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 IT'S A MAN'S WORLD

   (Part 6)

   By Sahebji

   First the last few lines of part 5:

   '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 our city.'

   '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 if they so desire.  We have lots of 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.'

   Now for part 6:

   Alas, all good things must come to an end.  The holiday was over and we
returned to our respective homes.  Sarit and I were very happy that our
marriage was firmly back on tracks.  Our husbands were also happy that
their demands had been met to their entire satisfaction.

   The twins spoke very highly of jiju and jijaji.  They said that they
were very intelligent, knowledgeable and good organizers.  With these
qualities, they are wasting their talent in a nine to five job and
sincerely hope that they start their own business.

   We soon returned to our pre-holiday routine.  Two weeks later, I missed
my days.  'Omigosh, I think I am on the hop,' I said to Sarit.

   'Me too, I am four days overdue,' she giggled, 'shall we tell them?'

   'No, first let us be certain,' I suggested.

   After a pregnancy test, our gynecologist confirmed that we were
carrying. In the evening we broke the good news to our husbands.

   'We are delighted but tell us how did this happen?' they asked.

   'Omigosh Sarit, apparently they have a very short memory.  They have
already forgotten that in Shimla, four virile men fucked us silly and now
when the result is before them, they ask how could this happen,' I replied,
sarcastically.

   'Daarrling, calm down,' Shamit said, hugging me, 'how can we forget the
good times we all had in Shimla but we thought you were on the pill.'

   'Oops, the pills finished couple of days after we reached Shimla and I
forgot to ask you to get more,' I replied.

   'What about you, my sweet,' Amit asked Sarit.

   'I take them but not so regularly as earlier,' she replied.

   'So, now we know why you got pregnant,' Shamit smiled.

   'We realize that we were careless but we hope you are not angry with
us,' I said apologetically.

   'Not at all,' Amit replied, hugging both of us, 'we are pleased as
punch. We always wanted to have kids of our own.'

   'Oh, oh,' I said, 'I really don't now who the real father is.'

   'Who cares, I don't,' Shamit said, 'I am the father of your baby.  I
think Amit is of the same opinion.'

   'You are right,' Amit said, excitedly, 'Oh Sarit, I am so happy.'

   In the morning, I rang up my sister to give her the good news.  'Didi,'
I shouted, excitedly into the receiver, 'can you believe it, both Sarit and
I are pregnant.  Please tell Rashmi didi also.'

   'Congratulations!  I am so happy for you both,' Madhu didi replied, 'I
have also news for you.  First, Abhi and Mohan have decided to chuck up
their jobs and start their own business.  Tell Amit that we will be with
you in a month.'

   'WOW!' Sarit screamed, into the phone, 'it will be like Shimla again.'

   'What is the other news?' I asked impatiently.

   'The second news is that Rashmi and I are also pregnant, Madhu didi
giggled.

   'Congratulations!' Sarit and I shouted into the phone together.

   'Didi, how did they react, when you told them the news?  I asked, when
we calmed down.

   'Oh, you mean about becoming a father?' didi asked, 'Oh, I know what you
mean, there was no problem, they are very happy.  Did you have...'

   'None at all,' I replied interrupting her, 'both of them are overjoyed.'

   'Have you told mummy?' I asked.

   'Not yet, you tell her,' Madhu didi replied.

   An hour later, I called mummy.  As chance would have it Sarit's mother
was visiting her.

   'Mummy, I have some good news,' I said, 'Jiju and jijaji are shifting to
our city with their families.'

   There was slight pause, I think mummy was telling aunt Lila the news.

   'We are thrilled.  We will have all our children near us and see both
our grandchildren more often,' mummy replied, happily.

   'Why only two, why not all six?' I giggled.

   'WHAT!  Oh my God!  Lila, did you hear that, all four of them are
expecting,' Mummy said loudly, unable to contain her excitement, 'here,
take the phone, I am too excited to talk.'

   'Congratulations!  Your trip to Shimla has turned out to be very
productive,' aunt Lila laughed.

   'Yes, it would seem so,' I giggled.  Only if they knew what went on in
Shimla

   The only change in our daily routine was that now Shamit and Amit would
talk with jiju and jijaji for hours at a stretch, discussing business,
money including our new house.  One evening Amit told them that he had
found a suitable house and they could come anytime.

   On the following Sunday we all went to see it.  The house was located on
the outskirts of the city.  It was an old building with relatively small
lawn.  It was erected on a 3500 square yard plot with a high boundary wall
all round it, screening it from the view of any passersby.

   'I purposely chose a house with a small garden, which we can easily
maintain without the prying eyes of gardeners,' Amit said, explaining away
the small garden before anyone of us could complain about it.

   'I like small gardens,' Sarit said.

   'Do you see that big mango tree?' Amit continued, pointing to a large
mango tree standing in the center of the lawn, 'Under such a mango tree,
our English teacher, Mrs.  Dolly, gave Shamit and me, our first lesson in
sex.  Shamit, do you remember?'

   'Very vividly, with many more lessons to follow,' Shamit laughed.

   'I hope you want to repeat that experience with us now,' the ever cock
hungry, Sarit giggled.

   'Of course, with all of you,' Shamit added.

   'The house looks very old,' I commented, steering the conversation to
the present.

   'It is nearly fifty years old, it belonged to an aristocrat,' Amit said
proudly, showing us around.

   'You mean you have bought it?' Sarit asked, surprised.

   'Yes, I got it dirt cheap,' Amit replied.

   'May be so but it does look a bit run down, doesn't it?' I said
cautiously.

   'All it requires is petty repairs, a coat of paint and polish.  You will
not recognize it when I am done with it,' Amit replied, brushing aside my
reservations, 'The contractors and the landscapers starts their work
tomorrow.'

   A few days before the families of our sisters were expected, we shifted
into our new house.  Amit was right.  The contractors had changed the house
beyond recognition.  The house looked beautiful.

   The landscapers had also done a superb job.  They had planted fresh
grass, seasonal flowers and placed groups of earthen flower pots, with
evergreens and long stemmed flowers at strategic points.

   The majestic mango tree was still there but four broad marble benches
with backrest had been erected around it.  Shamit must have seen me looking
at the benches.

   'It was my idea,' he laughed, 'I thought, with a mattress on top they
will be more comfortable than grass.'

   The house was sparsely furnished.  'We didn't have enough furniture to
furnish the whole house,' Amit explained, apologetically, 'I have requested
Mohan and Abhi to bring their furniture with them.'

   On the appointed day both the families arrived with bag and baggage
accompanied by two truckloads of furniture.  'Oh what a beautiful house,'
the newcomers raved.  Proudly Amit conducted them round the house, pointing
out their rooms.

   'This is where we can be in the open and still have complete privacy,'
he said, stepping out into the open-air paved courtyard surrounded by high
walls, 'In olden days, it was meant for the ladies.  We plan to use it for
our love games, whenever we want to do it under the sun or in the
moonlight. Ladies, with your comfort in mind, I have placed four benches at
strategic places.'

   By eight in the evening, we had managed to stow away the furniture and
settle everyone in their respective room.

   'Boy, I am tired now.  We will do the rest in the morning,' Madhu didi
said.

   'Let's go to the study and drink a toast to welcome you and to the start
of a new life together.  Adi, ask the maids to join us also,' Shamit
suggested.

   After we had drunk the toasts Shamit said, 'May I have your attention
please.  Now that we all are going to live together, we must have some
rules to go by, so that we don't get into each other's hair.'

   'Why must we have rules?' Sarit complained, 'can't we just live like we
did in Shimla?'

   'Shimla was a temporary affair but now it is for keeps.  Remember petty
misunderstandings lead to big wars.' Shamit added.

   'Sarit, he is right,' Rashmi didi stated, 'each of us must know our
duties and responsibilities.'

   'Let me start with the maids.  They will do what maids normally do,
clean and cook.  Madhu, being the eldest, will run the household assisted
by Rashmi.  Adi and Sarit being more familiar with the markets of the city,
will do the shopping and chip in wherever and whenever required.'

   'What are you guys going to do, sit on your backside and play with your
tools?' I asked, sarcastically.

   'No.  We will govern.  For this purpose we have formed a Council. 
Mohan, being the eldest, will be it's chairman and Abhi, Amit and I, it's
members.  We will take all policy decisions, which will be binding on all
of us.'

   'Hey, hey, wait a minute,' Sarit complained, 'You mean to say that the
ladies will have no say in things around here.'

   'Normally no, but you can always make a suggestion,' Shamit clarified,
'The chairman will consider it.  Then whatever he decides will be final.'

   'By gad, this is not fair,' Sarit exclaimed.

   'Who says life is fair to you ladies?' Amit chipped in, 'Haven't you
heard mama proclaim to all and sundry that it's a man's world.'

   'Let it be, if life gets too oppressive then we'll find a way to deal
with it,' I advised Sarit.

   'All right, now we come to a very important aspect of living together.
Who is going to sleep with whom?' Mr.  Chairman said, 'The Council has
decided that tonight each husband will take his family to bed, Shamit will
bed Adi and Basanti, Abhi will fuck Rashmi and Kanchi and so on.'

   'Tomorrow the men will sleep with the two ladies they have deflowered.
Thereafter, each night after dinner, the men will pull out two slips, with
names of ladies on it, from a jar, to decide with whom they are going to
spend the night.'

   'Saturdays will be ladies night.  Ladies will draw the slips and the
men, so chosen, will be theirs till Monday morning.'

   'I object,' Sarit said, 'Why should we have the same man for two
consecutive nights?  I suggest that we draw again on Sunday night.'

   'Fair enough, I agree,' Mr.  Chairman conceded.

   'What about the children?  Who will look after them at night?' Rashmi
didi inquired.

