsi retorted.

   'Do you know that you will have to swallow his cum?' Basanti asked.

   Tulsi hesitated for a brief moment.  'I will do that too,' she affirmed
stoutly.

   'Kanchi, I think you can take care my hard on,' Amit suggested, 'and you
two beauties can do the same to Abhi and Mohan.'

   The education of Tulsi and Kanchi was now complete.

   In the remaining days of our holiday the men fucked us in both our holes
and we sucked them off and ate pussy.  We even practiced double fucking,
which soon became very popular.

   'Adi, how would you like to take all four of us together?' Amit asked,
one afternoon at the start of a new session, 'One cock in the front, the
second in the rear, the third one in your mouth and the fourth one in your
hand'.

   'I'd love to,' I replied.

   'No, it is not fair.  I want to do it,' Sarit complained, 'Last time
when we double fucked she went first also.'

   'No sweetheart, you won't,' Shamit said, coming to my defense, 'it was
you, who made the rule, eldest goes first.'

   'Okay then by that yard stick Madhu didi should be first followed by
Rashmi didi and then Adi,' Sarit proclaimed.

   'Correct.  I have asked them.  They said to go ahead, as they are
feeling nauseated,' Amit explained, 'they will take their turn last.'

   'Sorry Sarit,' I said, sticking out my tongue at her.

   On the last evening of our holiday the maids were in the kitchen and we
sat in the sitting room nursing our drink.

   'This holiday was very enjoyable,' Madhu didi said, 'how I wish it could
go on for ever.'

   'It can, if you wish,' Amit replied.

   'How?' Rashmi didi inquired.

   'Shamit and I have already given it lot of thought,' Amit explained,
'Mohan and Abhi could give up their present jobs and shift to where we
live.'

   'We could have shifted too, but to wind up an established business is
not desirable,' Shamit clarified.

   'With their qualifications and experience, it will be easy to find a
good, I would say, even a better job,' Amit continued, 'They can start
their own business too, if they so desire.  We have many contacts and it
won't be difficult to make it go.'

   'Don't worry about money.  If they don't mind then we can advance it or
help them to get it from banks,' Shamit concluded.

   'We all could live together and have fun like we did here,' Shamit
added, 'we plan to shift into a bigger place anyway and if you decide to
join us then we could always find a house large enough for four families.'

   'It is an idea worth thinking about,' jiju replied.

   'Can we bring our maids with us,' Madhu didi asked.

   'Of course,' Shamit laughed, 'without Kanchi and Tulsi our group will be
incomplete.'

   End of part 5, to be continued...

   Folks, this is all for the present, more in part 6.  I would appreciate
receiving your feedback at sahebji70@yahoo.com Take care.  Sahebji.