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 KALA, THE SINGLE MOTHER

   by Sahebji

   My name is Sahebji.  I am a commercial artist by profession.  I am 6
feet tall, slim and well built.  This incident took place while I was still
going out with Nisha, the little one.

   One morning I was discussing my work with a client, when a young woman
walked into his cabin with tears running down her cheeks.  Alarmed the
client asked, 'Kala what is the matter?'

   She said, 'Sir I have to go home right now.  I have just received the
news that my Ashoo is seriously sick'.

   'Of course you can go home' replied the client.

   After she left my client turned to me and said, 'Poor Kala, she is
intelligent and a very good worker but she has been dodged by bad luck all
her life.  She lost her husband six years ago even before her son Ashoo was
born and now this.  Ashoo is her whole world and if anything happens to him
then I am sure she will loose her mind'.

   I looked through the glass partition and saw that Kala was still sitting
at her desk making no effort to leave.  'Sir I think she is in shock.  If
you don't mind we can continue our discussion later.  At present Kala
requires someone to help her' I said.

   My client agreed with me and said 'Yes Sahebji, I think you are right.
She deserves all the help she can get.  I don't want to loose her'.

   I walked up to her 'Come Kala I will take you where ever you want'.  She
just looked up blankly at me.  There was no time to reason with her.  I
grabbed her by her arm and picking up her purse pushed her out of the
office.

   Once in the car I asked her, 'Kala where is your son?  Her mind was
blank but after some coaxing she told me the name and address of Ashoo's
school.  While driving to the school I looked at her more carefully.  She
looked very sensuous and desirable.  She was in her late twenties, very
pretty, big boobs with an excellent figure.

   When we reached the school she ran to the principal's office.  Ashoo was
lying on a sofa groaning.  It seemed he was in acute pain.  Kala ran to him
and started to cry.  I asked the principal, 'Ma'am what happened'.

   'In the morning Ashoo complained of a stomachache.  The school nurse
gave him some medicine.  The pain did not abate but got worse.  I then
called up Mrs.  Kala.  He has been like this for the last ten minutes' she
replied.  Ashoo looked serious.  There was no time to waste.  I picked
Ashoo up and drove him to the nearest emergency.

   While the doctors were examining Ashoo a nurse came to collect some
details.  After inquiring about Ashoo's present illness and past history
she asked for his father's name.  Kala did not respond immediately then she
said, 'Won't the mother's name do?'

   'I am sorry ma'am it is government regulation.  We must have the
father's name' was the response of the nurse.  Kala still hesitated.

   I said, 'The father's name is Saheb Sahebji'.  Satisfied the nurse left.


   Kala stared unbelievingly at me and said, 'Why did you give your name to
the nurse?'

   I said, 'You seemed lost and it was important that Ashoo got immediate
attention so I gave the nurse my name.  Don't worry its nothing'.

   She continued to stare and said softly, 'You are a strange man'.

   A young doctor came and told us that Ashoo is suffering from an acute
attack of appendicitis and requires to be operated upon immediately.  For
the operation he required the 'no objection' form signed by next of kin. 
Kala exclaimed, 'Oh my poor Ashoo' and started to cry again.  I explained
to her that this was standard procedure.  There is no need to worry and to
sign the form.  She signed the form and we went into the waiting room to
wait.

   The waiting room was quite empty.  We sat in a corner away from others.
Kala kept staring at me then suddenly she said, 'Sahebji you are a good man
to have given your name to a child you don't even know'.

   I laughed and said, 'You are making a mountain out of a molehill.  Any
man would have done the same'.

   'No.  No man would have done it.  Men are usually very selfish.  I think
I owe you an explanation' she said.

   'Forget it you owe me nothing.  Just pray that Ashoo comes through this
ordeal and is all right' I told her.

   'I have hidden my sin for a long time.  This is my punishment.  May be
God will forgive me if I told you the truth' she said.

   'Really you don't have to' I said.

   'Yes I know but I want to.  Please listen' she replied.

   She started her story by saying, 'I am not a widow actually I was never
married.  This makes my Ashoo a bastard doesn't it?'.

   I wanted to stop her but she said, 'No don't interrupt me.  Just hear me
out before passing judgment.  This is all I ask for'.  I kept quiet.

   'I am not from this city.  I hail from a city far away from here.  Many
years ago when I was in college, I met Amit, Ashoo's father.  Amit was
tall, slim and handsome.  He was the son of a well to do local businessman.
I fell in love with him.  We went out on dates for several months.  During
this period Amit told me that he also loved me and wanted to marry me.  We
did some heavy necking together.  We kissed, Amit squeezed my tits and on
occasions I handled his lund (cock).  I never let him touch my choot
(cunt). That is all we did.

   One evening Amit said, 'Kala I have to go to the hostel to pick up some
important notes from a friend then we will go to the movies'.

