MY EARLY LIFE AND LOVES

(Part 3)

By Sahebji

To refresh your memory I reproduce the last few line of part 2:

On the last night we fucked and fucked till we were exhausted. Mamta risked 
staying with me till dawn broke before returning to her bed. It was time for me to 
leave. After bidding farewell to family and friends, I left for the city. 

While doing my graduate studies I deflowered four virgins. Read about how it 
happened in ‘The Milkmaid (Gualin ki lardki)’ and ‘Rani’.

NOW FOR PART 3:

After finishing my graduation I returned to ‘The Estate’ and went to meet my 
father. My father embraced me and congratulated me saying, “Saheb, do you 
know that you are the first graduate in our family.” 

“No, I didn’t,” I said truthfully. 

“Yes, your grandfather studied till intermediate and your uncles and I passed 
matriculation exams with difficulty,” he laughed, “A graduate is not expected to do 
his own work. I have the right person to do your work.”

He then called a young boy whom I had seen waiting outside his office. He said, 
“This is Abdul, son of our very loyal and faithful servant, who unfortunately 
passed away recently. He will from today serve you as your personal servant.” 

Then he said to Abdul, “See that you serve Sahebji as your father served me,” 
and dismissed him. 

“Now son you must be keen to do your masters,” he said. 

“No father, I now want to stay on ‘The Estate’ and work,” I said. 

“I have already your uncles, cousins and brothers to help me. I would like that 
you to study further and do me proud.” 

“No, father, I am fed up of studying. I am going to stay here only,” I said. 

“As you wish,” my father said.

I thought that this was the end of the subject but little did I know.

Abdul was 14 years old, very bright and intelligent. He soon picked up all the 
work and made himself quite indispensable. We used to sit and talk for hours at a 
time. He always wanted to know about the city and life there. By and by I 
confided in him about my seducing the milkmaid, Bela, and fucking Rani and the 
sisters, Madhu and Sudha. 

I asked him, “Abdul, tunne kabhi kissi lardki ko choda hai? (Abdul, have you ever 
fucked a girl?)” 

“Nahin hazoor, per chodene ko dil bahut karta hai (No master, but I would very 
much like to),” he replied. 

I promised him that I would help him fulfill his wish. After ten days or so of my 
return to ‘The Estate’ I started to feel very restless and had a perpetual hard on. 
Readers will remember that during my study days and before, I always had a 
cunt to fuck. I had got used to fucking two to three times a day. But since my 
return I had not fucked even once. 

I instructed Abdul to make discreet enquiries about the whereabouts of Mamta, 
the maid with whom I had my first sexual encounter. She was so to say my ‘sex’ 
teacher. 

Two days later Mamta came to see me on her own. I told her my problem. She 
felt my raging hard on and said, “Saheb, your cock has grown into a fabulous 
instrument as I had predicted. Any girl would consider herself fortunate to take it 
up her choot. 

“Why don’t you be that fortunate girl,” I proposed laughing. 

“I would have loved to but now I am married and I have promised to myself that I 
will not fuck anyone but my husband. Rajaji had kindly bestowed ‘red status’ on 
me as my wedding gift,” she said. 

“Mamta, I am desperate. Do something,” I said, “there are so many maids in the 
kothi (house) send one of them to me.” 

She said she would try and get back to me in three or four days. She came back 
after four days. 

“No one is willing,” she said, “The girls are afraid of being caught and no one 
wants to lose their cushy job at the kothi”. 

“Mamta, koyi lardki dhoondo nahin tau main pagal ho jaunga aur mujhe Abdul ki 
gaand maarni pardegi (Mamta, find a girl otherwise I’ll go mad and will have to 
bugger Abdul),” I said. 

Hearing this Abdul fell on Mamta’s feet and said, “Didi, kuch karo. Meri gaand ko 
bacha lo (Didi (elder sister), please do something and save my asshole).”

Mamta laughed and said, “I will try again but remember I make no promises.”

Few nights later, I woke up suddenly to find a hand holding my erect cock. 
Surprised, I said, “Kaun hai? (Who is it?)” 

