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… SAY NO TO CASUAL SEX. AIDS IS DEADLY. HELP FIGHT IT.