   I did not attach any ulterior motive to this so I accompanied him.  When
we reached the hostel the friend was not there but the room was open.  'He
will be here soon let us wait' Amit said.  You know how sparsely hostel
rooms are furnished.  Papers and books were piled up on the only chair.  So
we sat down on the bed to wait.

   After some time, Amit locked the room and started to kiss me and fondle
my breasts.  Still not thinking much I did not object.  Amit got more and
more aggressive.  His hands roamed all over my body.  He started to press
and caress my choot but when he wanted to lift my sari I stopped him.

   I thought something was fishy and said, 'Amit tell me the truth.  The
story about notes was just an excuse to bring me here.  Tum mujhe yahan
chodene ke liye laye ho (You have brought me here to fuck me)'.

   'Yes Kala you are right but I love you so much.  I can't sleep at night
just thinking about you and your beautiful body.  I will die if you say no'
Amit replied.

   Frankly Sahebji I was also feeling horny.  We were in love and would
soon be married.  I did not see any harm in it.  I asked him, 'Have you
told your friend whom you were going to bring here?'

   Amit said, 'No but everyone knows that we are going together they will
assume that it is you'.

   'What are you going to tell him tomorrow?  I asked.

   'Whatever you want me to' he replied.

   'Agar tum mujhe chodena chahate ho tau vada karo ki jab woh poonche tau
kehena ki maine aane se inkaar kar diya (If you want to fuck me then
promise that when they ask you, you tell them that I refused to come here).
Remember if you even breathe a word about my being here, I will never see
you again' I told him.

   'My word of honour if they ask then I will say what you have told me' he
said.

   'Don't worry they will ask.  Have you got any protection?' I said.

   'Yes, yes I have' he said eagerly.  He had come prepared.  Then I let
him have his will.  We fucked several times that evening.  After the
initial discomfort I really enjoyed it.

   I found Amit kept his word, as there was no change in the attitude of
our friends towards me.

   There after we fucked whenever we went out together.  Not having a place
to go we did it in the car and sometimes in a secluded spot near the woods
outside the city.  It was not comfortable and the fear of being discovered
robbed us of half the pleasure.

   I told Amit if he wants to continue fucking me then he has to find a
safer place.  One evening Amit told me that he had found a nice place,
which is comfortable and safe.  'It is the Inspection bungalow few miles
outside the town.  I have told the caretaker that we are newly weds but
live in a joint family.  Our flat is small and we are unable to have
privacy.  He has agreed to let us use one of the rooms when no other guest
is there.  Naturally some money helped' he clarified and laughed.

   After that day we went there regularly.  We not only fucked but also
sixty-nined and I let Amit fuck me in my ass hole.  I reminded Amit about
our marriage.  He said, 'Darling let me graduate first'.  What he said made
sense so I did not press him.

   Three months after he had graduated I reminded him again.  He said, 'In
a weeks time I am going on a two week holiday with my family.  I will talk
to my parents then'.  I waited.  After the holiday I asked him again.  He
said, 'Kala I have been thinking.  What if my parents say no?  Then how
will we live?  I thought it was best to wait till I get a job'.  This also
made sense.

   We kept meeting and Amit continued to fuck me.  After a few months he
got a job.  On reminding him again he said, 'Kala darling my job is still
new and my pay is low.  After marriage I want to support you in style.  In
six months I will be confirmed and get a substantial raise then I promise I
will definitely talk to my parents'.  I thought, since I had waited so long
another six months would not be the end of the world.

   Six months also went by.  One evening he told me that he had been
confirmed in his job and had got the promised raise.  He also told me that
his company was sending him abroad for three months training and as soon as
he came back he would talk to his parents.

   Three months later we were again at the inspection bungalow.  We were
both very keen to fuck.  Amit was very eager and impatient.  As Amit got
ready to enter me I noticed he was not wearing a condom.

   'No Amit no not without protection' I told him.

   He said, 'Darling in my eagerness and impatience to be with you, I
forgot to buy condoms'.

   'No protection no chudai (fucking)' I said.

   Amit begged and begged me.  Sahebji my choot had also been fasting for
the last three months and I wanted to fuck as much as he did.  In the end I
relented.  Amit fucked me four times that evening.  Sahebji I tell you I
had seldom enjoyed a fuck as much as I did that day.

   Within a fortnight the result of our indiscretion was before me.  I was
pregnant.

   Immediately I met with Amit.  Amit wanted to go to the inspection
bungalow but I told him that I wanted to talk to him first.  So we parked
in a deserted side lane.

   Then I told him the bad news.  I was shocked at his reaction.

   He said, 'It is impossible.  It can't be mine.  I have always been
careful.  Kala you have definitely been fucking some one else in my
absence'.