   'Good point,' Mr.  Chairman replied, 'Any lady, who is not "fuckable"
will sleep with the kids in the nursery.  If none is, then we will draw
lots.'

   'Don't look so perplexed,' Amit explained to the maids, 'it will be as
it was in Shimla,'

   'Hey bhagwan, kya ab yeh dono bhi mujhe chodenge?  (Oh my God, now these
two will also fuck me?)' Tulsi asked.

   'Tulsi, I don't want any trouble from you otherwise I will have to slap
you,' Madhu didi said.

   'Tulsi, what have you been up to?' Shamit inquired.

   'Nothing, ask madam,' Tulsi replied, blushing.

   'This girl is the limit.  I'll tell you what happened,' Madhu didi said,
'after our holiday she was a changed person.  Couple of days later, Mohan
asked her to join us in our bedroom.

   She refused.  'No, I won't do it any more, I have sinned enough,' she
replied.  I tried to persuade her but she kept repeating, 'No, I won't sin
anymore.' As our purpose had been served, we didn't press her.

   A week later Rashmi and Abhi came visiting.  'Tulsi, how is your tight
choot doing?' Abhi asked her, 'come into the guestroom, let's have some
fun.'

   She refused, repeating that she won't sin anymore.

   'Come on sweetheart, don't be difficult,' Abhi said, trying to persuade
her, 'Kanchi let's me fuck her whenever I want.'

   'Why come to me, go fuck her,' she replied, rudely.

   'What is with her?' Abhi asked, after Tulsi had returned to the kitchen.

   'She has been like this ever since our return,' I told him, 'Mohan also
wanted her but got the same reply.'

   'Hmmm, I think she has turned religious again,' Abhi said, after
thinking for couple of minutes added, 'Don't worry, I promise that I will
fuck her within a week.'

   We forgot about it, as fucking Tulsi was very low on our priority list.

   On the following Sunday, to our surprise, Tulsi ushered Abhi, in the
garb of a sadhu as on earlier occasion, into our sitting room.

   'Look ma'am who is here?' she said, grinning happily.

   'GOD IS GREAT!' Abhi said loudly, by way of greeting, 'I was in the
vicinity and thought I would check how things were with this child,'

   'Maharaj, you have blessed our humble home and us by your august
presence,' Mohan replied, respectfully, containing his laughter with
difficulty.

   'How are you, my child?' he asked Tulsi, 'And your parents, I hope they
are well?'

   'Oh maharaj, they are well.  Thanks to you, nothing untoward has
happened to them,' Tulsi gushed, happily, 'Everything happened as you had
predicted and I did all you had told me to do to free myself from the evil
spirit.'

   'Let me check,' Abhi said, 'Child, bring me a glass of water.'

   'Of course maharaj,' Tulsi replied, going to the kitchen.

   'Ab main iss haramzadi ko chodunga (Now I am going to fuck this bitch,'
Abhi whispered to us, 'I am counting on your help, if required.'

   'Here maharaj,' Tulsi said, offering him a glass of water, 'I have also
brought fresh fruits.'

   With lots of play-acting and rigmarole, Abhi reached out for the glass
of water.

   'Congratulations my child, now you are free of the evil spirit,' Abhi
pronounced, taking a big gulp of water.

   'Maharaj, it is all because of you,' Tulsi replied.

   'If that is so then give me my dakhshina (there is no translation of
this word.  The nearest that meaning I would say is fees),' Abhi said.

   'How stupid of me, I should have thought of it myself,' Tulsi responded,
'Maharaj, I am not rich but whatever little I have is yours.'

   'Child, what will I do with money.  By the grace of God I have many
patrons; who look after my daily requirements,' Abhi replied, looking
towards the ceiling, 'but I have other needs which they can't satisfy.'

   'Maharaj, I have nothing else to offer,' Tulsi replied, perplexed.

   'Child, you have something more precious than money.' Abhi said.

   'Maharaj, tell me what you desire and I'll give it to you, if within by
powers,' Tulsi replied, respectfully.

   'You can give me the same thing that you gave others, to save your
parents from certain death,' Abhi said, going for the kill.

   'K... K...Kya keh rahe hain aap?  (W...W...What are you saying)' Tulsi
stuttered, cringing, 'A...A...Aap mujhe chodena chahate hain (Y...Y...You
want to fuck me).'

   'Who wouldn't?  You are young and beautiful,' Abhi replied.

   'B...B...But you are a man of religion?' Tulsi stuttered.

   'Yes but alas, we are also human,' Abhi replied.

   'Sorry, I can't let you do what you want,' Tulsi said.

   'WHAT!  FIRST YOU SAY ASK AND THEN YOU DARE TO REFUSE ME,' Abhi shouted,
enraged.  Then pouring some water from the glass in his right palm, raised
it above his head, 'I am going to put a curse on you.'

   'Maharaj, please don't!' I intervened, 'I think she is confused.  Let me
talk to her.'

   'I am waiting,' Abhi declared, standing motionless in the same posture
and glaring angrily at Tulsi.

   I took Tulsi aside.  'Tulsi have you taken leave of your senses?' I said
to her.

   'But madam, I can't agree.  It is a sin,' she replied.

   'I would have agreed with you if you had been a virgin but not after
four men have already fucked you,' I explained to her, 'One man more
matter.'

   'But madam...' she started but I interrupted her.

   'No buts.  You stupid girl, do you realize what will happen?  He will
place a curse on you and your parents,' I said, pausing to let it sink in,
'All you have done including the sacrifice of your virginity will go
waste.'

   'Oh madam, I don't know what to do?' she wailed.

   'Tell me are you still taking those pills I gave you?' I asked, before
Abhi knocks her up and her parents descend on me.

   'What pills?  Oh those!  Yes, I forgot to discontinue them,' she replied
innocently.

   'In that case, I suggest you give him what he wants,' I advised her.

   'Okay,' she replied, tough unhappily.

   'Come,' I said and taking her by the hand stood her before Abhi,
'Maharaj, please forgive her.  She is young.  She has realized her mistake
and wants to apologize.' I said but Tulsi remained silent.

   'Tulsi, say what you want to say,' I said, prodding her in the ribs,
'Maharaj is waiting.'

   'Maharaj, I did not mean to insult you, please forgive me,' Tulsi
apologized with folded hands, 'I am ready to obey you.'

   'God is great.  Now that you have realized your mistake, I forgive you.'
Abhi said, lowering his arm and turning to me added, 'shall I collect my
due here on the floor in front of you, or you have a comfortable
alternative with more privacy?'

   'Maharaj, you can use the guestroom if you so desire,' Mohan replied,
pointing to the guestroom door.

   Abhi led Tulsi into the guestroom but left the door slightly ajar so
that we could also witness his success.

   'Call Rashmi, ask her to come here immediately,' Mohan whispered to me.
I went to my bedroom to call her.  'Rashmi come here immediately otherwise
you'll miss all the fun,' I told her.

   'I can't.  I am about to give Sonny his bath,' she replied.

   'Bring him with you,' I said, 'he can have his bath here but come
quickly.'

   'Has he started to fuck her?' I whispered to Mohan on my return.

   'No idea, I can't see what is happening and they have been quiet since
you left,' Mohan whispered.

   'OH MAHARAJ,' Tulsi moaned loudly.

   'He has entered her,' I smiled, nudging Mohan.

   For the next ten minutes or so we could only hear Tulsi moaning and the
creaking of the bed.  I made a mental note to either have the bed repaired
or get a new one.

   Suddenly Tulsi started to scream.  We were shocked and hurried into the
room.

   Abhi was busy humping Tulsi with hard and fast strokes.  Tulsi was
staring at Abhi's face and screaming.  On a closer look, we noticed that
Abhi's beard had come unstuck and was hanging precariously from one cheek.

   The sight was so funny that Mohan and I started to laugh loudly.  Our
laughter had no effect on Abhi.  He, without missing a stroke, continued to
bang her but Tulsi on the hand, stopped screaming and stared at us with
tears streaming down her cheeks.

   'Madam you knew?' Tulsi asked, after Abhi had got off her.

   'Yes Tulsi, I knew,' I replied, realizing that it was time to tell the
truth.

   'The first time also it was him?' she asked.  I nodded.

   'Madam, why did you deceive me, knowing that he was a fraud and all he
said was a horrible lie?' Tulsi asked.

   'Tulsi, the truth is that in the beginning I myself did not know but
later I did find out but kept quiet, as it suited my purpose,' I confessed.


   'What purpose?' Tulsi asked.

   Without going into details, I told her about Adi and her marriage.  'So
in order to save your sisters marriage, you sacrificed my virginity?' she
said, bitterly.

   'I am sorry.  Please forgive me, I know, what I did was wrong,' I
replied, 'I can't make you a virgin again but I am willing to compensate
you for your loss.'

   Tulsi just stared at me silently.  I felt very ashamed for having
tricked a simple trusting soul like Tulsi and decided to pay her whatever
sum she demanded, even if I had to sell all my possessions.

   'Tulsi ask.  I will give you whatever want,' I said.

   'I will think about it,' she replied quietly and picking up her clothes
left the room.

   Later when Rashmi arrived I told her what had happened.  'We will pay
half, we were just as much at fault as you,' she offered.

   'I knew I could count on your help,' I replied, hugging her.

   In the evening I asked Tulsi whether she had thought over the matter. 
'Yes, I don't want anything,' she replied.

   'Nothing!' I said, surprised, 'Money is a useful thing to have.'

   'What will I do with money?  You give me food to eat, clothes to wear,
and a roof to sleep under.  My personal needs are few, I earn enough to
take care them.'

   'Tulsi, are you so angry with me that you won't even accept money from
me?' I asked, feeling very small.

   'Madam, I am not angry,' Tulsi replied, 'I am happy that my virginity
saved Adi didi's marriage.'

   'Are you sure?' I asked, surprised.

