MY EARLY LIFE AND LOVES

(Part 1)

By Sahebji

‘The Estate’ had been in our family for centuries. It was very large. It extended 
from the horizon on one side and where the sky meets the earth on the other and 
then some more. Several rivers and streams flowed through it. 

It comprised of approximately 90 to100 villages, situated on the banks of these 
rivers and streams. The soil was very fertile. ‘The Estate’ was self sufficient in 
almost everything. It had schools, hospitals, infirmaries, fire stations, police force 
etc. 

I was born on ‘The Estate’ on a chilly February afternoon at 5.19 p.m. My mother, 
Durga Devi, was the youngest wife of Mr. Jamshed Shamsher Singhji, the eldest 
son of Rai Bahadur Shamsher Raajbir Singhji, my grandfather. I was christened 
Raajbir Jamshed Singhji, after my great grand father, but everyone calls me 
Saheb Sahebji.

My mother told me the story how I came to be called Saheb Sahebji.

“When I was born,” she said, “your grandfather ordered Lachcho, his favorite 
maid, ‘Lachcho, take sahib ji (sahib - sir and ji is added for respect) with you and 
take care of him’.” 

She took care of you and brought you to me at feed times. In the evenings when 
your grandfather, after finishing his work, used to relax with his family he would 
say daily without fail, “Laccho, sahib ji kahan hai? (Where is sahib ji?)” 

Lachcho would post haste bring you to him, saying, “Sahib, sahib ji aa gaye hain 
(Sahib, sahib ji has come).” 

We got so used to hearing ‘sahib sahibji’ and somehow everyone started calling 
you also Sahib Sahibji. Over the years the name got distorted to Saheb Sahebji. 
When your father was enrolling you in the school he couldn’t recollect your real 
name and wrote your name as Saheb Sahebji in the school register. 

When I was born my grandfather was at the head of ‘The Estate’. After his death 
my father jointly with his two brothers, Mr. Ranbir Shamsher Singhji and Mr. 
Randhir Shamsher Singhji inherited it. My father being the eldest was in charge. 

My uncles assisted him in running ‘The Estate’ but my father’s word was law. Out 
of respect everyone addressed him as Rajaji, even the children. The business of 
‘The Estate’ was to grow different crops on its fertile lands and rear farm animals 
and their produce for sale.

Rajaji ruled ‘The Estate’ with an iron hand. ‘The Estate’ had several laws. Most of 
the laws were draconian and had remained unchanged for centuries. The first 
and most important law was that the ‘cherry’ of all the virgins belonged to the 
head of ‘The Estate’ i.e. my father. 

My father loved his brothers and shared the virgins, though not equally, with 
them. I think it depended on their supply. From the day my grandfather died my 
father hardly ever spent a night with his wives. 

All women on the estate married or otherwise belonged to the family. A member 
of the family, who was twenty-one years of age and above (known as seniors) 
could summon any women to his bed. She had to obey the summons of a senior 
or be punished. The punishment was harsh but fair. 

The other important law was that you will only screw your legal wedded wife. 
Adultery and premarital sex was punishable offence. 

To illustrate, I’ll narrate an incident. A man and a woman were caught fucking. 
Both were married but not to each other. They were produced before my father. 
My father was prosecutor, jury and judge. Everyone loved my father. They 
accepted his verdict because he was fair.

All family members and villagers from the neighboring villages were ordered to 
attend the punishment. Even I had to attend it although I was only eight. The man 
was publicly flogged within an inch of his life for touching a woman who did not 
belong to him. The woman’s fate was worse. 

Father had four big ferocious dogs. They obeyed him and no one else. They lay 
at his feet all the time and on a command from my father they could tear a 
person apart in flat two minutes. 

The woman was publicly stripped and made to kneel on all fours. Then the four 
dogs fucked her till she nearly died. “If you behave like a bitch then you’ll be 
treated like a bitch,” my father said while sentencing her.

“Let this be a lesson to all,” my father said after the sentence had been carried 
out, “have sex after you are married and then only with your legal partner.” 

Since then, I understand, no case of adultery has been reported.

There were many other such draconian laws. I could go on and on but that would 
serve no purpose. 

The family consisted of my father and his three wives, my uncle Ranbir and his 
two wives and uncle Randhir and his three wives. I was the youngest of the 
thirty-six children.   