“Shh dheere bolo koyi sunn lega (Shh speak softly, somebody might hear you),” 
a sweet female voice whispered. 

I asked, “Tera naam kya hai? (What is your name?)”

“Mere naam se kya karoge huzoor. Mamta ne kaha tha aapko choot chahiye tau 
main apni choot lekar aayi hoon. Jitna chahe usse chodiye (Master, what will you 
do with my name? Mamta had said you wanted a cunt to fuck and I have brought 
you one. Fuck it as much as you want),” she whispered, “Jitna Mamta ne kaha 
tha yeh tau uss se bhi barda hai (Oh it is much larger than what Mamta had 
said).”

“Yes you are right,” I said feeling her body. She was naked. 

Without wasting any further time I got on top of her and spreading her legs 
placed them on my shoulders. As I was about to push my hard on inside her she 
caught hold of my cock and said, “Huzoor, dheere se daalna maine itna barda 
laurda pahele kabhi nahin liya (Master, push it in slowly I have never taken such 
a big cock before).” 

Amid lots of ooh, ah, dheere se (slowly), ab theek hai (now it is okay), thorda aur 
(little more) I managed to insert my full cock in her choot and rested. It felt so 
good to be inside a hot wet cunt again. I fucked her four times before I withdrew 
my cock. When she left then my balls were nearly empty and her choot was 
overflowing with my seed. 

She kissed me passionately and whispered, “It is late. I must go. I’ll come again 
tonight.” 

In the morning Abdul said, “Huzoor, maine sunna ki aapki raat bahut acchi beeti 
(Sir, I heard you had a pleasant night).” I just smiled. 

But when he saw the mess on the bed sheet, he said, with his hands together 
with his palm facing upward, “Malik, tera lakh lakh shukriya tune meri gaand 
bachcha di (Thank you God, for saving my asshole).”  

“Stop this acting and get to work,” I laughed. 

The nameless maid came for four more nights. I enjoyed fucking her very much. 
To my surprise on the fifth night a different girl came. In about fifteen days four or 
five different girls had come. Now every day a different girl would visit me at 
night. None of them told me who they were. This did not matter as long as I could 
fuck them.  

One afternoon my father called me. He said that he had come know that some 
forbidden things were going on. I kept quiet. “Saheb, I am not taking any action 
because nobody has complained but should anyone complain then I’ll have to 
take strict action against the culprit,” he said.  

“You know?” I whispered. 

“Saheb, remember that as the head of the family it is my responsibility to know 
what was going on and where,” he said. 

“I am sure he also knew the names of all the girls who had visited me, the names 
I myself did not know,” I thought wiping the perspiration from my forehead. 

Then he told me my duties for the next week and dismissed me. 

When I came back to my room I called Mamta. I told her what all had happened 
adding that he must have a very good information network that kept him informed 
about all that was happening on ‘The Estate’.

She said, “Yes he has a network of spies working for him but you don’t worry. 
Rajaji loves you so much that he won’t let any harm come to you. You are his 
favorite. All you have to do is to keep things quiet and not shout about them from 
the rooftops. This is what he really wanted to tell you.” 

“I’ve no such intentions,” I said, “Does he know that you used to visit me when I 
was only fourteen.” 

She said, “I am sure he knew. Many a times he said things, which gave me the 
impression that he knew. He never mentioned the subject directly. Anyway that 
was in the past but now you must be very careful.”

“Yes, tell the girls to be doubly careful when they come here,” I said. 

“I will,” Mamta said, “I hope you are now happy.” 

“Very happy,” I replied. 

“The size of your cock has created a commotion in the maid’s quarters. They are 
now fighting each other as to who would visit you at night. I understand they have 
evolved a lottery system and the girl who wins comes to you,” she chuckled. 

“What sort of lottery?” I asked, pleased with myself.

“I’ve no idea,” she said then turning to Abdul, she giggled, “Ab tau kush hai? Teri 
gaand bachcha di (Are you happy? Now that your asshole is safe).” 

