PUSSIES GALORE

(Part 3)

By Sahebji

Before I narrate the 3rd part permit me to repeat the last few lines of the 2nd part.

While she was shouting I pulled back my cock and pushed it in again a couple of 
times till my pubic hair were tickling her butt and then paused for her back hole to 
get used to having my cock in it. 

“It won’t hurt now,” Ramu said kissing her tears away, “You’ll feel pleasure only.” 

“Does it hurt now?” I asked. 

“Not much,” Rosie sighed, “Christ, it hurt.” 

Ramu and I began to pump our cocks into both Rosie’s holes simultaneously. 

It was not long before the room echoed with the moaning and the slurping sound 
Mira and party were making. 

“Oh Ramu, it is lovely,” Rosie sighed. 

Now for the 3rd part: 

We continued to fuck till we three came together. In the meanwhile, the girls had 
released their love nectar many times. 

“Rosie, how did you enjoy it,” Ramu asked as we lay side by side smoking a 
cigarette. 

“It was fantastic,” Rosie said. 

“I am glad you enjoyed it because we are going to fuck you again together,” I 
chuckled. 

The girls had also finished. “How was it?” I asked. 

“Oh I loved it,” Saaima giggled. 

“Did they tongue fuck you?” I asked. 

“Oh yes, that was the best part of it,” Lila sighed, “Wasn’t it?” 

There was a chorus of, “Yeah”. 

“Then I am sure you’ll like to return the compliment,” I said grinning. 

“Of course,” they said together. 

“Oh Saheb, please don’t make me do it. I don’t want to lick a choot,” Suman 
sobbed with big tears rolling down her cheeks. 

“Suman, nobody is forcing you. If you don’t want to do it then don’t,” I said, “but 
my motto is to try everything at least once. I would suggest you try it if you don’t 
like it then stop. This goes for all of you.” 

“Suman, try it. I am sure you’ll like it,” Rosie advised.  

“Suman, I did not want to do it also but when I did, I liked it,” Faiza said hugging 
her, “Give it a shot.” 

“Okay, if you all say so. I’ll give it a shot,” Suman conceded reluctantly. 

The girls formed pairs. Suman and Faiza were together. We watched as Suman 
stuck out her tongue and gave Faiza’s choot a couple of tentative licks. She 
stopped to get the taste of Faiza’s cunt. Then diving back between Faiza open 
legs gave her choot two big wet licks. 

She looked at me and grinned. “Saheb, it is not bad at tall,” she giggled and 
began eating Faiza’s choot vigorously. 

“Girls, you like the taste too,” Ramu asked. The other three nodded without 
pausing. 

“Rosie, my dear, are you ready for round two?” Ramu asked. 

“Yes,” she replied shyly. 

“Good, now get on top of Saheb and take his cock inside your choot and I’ll take 
care of your ass hole,” Ramu told Rosie. 

We both pumped both her holes for the next twenty minutes before we came. In 
the meanwhile the girls had also finished. 

“What shall we do now?” Ramu asked while we wore our clothes after a quick 
wash. 

“Apne slaves ko chodo (Fuck your slaves),” Saaima giggled. 

“Good suggestion,” Lila tittered. Everyone laughed. 

“Shut up, both of you,” Mira said good naturedly, “Saheb, how did you know that 
Rosie ma’am is a virgin?” 

“Correction, a ‘technical virgin’,” Susan giggled. 

“Do you remember how we were seated during your performance?” I asked. 

“Yes, ma’am was in the middle flanked by you,” Suman said, “All of you were 
naked.” 

“During the performance Rosie glanced furtively towards our erect cock and 
blushed. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. She tried to pull it back. When 
I forced her then she held it between her thumb and forefinger as a virgin holding 
a cock for the first time. This made me suspicious and took a chance,” I 
explained.

“And came up trumps,” Nisha chuckled. “This solves one mystery but we still 
don’t know what to do now,” Faiza announced. 

“We could go for a dip in the sea. The hotel has a lovely beach,” I suggested. 
There was a chorus of assents. 

“We’ll go and get our swimming trunks and meet you here in ten minutes,” I said. 

“What is the need of swimming trunks,” Roma giggled, “You can let it swing.” 

“We don’t mind but other lady guests may want to monopolize us,” Ramu 
laughed. 