   'Have you forgotten that when you returned from your training, in you
eagerness and impatience you forgot to buy condoms.  Yaad hai maine chudai
ke liye bahut mana kara tha.  Maine kaha tha agar kuch karna hee hai tau
meri gaand maar lo lakin meri choot main laurda mat dalo.  Nahin tumhari
zid tau choot chodene ki thi (Remember I had refused to let you fuck me.  I
told you if you have to do anything then fuck my ass hole but don't put
your cock in my cunt.  No you were adamant to fuck my cunt).  Now that the
fruits of you forgetfulness and impatience are before you, you have the
gall to say that I have been fucking some one else.  How dare you accuse me
of such a thing?' I told him seething with anger.

   Amit apologised, 'Kala I am extremely sorry.  I did not realise what I
was saying.  Now there is only one course left.  You must abort the child'.


   I refused point blank.  I said, 'Under no circumstances will I abort the
child.  You are right there is only one course left and that is you talk to
your parents and marry me'.

   'No I can't do that.  They will kill me' he wailed.  'Why should they do
that?  I am beautiful, educated and from a respectable family'.

   'It is not that.  I should have told you much earlier but I was afraid
to lose you.  You see I am already married'.

   I was aghast.

   I asked him, 'When did you get married?' He said, 'Remember when I told
you I was going on a holiday with the family.  Actually I went on my
honeymoon'.  I was livid.

   Something kept nagging at the back of my mind.  Then I got it.  I asked,
'Amit agar tumhari shadi ho gayi hai tau tum jab vaapis aaye tau tum mujhe
chodene ko kyon aaye apni biwi ko kyon nahin choda (Amit tell me if you
were already married then on your return why did you come panting to fuck
me and did not fuck your wife?

   Main apni biwi ko nahin chod sakta tha kyon ki usske do hafte pahele
bachcha hua tha (I could not fuck my wife as she had given birth to a baby
two weeks ago)' was his reply.

   I lost my cool and shouted at him, 'You despicable bastard.  Amit you
are a spineless weak-kneed son of a bitch.  I don't want anything more to
do with you.  Take me home immediately'.

   Amit kept pleading that everything would be as before between us.  All I
had to do was to get rid of the baby.  I got fed up of his sniveling and
said, 'I will see you in hell first before I let you touch me again' and
got out of the car.  He shouted after me that if I tell anyone then he
would deny everything.

   In the days that followed I had a lot of thinking to do.  I explored my
options.

   The first was that I could go to his parents and confront them with the
facts.  Amit would naturally deny everything.  My only witness was the
caretaker at the inspection bungalow but he had been bought once and he
could be bought again.  Amit had enough money.  I came to the conclusion
that other than being insulted and labeled a slut nothing more would come
out of it.

   Second option was that I could commit suicide.  No I was too much of a
coward to do that.

   Third was I could have an abortion.  Destroy a life?  No I couldn't do
that either.  Only course left to me was to go ahead and have the baby.

   Few days later I told everything to my parents.  Poor dears they were
crestfallen but supportive.  Sahebji my parents were popular and well
respected in the community but when my pregnancy started to show people
started to avoid them.  They could not bear it too long.  When Ashoo was
one year old they both died within two months of each other.

   I sold the house and all other assets for whatever I could get and came
here.  I bought a small house and started a new life.  Now I am quite
happy. I have a good job with terrific colleagues and an understanding
boss.

   'Well this is my story.  Sahebji what is your judgement' she concluded.

   'Who am I to sit in judgement?  You met the wrong man and had a bad
experience.  You have done well to put it behind you but remember all men
are not like Amit.  The world is full of good men' I said.

   'Yes you may be right.  Meeting you has given me fresh hope' she said.

   At this moment a doctor came and said, 'Mr.  Sahebji'.  When I went up
to him he smiled and said, 'Sir your son will be fine.  There is nothing to
worry about.  You did well to bring him here so promptly otherwise....'.

   'May I see my Ashoo?' Kala cried.

   'No, not yet ma'am.  He is still in the recovery room.  I will instruct
the nurse to inform you as soon as he is shifted to the ward' he said. 
That day I remained with Kala till Ashoo had regained consciousness.

   During his stay in the hospital I kept visiting him.  On his insistence
I became a regular visitor at their house also.  Ashoo was a delightful
child.  He insisted that I continue to visit them.  I also enjoyed being
with him.  He loved his 'Sahebji uncle' also very much.

   During one such visit Ashoo said, 'Sahebji uncle why don't you have
dinner with us some evening'.  I hesitated not wanting to inconvenience
Kala.

   Ashoo said, 'Please Sahebji uncle mummy is really a good cook.  Mummy
why don't you ask him?' I looked at Kala.

   Kala nodded and said, 'Yes Sahebji please we would be happy to have
you'. I still hesitated.

   'Please Sahebji uncle say yes' Ashoo pressed.  I said,

   'Of course I will love to have dinner with you both'.

   'Yippee' was Ashoo's reaction.