Both Mamta and I laughed. Abdul blushed and thanked her for her kindness. 
After Mamta had left I realized that I was under the impression that the girls were 
coming to me at my request but now it seems they want to come for their own 
pleasure. 

I was now in a position to make conditions. This was the chance to fulfill my 
promise to Abdul to get a choot for him to fuck. I called Abdul and said, “What will 
you say if I get you a choot to fuck tonight?”

“I will be very grateful,” he replied bending low. 

“Grateful enough to have your asshole fucked,” I asked. 

“Huzoor, meri gaand aapki, main aapka, meri jaan aapki jisse chahain jab 
chahain le lijiye (Master, my ass hole is yours, I am yours, my life is yours take 
what you like when you like),” he replied diplomatically.

That night when the girl came I fondled her body making her hot but made no 
attempt to fuck her. She begged me to fuck her otherwise her turn will go waste. I 
told her I would fuck her only if she let Abdul fuck her also. “Yes, I am willing. 
Fuck me quickly. We have wasted enough time already,” she said handling my 
prick. 

Then I fucked till I had my fill. Then I asked Abdul to fuck her. With the consent of 
the girl Abdul fucked her also twice. While he was fucking the maid, I inserted 
first one then two fingers up his ass hole and kept moving them in and out. 

Next morning I asked him, “Kyon chudai ka khel kaissa laga? (How did you like 
the sport of fucking?)” 

“I loved it. It was very pleasurable,” he said, “when you put your fingers in my 
asshole I thought you will bugger me but didn’t. Why?” 

“I did not bugger you in front of a third person because it would have been 
degrading for you. Ek din teri gaand tau zaroor marunga (I will surely bugger you 
someday),” I laughed.

Things were now going on fine. One night a girl came whom I fucked and when 
Abdul’s turn came, she said, “Let us all three do it together.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked her. 

She explained, “Abdul would lie on the bed and I’d lie on top of him and take his 
lund in my choot. Then, huzoor, you put your cock up my ass hole.”

“Won’t it hurt you to take two cocks inside her at one time?” I questioned. 

She said, “It hurts a little in the beginning but thereafter it is lovely.”

That is exactly what we did. When we both were inside her I could feel Abdul’s 
cock through the thin partition between her cunt and ass hole. I am sure Abdul 
could also feel my cock in the same manner. It was really very enjoyable. 

After we finished, I asked her, “Where did you learn this?”

“One day Siddarth master (eldest son of my youngest uncle) called me and as I 
was riding him your elder brother, Jaanvir, came in. He watched me riding his 
cousin for a while then seeing my asshole positioned perfectly placing his cock 
on it started to penetrate it. At first I protested and struggled but without success. 
Soon his cock was inside me also.”

“Then he started to fuck my asshole while your cousin moved his lund (cock) in 
and out of my choot from below. At first it hurt but soon I started enjoying it. Since 
then I have done it many times with them.” 

I thought I knew everything about fucking but this was absolutely new to me and 
so enjoyable also. We repeated this with several other girls who came to my bed. 
During the day I carried out my duties as assigned to me by my father and at 
night we fucked. 

Many a times I was required to travel. Abdul was always with me and if we 
stayed away for long and I felt horny then Abdul’s gaand did service. Once we 
went on a hunting trip also (read “Shikaar (The Hunt)”.

One afternoon Mamta came to check how things were going. “Every thing is 
fine,” I said grinning. 

“In ten days you’ll be twenty-one,” she said, “Have you chosen your 
handmaiden?”  

“I have seen many pretty girls but have not been able to make up my mind,” I told 
her. 

She said, “I have a girl in mind. She will be just perfect for you. She will turn 
fourteen a day before your birthday. Her name is Amba. She is fair, slim, pretty 
and intelligent. Her boobs are nice and big. You like big tits, don’t you?” 

“Yes, big boobs like yours,” I said. Mamta blushed. 

“Agar Rajaji ne usski choot phard di tau kya hoga (What if Rajaji deflowers her 
before my birthday),” I added as a after thought. 