“Go fetch your swimming trunks,” Saaima giggled.

We spent the next couple of hours at the beach, swimming and playing games. 
Then after a leisurely lunch we returned to cottage no. 20. 

“Slaves, come with us it is time to rest,” Ramu announced. 

“Rest...but you had promised to fuck us together,” Saaima complained. 

“Amendment…we’ll rest after fucking you, your majesty,” Ramu said bowing low.  

When we reached our cottage we fucked first Saaima in both her lower holes 
together and then Lila. 

“I am tired,” Ramu said yawning, “I’ll take a nap in the other room.” 

“I think I’ll close my eyes for a while too,” I declared, “Why don’t you rest too?” 

“I am not tired,” Lila said, “Saaima, are you tired?” 

“No, let’s amuse ourselves,” Saaima said and spreading her arms added, “Come 
to mama.” 

I watched them kissing each other. I fell asleep as they began to eat each other’s 
choot.

Suddenly I felt a very pleasant sensation in my loins. I opened my eyes and saw 
that Saaima was sucking my cock. “Oh Saaima, go on your mouth feels good,” I 
moaned. 

“Good you are awake,” Saaima said, “Ab mujhe chodo (Now fuck me).” 

“Where is Lila?” I asked.

“She is in the other room lying on her back with legs in the air and Ramu is 
humping her silly,” Saaima said. 

“Good for her,” I chuckled.  

“She is having all the fun and nobody fucks poor me. Saheb, please mujhe bhi 
chodo (Saheb, please fuck me also),” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Come here, silly girl,” I said pulling her on top of me impaling her choot on my 
erect cock. 

“Oh it is heavenly,” she sighed as my cock slipped into her choot. 

“Ab tu mujhe chod (Now you fuck me),” I laughed. 

She started the fuck motion. For five minutes she fucked me then stopped. 

“Please Saheb now you fuck me,” she said, “I can’t go on. I am tired.”  

“No problem,” I said holding her tightly and rolling over. I began banging her cunt 
hard. 

“Y…HES Y…HESS HARDER OH SAHEB IT FEELS SOOOO GOOD,” she 
moaned moving her hips up and down vigorously. 

After another five minutes of pumping her choot her body arched. “OH OHHHH 
SAHEB I AMMMM CUMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG,” she yelled and fell back on the 
bed gasping for breath. 

At that moment I peaked also. With a loud grunt I rammed my cock as deep as it 
could go inside her choot and began spurting my cum, blob by blob, at the mouth 
of her womb. 

Our mouths met and we kissed as we savored the terrific sensation we both had 
just felt. 

“Good show,” Ramu laughed clapping, “It is quarter to six. Aren’t you guys 
getting ready?” 

I looked around and saw Ramu and Lila, dressed for the street, standing with a 
naughty smirk on their faces. We were so engrossed in fucking that we did not 
hear them enter the room. 

“You go on, we’ll follow,” I said getting up. 

Saaima and I had a quick shower together and after dressing, reached cottage 
no. 20, ten minutes after six. 

“Saaima, kyon chudai se pet bhar gaya? (Saaima, have you had your fill of 
fucking?)” Fazia taunted Saaima. 

“Of course not, I wanted to go on and on but Saheb insisted on coming here,” 
Saaima said smiling sweetly. “ 

We had tea and then strolled in the beautifully gardens of the Hotel. Our walk 
was cut short by a sudden cloud burst. We took refuge in the bar. The girls 
ordered cold drinks, Rosie asked for a dry sherry and Ramu and I had scotch 
and soda. After a couple of drinks we had a sumptuous dinner and were back in 
the cottage no. 20 around nine o’clock. 

“What shall we do now?” Ramu asked when we were all seated. 

“Apne slaves ko chodo (Fuck your slaves),” Saaima chuckled.  

“You are no longer their slaves. The twenty four hours are over,” Nisha pointed 
out. 

“We have a big heart. We extend the period by another twenty four hours,” Lila 
giggled,

“Not only a big heart, but also a big mouth,” Faiza said belligerently, “We want to 
get fucked by these lovely cocks too.” 

“Girls, no fighting, let the men decide,” Rosie suggested, “Ramu. What do you 
say?” 

“The bet was for twenty four hours,” Ramu clarified diplomatically. 