   On Saturday I rang the bell at the designated time armed with a bouquet
of flowers, a large box of chocolates and a bottle of wine.  Ashoo was
delighted to get the chocolates.  We talked and played for an hour.

   Kala announced that the dinner was served and added, 'Sahebji I hope you
don't mind, we are having an early dinner as our host Ashoo wants to eat
with his Sahebji uncle'.

   'Not at all' I replied.

   The food looked good.  I said, 'Kala the food looks great.  It has been
a long time since I have eaten such delicious looking food'.

   Ashoo laughed and said, 'Dig in Sahebji uncle it tastes much better than
it looks.  Mummy is really a great cook.  Don't worry you won't get
poisoned'.

   After the delicious meal Kala said, 'Sahebji you smoke your cigarette
and in the meanwhile I will put Ashoo to bed' and pulled a reluctant Ashoo
behind her.

   She returned in about twenty minutes and remarked, 'Poor boy was so
sleepy that I had difficulty in getting him to change'.  We then opened the
bottle and sat chatting.  After an hour or so Kala said, ' I have a
surprise for you.  I will be right back'.

   When she came back she was dressed in a near transparent nightie.  I
could clearly see her large tits and their brown nipples.  The slit of her
clean-shaven choot was also plainly visible.  I immediately got a hard on.

   She was right I was surprised.  I asked, 'Kala w...what does this mean?'


   'This is an invitation for you to spend the night with me' she replied
calmly.

   'No, no what I mean is why are you doing this?' I asked.

   'That day you gave your name to my son.  As his father you have full
right on his mother's body' she said without turning a hair.

   'Please Kala don't do it because you feel indebted to me in any manner'
I said.

   'No, that is not the reason why I am doing this.  The moment you said
'His father's name is Saheb Sahebji' I got wet and wanted you badly.  All
this time I was waiting for the right opportunity but if you find me
unattractive......'

   'No I find you very attractive and desirable' I said interrupting her
and kissed her tenderly on her red lips.

   She smiled and said, 'It won't do for Ashoo to see what we are doing. 
It would be better if we go into the bedroom' and led the way.

   She took off her nightie and lay down on the bed and with open arms she
said, 'Sahebji please hurry up I want you inside me urgently'.

   As I was entering her she said, 'My god Sahebji you are huge.  Oh dheere
se dalo.  Lug raha hai.  Haan, ab thorda aur.  Theek hai issi terah se
dheere dheere.  Thank goodness poora ghuss gaya.  Ab mujhe zor se chodo (Oh
slowly.  It is hurting.  Yes now a little more.  That's right, like this
slowly, slowly.  Thank goodness it is fully inside.  Now fuck me hard)'.

   I started to fuck her with long and slow strokes and kept varying the
length and the speed of my strokes.  But Kala was very impatient she
shouted, 'It is so nice to feel a hard lund inside me after such a long
time.  Sahebji I want to cum in a hurry.  Fuck me faster and harder'.

   I fucked her harder.  Her bottoms started to move in rhythm of my
strokes and she moaned loudly, 'Oh it is heavenly.  I am nearly there. 
Fuck me harder.  H..yes faster.  I am there h..yes I AM COMMMMIIINNGGgg'
she cried and fell back.

   I did not stop but continued to move my cock in and out of her fuck
hole. It was not long before Kala again started to moan with pleasure.  I
increased my speed and shortened the strokes.  'My god I have never felt
like this before.  Haan aisse hee chodo.  Aur zor se haan chod kar meri
choot ka keema bana do (Yes fuck me like this.  Still harder make mince
meat out of my choot)'.  I was also not too far away.  I was now moving
like an express train.

   Kala was ecstatic, 'SAAHEEBBJIIIIII I AM COMMMMINNNNGGGgg'.  At that
very moment I shot my seed inside her waiting choot and fell panting on her
breasts.  Her lips sought mine.  We lay kissing for several minutes.

   As I lit a cigarette Kala panted, 'Sahebji you really know how to use
that big lund of yours.  I envy the girl you marry.  Someday you will make
some girl very, very happy.

   We made love several times that night.  It was only at the crack of dawn
that Kala let me go home.

   Few days later I was surprised to receive a letter from her.  In the
letter she wrote how happy she was and described all we did on that night.
She wanted me to visit her soon.

   During my next visit Kala asked, 'Did you get my letter?'

   I told her, 'Yes I got it but why did you write it?'

   'When I am very happy I want to share my happiness with some one.  I
have no real good friend so I decided to tell you how happy I was.  I hope
you don't mind?  Kala explained.

   'No I don't mind at all actually I found it nice' I said.

   One evening she said, 'Sahebji every day you give me so much pleasure
but today you relax and I will give you pleasure.  Getting down on her
knees she took my rigid cock in her mouth and started to give me a blow
job. She was good.  Soon I was moaning, 'Oh Kala it feels lovely.  You are
very good.  Just go on like this.  Don't stop.  Yes faster.  Oh, oh I am
about to come.  Yes I am COMMINGGGG and shot my load into her waiting
mouth.