The family resided in the ‘Kothi’ (house). It was called a house but it was a large 
four-storied mansion with over a hundred rooms and vast gardens and lawns. 
Attached to it was a two-storied annex. The mansion along with its annex was 
situated between two streams. The family lived on the top three floors of the 
kothi. The ceremonial halls, offices, guest rooms and other public rooms were 
situated on the ground floor. 

No man was permitted in the residential quarters of the family. The maids did all 
the work and lived in the annex. There were more maids than actually required to 
do the work. It was kept this way because it suited the family. More maids meant 
more cunts to fuck. 

All girls, on ‘The Estate’, from the age of six onwards were required to wear white 
clothes. On the fourteenth birthday she, a virgin, was brought to the kothi. The 
maids of my father or uncles depending on, who was going to deflower her would 
take over. They would prepare her, i.e. give her a bath with scented soap and 
water, comb and oil her hair and shave her pubic hair, if required. All the three 
brothers had their own rooms for this purpose. At night the virgin would be led 
naked into one of these chambers. 

On the morning after she had lost her cherry she would no longer wear white but 
a yellow lahenga (a long skirt worn mostly by villagers) and nothing else. In other 
words she would be topless. The lahenga would be provided by the kothi’s 
central store maintained for this purpose only. At this time she would also learn 
the rules and regulations governing her. 

My father and my uncles were the only ones who could fuck a maid in the yellow 
brigade, as the girls in yellow lahengas were called. The virgins and maids in 
yellow were also used to entertain guests. I had seen maids from the yellow 
brigade spending nights with guests of the family but never a virgin. But I had 
heard stories that during the British times grandfather used to provide virgins to 
senior British officers, who came on an official visit to ‘The Estate’. This I 
understand was how he bought the title of ‘Rai Bahadur’ for himself.

After the yellow brigade, the maids would join the “green pool”, better known as 
“the pool”. They would wear green lahengas and their choots would be available 
to all family members above the age of twenty-one. The maids of the pool 
together with the yellow brigade were all over the kothi. To regulate the 
population of the maids the three brothers met every week or so. 

When a maid was sent back to their homes or even got married then she would 
remain in the pool unless my father chose to give her the ‘red’ status. This meant 
that in addition to my father and uncles, her husband could also fuck her and no 
one else.   

Normally the maids were sent back to their homes within six months of losing 
their cherry. If during this time they got pregnant then the pregnancy was taken 
care of in an infirmary attached to the ‘kothi’. It was ensured that the maid is not 
pregnant when she left. No maid was permitted to marry before sixteen years of 
age and then also with the express approval of my father.

There was another type of maids known as handmaidens. Handmaidens wore 
blue saris but no blouse. They could cover their boobs with the pallu (upper end 
of the sari that goes over the shoulder) of the sari. 

A big ceremony was held on the twenty-first birthday of a male member of the 
family. In the ceremony he was given two rooms with a kitchenette, a ring with 
the family crest (his license to fuck maids from ‘the pool’), a sword and a virgin of 
his choice as his personal handmaiden. He owned the handmaiden and no one 
else but he could fuck her not even my father. 

It was prohibited to indulge in any sexual activity in public but the bare tits of the 
maids were so tempting that we all, seniors and youngsters, squeezed and 
kissed them whenever we got a chance. The brave and adventurous ones 
amongst us went to the extent of lifting their lahengas and fingering their hairless 
choots. It became a sort of a game. Dares were made and bets laid. The maids 
didn’t mind and enjoyed the game. 

I recall an incident that happened when I was eleven years old. The boys and 
girls had separate common rooms. One day after lunch six seniors, two fifteen 
year olds and three of my cousins of my age and I were in the boy’s common 
room. We, eleven year olds, were playing ‘chowpard’, a game not very different 
to Ludo, the fifteen year olds were lolling around and the seniors were in a 
huddle discussing something in whispers.

Suddenly a senior said, “So it is settled.” 

“Nothing is settled,” Ranjit, one of my stepbrothers, said. 

“Tai tau ho gaya hai. Jo paheli aurat iss kamare main gussegi usse Ranjit 
chodega (It has been decided. Ranjit will fuck the first woman who enters the 
room),” third senior said. 

There was chorus of ayes. 

“What happens if chachi or his mother (aunt – wife of father’s younger brother) 
enters the room first?” a senior, chuckled. 

“Tau Ranjit chachi ko chodega (Then Ranjit will have fuck chachi),” someone 
said and they all laughed. 