   'Yes madam, absolutely sure.  I am happy as I am,' she replied.

   'Tulsi, please forgive me,' I asked again.

   'Please don't embarrass me,' she replied, falling at my feet.

   At night when Mohan and I were about to go to bed Tulsi came to our
bedroom.

   'In the evening I told you that I don't want anything but I think I do
want something,' she said.

   'All right, tell me,' I asked, nervously.

   'I want babuji (sir) to fuck me if he is not too angry with me for
repulsing him earlier,' she grinned.

   'I am not angry,' Mohan replied, happily, 'it will be a pleasure.'

   'Tulsi, you are a strange girl.  Why this sudden change of heart?' I
asked, laughing.

   'Madam, not strange but stupid,' she replied, 'I had thought that I will
survive without a cock but today morning, when Abhi sir fucked me, I
realized how much I missed it.  Babuji, I have a request.'

   'Sure,' Mohan replied.

   'If I behave so foolishly again then give me a tight slap and take me by
force,' she requested.

   'I doubt if it would ever come to that,' I replied, laughing.

   'Sir, ready or not I am coming,' Tulsi giggling happily, got on top of
Mohan, 'today Tulsi is going to fuck you.'

   'Thank God our old Tulsi is back,' I sighed, watching her moving up and
down on Mohan's cock.  In the morning I told Rashmi all that had transpired
last night.  A few days later Abhi and Rashmi visited us.

   'Maharaj, please don't put a curse on me,' she giggled, 'I am willing to
do to whatever you want.'

   'Madhu, you are right, the old Tulsi is back,' Abhi said, following her
into the guestroom.

   'This is the whole background,' Madhu didi said.

   'Amit, it is a pity,' Shamit said, 'Tulsi doesn't want us to fuck her
again?'

   'I never said that,' Tulsi said, hastily, ' I merely wanted to confirm
that you both will also fuck me.'

   'Ladies, all four of us will fuck your cunt, your assholes and you will
suck our cocks,' jiju announced, 'Is that clear?' We nodded.

   We were all very happy living together.  There were no harsh words, no
quarrels.  Contrary to my first impression, the Council was very
understanding and considerate.

   During the day, each of us went about his or her respective duties. 
Jiju and jija started their new enterprise and worked hard to make it a
success.  Shamit and Amit attended to their business as usual.

   We, the ladies, spent our time managing the house and shopping for
furniture and furnishings, including artifacts.  The maids worked
diligently.  Nights and holidays were naturally reserved for fucking.

   Our tummies continued to swell.  Our gynecologist told us that all four
of us would be confined around the same time.  None of the others had any
problem with their pregnancy except me.  I kept going in and out of the
hospital.  I visited the hospital so often that Shamit was able to
negotiate a discount.

   Holi was approaching, my first after marriage.  I had looked forward to
it but my big belly played spoilsport.

   On the Holi day, because of our big tummy's, we were not allowed do
anything other than play with dry colors.  Having done that we watched the
men folk throwing colored water on the maids and dunking them in the large
tubs they had especially purchased for this purpose.

   'Come on guys,' Sarit shouted, grinning, 'put some life in it.  Fuck
them.'

   'Yeah!' the men shouted.

   'No, no,' the maids screamed, running in different directions.

   Shamit and Amit went after Kanchi and Tulsi.  After catching them,
undressing them laid them down on the courtyard floor, started to fuck
them.

   In the meanwhile, jiju and jijaji were having a tough time catching; the
more experienced and fleet footed, Basanti and Shanti.  At last jiju
managed to catch Shanti.

   Shanti was reliving her fantasy and was not going to let jiju fuck her
so easily.  She screamed and struggled, shouting, 'HELP!  PLEASE, HELP ME.'


   For a moment jiju was taken aback.

   'Jiju let her scream.  She is play-acting.  She loves to be taken by
force,' Sarit prompted.

   'Is that so?' jiju grinned.

   Shanti continued to struggle and kick.

   'Abhi, give me a hand,' jiju panted.

   Jijaji held Shanti while jiju undressed her amid shouts of 'Let me go'
'No, I won't let you fuck me' 'Oh God, someone help me' etc.

   Jiju unbuttoned her blouse and pulling off her bra grabbed her swinging
tits.  'BADMASH, MERI CHOOCHIYAN DABANE KI TERI HIMMAT KAISSE HUYI?  (YOU
ROGUE, HOW DARE YOU SQUEEZE MY BOOBIES?  She screamed.

   Without a word Jiju put his hand inside the top of her sari and tugged,
breaking the string of her petticoat.  The petticoat along with the sari
fell to the floor exposing her choot.  Shanti was not wearing panties.

   Then they both pressed her down on the floor.  Jiju started to undress
while jijaji held her down.  Shanti continued to scream and hurl abuses at
them.

   Jiju caught her ankles and pressing her knees on to her breasts covered
her.

   'AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE,' Shanti yelled, as jiju rammed his cock into her
gaping choot hole and started to fuck her with hard strokes.

   'Mohan, not so hard.  You are hurting the poor girl,' Madhu didi said.

   'Didi, he is not hurting her,' I giggled, 'Shanti always screams when
she loses her cherry.'

   'How quaint?' Rashmi didi commented.

   In the meanwhile jijaji had caught Basanti.  'You like to be raped
also?' he asked.

   'Jijaji, Basanti is just the opposite.  She likes the man to be gentle
and loving,' I said to him.

   Jijaji took Basanti gently in his arms and kissing her tenderly took off
her clothes.  Then laying her down on the floor fucked her with long slow
strokes.

   After they had finished they refreshed themselves with sweets and
thandayi (a concoction of milk, dry fruits, herbs and bhaang, an
intoxicant).  Then changing partners fucked the maids again.  This went on
till lunch.

   A fortnight later I was back in the hospital.  Ten days later, the
doctor, prescribing complete bed rest, sent me home to die.

   This was a fortnight ago.  Today, as I was getting bored, I started to
tell you guys my story.  Hold on, I think someone wants to ask a question.

   Yes, it is a lady in a red blouse with real big b...  whatever.  Yes
ma'am, you want to ask something?  Sorry, I can't understand you.  I
suggest you take the lollipop out of your mouth before you speak.  Sir, my
apologies for the interruption, she will be right back.

   When there were so many people living in the house then why did I say, I
was alone?  Is this your question?  Didn't I tell you?  No!  Then I will
explain now.  Ma'am, you can go back to sucking your lolly.

   A week ago we had packed off Sashi and Sonny accompanied by their maids,
Tulsi and Kanchi, to the house of their respective grandparents.

   Last night Rashmi didi had pains.  Amit and Shanti took her to the
hospital.  Today early morning, Shamit and Basanti shifted Madhu didi to
the hospital.  At eight jiju and jijaji left for work.

   To be fair to jiju and jijaji, I must mention that they were very keen
to help.  But the twins insisted that they should attend to their nascent
enterprise and they, the twins, would manage.

   An hour ago Sarit dropped by to tell me that our sisters had given birth
to two sweet girls and everything was under control.  Then mumbling about
resting, left.

   This is how I came to be alone.  Just a minute, I hear noises.  I think
someone is home.

   'YOOHOO!  IS ANYONE THERE?' I shouted.

   'It's me,' Shamit said, entering the room, 'Basanti and I came back to
check on you.  Have you heard the good news?'

   'Yes, Sarit told me,' I replied, 'where is Basanti?'

   'She has gone to check on Sarit,' Shamit replied.

   'Didi is sleeping peacefully,' Basanti said, joining us.

   'Shamit, you look so tense,' I said, 'why don't you fuck Basanti, it
will relax you.'

   'There is no time for that, I must relieve Amit soon,' Shamit replied,
'but Basanti can give me a blow job.'

   'Oh Shamit, please let me suck you off,' I begged.

   'No darling, too much excitement is not good for you,' Shamit replied.

   'Please!  I know I am going to die, let me at least die with the taste
of your cum in my mouth,' I pleaded.

   'ADI!' DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK LIKE THAT,' Shamit said, getting angry.

   'Please, pretty please,' I begged again.

   'Only if you promise not to talk about dying again,' Shamit replied.

   'I promise,' I said, taking his cock in my mouth.

   After five minutes of sucking I became wet.  It was normal for my cunt
to leak while sucking a cock but this time I felt as if I was sitting in a
trough of water.

   'Shamit, I think my water bag has burst,' I said weakly and fainted.

   'Hi fellows!  How are you doing?  It is I, Sarit.  The breaking news is
that after Adi fainted, Shamit rushed her to the hospital.  Poor Adi, she
had a torrid time but now all is well.

   Last time I saw her was an hour ago.  She sat propped up in bed with
little Akaash in her arms.  'You little rascal, do you realize that you
nearly killed your mama,' she said, hugging Akaash to her swollen mosquito
bites.

   'Okay guys, I am still alive and kicking.  I see that Sarit has given
you the news.  She has even taken a dig at my expense.  I don't mind, after
all we are friends.  Sarit be warned, I'll get even, after all it is my
story.  Let's get on with the story.

   After a week I came back from the hospital.  Madhu didi and Rashmi didi
were already home.  Now only Sarit was left.  Another week rolled by before
Sarit's baby decided to come into this man's world.  I couldn't understand
its reluctance because the baby was a boy.

   We were all very happy especially the men.  They loved to hold the
babies.  They were typical fathers.  Many a times, despite our protests,
they would wake them to play with them and dumped them in our laps when
they cried.

   Amit was the happiest of the lot because Sarit's boobs had become even
bigger.  He never got tired of pointing it out to us.  'Mamme hon tau aisse
(Those are what I call tits),' he would say proudly but poor Sarit was
miserable.

   She had so much milk that even after feeding all the four babies, there
was enough left for a tea party.  This prompted Shamit to promote her from
"big tits" to "the milk factory".

   One afternoon we were all together and only Sarit was missing.