   When I was erect again she said, 'Sahebji tum meri gaand marna chahoge
(Sahebji would you like to fuck me in the ass hole)'.

   'I would love to.  Have you got some Vaseline otherwise it is going to
hurt' I told her.

   She laughed and said, 'You seem to have forgotten that I have had a lund
in my gaand countless times before but I think you are right your laurda is
so big it will hurt.  Best you should use some Vaseline'.

   I applied Vaseline on her ass hole and my shaft.  As I pressed for entry
she groaned, 'My god it is hurting'.  As my cock entered her ass hole she
screamed 'OOOWWWWW'.  I then moved my cock in and out of her butt while
rubbing her clit with one hand.

   She said, 'It is lovely.  Just go on like this'.  Soon her choot was
overflowing and I filled her ass hole with my-cum.

   As I lit a cigarette Kala said, 'Tell me truthfully do you think I
should get married?'

   'Absolutely, if not for yourself but for Ashoo's sake.  Ashoo definitely
requires a father'.

   'Do you think men will still find me attractive?  Kala asked.

   'Of course.  You are not only very pretty but also very, very desirable'
I replied.  This was the end of the matter.

   We met twice a week.  She continued to write letters.  I was having a
great time.  On one hand I was fucking the lovely mature choot of Kala and
on the other hand I was screwing the unpredictable Nisha, the little one.

   Unfortunately someone up there did not like to see me so happy.

   One day I received a telephone call from Kala asking me to meet her that
evening in a coffeehouse in town.  When we had settled down she handed me a
card and said, 'Sahebji I am getting married on 17th of the next month'.

   'Congratulations I am so happy for you.  It seems Dilip has at last
popped the question' I said.

   Surprised she exclaimed, 'Who told you about Dilip?  Don't tell me that
you know him?'

   I laughed and said, 'No I don't know him.  In the recent weeks Ashoo has
been talking a lot about his Dilip uncle.  It was just a shot in the dark'.


   'You are right it is Dilip' she confirmed.

   Hesitatingly I asked, 'Are you both.....?'

   Interrupting me said, 'No of course not.  I made this mistake once I am
not about to repeat it'.

   'Have you told him about the past?' I asked.

   'Yes I have told him everything about Amit and me' she said.

   'Have you also told him about us?' I asked.

   She laughed and said, 'Here I cheated a little.  I told him every thing
about you except that we are sleeping together.  You know what Dilip said I
quote "I must meet this great man who saved the life of our son and
personally invite him to our wedding".

   This is the reason I wanted to meet you alone and apprise you of the
situation.  Promise me that you will come to our wedding'.  'I would have
liked to but another dear friend is getting married on the same day and I
have already promised to attend it'.

   She asked, 'Is it a girl?  I nodded.  'I bet tum usse bhi chod rahe hoge
(I bet you are fucking her also' she said with a naughty smile.  Not
wanting to discuss Nisha I changed the subject, 'Tell me something about
Dilip'.

   'I met Dilip about two moths ago.  He took a shine to me.  We went out
together and last week he asked me to marry him.  Dilip is a childless
widower.  Dilip is good man.  He is loving, gentle and caring.  Main thing
is that he loves Ashoo and adores me.  Ashoo also loves him dearly'.

   I asked, 'What about you?  Do you also love him?'

   'No I don't think I love him.  Deep down in my heart I think I am still
in love with Amit but I am certain that I can learn to love him' Kals said,
'Sahebji I think you are in love with this girl'.

   'Frankly I don't know myself but what I know is that I like her very,
very much.  I am going to miss her' I replied wistfully.

   'Why don't you fight for her?' Kala said.

   'I don't know whether she loves me.  She is marrying her childhood
sweetheart' I replied.

   'Can't you manage to attend both the weddings?  She asked.

   'No I can't do that.  She wants me to be the first guest to arrive but
the last one to leave.  She has also threatened to send the baraat
(Bridegroom's party) back if I don't do as she says.  She is unpredictable
and impulsive.  She is quite capable of carrying out her threat'.  I
clarified.  We chatted for another ten minutes or so before I took my
leave.

   When in the car I thought this was the end of Kala's choot.  Both Kala
and Nisha are getting married.  My thoughts went back to Nisha's last
visit.

   Nisha walked into the flat and as usual walked straight into the bedroom
and started to undress.  I could see that she was looking very happy. 
'What has happened little one you look very happy today' I asked.

   'Batauingi lakin pahele mujhe chodo (I will tell you but first fuck me)'
she said and spread her legs invitingly.  I could never resist her.  We
fucked.