“No, I never agreed to that,” Ranjit protested. 

They went into a huddle again. “Okay. Ranjit will fuck the first maid who enters 
the room,” the first senior proclaimed. 

“Agreed,” Ranjit said. 

“No one will help you,” another senior said. 

“Don’t worry, I can manage,” Ranjit said confidently, “but what is the bet?” 

“Agar tu haar gaya tau tu apni londi ko ek ek raat ke liye hum sab ke pass 
bhejega (If you lose then your handmaiden will spend a night with each of us),” 
the second senior said. 

“Agar main jeet haya tau phir main tumhaari londiyon ko chodunga (If I win then 
I’ll fuck your handmaidens),” Ranjit said. 
 
They all agreed. I may state here that it was a matter of pride to fuck someone 
else’s handmaiden. 

The wait started. There was silence in the room except for the sound of rolling of 
the dice. Everyone was watching the door. An hour ticked by. Then someone 
pressed the door handle. 

“LOOK,” a senior shouted. 

All eyes turned towards the door. Even we stopped playing and looked towards 
the door. All waited with bated breath for the door to open. Door started to open. 
Suddenly we heard a young male voice say, “There you are. I have been looking 
for you all over,” and the door was pulled shut. 

“What an anti climax,” a senior laughed nervously. 

“We’ll have our fun. It is nearly four and the maids will be bringing our tea soon,” 
another senior said.

At sharp five the door opened and two maids but of yellow brigade walked in with 
trays loaded with cups and saucers. 

“Good afternoon, masters,” they said together. 

“Who are you? I haven’t seen you before,” Amrit said to the maid who had 
entered first. 

“We are both new. My name is Arti. Today is my third day in the kothi,” she said 
politely. 

“I am Sandhya. I joined the yellow brigade only this morning,” she said blushing. 

“Excuse us we’ll be back,” they said and left. 

“They both belong to the yellow brigade,” a senior said. 

“So what? A bet is a bet. Ranjit ko in main se ek ko chodna pardega (Ranjit will 
have to fuck one of them),” another senior said. 

“Ranjit will get into trouble,” second senior said. 

“He should have thought of it earlier,” third senior said. 

“Ranjit, send your handmaiden to me tonight,” fourth senior said and they all 
laughed. 

“Not so fast. I stand by the bet. Yeh batao kissko chodoon, Arti ya Sandhya? 
(Just tell me which one I should fuck, Arti or Sandhya?)” Ranjit said. 

“Arti, she entered first,” they decided. Two minutes later the two girls returned 
with tea and biscuit etc.  

“Arti, come here,” Ranjit ordered. 

Arti came to him and said, “Yes, master.”

“Apna lahenga uttar, main tujhe chodunga (Take off your lahenga (skirt), I am 
going to fuck you),” Ranjit said. 

“Master, don’t, you’ll get into trouble,” Arti said backing away and placing her 
hands in front of her choot to protect it. 

“Let me worry about that. Take off you lahenga, I say,” Ranjit said, catching hold 
of Arti and pulling her to him. Sandhya seeing that no one was paying attention to 
her slipped out of the room. 

“No, please, my choot is reserved for Rajaji and his brothers. If you fuck me then 
we’ll both get into big trouble,” Arti protested. 

Ranjit caught hold of Arti and tried to open the string of her lahenga. Arti fought 
back. Everyone was watching this unequal struggle. We youngsters left our 
game to watch also. 

Ranjit couldn’t undress Arti. He pressed her down on the thick carpet and raising 
her lahenga spread her legs wide. Then he rammed his cock into her choot and 
started to fuck her with hard and fast strokes. 

A few minutes later Arti sighed, “Oh master.” 

“Did you hear that? Arti is enjoying herself,” one of the seniors said. 

“GO ON RANJIT,” second senior shouted. 

Ranjit looked up and grinned without missing a stroke. 

Soon Arti’s hips started to move up and down. Everyone started to clap in the 
rhythm of Ranjit’s strokes and shouted, “RANJIT, AUR ZOR SE CHOD. ARTI KI 
CHOOT KA CHOD KAR KEEMA BANA DE (RANJIT, FUCK HER HARDER. 
YES, MAKE MINCE MEAT OF HER CHOOT).”

They continued to clap loudly and shouting. Then the door opened and 
Saraswati, the youngest wife of my youngest uncle, attracted by the noise 
entered. Without a word she stood watching. 

