PUSSIES GALORE 

(Part 7)

By Sahebji

I repeat the last few lines on the 6th part:

Mary watched over me while I ate. When I took a second helping of the dessert 
Mary excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom. Ten minutes later 
when she came out of the bathroom she had changed into her nightshirt and was 
ready for bed. 

“Gopal, can you and Mary do me a favor,” I asked. 

“Just name it,” Gopal said. 

“I would like you to fuck Mary so that I can watch at close quarters,” I said. 

“Y…Y...You want see what?” Mary said turning red. 

“I want to see you two fucking from close,” I repeated. 

Now for the 7th part:

“B…But…” Mary stuttered.

“You heard Queenie,” Gopal grinned and catching her by the ankles pulled her to 
the edge of the bed, “She wants to see how I fuck a fair skinned blonde whore.” 

“No please, let me go,” Mary protested feebly. 

“Shut up, slut and show Queenie your blonde haired cunt,” he said bending her 
legs at the knees and pressing them on her big breasts, “Queenie, look how big 
this whore’s fuck hole is.” 

Mary was not wearing panties. 

“Gopal, I want you to fuck her not abuse Mary,” I pleaded. 

“No let him. It turns me on,” Mary giggled. Gopal unzipped his pants and his cock 
sprang to attention. 

“Jesus! Oh don’t fuck me. Your cock is very large,” Mary exclaimed cringing, “I’ll 
die of pain.”

“You whore, making excuses won’t help you. Today I am going to fuck you silly,” 
Gopal snarled and rammed the whole length of his cock into Mary’s open cunt in 
one hard stroke. 

“OOOWWWAAA,” Mary gasped, “Ohhhh that feels good.”

Then Gopal started to fuck her shouting, “Slut, take this,” “You want more, 
whore? Then take this,” etc with each stroke. 

“Oh y…hes”, “Harder Gopal harder,” etc,” Mary responded encouraging Gopal to 
fuck her harder. 

Mary’s big boobs rolled and pitched with each stroke. I bent down and saw 
Gopal’s big cock moving in and out, like a huge piston, in Mary’s cunt. Mary’s 
bottoms began to move up and down keeping perfect rhythm with Gopal’s hard 
strokes. 

 “GO ON DON’T STOP I AM NEARLY THERE,” Mary shouted moving her hips 
furiously. 

Gopal was now humping her with short hard strokes. Her body trembled against 
Gopal’s body and her breath came in gasps. Suddenly she threw her head back 
and body rose to meet Gopal’s downward stroke. 

“JESUS! OH OHHH OHHHH I AM COMMMIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG,” Mary 
yelled and fell back gasping for breath. 

Gopal kept stroking her cunt. Few strokes later shoving his cock deep inside her, 
he shouted, “YOU SLUT, YOU HAVE MADE ME CUM,” and lay panting on top of 
Mary. 

Soon Gopal withdrew his cock, covered with Mary’s and his cum, from Mary’s 
cunt. Mary sat up and took Gopal’s cock in her mouth to clean it. Gopal’s cock 
started to grow big again as Mary sucked it clean. 

“Queenie, would you like to see me fuck this fair skinned bitch again?” he asked. 

Before I could reply Mary said, “No, you horny man, Queenie requires her rest.” 

“Gopal, some other time,” I said kindly, “I am feeling sleepy.” 

“As you wish,” Gopal said putting his cock inside his trousers and zipping up. 

He pushed the food trolley into the passage and switching off the light, said, 
“Good night and sleep tight,” and left. 

“Now you tell me about your first time,” I said snuggling up to Mary. 

Mary laughed, “I thought you were tired.” 

“I fibbed,” I giggled, “I wanted to hear your story before I really got tired.” 

MARY’S STORY

When I was as old as you then the Stuarts were our neighbors. They had twin 
boys, William and Harry. They were two years older than me. I was a tomboy and 
used to hang out with them. The summer of the year in which I turned thirteen 
was unusually hot. I had never liked wearing panties and the heat gave me an 
excuse not to wear them. 

One afternoon we three were together when Harry spotted a haystack in the 
fields of the Morgan farm. 

“Hey guys, what do you say,” Harry said, “Lets romp in the haystack.” 

The field was deserted. We all agreed and jumping over the fence reached the 
haystack. 

It was a simple game. Two of us would hide in the haystack and the third would 
try to pull us out. While playing I felt their hands on my pussy several times but 
thought that they had touched it by accident. I was so engrossed in the game that 
I did not notice their bulging crotches. I did not see them exchanging meaningful 
glances also. 

Suddenly Harry caught my shoulder and pressed my upper body down and 
William caught hold of my ankles and separating them got between them. I 
started to struggle when I realized that they planned to rape me.

William with his cock out was pushing wildly between my legs. I tried to scream 
but couldn’t because Harry had placed his hand on my mouth. William missed 
several times. 