   As I lay smoking Nisha was busy kissing and sucking my cock.  I repeated
my question.  With my cock in her mouth she said, 'M...m ...m' and gestured
with her hand to wait.  Soon she had my cock erect again.  She climbed on
top of me and inserted it in her choot.

   Then she dropped the bombshell.

   'I am getting married on the 17th of the next month' she said moving up
and down.  I was taken by complete surprise.

   ' What?  When was this decided and who is the lucky man' I asked nearly
losing my erection.

   'His name is Mohan, my childhood sweetheart.  I will tell you more
afterwards.  Ab tum chodo main aur nahin kar sakti (Now you fuck me I can't
do it any more) she said between moans.  I turned her over and started to
fuck her.

   The first thought that came to my mind was that I am going to lose
Nisha. May be today is the last time I am going to fuck her.  This gave way
to frustration.  She must have known earlier but kept me in the dark all
this time.

   I started to bang my lund viciously in her choot.  Nisha was in throes
of pleasure, 'Oh my big one you have not fucked me like this for a long
time.  Y..hes fuck harder.  Y..hes faster.  Y..hes, y..hes I am there I
AMMMM COOOOMMMMMINGgg' she screamed in ecstasy triggering of my orgasm and
I shot my-cum into her.

   As soon as we had finished she quickly got up and started to dress. 
'Hey little one what are you doing?  You have just come.  You have yet to
tell me about your wedding plans etc.' I said and caught her.

   'Please darling let me go today.  I will answer all your questions when
I come on Friday.  Today I have to get home early.  I promised mother that
I would be back in an hour.  Mohan and his parents are coming to the house
for some ceremony or the other.  I can't be late for it otherwise my mother
will never let me out of the house again.  Be a darling and call me a cab'.


   But before she left she extracted my promise to attend her wedding. 
'You have to be the first guest to arrive and leave only after I have left
with Mohan otherwise I will send the baraat (Bridegroom's party) back' she
threatened.

   This is all I knew when Kala called me.

   On Friday as promised Nisha was back.  As usual she was impatient to
fuck.  'Not yet my little one first you tell me about Mohan and your
marriage.

   She took my cock in her hand and said, 'Okay.  Mohan is tall like you,
he is well built like you but he is much handsomer than you are and if his
laurda is as big as your cock then I will I be in heaven'.

   'If it is not' I asked jokingly.  'Then I will have be to be happy with
him here on earth' she said and laughed.

   'You met him for the first time only the other day and you are already
in love with him' I said.

   She laughed merrily, 'Met him for the first time?  Who told you this?  I
have known Mohan all my life and been in love with him for half of it. 
Have you forgotten that he is my childhood sweetheart'.

   Her answer came as a complete surprise to me.  'What?  I said 'You never
spoke about him in the last two years'.

   'Hum chudai kar rahe hain tau iss ka matlab yeh tau nahin ki meri koyi
bhi secret nahin hai (We are fucking this does not mean that I have no
secrets).  Haven't I been a good girl up till now?  Don't I deserve a fuck?
Just a teeny weeny one, please.  I will tell you whatever you want
afterwards.  Please' she said.

   I laughed and said, 'Sure why not'.

   After a satisfying fuck I asked her to tell me more details.

   She said, 'Mohan's father and my father were business partners,
neighbors and great friends.  Mohan's father always said that he wanted me
for his daughter in law.  He even called me bahu (daughter in law).  It was
agreed between the families that I would marry Mohan.  I was happy as I was
in love with him.

   When I was fourteen Mohan's grandpa passed away and his father, after
selling his share of the business to my father, moved to his hometown to
look after the family business.  Lady luck smiled on him.  His business
flourished and in few years he was a very rich man.  At our end my father
died.  This did not improve our finances.  At sixteen I decided that my
dream of marrying Mohan would remain a dream.  Therefore I shut Mohan out
of mind and got along with my life.

   Two weeks ago my mother gave me a letter from Mohan's father reminding
mother of the old promise and asking for my hand in marriage for Mohan.  At
first I was overjoyed.  My childhood dream was coming true but soon this
gave way to anger.  What right did Mohan have to intrude in my well-settled
and happy life?  I did not know what to do.  So I told mummy that I wanted
to think it over.

   'What was there to think over?  I asked.

   'I had to think about us and about the big one' she said kissing my
cock.

   'What conclusion did you come to?  I asked.

   'I told you already.  I decided to marry Mohan' she said.

   'No what I mean is what you thought about us and the big one?  I asked.

   'You won't understand.  You are a man.  Now do something manly for a
change and fuck me' she said.

   She refused to explain her last remark and insisted that we make love.

   She kept visiting me and on each visit she would talk to my cock.  She
would take it in her hand and say, 'You are like a bumblebee.  You love
tasting the nectar of all the flowers in the garden.  I am sorry but I have
to go but don't fret my big one I will do something for you'.

   Despite my asking her what she was talking about she would say, 'Please
keep out of this it is between the big one and me'.