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll mention it to Rajaji that you have chosen her to be 
your handmaiden. Anyway it is the birthday of four other girls also. Rajaji can 
deflower one of them that night,’ she said. 

‘Okay,’ I said. 

‘I will show her to you if you want,” she volunteered. 

I said, “No need. I trust your choice.” 

Ten days went by and my birthday arrived. At noon we assembled in the big hall 
meant for such formal ceremonies. My father flanked by my uncles sat on the 
podium. 

My mother, my step mothers, aunts, sisters, cousin sisters, sisters in law and 
wives of guests sat on the left of the dais and my brothers, cousins and other 
male invitees sat on the right hand side. 

All men wore their best suit. The ladies wore their most expensive saris and were 
covered with diamonds from head to feet. The light reflecting from their jewels 
made the hall tad brighter than it actually was. 

I sat in the center, opposite the dais, dressed in a new ceremonial suit. 

Mamta and Abdul stood against the wall behind me. I was surprised to see three 
more girls standing with them. They were apparently the virgins, who shared their 
birthday with Amba. I remembered Mamta saying that there were four of them. 
What happened to the fourth, I wondered. Just then father stood up to address 
the assembly. I shrugged and forgot about it. 

My father gave his usual talk about privileges brought responsibility with them 
etc. etc. A speech he gave on everyone’s 21st birthday celebrations. 

Then he called me and gave me a ring with family crest on it, signifying that I was 
21 years old and had the right to call any girl to my bed from the ‘pool’, and a 
sword to defend family’s honor. Then he handed me the keys to my new set of 
rooms. I could now if I wanted start my own kitchen. Lastly, he asked me if I had 
chosen a handmaiden for myself. 

“Yes sir, I have,” I said, “Her name is Amba.” 

“A very good choice,” he said, “I’ve talked to her. She has all the qualities of a 
good handmaiden.” 

Amba was called. She came with her father. She was everything that Mamta had 
promised. Her father among lots of rigmarole formally handed her over to me. 
Amba went down on her knees. She first kissed my right hand and then kissed 
my feet, thus pledging to serve me all her life.

“Amba, now you belong to Saheb Sahebji. Serve him faithfully with your body 
and soul,’ my father proclaimed. 

“I promise to serve my master, Saheb Sahebji, with my body and soul till I die,” 
Amba said softly. 

At this moment everybody in the room was looking at my father but he was 
looking at Mamta as he said, “Congratulations, Saheb, you could not have made 
a better choice.” 

I was not surprised that father knew that it was Mamta’s choice rather than mine. 
Nothing that happened on ‘The Estate’ escaped him. 

After the ceremonial part was over I told Amba to go with Abdul and instructed 
Abdul to take her with him and shift my belongings to the new rooms. Also make 
arrangements for dinner. We will all eat there tonight. 

“Ji maalik (Yes master),” Amba said and started to follow Abdul. 

I stopped her. “Amba, don’t call me ‘maalik’. Call me by my name, Sahebji. We 
have dual relationship, one of master and servant and the other, which is more 
important, of friend and confidante, understood?’ I said. 

She blushed and hesitatingly said, “Ji ma….Sahebji”, and followed Abdul out of 
the room. 

After the ceremony all the relatives mobbed me, congratulating me and wishing 
me etc. My elder brothers and cousins cracked jokes about Amba.

“Saheb, tujhe maloom hai chudai kaisse karte hain? (Saheb, do you know how to 
fuck?)” my brother, Jaanvir, asked amid laughter. 

“Nahin, chudai kaisse karte hain (No, how does one fuck),” I replied innocently. 

It was best to play innocent than tell them that Amba was neither going to be my 
first virgin nor my first fuck. 

“Tonight when you are in bed, call Amba to your room. Then lay her down next to 
you on the bed and undress her slowly. Now comes the important part. When 
she is absolutely naked then send Abdul to call me and I’ll show you how fucking 
is done,” he said. 