   'Where is Sarit?' Amit asked and sent Kanchi to call her.

   A few minutes later Sarit came.  Her blouse was open and her bra hung
loose.  Her mountains were swinging wildly.  She held a breast pump in one
hand and a glass, nearly full of milk in the other.

   'Gosh, I have so much milk I don't know what to with it,' she
complained.'

   'I'd give it to the father to drink,' Madhu didi chuckled.

   'Here take this,' she responded, handing the glass to Amit, 'I suggest
that all four of you take a good sip because I don't know whose sperm did
the trick.  I have more when you finish.'

   Life went on.  It was Holi again.

   'Tomorrow is Holi,' the Chairman announced on Holi eve, ' we will
celebrate it without clothes so shave your choots.  More tomorrow.'

   The next morning we all assembled in the courtyard, naked.

   'Now form four groups consisting of husband, wife and the maid,' jjiju
directed.

   'Good.  Now the husband will apply color on his ladies,' jiju continued,
when we had formed four groups.

   I could see various colors, dry and wet, on the table.  Each man chose a
different color.  Shamit soaked his hands in the wet red color and
approached Basanti and me.  Then putting one arm round me said, 'Happy
Holi, darling.'

   Closing my eyes, I raised my face for him to apply color.  To my
surprise, he kissed me tenderly on the lips and rubbed the color on my
choot.  Thereafter, he gave Basanti the same treatment.

   'What a beautiful sight.  Eight choots in four colours,' jijaji laughed.


   'Yes, I think next year we must have a larger variety of colors,' Amit
replied.

   'Just imagine, Adi with a red choot, one tit green and the other blue
and a purple gaand,' Shamit chuckled.

   'Now the ladies will apply color on their man,' jiju ordered.  I
consulted with Basanti and we decided that purple color would suit Shamit's
cock and proceeded accordingly.

   'Now everyone is free to play Holi with each other but only the similar
colored genitalia can fuck.  This will continue till dinner.  Thereafter
the usual draw will take place,' jiju decreed.  Basanti and I saw that Amit
had a flaming red colored cock.

   'Amit, Holi khelene se pahele ek baar humaari laal choot ko apne laal
laurde se chodo (Amit, before we play Holi, fuck our red cunts with your
red cock),' I giggled.

   'With pleasure?' Amit said, happily.

   This set the trend for our Holi celebrations for the future.  Only the
number of colors increased and fucking rules changed.

   Six months later, jiju called a general meeting.  After we all had
assembled he said, 'We are enjoying our children so much that we want more.
Therefore the council has decided that from now none of you will take birth
control pills anymore.'

   'Basanti, any objections?' Shamit asked.  'None, but I am scared of
disobeying the mistress,' she replied.

   'Don't worry about mama.  We will take care of that,' Amit assured her.

   'In that case, I am also willing,' Shanti said.

   'Tulsi, what about you?' jiju asked.

   'Sir, I would like to have kids but if I get pregnant then my parents
will throw me out of the house and I won't have anywhere to go,' Tulsi
replied.

   'Let them.  You have a home here.  We promise that we will bring up your
children as our own,' jijaji replied.

   'No more pills for me,' Tulsi giggled.

   'Kanchi?' Shamit asked.

   'I have no home to go to anyway and if you promise to look after my
children and me also then I have no objection,' Kanchi replied.

   'Kanchi why do you say that?  You have parents and a home,' jijaji
asked, surprised.

   'I had once but after I ran away from home they won't even acknowledge
me,' Kanchi replied.

   'Why did you run away?' jiju asked.

   'My parents wanted to marry me off to a sixty-year-old man in exchange
of a large dowry.  I refused but they insisted.  Greed had got the better
of them.  I had no choice but to run away,' Kanchi explained.

   'You mean you crossed the border all on your own?' Shamit inquired,
incredulously.

   'No.  The same day I met a man, who agreed to guide me across the border
in exchange of my virginity,' Kanchi said.

   'But you were a virgin when I fucked you the first time,' Amit said.

   'Yes, that I was.  This man wanted to fuck me on the very first night
but I told him that he could have me only after he has helped me across the
border,' Kanchi said.

   'On reaching the border he instructed me to crawl across and hide at a
particular place.  Which I did but when he crossed the border the guards
spotted him and arrested him.  I hid till the guards had left and then
stole away,' Kanchi said, finishing her story.'

   'Don't fret.  You have a home here,' jiju said, 'now getting back to
council's business.  It is agreed that no birth control pills from now on.'

   'No, it is not agreed,' I objected, 'I am not getting pregnant again.  I
barely survived Akaash but the next one will surely kill me.'

   'Adi, the first child is the most difficult one but later ones are much
easier,' Madhu didi advised.

   'Maybe, but I am not getting pregnant again,' I said, stressing each
word.

   'All right don't get pregnant but remember no pills,' jijaji said.

   'Good...b...but if no pills...omigosh!  No it can't be,' I stuttered,
'Are you saying that I don't get to have sex anymore?

   'Of course not,' Shamit smiled, 'what we mean is that none of us,
including the girls, will touch your choot.  From tomorrow we will fuck you
only in your ass hole.  You will suck our cocks and can eat pussy if you
like but your choot will remain out of bounds for all.'

   I didn't like it a bit but I was adamant not to have another baby. 
'Okay, if that is the what you want then I agree,' I said, defiantly.

   Yeah, I know, it was a foolhardy thing to do but I was not going to
knuckle down to their diktat, especially when it was a matter of life and
death for me.

   In the following months they kept their word and did not touch my choot
and only fucked my butt.  Within three months all the others became
pregnant.  After six months, I was desperate for a proper fuck.

   So one night after dinner, I announced, 'I can't take it any more.  I
don't care if I get pregnant but fuck my choot.'

   'Welcome back to the flock,' all echoed happily.

   'Ladies, like Adi, we also missed fucking her.  Therefore if you permit,
we four would like to fuck Adi tonight,' jiju requested.  'Sure,' they
agreed graciously.

   Omigosh!  What a night it was.  By morning my choot was sore and
overflowing with cum.  In the next three years each of us bore two kids. 
With twenty-two children in the house, we had to convert two other rooms
into nurseries.

   Even the men had had enough and they begged us to go back to swallowing
pills.  We agreed after teasing them for a day or two.

   Six months ago mummy rang up and invited Madhu didi and me to tea. 
'Bring your children with you,' she commanded.

   On the appointed day we reached our parents house with our brood.  Uncle
Romesh and aunt Lila were also present.  We all had tea and chatted.

   'It is time for the kids to eat something,' Madhu didi announced, 'I
will make their meal.'

   'Adi, why don't you go and help your sister?' mummy suggested.

   'Didi doesn't require any help.  She can easily handle it alone,' I
replied.

   'Aditi, do as your mummy says,' daddy pitched in.

   'Yes dear do as your mother says,' aunt Lila added.

   'Why do they want me out of the room?  There is something going on which
they don't want me to know or witness,' I thought as I left the room.  I
did not close the door fully and stood outside the door listening.

   'Is she gone?' mummy asked.

   'Yes,' aunt Lila replied.  'Akaash, please come to your nani (maternal
grand mother),' she said, calling my son, who was playing with the others
in the corner.

   'Now look at his face carefully,' mummy said, seating Akaash on her lap,
'and tell me whom does he resemble?' All of them stared at Akaash.

   'Now that you have mentioned it,' uncle Romesh said, 'to me he looks
more like Abhi than Shamit.'

   'Yes!' mummy replied triumphantly, 'that is exactly what I say.'

   'Oh these men,' aunt Lila said, throwing up her arms in despair, 'I have
been telling him the same thing for months and all he said was "Lila relax,
your imagination is working overtime." I see more of Mohan in Sarit's boy
than Amit.'

   'Sorry my dear,' uncle Romesh apologized, 'now I see you were right. 
Seema what are you getting at?'

   'My point is that something undesirable is going on in their house and
as their parents we must put a stop to it,' mummy said, stressing each
word.

   'I think they are into wife swapping,' daddy said, 'I hear, now a days,
a lot of young couples indulge in it.'

   'What do you mean "wife swapping"?' mummy asked, aggressively.

   'What Ravi means is one man has two wives but in this case it would be
one man has four wives,' uncle Romesh explained.

   'You mean they are living in sin?' mummy asked, incredulously.

   'If that was not enough their maids are also having children,' aunt Lila
added, 'The other day Sarit came with two babies in her arms.  On my
inquiry she said one was Kanchi's.  I did not say anything thinking that
probably Kanchi was busy.  Later when I saw her breast feeding the maid's
baby I got angry.

   'Oh mama, Kanchi does not have enough milk and I have so much that I
could open a dairy,' she told me.

   I told her it is not a done thing.

   'Mama, you are so old fashioned.  In olden days if maids could feed the
master's baby then where is the harm if I feed Kanchi's baby,' she pointed
out.  She was right and I had to keep quiet.'

   'Yes and the maids are not even married.  What do you say to that?'
mummy asked.

   'All I can say is that I was wrong,' uncle Romesh replied, 'It is one
man and eight wives.'

   'Wife swapping!  It has a nice ring to it.  Lila, what do you say?'
daddy laughed, winking at aunt Lila.  For a moment I thought that aunt Lila
is going to explode but to my surprise she blushed and lowered her eyes.

   'Seema, it seems that Lila is quite amiable to Ravi's suggestion, what
do you say?' uncle Romesh laughed.

   'Over my dead body,' mummy replied, glaring angrily at him.

   'There is no fun in screwing a dead body,' uncle Romesh chuckled, 'I
would prefer you live and kicking.'

   'If you say one more word on this subject then I will leave,' mummy
threatened, standing up.

   'Seema, sit down.  I was just joking,' uncle Romesh said, pacifying my
mother.