   The last time she came was two days before her wedding.  While leaving
she again reminded me of my promise to attend her marriage.  I said, 'I
have been thinking.  What am I to say if someone asks me how I know you? 
'Kya main unhain bata sakta hoon ki main aapki beti ko do saal se chod raha
hoon (Can I tell them that I been fucking your daughter for the last two
years'.  'Personally I would not mind it but you can't say that they will
have a heart attack.  Just tell them that you are a friend of Cassie and
she has invited you' she said.

   'Cassie?  Who is Cassie?' I asked.

   'You don't know her?  When I shook my head she added, 'She is my best
friend'.

   'See you day after tomorrow.  Byee' she said and left.

   As promised at five sharp I reached Nisha's house.  I was the first
guest to arrive actually I was so early that arrangements for the wedding
were still not complete.  I stood out like a sore thumb.

   An elderly gentleman approached me, 'I am Nisha's mama (uncle- mother's
brother).  Do I know you?'

   'No sir.  My name is Saheb Sahebji.  Cassie asked me to come' I replied.


   'Oh I see you are dear Cassie's friend' he said.  Before I could say
anything I heard Nisha shouting, 'Mamu it is all right.  He is Cassie's
guest'.  I turned around and saw Nisha running towards us with a very
pretty girl in tow.  The gentleman smiled and left us three together.

   'Thank you for coming big one' she said.  'My pleasure little one. 
Won't you introduce me to my lovely host?  I asked smiling.

   'Of course.  The main reason I called you so early was to meet her. 
This is my best friend Cassie and Cassie this is the big one' she said.

   I looked at Cassie.  She was a real beauty.  She was much prettier than
Nisha.  She was 5'6" tall and had short bobbed hair that suited her longish
face.  Her boobs were of the right size for her tall slim body.  She had a
marvelous figure.  'Pleased to meet you.  My name is Saheb Sahebji' I said.


   I was not prepared for her reaction.  Cassie's face became pale and then
red and she stammered, 'S..  Sa..  Sahebji'.  Nisha laughed at her
discomfort and said, 'Yes my dear the very same Saheb Sahebji, my big one'.


   Slightly irritated I asked, 'What are you two girls talking about?'

   'I will tell you' Nisha said.

   'Please Nisha don't I beg of you' Cassie pleaded.

   Nisha said, 'Inhain kuch dinau main tau pata lag hee jayega (He will
find out in a few days anyway'.

   'Inhain kaisse pata chalega?  Cassie countered.

   'Jab big one tujhe chodega (When the big one fucks you)' Nisha replied
laughing.

   Hearing Nisha talk about my fucking Cassie I got a hard on.  It would
really be nice if I could get to stick my cock into Cassie.  I listened to
them with a big bulge in my trousers.

   Cassie said, 'Kaun keheta hai ki big one mujhe chodega?  (Who says that
the big one will fuck me?)'

   Nisha pointing to herself said, 'Main keheti hoon.  Then pointing to my
big bulge 'big one bhi chahata hai (Big one also wants to)'.  Cassie looked
at my bulge and blushed.  'Aur hum dono ki shadi ke baad big one ko chodene
ke liye bhi tau koyi choot chahiye (And the big one will need a cunt to
fuck after we both are married'.

   Cassie said, 'Both?  You and who else?'

   With a straight face Nisha replied, 'Kala aur main (Kala and me)'.

   Kala's name brought me out of my dream world, shocked I said, 'What do
you know about Kala?'

   Cassie asked, 'Now who is this Kala and what has she to do with this
all?'

   Nisha turned to me and snapped, 'Everything!  More than you can imagine'
then turning to Cassie she said, 'Kala is some girl big one was fucking on
the side since last one year and the problem is that she is also getting
married today'.

   Cassie was shocked, 'You knew Sahebji was screwing another girl and you
still went to him.  You must be mad'.

   'Yes I am mad.  When I found out about Kala I checked the big one out he
looked the same, tasted the same and felt the same.  Kala was not taking
anything away from me.  I didn't own him but I liked being with the big one
so I went to him again and again'.

   'So this is what she was doing that day' I thought.

   'How did you find out about Kala?' Cassie asked.

   'I read her letters' Nisha replied without batting an eye.

   Cassie said, 'What?  You read his private correspondence?  Shame on you
Nisha'.

   With tears in her eyes Nisha said, 'You say nothing when he lures me to
his flat, takes my virginity and fucks me day in and day out making my
sweet little choot as big as a railway tunnel but when I read his lousy
letters you reprimand me'.

   Cassie said, 'Now Nisha that is not fair.  You told me that you forced
Sahebji to take you to his flat.  It was you who begged him to deflower
you. You went back to him time and again to get fucked on your own free
will.  If your choot is now as big as a railway tunnel then you have
yourself to blame for it'.