One by one the spectators saw her and fell silent. Just then with a loud grunt 
Ranjit came. He stood up and as Arti tried to get up he said, “Tu leti reh. Tum 
main se koyi isse chodega? Barda maza aaya. Isski choot bahut tight hai (You 
remain lying. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Will any of one of you like to fuck her? 
Her choot is real tight).” 

All remained silent looking past him at chachi (aunt - wife of father’s younger 
brother). 

“Why are you so quiet? You have lost that’s why. Better luck next time. Where is 
Sandhya? I bet her choot is still tighter,” he said and turned around to look for 
Sandhya. 

Then he saw chachi (aunt). Arti quickly got up and set her lahenga right. 

“What do you think you were unto?” she asked. Without replying everyone hung 
their heads.  

“Anyway this is a matter for Rajaji. Both of you follow me,” chachi said.  

All three left the room. We youngsters didn’t understand what had happened. 
One of us asked Satyabir, one of the fifteen year old, “Ranjit bhaiya Arti per 
kyoon lete huye the?  (Why was Ranjit bhaiya (elder brother) lying on Arti?”  
 
”Ranjit bhaiya Arti ko chod rahe the (Ranjit bhaiya was fucking Arti),” he replied. 

“Kyoon chod rahe the? Kya mazaa aata hai? (Why was he fucking her? Is it 
pleasurable?)” I asked. 

“Yes, many times more than masturbating,” he laughed. 

“Masturbating? What is that?” one of us asked. 

“You don’t know what is masturbating? Follow me,” he said and led us all to the 
bathroom. 

“Take out your cocks,” he said. We obeyed. 

“Now move the fore skin up and down and think of Ranjit bhaiya fucking Arti,” he 
ordered. We complied again. Soon our cocks were hard. 

“Now what?” I asked. 

“Continue doing it till you feel pleasure,” Satyabir said, ‘Saheb, not so slowly, do 
it faster.” 

We did as he said. “I don’t feel anything,” one of us said after a while. 

“I AM FEELING IT. OH OH IT IS WONDERFUL. I’VE NEVER FELT SO MUCH 
PLEASURE BEFORE,” one of us shouted. We redoubled our efforts. We fisted 
our cocks faster. One by one we all had an orgasm. 

“Is fucking more pleasurable than this?” I asked. 

“Yes, very much more,” he replied. 

“Now we’ll also fuck,” I said. 

“You can’t until you are twenty one years old,” he chuckled. 

“Then how do you know that fucking is very pleasurable? You are only fifteen,” 
one of us asked. 

“I know,” Satyabir bhaiya laughed. 

“Bhaiya (elder brother), have fucked anyone?” one of us asked. 

“Don’t tell any one. Only once on the quiet,” he said lowering his voice. 

We returned to the room. The tea had become cold. Some seniors got hold of 
two maids. They brewed fresh tea. While we were having our tea Ranjit entered 
the room with a big grin on his face. We all crowded around him. 

“What happened?” a senior asked. 

“Nothing. We went to Rajaji’s office and chachi (aunt) explained what we were 
doing,” Ranjit explained. 

“What did she say? Ranjit Arti ko chod raha tha (Ranjit was fucking Arti),” second 
senior chuckled. 

“No, she said they both were behaving most improperly in the common room,” 
Ranjit said. 

“Ranjit, explain yourself,” Rajaji said. 

I told him everything truthfully. I told him that you guys had dared me. I didn’t tell 
him that we had laid a bet. Then he turned to Arti. “You are aware that you 
belong to the yellow brigade then why did you agree,” he said. 

“I tried hard to save my choot but….” Arti said bursting into tears. 

“You know that what was done was against the rules,” he said. 

Arti again nodded and wailed louder. 

“There is no need to cry. It was not your fault. You can go,” he said.  Arti left with 
a sigh of relief.

“And for you young man no sex for you for a fortnight,” he said and giving me a 
blue badge with red stripes, added, “give this to your handmaiden and ask her to 
report to the central stores. She’ll work there for the next fifteen days.”

Just then his favorite maid, I forget her name…you know the pretty one with big 
boobs... ah yes, Mamta, came in with the afternoon tea and snacks. We rose to 
leave but Rajaji said, “Saraswati, have tea with me before you go. Ranjit, you 
too.” 