   'It is their life,' daddy advised, 'let them live the way they want to.'


   'No!  I won't allow that,' mummy replied, brushing aside daddy's
suggestion, 'let them return.  I will talk to both of them.'

   Just then Madhu didi returned.  I told her what had transpired.  'Don't
worry, I will take care of it once for all,' she replied.

   When we had settled down mummy asked, 'I hear you girls are into wife
swapping.  Is that correct?'

   'Yes,' Madhu didi replied, looking mummy in the eye.

   'Do you realize that sleeping with a man other than your own husband is
a sin?' mummy asked, getting agitated.

   'Mummy, our husband's don't mind, we don't mind and we all are major so
stop sticking your nose into our private lives,' Madhu said rudely.

   'RAVI!' mummy screamed.

   'MADHU!  This is no way to talk to your mother,' daddy said,
reprimanding didi, 'Apologize to her immediately.'

   'Mummy, I am sorry I should not have been rude to you but I meant every
word I said,' Madhu didi said.

   Without saying a word mummy turned her face away from us.  Madhu didi
waited for mummy to say something but she remained silent.  'Adi, come
let's go.  I think we are no longer welcome in this house,' Madhu didi
said, getting up.

   Daddy came out to see us off.  'Madhu, don't be angry.  You know your
mother.  She has very old-fashioned ideas.  Live the way you like but be
careful the society is not ready for what you are doing,' daddy said,
trying to pacify us, 'and remember this is your house also and you both are
always welcome here.'

   On our return to our house we narrated what had happened.  'Don't take
it too seriously,' the men folk advised, 'these things happen and will soon
be forgotten.'

   We never did go back but let the children visit their grandparents.

   Let me tell you what my mother in law thought about our life style. 
Last month she came to visit us.  Jiju and jijaji were at work.  Shamit and
Amit came home early to meet their mother.  After lunch Madhu didi and
Rashmi didi went out to attend to some important work.

   Mama, Sarit and I sat on one end of the living room while our husbands
played with the children on the other end.

   'I admire you girls to be able to run such a big household smoothly.'
mama said, 'it must be very tiring.'

   'No not at all.  We all pitch in and the work gets done,' I laughed.

   'I have two very nice girls in mind,' mama offered, 'If you like I can
send them to work here.'

   'What is the use the men will have two more maids to fuck them.' I
thought, staring at Shamit and Amit, who were playing with the children on
the other side of the room,

   'You are right,' mama said, as if reading my mind, 'that is bound to
happen and you can't stop it.'

   'Oh mama,' I exclaimed, embarrassed.

   'I always say that the only way a woman can be happy is if she makes her
own alternate arrangements,' mama proclaimed, then looking carefully at the
children added, 'I see that you both have already done that.'

   'OH MAMA!' I blushed.

   'Mama, do you also have other arrangements?' Sarit asked, shamelessly.
Mama smiled mysteriously and nodded.

   'Is it chachu?' Sarit persisted.

   'Did you know or is it just a wild guess,' mama asked, surprised.

   'There is no one else other than him,' I said quickly, before Sarit
could drop any more bricks.

   'He could easily have been a servant,' mama laughed.

   'Adi, just let me know whenever you want them,' mama said, when she was
leaving.

   'What was mama saying?' Shamit asked, after she had left.

   'Nothing,' I replied and changed the subject.

   Shamit raised this issue again at dinner.  'What was mama offering?'
Samit asked.

   'She was offering two maids to help us,' Sarit piped up, before I could
reply.

   'And you refused?' Amit asked, incredulously.

   'What for?' I asked, 'So that you guys could have two more girls to
fuck?'

   'That is also very important,' jijaji said.

   'It has been a long time since we fucked a tight cunt,' jiju added.

   'Adi, you will call up mama and ask her to send the two maids,' Shamit
ordered.

   'Why only two?  We could easily do with four of them,' Amit said.

   'No!  Adi is right,' Madhu didi said, 'we are in no mood to share your
cocks with two or four more cunts.'

   'I will ask for them if and when we all agree it is necessary,' I said,
putting an end to this discussion.

   A week before last Holi, my mother in law dropped in without prior
intimation.  'No, I am in a hurry,' she said brushing aside our request to
relax and take some refreshment, 'I have come to pick up all the kids. 
Shamsher and I thought that they would enjoy farm life for a week or two.'

   'I am sure they will but...' I replied not knowing how to tell her that
we treated all children, ours as well as the maids, alike.

   'Adi, you know I hate the word "but".  All right what is this "but"
about?' she asked, brusquely.

   'You know, mama,' I said hesitatingly not wanting to annoy her, 'we
treat all the children alike and would not...'

   'Adi, I have told you before to pay attention to what I say,' mama said,
admonishing me, 'I said all the kids and not my grandchildren or your
children.  I know your sentiments and respect them.  In case you have a
bunch of your neighbor's kids here then I will take them also.'

   'Oh mama, you are such a sweetheart,' I replied, hugging her and gave
the necessary instructions.

   'Hold on a minute.  I want to amend my earlier statement,' she said, 'I
am not taking any child, who is dependent on breast-feeding.  I have no
desire to take the body to which that breast is attached with me.'

   'Of course as you say mama,' I replied, amending my instructions,
'but...'

   'What!  Another "but", you and your eternal "buts",' she laughed,
cutting me off, 'tell me why you "butted" this time.'

   'Sorry about the "but".  What I wanted to tell you is that normally they
behave like angels but sometimes they can be quite a handful,' I said,
warning her.

   'Don't worry, I love cuddling them and spoiling them with toys and other
goodies but looking after them is not my cup of tea, for that I have
brought my army with me,' she laughed, pointing towards the window.

   I looked out and saw five drivers cleaning their cars and Sharda with
three other girls sitting under the mango tree.

   'Mama, getting the children ready for the journey will take sometime
more.  In the meanwhile why don't you lie down,' Sarit suggested.

   'Thank you darling, I would like to but I am in a hurry,' mama replied,
'After seeing your brood safely off, I have a million things to do in town
and I want to get back to the farm before the kids drive Shamsher crazy.'

   Half an hour later she was on her way with the children.

   The night before Holi my younger brother, Hemu rang up.

   You remember the little rascal, don't you?  Five years ago, he had given
me a glass of thandayi with bhaang by mistake, with the result that I lost
my virginity to jiju.

   Hemu is now a handsome lad of eighteen.  Well built, tall, slim with a
winning smile.  A real hunk, if there was one.

   Back to my story.  Where was I?  Yes, Hemu called up to say that he be
coming over to play Holi with us.  I was surprised because he liked to
celebrate Holi at home only.

   'Of course, we'll love to have you,' I told him.

   Later I told the others about the phone call.

   'Oh no,' Sarit groaned, fearing that fucking in Hemu's presence there
will be no, 'we won't be able to play Holi as we normally do.

   'Sorry, I have already told him that he is welcome,' I replied, 'do you
want me...'

   'No, let him come,' Mr.  Chairman ruled, 'if Sarit wants, we will take
the next day off from work and play Holi as she wants.'

   On Holi day, Hemu came and after greeting him with colors, we settled
down in the rear courtyard.

   'Hemu, how come you decided to celebrate Holi with us and not at home,'
I asked, to satisfy my curiosity, 'I thought you only liked to play Holi at
home.'

   'I had to,' Hemu replied, 'because mummy daddy have gone over to Ravi
uncle's house.'

   'So, what's the big deal,' Rashmi didi said, 'you could have gone with
them.  Our house is also like your home.'

   'That is true but to do what?' Hemu replied, 'Play with my tool?'

   'HEMU!  There is no reason to be vulgar,' Madhu didi, reprimanded him,
'play Holi, what else?'

   'You mean you don't know?' Hemu asked, surprised.

   'Know what?' I asked, 'Hemu, you are hiding something.  Come on tell
us.'

   'They are into wife swapping like you guys,' he replied, lowering his
voice.

   I was shocked.  'I don't believe you,' I replied, ignoring his comment
about us.'

   'What will you say if I told you that mummy has started to drink
alcoholic beverages,' he whispered, confidentially.

   Now I knew for sure that he was lying.  Mummy hated alcohol and whenever
daddy took a drink, there was always a fight in the house.

   'I'd call you a liar,' I said, accusing him openly, 'tell us the truth.'


   'But didi, I am telling the truth,' he protested stoutly.

   'I think the lad is telling the truth,' jiju said.

   'What makes you think that we are into wife swapping,' Sarit asked
aggressively.

   'I apologize if you aren't but I overheard mummy and daddy talking about
it,' Hemu replied.

   'Hemu stop!  Tell us what you know from the beginning and not in piece
meal,' jijaji intervened.

   'You won't tell anyone, would you?' Hemu asked.

   'Promise, 'Madhu didi replied, crossing her heart, 'we won't tell
anyone, dear brother, not even the lamppost.'

   'You remember the last time you visited us with the children?' Hemu
said, starting his story.

   'Yes, but you were not at home that evening,' Madhu didi said.

   'That is true, but when I returned home around ten at night the house
was in darkness,' Hemu continued, 'I thought that mummy and daddy had gone
to bed early.  As I approached the staircase I noticed that their bedroom
door was not properly shut and the lights were on.  I tip toed towards the
stairs, as I had had a couple of drinks with my friends, and did not want a
confrontation with mummy.'

   'I can imagine that,' Madhu didi laughed.

   'As I passed their room I heard my name and stopped to listen,' Hemu
said.

   'Naturally,' I said sarcastically..

   'Adi, leave the boy alone,' jiju reprimanded me, 'Go on.'

   'Ravi don't!' I heard mummy say, 'Hemu will be home soon.'

   'No, he won't be home for another two hours,' daddy laughed, 'He took my
permission to return by midnight.'

   'Ravi, stop squeezing my tits!' mummy said in a tone, which she uses to
scold one of us, 'I have already told you that I am not in the mood.'