“Aap dono bahut kharab hain. Pahele tau humaari choot phardi. Phir humain 
chaubees ghante tak choda aur ab hum se muh mord liya (You both are very 
mean. First you deflowered us. Then you fucked us silly for twenty four hours and 
now you want us out),” Saaima pouted. 

“Come on Saaima, you are being unfair,” Rosie said. 

“When you have our choots to fuck then why look for other cunts,” Lila asked. 

“Haven’t you heard of this saying, “To keep your cock fit as a fiddle, different 
cunts you must diddle,” Ramu laughed.

“There is no such saying,” Saaima giggled, “You made it up.”  

“Of course there isn’t but the fact remains that we all want to be their slave,” 
Nisha said. 

There was a chorus of “Yes” “Yes”. 

“Okay, it is now up to Sahebji and Ramu to choose their next pair of slaves,” 
Rosie announced. 

Ramu and I consulted each other. 

“We think that the fairest way would be to draw lots,” Ramu said, “Do you 
agree?”  

They all nodded. “Put a slip with your name on it in a glass then Rosie draw two 
slips,” I said. 

“What about Rosie ma’am?” Mira asked. 

“We have other plans for her,” I replied. The slips were made and Rosie pulled 
out two of them.  

“The next pair of slaves is Mira and Nisha,” Rosie announced. 

“Yessss,” Mira and Nisha shouted punching air. 

“AWWW,” the others groaned. 

“What do you suggest we do?” Roma said, “It is raining outside and it is too early 
to go to bed.” 

“I’ve an idea. All of you tell us under what circumstances you lost your virginity,” I 
said. 

“Yeah, in detail,” Ramu said. “Everyone must agree,” I said. 

Hesitatingly all agreed.

“We know how Rosie, Saaima and Lila lost their cherries,” I chuckled, “Nisha, I 
think you start.” 

“Please not me. In any case not first,” Nisha objected. 

“Nisha, first or last matters little,” I said, “Somebody has to be first why not you.” 

NISHA’S STORY 
 
“All right, as you say, Saheb,” Nisha said clearing her throat.

Before I start the story I think some background will be in order. I am the only 
child of my parents. As both my parents worked I always had a nanny to look 
after me. When I was ten years old when my chacha (uncle-father’s younger 
brother) with his wife of two years came to live with us. 

Chacha had a terrible temper and could not hold a job. Whenever chacha was 
fired from a job, which was quite often, chachi (aunt- chacha’s wife) would 
threaten to leave him. Chacha would promise to keep his temper under control in 
future and she would stay. 

One day the inevitable happened. Chacha got the sack and chachi left him with 
bag and baggage. At first chacha tried to bring her back and when chachi did not 
return he gave up. I think chacha was quiet pleased about the whole affair 
because there was no one to nag him to work. 

With chachi out of his hair chacha stopped working all together. He got up late 
and went to his club returning at lunch time. After lunch he rested and in the 
evening he again went to meet his friends or to the club. Chacha being the 
youngest was very dear to my father. 

Papa paid all his bills without a murmur. Whenever mama complained papa 
would say, “He is still young. Let him enjoy life.” 

“At his age you were working for four years already,” mama would say. 

“My case was different,” papa countered, “After fathers’ death I had to support 
the family.”

Mala, my nanny, was eighteen when she came to work for us. She was from 
Nepal. It was Mala’s duty to see that I ate properly, did my home work and went 
to bed in time. In other words she was my second mother and I loved her. 

As I went to school early in the morning I had my bath after coming back from 
school. After my bath I ate lunch. Then I studied for three hours. In the evening I 
played and watched TV. Then after an early dinner I went to bed. 

Everyday after my bath she would inspect me. Many times she would say, “Baby, 
you did not soap yourself properly. Tomorrow I’ll scrub you properly.” 

She always called me by my pet name, Baby. I did not mind her giving me a bath 
even when I was nearly thirteen years old.

Mala was very strict. To ensure that I would study she would sit in my room, 
mending clothes or just dozing, while I sat behind my desk with my school books. 
She would leave only for a few minutes, if at all.

One day I noticed that she did not come back for an hour and when she returned 
she was panting and her face was flushed. I did not pay much attention to it but 
when it happened again and again I decided to ask her. 

“Mala, where have you been so long?” I asked her one day when she returned 
after an hour. 

“I was talking to the cook,” she replied. 