“Stay still, you bitch,” William hissed and pushed again. 

This time his aim was on the target. I screamed as his cock tearing my virginity 
entered my cunt and started the in and out movement. Soon the pain was 
replaced by a pleasure I had never felt before. I let them do what they wanted 
because I was enjoying myself. They took turns and fucked me several times. 

“If you want to stay alive then not a word to anyone about this,” William 
threatened. 

I nodded.

“If you tell anyone then we’ll kill you,” Harry hissed.

I didn’t tell anyone. Not because I was scared of them but because I enjoyed 
what they did. 

The twins started fucking me regularly. 

They would call me names like slut, bitch and whore. Then undress me and 
squeeze my breasts, which were quite big for my age, with hard nipples in the 
centre of large brown areolas. Then they would finger fuck my hairless pussy 
before fucking me. 

They fucked me for over two years then my parents moved. After that I fucked 
many boys and men,” Mary giggled ending her story. 

“Since when is Gopal fucking you,” I asked.

“Since six months,” Mary replied. 

“Tell me how did it happen?” I asked. 

“There is not much to tell. I once saw him fucking Shanti. His big cock turned me 
on. One day I walked into his room. He was masturbating. 

“Can my cunt be of any service to you?” I asked raising my skirt. As usual I was 
not wearing panties. 

Gopal didn’t waste time. He grabbed me and fucked me with hard strokes. It was 
the most satisfying fuck of all the fucks I had had. 

“Is he still fucking Shanti?” I enquired. 

“I don’t know for sure. I think they have had a fight.” Mary replied raising my 
nightshirt and caressing my cunt, 

“Oh you are tickling me,” I giggled. 

“Queenie, do you masturbate?” she asked. 

“What is that?” I asked. 

“To achieve an orgasm with your fingers,” she explained. 

“What is an orgasm?” I asked. 

“I’ll show you,” Mary said and pushing my nightshirt to my waist and spreading 
my legs crouched between them. 

“What are you going to do?” I asked nervously. 

“Make you experience an orgasm,” Mary said, “Relax and enjoy.” 

Mary separated my lower lips and started to lick. 

“Oh Mary don’t,” I said, “It is dirty.” 

“Shh,” Mary said and buried her face between my open thighs. I moaned as 
Mary’s tongue licked between my slit.

“Oh Mary, it feels good,” I moaned placing my hands behind Mary’s head and 
pressing it to my pussy. 

Mary’s tongue went up and down my crack producing sensations which I had 
never felt before. Mary continued to lick until my breath came in gasps. Mary 
grasped my hips and taking my eleven year old clit her mouth sucked it. 

“Oh Mary, don’t stop,” I moaned, “I love it.”

I licked her until her breath was rasping in short gasps. My hips moved up and 
down in fuck motion. 

“OH MARY, GO ON. DON’T STOP, OH OHHH,” I shouted.

Suddenly Mary let go of my clit and inserted her tongue into my cunt and moved 
it in and out. 

“MARY, STOP IT IS HURTING,” I screamed. 

Immediately Mary left my quivering thighs and began to suck my clit. The new 
sensation became more intense. I felt as if I wanted to pee.  

I didn’t know then but I was approaching my first orgasm. “MARY STOP. I AM 
ABOUT TO PEE,” I yelled.

Mary licked me harder.   

Suddenly my body arched and throwing back my head I screamed, “OH MARY, I 
CAN’T HOLD IT BACK. I MUST GO…OH OHHH OHHHHHH,” I shouted and fell 
back gasping for breath. 

I had never felt such a wonderful sensation before. I lay with my eyes closed 
savoring this new feeling. 

Mary continued to suck my clit till I felt the new sensation four times. 

“How was it?” Mary panted hugging me. 

“Oh Mary, it was fantastic,” I cried, “I have never felt such a beautiful feeling 
before. What is it called?” 

“It is called an orgasm,” Mary said and went on to explain the process of 
reproduction, masturbation etc. 

“Why did it hurt me when you inserted your tongue in my cunt?” I asked. 

“Because my tongue rubbed against the torn edges of your hymen ruptured by 
Gopal’s cock.” 

“Mary, did you feel any pleasure?” I asked. 

“Oh you sweet thing, you always think of others. They say that there is more 
pleasure in giving than in receiving,” Mary said turning her back to me, “Now go 
to sleep.”  

“But…” I began. 

“No buts go to sleep now,” she repeated, “Madam will be back soon.”  

I rested for two days then Gopal and I went for a walk as usual. We stopped at 
the Caretaker’s cottage very often and indulge in my new found pleasure. .

Except fucking me Gopal was willing to give me pleasure in every way. He would 
sit me on his lap and press and squeeze my clit till I came or eat my pussy if I so 
desired.