I saw that Mamta had already brought three cups. She poured out the tea and 
withdrew. “Rajaji, you have been very lenient with this rascal. He deserved much 
tougher punishment. Forcing the poor girl in the common room in front of 
youngsters,” chachi said sipping her tea. 

He laughed, “Boys will be boys. I remember the wild things we three did when we 
were young.” 

“What did you do?” I asked. 

He looked at me then looking at chachi and said, “Ask your chacha (uncle – 
father’s younger brother). He used to be our ringleader.” 

Chachi blushed. 

After drinking tea we left.

“Okay boys, who is going to send his handmaiden to me tonight,” Ranjit said 
laughing. Then they talked so softly that couldn’t hear them.

After that day I got hooked on masturbating. I started playing with my cock at 
least two to three times a day.  

The next important incident took place when I was then thirteen years nine 
months and twenty-one days old. Yes, I can’t forget that day. It was Friday the 
thirteenth of December. Everybody says that Friday the thirteenth is unlucky but 
for me it was harbinger of luck. On this day Mamta, Rajaji’s favorite maid, caught 
me masturbating. 

This is what happened. It was a cold day. I lay in my bed covered with a quilt. My 
eyes were closed and I was busy masturbating. The quilt moved up and down 
with the movement of my hand. I was concentrating so hard on the ‘job in hand’ 
that I didn’t hear the bedroom door open. I also didn’t hear Mamta enter and 
approach the bed. 

Mamta said, pulling the quilt away, “You naughty boy, what are you doing?” 

Several things happened simultaneously. My face became red with 
embarrassment, I lost my erection and pushing my cock inside my pajamas 
begged Mamta not to tell anyone about it especially my father. I don’t know if 
Mamta heard me because she kept staring at my crotch. 

“Mamta, please don’t tell father. He’ll surely punish me,” I repeated with folded 
hands. 

“I’ll not tell anyone if you’ll show me your cock again,” she said. 

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Promise,” I asked. 

“Word of honor,” she said touching her ears and crossing her heart. 

I took out my limp member and showed it to her. She took it in her hand. Lo and 
behold my cock started to grow big. “Oh my God,” she said staring at my erect 
cock, “Saheb, how old are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?” 

“I’ll be fourteen in a couple of months,” I replied. 

“Your cock is very large for a lad who is not yet fourteen,” she laughed and giving 
my cock a squeeze, added, “Okay, you can put it back again. Promise me that 
you won’t play with it again.” 

“I promise, I won’t masturbate again,” I said. 

She turned to leave.

“Oh yes, your cock made me forget why I had come to your room in the first 
place,” she giggled, stopping half way to the door, “Your mother wants you to 
accompany her to the temple tomorrow morning at six thirty.” 

For couple of days nothing happened but on the third night I woke up suddenly 
and found I was not alone in bed. 

“W…W….WHO?” I stuttered. 

“Shh not so loud. It’s me…Mamta,” Mamta said. 

“What are you doing in my bed?” I asked. 

“I have come to take your big cock,” she giggled pushing her hand inside my 
pajamas and grabbing it. Her touch made my cock swell and it stood in all its 
glory.

The first thought that came to mind was that Mamta had told father about my 
masturbating and he had ordered her to cut my cock off and bring it to him. 

“Mamta, please don’t take my cock, I haven’t masturbated since that day,” I lied 
as I had masturbated several times since that day.  

“Arre pagle tujhe bahut mazaa aayega (You silly boy you’ll enjoy yourself),” she 
said squeezing my cock. 

“How will I enjoy myself if you cut it off?” I said. 

“Cut off your cock? What nonsense are you talking? I want to take in my choot,” 
she said getting irritated, “Bata kabhie tunne kissi ko choda hai? (Tell me have 
you fucked anyone?)” 

Though I was confused, I replied truthfully, “No, I haven’t.” 

“Mujhe chodega? (Would you like to fuck me?)” she giggled. 

I had hundreds and thousands of time masturbated imagining that I was fucking 
someone or the other. Fucking in real was like a dream come true. I jumped at 
the opportunity. 

“OH YES. OH YES,” I said excitedly. 

“Shh not so loud. Come on top of me,” she said pulling me on top of her with my 
cock. I climbed on top of her. She was naked.

Mamta spread her legs and with a deft movement of her hips took the whole of 
my cock inside her choot. 

“Owww, you’re big. You fill me so,” she groaned.

“Oh Mamta, your choot is soooo hot and wet,” I said. 