We all laughed. Champagne was opened. We toasted almost everything from 
Amba’s choot to father’s four dogs. We laughed, joked and drank many glasses 
of champagne. I ended up drinking more champagne than was good for me. 

At about 3 p. m., I reached my rooms and found Mamta there. “What are you 
doing here?” I asked. 

“Rajaji has asked me to see that every thing is organized,” she said. 

“You do the organizing as per your instructions. I am going to take a nap,” I said, 
“and see to it that no one disturbs me.” 

As I lay in my bed my thoughts wandered to Amba and her kori choot virgin 
cunt). I was looking forward to fuck her kori choot (virgin cunt). She reminded me 
of Bela, the milkmaid. The prospect of fucking a tight cunt after fucking so many 
well-fucked choots was an exciting thought. With these thoughts in my mind I fell 
into an uneasy sleep. 

I had a very vivid dream. There were three main characters in the dream namely 
my father and two young girls whose faces I could not see clearly. One girl was 
cringing on the bed whereas the other was standing at a respectful distance. My 
father was in his dressing gown. The girl, who was standing, said something to 
the girl on the bed, which I couldn’t understand. 

The girl on the bed cringed deeper into the corner and with a scared but defiant 
look, shook her head in the negative. The girl who was standing started to say 
something but my father raised his hand indicating to her to keep quiet. He then 
took off his bathrobe exposing his huge erection. Seeing his erection the girl on 
the bed ran towards the door. My father was between the bed and the door. As 
she passed my father, he caught her by her long hair and pulled her back.

In one action he tore off all her clothes and threw her on her naked on the bed. 
With a wild look of lust in his eyes, he put his hand under her stomach and raised 
her a little and forced his raging erection into her virgin gaand (asshole). The girl 
screamed and screeched but my father paid no attention to her and kept banging 
his cock into her ass hole. 

When he withdrew, his cock was covered with blood. The girl lay crying on the 
bed. After some time when he was hard again he spread her legs and rammed 
his lund into her kori choot (virgin cunt). Again the girl kept screaming all through 
the act. After he had finished he left with an expression of extreme satisfaction on 
his face. 

At this point I lost my dream. 

I got up at 7.30 p.m. I recalled every part of the dream clearly. The dream 
seemed familiar. Then I recalled that Mamta had once related this story about 
how my father had taken the virginity of her sister in law. I could not forget the 
look of satisfaction on his face. Immediately, I decided that I would take Amba’s 
virginity by force in the same fashion. I took a cold refreshing shower and 
changing into fresh clothes, entered the sitting room.

All three, Mamta, Abdul and Amba, were waiting for me. Mamta had a welcoming 
smile on her face, Amba was blushing and Abdul was grinning like an ape. Abdul 
gave me my drink. As I sat sipping it I pulled Amba on to my lap. While pressing 
her tits, I asked her, “Tuhje maaloom hai ki aaj raat ko kya hoga? (Do you know 
what is going to happen tonight?)” 

She blushed and said softly, “Haan (Yes).” 

“Haan kya? Theekh terah se bata (Yes, what? Tell me properly),” I asked.

“Aaj raat ko aap meri kori choot ko phardoge (Tonight you will fuck my virgin 
cunt),” she whispered.

“Tujhe maaloom hai paheli baar chodene main bahut dard hota hai (Do you know 
that it hurts a lot the first time),” I asked her. 

She again nodded and said, “Haan, maaloom hai. Amma bata rahi thi. Main dard 
seh loongi (Yes, I know. My mother told me. I will bear the pain).” 

I kept fondling her boobs and caressing her choot. I thought how I could take this 
girl by force if she is willing to cooperate completely with me. Well if not this time 
then maybe I will have another opportunity in the future to fulfill my desire. 

Dismissing the use of force I joined in the general conversation. “Mamta, tell me, 
what were the three girls doing there?’ I asked. 

“Those were the three virgins I had told you about,” Mamta said. 

“Didn’t you say they were four,” I asked. 

“Yes, they were four but Rajaji deflowered one of them last night. She was not 
present,” she replied. 