   'Could you see what was happening?' Sarit inquired.

   'No, I couldn't see inside the room, though I did try, but I could hear
them clearly,' Hemu clarified.

   'Seema, what is with you tonight?  Usually you never refuse,' daddy
asked, 'you are not unwell, are you?'

   'No, I am perfectly all right,' mummy replied, 'only I am very angry
with you.'

   'Angry with me but why?' daddy asked.

   'Ravi, please stop kissing and sucking my teats,' mummy moaned loudly,
'I want you to listen to what I have to say.'

   'Go on, I am all ears,' daddy replied, 'I don't hear with my lips.'

   'I can't concentrate if you keep touching me all over,' mummy replied,
moaning even louder, 'darling stop it, I am serious.'

   'All right!' daddy said, 'Now tell me what have I done to make you
angry.'

   'It is not what you have done but what you did not do,' mummy said.

   'If you are going to talk in riddles then I will go back to what I was
doing,' daddy laughed.

   'RAVI!' mummy screamed, 'YOU HAVE PULLED OFF MY PAJAMAS.'

   'Seema, hurry and tell me what is bothering your pretty head,' daddy
replied, 'I can't wait for too long.'

   'I had called the girls today so that you could explain to them that
wife swapping is immoral but instead you placed your seal of approval on
it,' mummy said.

   'Seema, now you listen,' daddy replied, 'It is time that you stop
interfering in their lives.  They are major, young and married.  Let them
live their lives the way they want,'

   'It is a sin.  You may accept their life style but I will never,' mummy
replied, 'and why did you embarrass me by suggesting that we also indulge
in it with Romesh and Lila?'

   'Where's the harm after all they are our best friends aren't they?'
daddy laughed, 'did you notice that Lila was not averse to the idea.'

   'RAVI!  GET OFF ME,' mummy screamed, 'Oh Ravi, please stop, you'll make
me want it.'

   'What the hell do you think I have been trying to do for the last thirty
minutes,' daddy laughed.

   For some minutes there was silence.  'Oh Ravi, don't tease me any
longer, put it in,' mummy moaned, followed by a loud, 'AAHHH.'

   'During the next ten minutes the only sound I could hear was the
creaking of the bed and mummy's loud moans of pleasure,' Hemu said.

   'You mean you stood there listening?' Madhu didi asked.

   'What would you have done in my place?' Hemu countered.

   'You are right.  I would also have stayed till the very end,' Madhu didi
giggled.

   'OH RAVI!  IT FEELS SOOO GOOD.  GO ON.  HARDER!  Y...HESS HARDER.  GOSH
I AM NEARLY THERE.  RAVI FASTER Y...HESS.  OH RAAAVVVIIIIIII,' mummy
screamed.

   A few moments later I heard daddy grunt.

   'Oh Ravi, it was heavenly.  You have not fucked me like this in a long
time,' mummy said, still out of breath, 'I bet you were thinking that you
were fucking Lila and not me.

   'Seema, that is an unfair thing to say,' daddy replied, avoiding the
question.

   'Ravi, tell me the truth, you want to fuck Lila, don't you?' mummy
asked.

   'Who wouldn't?  She is beautiful and sexy like you,' daddy replied
diplomatically, 'I think you'll also have a good time with Romesh.'

   'Why do you sat that?' mummy asked.

   'Because his cock is larger than mine,' daddy replied.

   'What!  You guys look at each other's cocks?' mummy asked in a shocked
tone.

   'It's not what you are thinking,' daddy replied, 'I saw it during our
college days.  We used to fuck our landlady together.  Why don't you give
it a try?'

   'Oh no, I'll be too embarrassed to undress in front of a third person,'
mummy replied.

   'You could always take a few drinks.  It will help kill your
inhibitions,' daddy replied, still trying to persuade her.

   'I couldn't, you know how I hate alcoholic beverages,' mummy replied.

   'You could switch of the lights if you like,' daddy replied.  Suddenly
the lights were switched off.

   'Hey!  I didn't mean now,' daddy complained.

   'I know,' mummy giggled, 'I am tired.  I want to sleep.  Good night.'

   'Good night,' daddy responded, 'think about it.'

   'I waited for another ten minutes but as all remained quiet, I went up
to my room,' Hemu said.

   'And...' Sarit asked, grinning.

   'And what?  I was so excited that I masturbated myself to sleep,' Hemu
chuckled.

   'This proves nothing,' Rashmi didi said.

   'Wait!  I am not finished yet,' Hemu continued, 'a month later, on a
Sunday morning, when I came down for breakfast, mummy and daddy were not
there.  I asked Bhola.  He told me that they had gone for dinner to Singh
uncle's house and mummy had called to say that they would return only after
lunch.  This was not an isolated case.  It happened nearly every weekend.
Many a times when the Singhs came over to our house, I heard them leaving
in the wee hours.'

   'What about mummy drinking?' I asked.

   'Once, when I returned home from a movie, the Singhs were visiting us. I
went into the sitting room to greet them.  It was then I saw mummy drinking
whisky,' Hemu replied.

   'Gosh!  Hemu's story has made me hot,' Sarit said, 'Come let's play some
more and cool down.'

   After playing, we settled down again.

   'Hemu, don't get me wrong but we were a little surprised that you
decided to play Holi with us.  Is there a reason?' Amit asked.

   'I'll tell you how it happened,' Hemu replied, 'Last evening mummy came
to my room.

   'Hemu, your daddy and I are going to uncle Singh's for dinner.  We will
be spending the night at their house, and return only after lunch
tomorrow,' she said, 'tomorrow is Holi and I would not like you to be alone
here.'

   'Mummy, go ahead with your program, I will be okay,' I replied, hiding
my disappointment that I would be alone on Holi festival.

   'No, you will not be okay,' she said, 'I suggest that you call up your
sisters and go to their house.'

   'Mummy, I have told you that I'll be fine,' I replied.

   'And I have told you to call your sisters,' she insisted.  Mummy then
dialed your number and gave me the phone.  She stood there till I had
finished talking to you.  This is the whole story.'

   'Great!  Hemu do us a favour.  Go to the kitchen and ask one of the
maids to bring thandayi for us,' jiju said.

   'Of course,' Hemu replied, 'who wants it with bhaang?'

   Everyone opted for thandayi with bhaang.  'Adi didi, what about you?' he
asked me.

   'This time with lots of bhaang,' I giggled, 'I have nothing left to
lose.'

   'I think sending Hemu here is mummy's way of extending an olive branch,'
Amit said.

   'You are right,' Shamit said, 'we must make it a point of visiting her
soon.  Mohan what do you say?'

   'That we must do but I was thinking of something else,' jiju replied,
'why not arrange a party and invite our in laws to it.  We can all have
great fun.'

   'Look at them,' Rashmi didi laughed, 'after screwing the daughters, they
are setting their sights on fucking the mothers also.'

   'Your dreams will remain dreams,' Madhu didi chuckled, 'my mother would
never agree to let her sons in law to bang her.'

   'Why not?  Older ladies like to be screwed by younger men,' Amit said,
'Mrs.  Dolly proved it.'

   'And older men love fucking young girls,' Shamit said, 'I see it
happening everyday on the farm.'

   'Adi, your daddy is kind of nice,' Sarit giggled, 'I wouldn't mind
hopping into bed with him.'

   Before I could retort that she wouldn't mind getting into any man's bed,
Madhu didi said, 'Shh, Kanchi and Tulsi are coming with our thandayi.  It
is better that we don't talk on this subject in their presence.'

   I looked around and saw that both the girls were giggling
uncontrollably. It was a wonder that the glasses did not fall off the tray.

   'Madam, thandayi with bhaang,' Kanchi said, still giggling.

   'Why the hell are you two giggling like fourteen year olds,' Madhu didi
asked, picking up a glass from the tray.

   'Master Hemu, he...he is so funny,' Tulsi replied, starting to giggle
afresh.

   Hearing Hemu's name my ears perked up.  I didn't want anything untoward
happening to him.

   'What is with Hemu?' I inquired, 'I hope you girls have not misbehaved
with him.

   'No, no, nothing like that,' Tulsi replied, laughing louder.

   'Come on girls, out with it,' I said.

   For a couple of minutes they kept nudging each other with their elbow
saying 'you tell didi' and laughing.

   'Girls,' I said sternly, 'we are waiting.  Kanchi you tell us.'

   'I can't,' she laughed, 'Tulsi will tell you.'

   'All right, I will tell but first let me catch my breath,' Tulsi
replied.

   After a minute or two when she had controlled her laughter to some
extent, she said, 'When Master Hemu entered the kitchen the scene was like
this.  Basanti was sitting on a chair.  Her breasts were bare as she was
feeding her baby.  Shanti was sitting on the floor preparing bhaang.  Both
her legs were bent and her sari was knee high.  We both were watching them
and gossiping.'

   'Your mistress wants you to serve eight glasses of thandayi with lots of
bhaang,' Master Hemu said, as he entered the kitchen.

   'Yes sir,' Kanchi replied and asked, 'What about you, would you also
like a glass of the same?'

   'Before Master Hemu could reply, Basanti intervened.

   'Can't you see he is still very young, maybe he will prefer to drink
milk,' she said, taking her free breast in her hand, pushing it towards
Master Hemu, started to laugh.

   'No, he is not as young as you think.  Look at the big bulge in his
trousers,' Shanti laughed, pulling up her sari, exposing her choot added,
'I bet he would prefer to take a sip of my choot juice.'

   'Master Hemu was furious.  His face turned red with anger.  He caught
Basanti by the hair and tugged hard.  It must have hurt her.  When she
opened her mouth to scream, Master Hemu unzipped his fly, taking out his
big laurda, shoved it into Basanti's open mouth.'