“Then why is your face flushed?” I asked. 

“We were standing in the sun,” she replied. 

“That does not explain your breathlessness,” I persisted. 

“Baby, when I realized that I had been away so long I ran back,” she replied. 

I did not quite believe her. Next time when she was gone for thirty minutes I went 
looking for her. I searched everywhere but did not find her. She returned after 
another thirty minutes. She face was flushed and she was panting. I did not say 
anything. 

Next time I followed her after five minutes. Again I could not find her but when I 
was returning to my room I heard strange sounds coming from chacha’s room. 
Curiosity got the better of me and I peeped into the room. 

I was taken aback at what I saw. Mala was lying naked on chacha’s bed with her 
legs in the air and Chacha was fucking her. I stood rooted to the spot with my 
eyes riveted to chacha’s cock going in and out of Mala’s hairy choot. 

“OH SHAAB, AUR ZOR SE CHODO (OH SHAAB, FUCK ME HARDER),” Mala 
yelled, “BAHUT MAZAA AA RAHA HAI (IT FEELS VERY NICE).” 

Chacha continued to ram his cock into Mala’a choot. I felt a strange itch in my 
cunt. I put my hand inside my panties and rubbed my choot. My choot was wet 
and for the first time, as I had never masturbated before, a warm pleasant feeling 
ran through my body. 

“FASTER SHAAB FASTER. I AM NEARLY THERE OH OHHH I AAMMM 
CUUMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG,” Mala screamed. 

Chacha continued to fuck her and I rubbed my choot vigorously. Suddenly 
chacha grunted loudly and fell panting on Mala’s bosom. I shut my eyes as I 
reached my climax. I nearly moaned aloud as my first orgasm hit me and my cunt 
juices ran down my legs. 

I opened my eyes and saw that Chacha smoking a cigarette and Mala was 
standing next to the bed looking for her clothes. 

“Shaab, I must go,” Mala said picking up her clothes. 

“Jaldi kya hai? Main ek baar aur chod loon phir chali jana (What is the hurry? Let 
me fuck you once more then you can leave),” chacha said trying to pull Mala 
back into his bed.  

“Shaab, please let me go. Baby is suspicious and has started asking awkward 
questions,” Mala pleaded. 

“When will you come again?” chacha asked.  

“As soon as I can without making her suspicious,” Mala said. 

I ran back to my room. I picked up a book and without reading stared at it when 
Mala came. 

“Where were you?” I said, “Get me a glass of water.” 

Without answering my question she went to fetch a glass of water for me. I also 
did not press her for an answer. After that day I never questioned her about her 
absence. Mala was quick to take advantage of it and many times returned after 
one and a half to two hours. 

That night I masturbated fantasizing that chacha was fucking me and not Mala. 
After that day it became sort of a routine to rub my choot daily at least once 
before sleeping. 

Whenever Mala disappeared I followed her and rubbed my cunt while I watching 
chacha fucking her. After that first day I stopped wearing panties as they came in 
the way while masturbating.  

One afternoon chacha asked her to suck his cock. She started to suck his cock 
immediately and when he came swallowed his cum. 

Apparently she relished swallowing his cum. 

On another occasion I saw her on all fours and chacha getting ready to fuck her 
doggy style.  

“Shaab, dheere se daalna (Shaab, insert your cock gently),” Mala begged. 
Chacha continued to press. 

“AAAAWWWWAAA,” Mala screamed as chacha’s cock disappeared into Mala 
from behind. 

“Relax, it won’t hurt any more. Mera lund teri gaand main hai (My cock is already 
inside your ass hole),” chacha said starting the fuck motion.  

"Pata nahin shaab, aap jab bhi meri gaand maarte hain tau bahut dard hota hai, 
(Shaab, I don’t know why but it pains whenever you fuck me in my ass hole),” 
Mala groaned.

Suddenly it dawn on me that chacha was not fucking Mala doggy style but 
fucking her in her ass hole. Mala groaned as chacha moved his cock in and out 
of her puckered hole. Chacha’s tempo became faster and his strokes harder. 

“OH YESSSSSSS,” he yelled in ecstasy and filled Mala’s gaand (ass hole) with 
his cum.  

The next important event took place about two months later. They were resting 
after a fuck. “Baby is growing into quite a sexy girl,” chacha said. 