“My choot has been leaking like a municipality tap since I saw your cock,” Mamta 
giggled, “Saheb, ab der mat karo aur mujhe chod (Saheb, don’t delay now, fuck 
me).”

I started pushing my cock in and out of her choot as fast as I could, like I had 
seen Ranjit, my stepbrother do when he had fucked Arti. After a few such 
strokes, Mamta said, “Saheb, stop.” Ignoring her I continued to ram my cock into 
her choot. 

“Saheb, stop,” Mamta said, “Stop, I say.” 

“Kya main theek se nahin chod raha hoon? (Am I not fucking correctly?)” I said 
stopping. 

“Saheb, no you’re not. Tumhara laurda meri choot se nikal gaya hai (Your cock is 
no longer inside my cunt),” she said, inserting it back again. 

“Oh,” I said blushing and started to fuck her again with hard and fast strokes. My 
cock would slip out of her cunt every few strokes. 

“Saheb, fuck me slowly then we both will enjoy it,” Mamta said. I started to fuck 
her as she had suggested. 

“That is the way. Oh yesss,” Mamta moaned. I continued to fuck her with slow 
long strokes.

“Yess Saheb, it feels so gooood,” Mamta moaned. 

Soon Mamta was bucking and moaning wildly. I plunged my cock harder and 
deeper into her choot. Her hips were moving up and down in rhythm of my in and 
out movement. After ten minutes or so I felt my orgasm approaching. My strokes 
became shorter and harder. 

“Oh y…hes oh y…hesss,” Mamta continued to moan softly. 

Suddenly Mamta raised her bottoms and pressed her crotch to mine. “Oh Saheb, 
go on. Do not stop OH YESSSSSS,” she moaned loudly and fell back gasping for 
breath. At that moment I experienced my very first orgasm in a wet and a hot 
cunt. 

After the orgasm I slowed down but did not stop and continued the fuck 
movement. Soon Mamta was on the boil again and came with a loud sigh. I 
continued to fuck her. She had orgasm after orgasm. I rolled off her gasping for 
breath after my third orgasm. For sometime we lay kissing in a close embrace 
savoring the intense sensation we had just experienced. 

“Saheb, you were very good,” she said kissing me passionately, “I must go now.”  

“Please don’t go yet. Let me fuck you once more,” I begged pulling her back into 
bed. 

“No, please let me go. If we get caught then Rajaji will kill me,” she said wearing 
her lahenga, “Don’t worry, I’ll come again.”

“Okay, come tomorrow. I’ll wait for you,” I said. 

“I can’t promise that but I’ll definitely come whenever I can,” she said and left. 

That night I slept with a smile on my lips feeling proud of myself having fucked 
my first woman. Mamta woke me early next morning at sunrise. “What a surprise. 
I was dreaming about you only. Come let’s fuck,” I said making place for her. 

“Shh, not so loud. I’ve come to change the bed sheets,” she said pulling me out 
of bed and pointing to spots of dried cum, “See these stains. If your maid else 
sees them then we’ll be in trouble.” 

I was shocked. The bed sheet was in a mess. “We must be careful in future,” she 
said changing the bed sheet and taking the stained one with her. 

She came after two days. She spread a towel on the bed before lying down on it. 
We fucked and enjoyed ourselves immensely. My knowledge of sex was very 
sketchy. There was no book on sex on ‘The Estate’. All what I knew about sex 
was from what I heard my older brothers and cousins discuss among 
themselves. Many facts according to Mamta were wrong. 

“How do you know?” I would ask her. 

“Rajaji told me,” she said each time. 

I had never seen a cunt. One night after fucking I inspected every nook and 
cranny of her cunt with a torch. In three weeks she came about a dozen times. 
Then one night she came and sat next to me with a long face. 

“What’s the matter? This is waiting for your cunt,” I said exposing my rigid 
member. 

“Sorry to disappoint the big boy,” she said kissing my cock, “I’m having my 
period.” 

“Oh yes, I’ve heard about it. Show me,” I said. 

Initially she was reluctant but I managed to persuade her. “Oh that’s all. It does 
not stop us from fucking,” I said. 

“No, Saheb, we shouldn’t do it. It is very messy,” she replied. 

“Have you tried fucking during these days,” I said, looking at her bloody cunt. 

“Yes, once your uncle fucked me during the fag end of my period. It was... not 
very nice. Today is my first day,” she said, “we can fuck again in a few days.”