“I see but why were they present in the hall at all,” I asked, puzzled. 

“Because Rajaji loves you,” Mamta giggled, “Rajaji and your uncles are going to 
celebrate your 21st birthday by deflowering them tonight.”

“How do you know all this,” I asked. 

“A maid on duty over heard them talking about it,” Mamta said. 

After we had our dinner Mamta told Amba, “Chal mere saath ab sone ka samay 
hogaya hai (Come with me it is time to go to bed).” 

Turning to me she said, “Main ab Amba ko tayyar karti hoon (I will prepare Amba 
now).” 

After half an hour she came out of the bedroom and said, “Sahebji, ab Amba 
tayyar hai. Aap jab chaahain ander chale jaana (Sahebji, Amba is now ready. 
You can go in whenever you want).” 

I waited till eleven and then joined Amba in the bedroom.

As I entered the room the pleasant scent of fresh jasmine flowers and roses hit 
my nose. The room was in semi darkness. Only the bed was lit by strategically 
placed table lamps. The bed was covered with fresh rose petals and on these 
petals lay my Amba, with her eyes closed, dressed in a nearly transparent light 
pink nightie, waiting for me to fuck her kori choot. 

I could see her brown areola with erect pointed nipples and the line that 
separated her tightly pressed together lower lips. I sat on the bed and kissed her. 
I pressed her small boobs and ran my finger through her lower lips. My lund was 
hard as rock. It did not want me dally too long with the waiting virgin but to enter 
her warm kori choot. 

I started to undress. I noticed that Amba was watching me with half closed eyes 
Soon I stood naked with my erect cock pointing towards the ceiling with its 
foreskin pulled back and its big red head oozing pre-cum. Amba’s eyes opened 
wide and she gasped loudly. 

I moved towards her. She shouted, “NAHIN, NAHIN, MAINE NAHIN 
CHUDWANA. MUJHE NAHIN PATA THA KI LAURDA ITNA BARDA AUR MOTA 
HOTA HAI. YEH TAU MERE BADAN KO DO MAIN CHEER DALEGA (NO, NO, I 
DON’T WANT TO BE FUCKED. I DID NOT KNOW THAT A COCK IS SO BIG 
AND THICK. IT WILL TEAR MY BODY IN TWO),” and got up from the bed and 
ran towards the door.

At first, I was taken unawares but recovered quickly. My dream was coming true. 
I could now take her by force. Suddenly something snapped in my mind and I did 
not know what I was doing. I was only intent on fulfilling my dream. I caught hold 
of her long tresses as she ran past me and pulled at them. She fell on the carpet. 
I dragged her by her hair on to the bed. 

She was crying and shouting for help. “MAMTA DIDI, MUJHE BACHAO. MAINE 
NAHIN CHUDWNA (MAMTA DIDI, PLEASE SAVE ME. I DON’T WANT TO BE 
FUCKED),” she shrieked. 

Without listening to her pleas I tore off her nightie. She lay naked on the bed, 
crying bitterly. I turned her over and put my arm under her belly. I raised her 
struggling body to the height of my hard on and placed my erect lund on the 
entrance of her gaand (asshole). 

As I was about to push forward and enter her asshole when I thought I heard 
some voices. I paused and listened. Yes, it was the voice of Mamta saying, 
“NAHIN, SAHEB NAHIN. AISSE NAHIN. YEH TAU AAPKI APNI AMBA HAI (NO, 
SAHEB NO. NOT LIKE THIS. IT IS YOUR OWN AMBA).” 

Slowly her words sank into my mind. I realized what I was about to do. I dropped 
Amba on the bed. She continued to cry. I turned and saw Mamta and Abdul 
standing near the open door. Mamta was smiling lovingly at me and Abdul was 
ogling Amba’s naked beauty. 

“I don’t know what got into me,” I said, shaking my head vigorously. 

“Saheb, Amba ko pyaar se chodo (Saheb, fuck Amba tenderly). Amba you 
behave yourself,” Mamta said and catching Abdul by the scruff of his neck pulled 
him after her as she went out of the room. 