When I heard my name my heart missed a beat or two. I had become taller and 
slimmer. My boobs had also grown bigger. 

“Shame on you,” Mala laughed, “She is your niece.”

“Bhatijion ki kya choot nahin hoti? (Don’t nieces have cunts?)” chacha chuckled. 

“Haan aur woh usse chudwati bhi hain (Yes and they get it fucked also),” Mala 
giggled. 

“How is Baby’s cunt? You must have seen it,” chacha asked. 

“It hairless and very sweet,” Mala laughed. Chacha sighed loudly. 

“Kya aap usse chodna chahate hain (Do you want to fuck her?” Mala asked. 

“You think she’ll agree?” chacha asked.  

“Every girl at her age wants to get fucked,” Mala said. 

“Can you get her for me?” chacha asked. 

“Of course, anytime,” Mala said. 

“Bring her to my bed and leave the rest to me,” chacha chuckled. 

“Isn’t she a bit too young?” Mala asked. 

“There is a different technique to fuck girls of Baby’s age,” chacha chuckled. 

“Alright I’ll do my best but on one condition,” Mala said. 

“What is the condition?” chacha asked. 

“Aap usski gaand nahin maarenge (You will not fuck her in the ass hole),” Mala 
said. 

“You drive a hard bargain,” chacha laughed, “Okay, how long will it take?” 

“I don’t know,” Mala said, “but I’ll try to hurry it up.” 

That night I lay in bed imagining chacha’s cock going in and out of my choot and 
masturbated several times. Suddenly, I thought, “Chacha mujhe chodenge 
kaisse? Unka laurda meri choti si choot main kaisse gussega? (How will chacha 
fuck me? How will his big cock go into my small choot?)”  

I was so disturbed by this thought that I cried myself to sleep. 

In the next two day nothing unusual happened. On the third day when I came 
back from school, Mala said, “Baby, I am noticing that you need a good scrub. 
Today I’ll bathe you.”

“Yes, I’d love it,” I replied. I sensed that this was the first step to chacha’s bed 
and cock.

She soaped my body paying special attention to my boobs. “Your titties are 
growing nicely,” she said moving her finger tips on the nipples of my ping pong 
ball sized boobs. 

“Oh Mala don’t,” I whispered, “It tickles.” 

“Where does it tickle?” she asked with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. I blushed 
and remained silent. 

“Choot main tickli hoti hai na? (It tickles in your cunt, doesn’t it?)” she giggled. 

I nodded turning beet root red. She laughed. While drying me she pressed my 
boobs and rubbed the towel between my slit. 

“Oh Mala,” I moaned as the towel dried my clit. 

After three days she gave me a bath again. “Did I tell you that your boobs are 
very beautiful,” she said squeezing them gently. I nodded blushing. 

“Oh I must kiss them,” she said and taking one and then the other nipple in her 
mouth kissed and suckled them. 

“Oh Mala,” I moaned. 

“It feels nice, doesn’t it?” Mala chuckled. 

“Oh yesss, but it tickles down…” I stopped looking away confused and blushed 
beet root red. 

“Kya choot main khuzli hoti hai? (Does it make your cunt itch?)” she chuckled 
running her fingers through my slit. 

“Mala, please don’t touch me there,” I begged. 

“It doesn’t matter. We are both girls,” she replied rubbing and pressing my choot. 

“Oh, oh,” I moaned. 

“Do you touch your choot?” Mala asked. 

“No never,” I lied. 

“Darling, you’ll enjoy this,” she said squeezing my clit between her thumb and 
forefinger. 

“OH MALA,” I shouted jumping six inches. 

“Shh softly, somebody might hear you,” she warned and continued to masturbate 
me, “Relax, I’ll give you such pleasure that you have never felt before.” 

“Teri choot bardi sunder hai. Woh aadmi barda naseeb wala hoga jo isse 
chodega (Your cunt is very sweet. It will be a lucky man who will fuck it),” she 
said kissing my tits.   

“You know what fucking means,” she asked rubbing my choot. 

“Yes,” I murmured softly. 

“Does my finger feel nice?” Mala asked. 

“Oh Mala, it feel heavenly,” I moaned. 

“Baby, it’ll get better and better,” Mala said and alternated between rubbing my 
choot and squeezing my clit. 