“You mean we can’t fuck for few more days then I’ll have to masturbate,” I said. 

“It won’t be necessary. I’ll suck you off,” she said, taking my cock in her hands 
and started to lick it.  

“Mamta, no, it’s dirty,” I said. 

“Relax, you’ll love it,” she said.  

She ran her tongue up and down my shaft and licked the swollen red head of my 
cock while she played with my balls. After a few minutes she took my cock into 
her mouth. She fisted my cock while sucking it.

“Oh it feels so nice,” I moaned. 

Her head bobbed up and down on my cock. My hips started moving forward and 
back in fuck motion as if I was fucking her mouth. She took practically the whole 
length of my cock into her mouth without choking. Soon my orgasm was round 
the corner. 

“MAMTA, GO ON. DON’T STOP,” I said holding her head as my cock got harder 
and bigger. As my orgasm hit me I pushed the whole length of my cock down her 
throat. Momentarily she choked before I released her head. 

“Oh Mamta that was wonderful,” I panted, 

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked panting. 

“Oh yes very much,” I replied. 

“When you start producing sperms then you’ll enjoy it even more,” she said. 

“Please do it again,” I pleaded.

“I will after a few minutes,” she replied smiling happily. 

We continued to fuck and suck on the quiet till another incident that made an 
impression on me took place. 

Once night she had promised to come the following night but did not come. She 
did not come for over a week. I was very worried. I couldn’t inquire about her 
whereabouts. I had no alternative but to wait. 

Mamta came on the eighth night and got into my bed. I was angry with her. 

“What are you doing here? Go away,” I said turning away from her. 

“Please, Saheb, don’t be angry with me. I could not come,” she said. 

“Where were you?” I asked. 

“I was with Rajaji,” she said. 

“Theek hai, tu wahan Rajaji se chudwa rahi thi aur main yahan apna laurda haath 
main lekar tera intezaar kar raha tha (That’s great, you were enjoying yourself 
with Rajaji and I was waiting for you here with my cock in my hand),” I said 
sarcastically. 

“Saheb, I swear that nobody fucked me in these eight days,” Mamta said with 
tears in her eyes. 

“Really! Then what were you doing?” I asked. 

“Watching others getting fucked,” she said. 

“What do you mean by that?” I asked perplexed. 

“Main batati hoon lakin pahele mujhe ek baar chodo. Pichale hafte se meri choot 
tere laurde ke liye pyaasi hai (I’ll tell you but first fuck me. My cunt is thirsting for 
your cock for the whole of last week last),” she begged.  

I immediately climbed over her and rammed my cock into her choot. After a very 
satisfying fuck we lay panting together. “Saheb, you ejaculated. I swear I felt 
something warm fall inside my choot,” she said. 

“Yes, I know,” I said, “Tell me if Rajaji didn’t want your choot then what did he 
want?”

“You know that we are five brothers and sisters. Ravi, my eldest brother, works in 
sales. In this connection he visits the city very often,” Mamta said, “There he met 
a girl called Jyoti. They fell in love with each other.” 

“Last week he married her on the quiet and brought her to the kothi in the 
evening. He called me and said, “Mamta, what shall I do? I’ve married without 
Rajaji’s permission.” 

“Where is your bride?” I asked seeing him alone. 

“She is waiting outside,” he said. 

“Have you…Have you…” I said blushing. 

He understood what I wanted to say and replied, “No, I haven’t touched her.” 

“Thank heavens for that. If you had…then you were in big trouble. I think you 
should go to Rajaji, ask for his blessings and leave her there. Later beg Rajaji’s 
forgiveness for marrying her without his consent or knowledge,” I suggested. 

“Mamta, I am scared. Please come with us,” Ravi pleaded. 

“Of course, I’ll come with you. Go fetch her,” I said.

Few minutes later he returned with his bride and introduced me to her. Jyoti 
wished me with a shy smile. She was surprised to see my bare tits and started to 
say something but didn’t.

I could see why he had married her. She was around sixteen years of age and 
very pretty. She had an hourglass figure with the right sized boobs to go with it. 
She was tall, slim with long black hair and flashing black eyes. 

Ravi and Jyoti entered Rajaji’s office. I stood behind them at a distance. 

“M…M…Master, this is Jyoti,” Ravi stuttered, “We got married in the city.”  

End of part 1.

To be continued…

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