   'Haramzadi, main kya piyoonga baad main bataoonga, pahele tu mere laurde
ka ras tau chakkh (You bitch, I will tell you later what I will drink but
first you taste the juice of my cock), Master Hemu said, viciously.

   'Well done Hemu,' jiju cheered, 'what was Basanti's reaction?'

   'Sir, you know her.  She immediately grabbed his cock and started to
suck,' Kanchi replied, laughing.

   'Oh it feels so nice,' Master Hemu moaned, moving his hips back and
forth.  While Master Hemu fucked Basanti's mouth she continued to suck his
cock.

   'BITCH, SUCK HARDER.  Y...HES THAT IS THE WAY.  NOW FASTER BITCH
FASTER,' Master Hemu said, pressing her head to his cock.

   'OHHH, GO ON, DON'T STOP I AM ABOUT TO CUM.  GOSH I AM THERE. 
AHHHHHHH,' he moaned, spurting his cum into Basanti's mouth.

   'Oh sir, your cum is so thick,' she panted, rolling it around in her
mouth before swallowing it.

   'Now who is next?' Master Hemu asked, imperiously.

   'Me.  Oh please me,' Shanti volunteered, taking his limp cock in her
mouth.

   We couldn't control ourselves and giggled loudly.

   'What the hell are you two gawking at?' Master Hemu yelled at us, 'Go
serve the thandayi and return quickly.  After her it will be your turn to
suck my cock.'

   'Please didi, may we go,' Tulsi requested, 'we would not like to keep
Master Hemu waiting.'

   'What you mean to say is that you don't want to miss your turn,' Madhu
didi laughed, 'All right go and have fun.'

   'Wait a minute,' Sarit said, as they turned to leave, 'you said
something about a "big" laurda.  How large is Hemu's cock?'

   'Oh didi, it is very big.  It is so long and so thick,' Kanchi replied,
demonstrating the length and circumference with her hands.

   'I won't say that big but only thing I can say is that I have not seen
such a big laurda before,' Tulsi said, turning to leave.

   'Hold it,' jiju said, 'I have something to tell you.'

   'Now what!' they inquired impatiently.

   'Suck his cock as much as you like,' jiju ordered, 'but do not under any
circumstances let him fuck you.  Understood?'

   'Aww sir,' they complained, pouting impishly, 'you have taken all the
fun out of it.'

   'Don't forget to convey our order to Basanti and Shanti also,' jijaji
said, 'now go.'

   Then both ran back quarreling among themselves as to who will take the
first turn.

   'I am proud of Hemu,' jiju remarked, 'he handled the situation very
well.'

   My dear friend Sarit was still stuck on the size of Hemu's tool.

   'Didi, can a man's cock be as big as Kanchi has described?' she asked my
sister.

   'Sarit think,' Madhu didi chuckled, 'you think my brother's cock is
longer than a horse's and thicker than an elephant's?  No way, only
conclusion I can draw is that he is bigger than these gentlemen are.

   'Whatever,' Sarit said, dismissing Madhu didi's logic, 'I would like to
check it out.'

   'Brilliant idea,' I said, 'we must do that before he goes home today.'

   'No,' Shamit said, 'have you forgotten that he is your brother?  We have
told you once that we don't subscribe to incest.'

   'I have seen them eyeing our daughters,' Madhu didi said, 'when the time
comes they will make a rule to stick their cocks into their virgin choot.'

   'We will cross that bridge when we get to it, but as of today no
incest.' Jijaji laughed.

   'All right,' Rashmi didi said, 'Sarit and I can fuck him.  We are not
related to him.'

   'No sweetie,' jiju replied, 'even you both can't do it.'

   'But why?' Sarit cried.

   'You know our rule,' jiju said.

   'Eye for an eye,' jijaji said.

   'Choot for a choot,' Shamit added.

   'And a cherry for a cherry.' Amit concluded.

   'You guys are being unfair,' Madhu didi said, 'where will poor Hemu get
a choot for you, he is still so young.'

   'That is his problem not ours,' jiju replied, 'if he wants a choot from
us then he must provide us with one.'

   'You want him to supply you with eight cunts to fuck in exchange of
eight of us,' Madhu didi asked, 'Mission Impossible!'

   'First of all you are six and not eight,' jijaji said, 'we willing to
negotiate.'

   'Enough of Hemu,' Shamit said, pulling out his hard on, 'I am like this
for sometime.  I suggest that our wives suck us off?  What do you say
guys?' '

   'Great idea,' they echoed, pulling out their erections.

   'Are you crazy,' Rashmi didi retorted, 'Hemu will come back any minute
and surprise us.'

   'No, we are not mad.  You underestimate those four ladies,' Shamit
chuckled, 'they won't let him go till they have sucked him bone dry.'

   'He is right girls,' Madhu didi said, getting down on her knees and
taking jiju's cock in her mouth.

   'Yeah let's do it.  Our lords and masters have decreed,' Rashmi didi
said, following Madhu didi's example.

   'What I can't understand is, why must we always do what they want,'
Sarit complained, going down on her knees and taking Amit's cock in her
mouth.

   'Sarit, have you forgotten what mother in law always says?  It's a man's
world,' I giggled and started to suck Shamit off.

   Few days after Holi we all visited my parents.  Mummy was very pleased
to receive us.  'I am so glad you all have come,' mummy said, gushing with
happiness, 'Romesh and Lila will also be joining us soon.'

   We all had a great time especially the children.  No reference was made
to our earlier visit.  There was no animosity and the atmosphere was very
cordial.

   'Mummy, please come over to our house sometime?' I requested, as we were
leaving.

   'Sure we would love to,' she replied.

   'If you are free on Saturday, then have dinner with us,' Shamit said.

   'We'll love to,' daddy replied, beaming happily, seeing the family
together again.

   'We will be very happy if aunt Lila and you would also have dinner with
us this Saturday,' Shamit said, inviting uncle Romesh.

   'It'll be our pleasure,' uncle Romesh replied.

   'Shall we go for it on Saturday?' Amit asked on the way home.

   'Only if there is an opening,' jiju counseled, 'there is no sense in
annoying them again.'

   'Mohan is right,' jijaji said, 'but we should be prepared.'

   Around seven thirty on Saturday evening all four of them arrived
together.  After the usual hello etc.  we settled down.

   'I think a drink before dinner will be in order,' jijaji announced.

   'Sure,' daddy agreed.

   'Basanti, Shanti,' jijaji called out, 'come and take their order.'

   'Ma'am, what would you like to drink?' Basanti, dressed in a spotless
white uniform with a black apron, asked mummy, while Shanti, identically
dressed, asked the same question of the gents.

   'Scotch and soda,' mummy replied, 'make it a stiff one.'

   'The same for me,' Aunt Lila said.

   'Omigosh mummy,' I exclaimed, feigning ignorance, 'since when have you
started drinking whisky?'

   'Your mummy has changed a lot since that afternoon when you two had
your...er...er disagreement,' daddy laughed, 'she is a swinger now.'

   'I'd love to swing with her,' jiju murmured but loud enough for all to
hear his remark distinctly.

   Mummy looked sharply at him.  Jiju winked at her, grinning unashamedly.
Suddenly, mummy's face softened.  She blushed, lowering her eyes.

   'Mama, are you a swinger too,' jijaji asked aunt Lila.

   Aunt Lila's face turned red but did not reply.  'Of course she is, Seema
and Lila are best friends,' uncle Romesh chuckled.

   'We both will also have scotch and soda, right Romesh?' daddy told
Shanti.

   'You know what we drink,' jijaji said, dismissing the maids.

   Daddy and uncle Romesh stared at their swinging hips as they walked
away.

   'Wait,' jiju said, as the girls reached the door, 'you both serve the
drinks and tell Kanchi and Tulsi to bring the goodies.'

   'Goodies' was the code word.  It signaled that Mr.  Chairman has decided
that the "real" party was on.

   'Daddy, come sit here with Rashmi and Sarit,' Madhu didi said,
dislodging daddy from his seat and she and I sandwiched uncle Romesh
between us on the sofa, 'Adi and I will look after uncle Romesh.'

   As if on cue, the four maids entered the room with laden trays but
naked.

   'WOW,' uncle Romesh exclaimed, 'they are so pretty.'

   Madhu didi and I did not fail to notice uncle Romesh's crotch get bigger
and bigger as he ogled the dancing tits and shaven choots of the maids.

   Across the room Sarit, grabbing daddy's crotch, giggled, 'Ooo, uncle our
maids have made you hard.' Daddy was not one to dally; he immediately
started to squeeze Rashmi didi's and Sarit's tits.

   'Sarita, are your boobs really so large?' daddy asked.

   'See for yourself,' Satit giggled, undoing her buttons and letting her
huge boobs swing free.

   Sarit was not wearing a bra.  Trust Sarit to be appropriately undressed
for all eventualities.

   'Gosh!  They are for real,' uncle Romesh exclaimed, staring at Sarit's
mountains, 'I wonder how she manages those big boobs without a bra?'

   'Uncle, I bet you thousand bucks that she is not wearing panties
either,' Madhu didi giggled.

   'No panties!  I don't believe you,' uncle Romesh said, coming to Sarit's
defense, 'I'll take that bet.'

   'Uncle don't, you'll lose,' I warned, 'If Sarit smells sex in the air
then she is ready for all cummers.'

   Within minutes Sarit was naked and pulling out daddy's hard on impaled
herself on it while Rashmi didi still struggled to get out of her panties.
'See, what did I tell you,' I laughed.

   'You were right, I have lost,' uncle Romesh conceded, 'you'll get the
cheque tomorrow.'

   'We don't want your cheque, just give us this,' Madhu didi said,
grabbing uncle's cock.

   Uncle Romesh pushed Madhu didi onto the floor and started to fuck her
with slow measured strokes.