I then lay down next to the whimpering girl. I took her in my arms. I kissed her 
and spoke soothing words to her. When she had calmed down I gently squeezed 
her small breasts and ran my finger between her cunt lips. I kissed her neck and 
her breasts. Taking her dark nipples in my mouth I sucked them. 

Amba lay with her eyes closed, moaning with the pleasurable sensation she was 
feeling. I moved downwards towards her choot. I gave her choot a couple of 
tentative licks and then spreading her legs ran my tongue firmly between her 
lower lips. 

When my warm tongue touched her button of pleasure she gave a start and 
trembled with pleasure. I took her clit in my mouth and started to suck it. After a 
few minutes she moaned loudly and raised her bottoms, pressing her choot 
against my mouth. 

“OH SAAHEEEBJJJIIIIII,” she screamed, releasing her warm cunt juice in my 
mouth, she fell back on the bed. Amba had cum. I moved back upward kissing 
and fondling her.  

“Amba, ab main teri kori choot ko phardunga (Amba, now I am going deflower 
you),” I said. 

I could see fear in her eyes but she nodded bravely. I got between her wide 
spread legs and placed my lund (cock) on her cunt entrance and pressed for 
entry. Slowly my head entered her choot. 

“OWWW,” she screamed as the head of my cock stretched the entrance of her 
fuck tube. 

“Kya dard ho raha hai? (Is it hurting?)” I asked. 

“Thorda sa (Only a little),” she replied. 

“Ab thorda aur dard hoga phir achcha lagega (It will hurt a little more then you will 
like it),” I warned. 

She closed her eyes and braced herself against the expected pain. I moved my 
cock in and out a few times. Then I gave it a hard push.  

“AAAAYYYYIIIIEEEEE MAR GAI. SAHEBJI BAHUT DARD HO RAHA HAI 
(AAAAYYYYIIIIEEEE I AM DYING. SAHEBJI IT IS HURTING VERY BADLY),” 
she yelled as my cock tearing through her hymen half buried itself in her cunt. I 
gave couple of more pushes till my lund (cock) was fully sheathed in her fuck 
tube. 

I saw that she was lying with tears flowing from her eyes. I told her, “It is not 
going to hurt anymore. From now on it will be only pleasure.” 

I started to move my cock in and out of her cunt. Her choot was very tight even 
tighter than Bela, the milkmaid’s cunt. It held my cock like a vice. At first I found it 
difficult to push in and pull out my lund. After five minutes of fucking her tight cunt 
I was ready to shoot my load. Another few strokes and I deposited my life giving 
seed in her virgin choot and lay panting on her naked breast. 

My cock started to loose its hardness. I kept moving slightly to keep it semi hard.
In five minutes o so I was hard again. I recommenced to fuck her. Amba lay with 
her eyes closed. After ten minutes of in and out movement Amba moaned loudly. 

“Kaissa lag raha hai? Aur chodoon? (How do you like it? Shall I continue to 
fuck?)” I asked her, stopping.

She opened her eyes and said softly “Bahut achcha lag raha hai. Haan, Sahebji, 
aur chodo (It feels very nice. Yes, Sahebji, fuck me more).” 

I resumed the fuck movement. Soon she was moaning again and raising her hips 
to meet my downward stroke half way. I said, “Amba, apne chootter aur zor se 
uper niche karo aur mazaa aayega (Amba, move your bottoms faster. You will 
enjoy more).” 

Soon she got the hang of and moved her hips in rhythm of my strokes. We were 
panting. Amba yelled, “SAHEBJI, AUR ZOR SE CHOD. MERA CHOOT KA RAS 
NIKALNE WALA HAI (SAHEBJI, FUCK ME HARDER. I AM ABOUT TO CUM).” 

Then with a loud sigh she came and lay back exhausted. At that moment I also 
released my-cum into her heavenly fuck hole. For few minutes we lay kissing 
each other and savoring the intense sensation we had just experienced. 

End of part 3.

To be continued…

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