“Oh stop. I feel that I am about to piss,” I said trying to free myself. 

“Don’t fight it. Let it come,” she said rubbing my choot faster. 

“OH I CAN’T STOP IT ANYLONGER. I AM GOING TO PISS. OHHH 
MALLLAAAAA,” I screamed softly as I came. 

Mala smiled and continued till I had released my cunt juices three times. “Have 
you ever felt anything like this?” Mala chuckled. 

“No never,” I gasped, “It was fantastic.” 

Mala’s fingers gave me more pleasure than my own. I started looking forward to 
Mala giving me a bath. Once it so happened that Mala had not fingered my cunt 
for a week. 

“Mala, please give me a bath,” I requested her. 

“Baby, some other day,” she said, “I am busy.” 

“Mala you have not given me bath for a week,” I said making a face. 

“You miss my touching you,” she chuckled. 

I blushed and looked at my toes. “Come, I’ll give you a bath,” she laughed. 

That day she made me cum again and again till I cried, “Oh stop, I can’t take it 
anymore.” 

That afternoon I slept like a log and I am sure Mala lay in chacha’s bed all 
afternoon telling him why I was sleeping. 

About a fortnight later, one night there was lightning accompanied by thunder 
and torrential rain. My parents were about to go out. “Mummy, please don’t go 
out,” I pleaded, “I am so scared.” 

Just then it thundered loudly. “Oh mummy, it is thundering again,” I said hugging 
her and began to cry. 

“Baby, your daddy’s boss has invited us. We have to go,” mummy said, “I’ll tell 
you what Mala will stay with you.” 

“Will Mala sleep in my room?” I asked. Mala looked at mummy. 

“Yes, if you want her to,” mummy said. 

It was my bed time. The storm still raged. I lay in bed trying to sleep and Mala lay 
on the floor next to me. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning accompanied by 
a clap of thunder. 

“Oh Mala, sleep with me,” I yelled, “I am scared.” 

Mala got into my bed. The storm had abated. Mala was breathing regularly but I 
could not sleep. I took her hand and rubbed my choot with it. 

“You naughty girl, you want me to finger you,” Mala chuckled yawning. 

“Oh please,” I begged. 

Mala kissed me on the lips and forcing her tongue into my mouth sucked my 
tongue while she undid the buttons of my pajama top. Then she kissing my neck 
and reached my boobs. The nipples of my tits hardened. She kissed and suckled 
the hard nipples. 

Then she kissed her way southwards. Suddenly she pulled off my pajamas and 
positioning herself between my legs bent forward and kissed my choot. 

“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I yelped as I was taken by complete surprise. 

“Shh just lie back and enjoy,” she said, “Let me do what I want.” 

I closed my eyes and lay back. She licked from my ass hole to my clit and back.  

"Oh MALA, go on it feels sooo good," she said placing her hands behind her 
head and pressing it against my cunt. 

She stopped to catch her breath.  

“OH MALA, DON’T STOP,” I screamed, “I’M LOVING IT.”

She plunged again between my quivering thighs.  

She spread the lips of my choot and started licking vigorously. I moaned. She 
took my clit in her mouth and bit on it lightly. 

“OH MALA, DON’T STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM,” I shouted.  

Mala sucked my clit. Suddenly an orgasm hit me.  

“OH MALA, I AMMM CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG,” I screamed and to my 
surprise Mala licked the warm flow from my cunt. 

She continued to suck my cunt till I came half a dozen times. “Did you enjoy 
yourself?” she panted. 

“Oh Mala, it was heavenly,” I said gasping for breath, “I don’t think there could be 
any pleasure greater than what I have just felt.” 

“There is one,” Mala said. 

“What is it?” I asked. 

“Chudai (Fucking),” Mala replied peering into my eyes. 

“You know what fucking is?” she asked. I nodded turning red. 

“Kya tune pahele kissi se chudwaya hai? (Has someone fucked you before?) 
Mala asked.

“No, what is it like?” I asked blushing. 

“Words cannot describe it. You must experience it,” Mala said. 

“Mujhe kaun chodega? (Who will fuck me?)” I lamented. 

“I know of a man who is keen to fuck you,” Mala said. 

“You do? Who is it?” I asked knowing well that it is chacha. 

“First say that you want to be fucked,” Mala said. 

End of part 3

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