   'Okay, my mother you are right but this is no time to get too technical
about it' Nisha said and laughed.  Her tears disappeared as quickly as they
had appeared.

   Then turning to me Nisha said, 'Big one believe me when I found out
about Kala I was very unhappy.  You made me cry for three whole nights.  I
had planned to marry you but then I realized that the big one likes to
taste the nectar of all the flowers in the garden and is not satisfied with
just one.  Once married to you I could not have tolerated sharing you with
anyone else.  I wanted you to be happy.  Therefore when Mohan's proposal
came I agreed to marry him'.

   Thinking back I remembered her mumbling about bumblebee etc.

   'Darling Cassie you have told me hundreds of time how you missed fucking
that is why I am telling you to get together with him.  You will enjoy his
big lund it make you feel like a virgin again.  You also want to get
married.  The big one is very lucky.  See he fucked Kala and me and we both
are getting married.  I am serious.  I have your best interests at heart. I
am not only your best friend but we are also sisters in a sense as we both
lost our virginity in the same bed'.

   This was not true.  Blaming me for screwing Kala I could take, as it was
true but Cassie no way was I going to be the fall guy.  'Hey back off
little one, main Cassie se aaj paheli baar mila hoon.  Maine isski choot
nahin phardi (I have met Cassie today for the first time.  I did not take
her virginity' I protested.

   Nisha laughed and said, 'Of course we know you didn't do it.  Do you
remember having lent your flat to your friend Ramu?'

   'Yes I remember but what has Cassie got to do with it' I asked
perplexed.

   Nisha giggled, 'Everything.  You see Cassie was the girl Ramu took to
your flat'.

   Things were getting clearer.  I looked at Cassie.  She was blushing
prettily.

   'Nisha tell me out of all the men in this world, what stroke of fate
brought you and Sahebj together?  Cassie asked changing the subject.

   Nisha replied grandly, 'What has fate got to do with it?  Nisha makes
her own kismet.  My dear it was all planned.  Three months after you left
town I rang up the telephone number you had given to me and asked to talk
to Ramu...'

   'B..b..but you knew that Ramu was not in town'.  'Of course I knew.  I
was curious to find out what kind of man would let his friend take the
virginity of my best friend and then leave her.  We had a long chat.  I
found him very interesting.  I met him.  You already know what happened
afterwards.  The only thing I had not planned on was loosing my virginity
but on that fateful afternoon my curiosity took over and when I came back
to my senses I was no longer a virgin.  I enjoyed what had happened and
decided to make the best of it.  I have no regrets.  Enough talk about the
past.  Big one, talk to Cassie.  I am sure you would love to stick your big
laurda into Cassie's choot.  She also loves to fuck'.

   Before we could say a word Nisha looked at her watch and said, 'Friends
I must fly.  I have to shower and get ready.  Cassie please come in soon
and help me get dressed' and left.  She stopped half way and shouted,
'Cassie, think over my proposal.  Another thing I will teach you how to
cook 'tandoori murgha' you will love it.  See you' and was gone.

   Left alone Cassie said, 'What did she mean by cooking tandoori murgha?'

   'It would be better if you ask her to explain' I replied solemnly. 
Cassie wanted to know the latest news about Ramu.  We chatted about Ramu
till she had to go to help Nisha.

   Two hours later Nisha came out all decked up.  She was looking
devastatingly beautiful.  I couldn't take my eyes off her.  'She is looking
very pretty isn't she?' I heard Cassie say.

   'Yes ravishingly beautiful, ravishingly beautiful' I sighed.

   'I hope Nisha will be happy' I said.

   Cassie said, 'Sahebji don't worry about her.  She will be happy.  Nisha
has the ability to shut her mind to anything unpleasant and continue to
enjoy what she likes.  I have also met Mohan several times.  Mohan is a
good man and madly in love with Nisha.  He will make sure that she is
happy. So don't worry'.

   Marriage ceremony over, Nisha was saying goodbye to her family. 
Suddenly she saw Cassie and me standing in the background.  She ran to
Cassie and embraced her.  Both cried.  Then she embraced me and whispered
it my ear, 'Goodbye big one.  It was lovely as long as it lasted.  Go after
Cassie, I know she wants you and don't you forget that her ass hole cherry
is still intact'.  Before I could utter a single word she had left with
Mohan.

   'May I drop you home?  I asked Cassie.

   When we were in the car Cassie asked, 'What was Nisha whispering?' I
laughed,

   'You know her.  The same theme of the evening'.

   Would you like to know if Cassie and I get together?  Yes?  Then read
'Taming of Roma'.  Coming soon on this site.

   Hi readers did you enjoy this episode about how my relationship with
Nisha came to an end?  Yes?  No?  Write and tell me at sahebji70@yahoo.com.
I would love to hear from you.  I am waiting.  Thanks.  Take care.  Sahebji


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