   In the meanwhile, mummy, taking a long swig from her glass, asked,
'Lila, what do you say, shall we also have some fun?' glancing meaningfully
at the boys

   'Gosh no, not with our sons in law,' Lila aunt replied.

   'Lila, look at it my way.  Our husbands have to satisfy four horny young
girls whereas four virile young men are waiting to fuck the two of us
silly.'

   I wondered how aunt Lila would react.  I didn't have to wait long for
her response.

   'What a sexy thought,' she replied, getting up and started to unwrap her
sari, 'Abhi, where shall I hang my clothes?'

   'On the floor, dear mother in law, on the floor,' jijaji chuckled.

   The boys undressed quickly and approached their respective mother in
law, with their cocks in readiness.

   'Which of you two want to be first?' mummy asked, giggling.

   'What do you mean first?' jiju laughed, 'We both will fuck you
together.'

   At that moment I heard Tulsi scream, 'AUR HUM KO KAUN CHODEGA?  (AND WHO
IS GOING TO FUCK US?)'

   'Main tumhain chodunga (I will fuck you),' Hemu replied, entering naked
sporting a huge erection.

   'Omigosh, Kanchi was right.  Hemu was really very well hung,' I thought.


   'Gosh Seema, your boy is really big,' aunt Lila said to mummy, 'Send him
over to my house someday.'

   'I will,' mummy laughed, 'but let us deal with these four first.'

   'WOW,' Tulsi exclaimed, jumping with joy, then remembering her orders,
pleaded, 'Please sir, may we?'

   'I hope jiju doesn't break their hearts by saying no,' I said to myself.


   With his naked mother in law in his arms jiju was magnanimous.  'Go on
girls have fun,' he grinned, laying mummy on the floor.

   Yelling with joy all four of them closed on Hemu.  'Pahele kaun
chuwayega?  (Who wants to be fucked first?),' Hemu inquired.

   'Fuck Basanti first.  She is the oldest, then Shanti followed by Kanchi
and me,' Tulsi replied.

   'Matters little to me because I am going to fuck all four of you,' Hemu
said, pushing his rod into Basanti's cunt.

   'Mummy, lie on top of me,' jiju said, pulling mummy on top of him and
inserting his cock into her cunt, 'and Shamit will take you in the
asshole.'

   'I am ready,' she replied, 'Shamit, please be gentle.'

   'Of course, mother in law,' Shamit replied, banging the full length of
his cock into her asshole in one stroke.

   'AAAAAAYYYYYYIIIIEEEEE,' mummy screamed, 'YOU RASCAL I TOLD YOU TO BE
GENTLE.' Shamit laughed and started to pump her butt hole.

   'Let us do the same, I love a double fuck,' aunt Lila said, getting on
top of jijaji.

   'Do you want me to be gentle also,' Amit inquired but before she could
reply Amit rammed his hard on into her rear hole.

   'AAAAYYYYIIIIEEEEE,' aunt Lila screamed, 'God!  I love pain.  Amit don't
spare my asshole, fuck it as hard as you can.'

   Uncle Romesh was still fucking Madhu didi with long slow strokes. 
'UNCLE, FUCK FASTER,' she shouted but uncle was unmoved and continued as
before.

   'UNCLE, I AM NEARLY THERE,' I heard Sarit scream, jumping up and down on
daddy's cock, 'OH GOD I AMMM COMMIIIINNNGGG,' and stopped, gasping for
breath.

   'SARITA, GO ON.  DON'T STOP.  I HAVE NOT YET FINISHED,' daddy shouted.

   'I can't do it anymore,' Sarit panted, getting up, 'Rashmi didi will
make you cum.' Without waiting Rashmi didi started to ride him.

   I turned my attention to Hemu.  Hemu having fucked Basanti wanted to
fuck Shanti but she wouldn't let him.

   'Ah, she is up to her old tricks,' I thought.

   'DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME,' she screamed, 'LET GO OF MY TITS, YOU
RASCAL.'

   'What is with her?  Hemu asked, surprised.

   'She loves to be raped,' Kanchi explained.

   'Is that so?' Hemu replied, grappling with Shanti.

   I was surprised to see that Shanti was able to foil every attempt Hemu
made to get on top of her.

   'Kanchi, Tulsi hold her down otherwise your turn will not come till
morning,' Basanti suggested.  Kanchi and Tulsi pinned Shanti down promptly.


   Hemu caught Shanti's ankles and pressed her legs to her breasts.

   'STOP, YOU ROGUE, DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT BIG THING INSIDE MY VIRGIN
CUNT.  YOU'LL HURT ME,' Shanti screamed.

   Hemu grinned wickedly and rammed his cock inside her with a powerful
push.

   'AAAAAYYYYIIIIEEEEE,' Shanti yelled, as if in pain.

   Hemu was taken aback by her reaction.  'Gosh, was she really a virgin?'
he asked Basanti.

   'Of course not.  This the fifth time she has lost her cherry.  Just fuck
her,' Basanti grinned.

   'Oh Hemu, your cock feels so nice,' Shanti moaned as Hemu started the
fuck motion.

   The room was filled with moans of pleasure.  'Omigosh, this scene would
even put a roman orgy to shame,' I muttered softly.

   'Adi, stop day dreaming,' I heard Madhu didi say, 'Uncle is ready for
your choot.'

   At around ten we took a break to eat dinner.

   'Hemu was this your first fuck?' jiju asked.

   'Naw, my little Johnny is quite popular among the girls in college,'
Hemu replied with a broad grin.

   'Little Johnny, my foot!' Sarit said, sarcastically, 'If it was any
longer then it would be taller than the Qutab Minar.'

   'How many girls have you fucked?' jijaji asked.

   'Two in school and four in college,' Hemu replied.

   'Why don't you invite them to one of our parties?  Shamit suggested.

   'I would like to,' Hemu replied, 'They may not want to come but let me
see how things develop.'

   After dinner the party continued...

   'Thank you dears,' mummy said, in the morning, preparing to leave, 'I
enjoyed myself thoroughly.'

   'Mummy, go after breakfast,' I suggested, 'by then the boys will ready
again.'

   'Darling, I would love to stay but my choot is sore and my asshole
hurts. We'll come again,' she replied and waking Hemu added, 'Come son, it
is time to go home.'

   'Mummy, jaldi kya hai?  Abhi tau maine inn haraamzaadiyon ki gaand nahin
maari (Mummy, what is the hurry?  I have yet to fuck these bitches in their
asshole),' Hemu replied.

   'Inki gaand kissi aur din maar lena.  Ab ghar jaane ka time hai (You can
fuck their asshole some other day.  It is time to go home now),' mummy
replied, pulling a reluctant Hemu behind her.

   After they had left we were happy that all had gone well.

   Couple of days later I saw Rashmi didi and Sarit all dolled up.  'Where
are you two going?  I asked.

   'Mama rang up and wanted us to come over,' Rashmi didi replied.

   'Don't wait for us for dinner, we might be quite late,' Sarit grinned
and waving her hand left.

   'They seemed in hurry to leave,' Amit commented.

   'Yeah, I think I smell a rat,' jijaji said, agreeing with him.  The
matter was soon forgotten.

   At around eight that evening, we were surprised by the arrival of mummy,
daddy and uncle Romesh.

   'Where are the others?' jiju asked.

   'Romesh will tell you,' daddy replied.

   'When I returned from office I found Lila and the girls in Hemu's arms,'
Romesh uncle replied.

   'Abhi, Hemu is the name of the rat you smelled,' Shamit chuckled.

   'Hemu, require help?' I asked.

   'No thank you, I have things well under control,' Hemu replied.

   'He is right.  Why don't you go over to Rashmi's house and fuck those
maids you were ogling the other night,' Lila said.

   'I then rounded up Seema and Ravi and here we are,' Romesh uncle said,
'Where are your pretty maids?'

   'We are here,' the maids replied, entering the room.

   'Ravi, let's sit down and watch them undress,' Romesh uncle said.

   When they were seated comfortably uncle Romesh said, 'My dears, now take
of your clothes slowly and show us your pretty choots.'

   The men zeroed on mummy.  'Today must be my lucky day, I have all four
of you to myself,' mummy giggled, starting to undress.

   Soon Romesh uncle and daddy were fucking Kanchi and Tulsi respectively
and mummy was riding jiju.

   The doorbell rang and I went to open the door.  'Look who is here?  I
yelled, as aunt Lila, Rashmi didi and Sarit trouped in followed by Hemu.

   'What are you doing here?' mummy asked, between strokes.

   'Poor Hemu was fucked out so we decided to catch some action here,' aunt
Lila announced.

   'That was an hour ago, I am ready again,' Hemu said, brandishing his
huge erection, 'Basanti bring your gaand to me.'

   Basanti complied gleefully and in a trice Hemu penetrated her butt hole.

   'Sarit, what do you think of Hemu,' I asked, watching Hemu's cock go in
and out of Basanti's gaand.

   'Wah!  Kya laurda hai (Gosh!  What a cock),' Sarit giggled.

   'For the first time in my life I wish that Hemu was not my brother,'
Madhu didi said.

   'It is not fair that everyone gets to enjoy Hemu's big cock except
mummy, Madhu didi and me,' I complained.

   'Amit, she has a point,' Shamit said, 'we must to do some thing about
it.'

   'Waal, we will have to invite chachu to our next party,' Amit chuckled.

   'Why not mama and papa also, maybe they will bring the two maids, they
offered earlier, with them,' Shamit laughed.

   'Why only two?  Why not a dozen or more?' jijaji chuckled.

   'You men are incorrigible,' Madhu didi said, 'now you want to fuck a
dozen or more virgins.'

   'Let them,' Sarit said, coming to their defense, 'someday somebody is
going to fuck those girls, then why shouldn't our men do it?'

   'Why not?  After all, it's a man's world,' I giggled.

   The end

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