Whenever I asked Gopal to fuck me he always refused, saying, “I have promised 
Mary not to fuck you.” 

“But I have already lost my cherry,” I cried, “No one will know.” 

“I will know,” Gopal would reply. 

Sometimes Gopal permitted me to play with his erect cock. One evening, I said, 
“Gopal, show me how your cum looks like.” 

Gopal began to masturbate. I watched as Gopal began to masturbate.   

He moved his foreskin up and down while I watched. At first his hand moved 
slowly then picked up pace. He closed his eyes as he neared his orgasm. 

“OH I AM ABOUT TO CUM,” he moaned. 

I moved my head above his cock to see the cum spurting out of the small hole in 
his cockhead better. 

“OHHHHHHH,” he said and starting squirting his cum. 

“OH MY GOD,” I exclaimed backing off as the first spurt hit my eye. I couldn’t see 
what happened.

We laughed as he wiped my face with a tissue. 

“Do it again,” I said, “I couldn’t see because I was blinded by your cum.” 

“Okay, but you’ll have to wait till I get hard again,” Gopal said. 

I had seen Mary making his cock hard many times. “I’ll make it hard,” I said 
taking his flaccid cock in my mouth. 

“Queenie, no don’t do that,” he said. 

“Have you promised Mary that you will not put your cock in my mouth?” I asked. 

“No but….” He began but I interrupted him. 

“Then shut up and let me do what I want,” I said sternly.   

I sucked his cock. When he was about to cum he said, “Queenie, stop. I am 
about to cum.” 

I grasped his cock harder and continued to suck. 

“NO QUEENIE NO OHHH OHHHH,” he moaned and shot his load into my 
mouth. 

The first spurt nearly choked me but I recovered. I swallowed as hard as could 
but some of it escaped from the corners of my mouth and ran down my cheeks. 

“How was I?” I asked grinning shyly. 

“You were great,” Gopal said hugging me. 

After that we licked and sucked nearly everyday. 

Once day I asked Gopal, “Kya tum ab bhi Shanti ko chodete ho? (Do you still 
fuck Shanti?)” 

I had learnt all the dirty words like lund, choot, chudai, gaand etc from Gopal 
during our sex games. 

“Shanti? Who told you?” he asked. 

“Mary was telling me that she saw you fucking Shanti,” I said. 

“That bitch, she can’t keep anything in her stomach,” Gopal said more to himself 
than to me. 

“You have not answered my question,” I persisted. 

“No, she wouldn’t let me,” Gopal replied, “She says fuck me or fuck Mary not 
both.” 

“What does Mary say,” I asked. 

“She couldn’t care less as long she gets her share of my cock,” he said. 

“When did you fuck Shanti for the first time?” I asked. 

“Over ten years ago,” he replied. 

“How did it start?” I asked. 

“When we joined service your daddy used to give us half a day off in a month,” 
Gopal said, “logically we should have taken it on different days but Shanti was 
scared that she might get lost. So we took our holiday together. We walked 
around, shopped and the evening ended by going to a Hindi movie. Once it so 
happened I bought tickets for an English movie by mistake. It was a love story 
and contained lot of kissing and fucking.” 

“Did they show fucking in the movie?” I asked incredulously. 

“Not exactly but by inference for example a couple would get into bed and the 
camera would focus on a picture of a couple in close embrace but the creaking of 
the bed could be heard or they would show the mattress going up and down etc,” 
Gopal explained. 

“Then what happened?” I prompted. 

“Your parents went out the following night and we were alone. You were then a 
year old and fast asleep in your crib. 

“Gopal, tune kissi aurat ko pahele choda hai (Gopal, have you fucked a woman 
before?)” she asked. Shanti was a widow and I was a bachelor. 

”Arre main ne abhi tak kissi ki choot tak nahin dekhi (I haven’t even seen a cunt 
up till now),” I laughed.  

“Kya tu mujhe chodega? (Will you fuck me?)” Shanti asked lifting her sari. 

My cock was already hard and when I unzipped my fly it sprang out. 

“Gopal, tera lund tau bahut barda hai (Gopal, your cock is huge),” she whispered 
in awe. 

She lay down on the floor next to your crib and lifted her sari above her waist 
giving me a clear view of her freshly shaven choot. “Gopal ab mujhe chod (Now 
fuck me),” she said. 

I got on top of her. She took my erection in hand and guiding my cock to her 
choot hole, said, “Dhire se gusserd (Insert it gently).” 

I pushed gently. 

“AAHHHH,” she sighed loudly as my cock slid into her wet cunt. 

Since that day we fucked whenever we were alone. She sucked my cock and 
taught me how to eat pussy. One day she wanted me to fuck her in her ass hole. 
At first I refused but after some persuasion I fucked her in her back side. I loved 
it. 

When we shifted here Mary came to work here. I was quite taken by the color of 
her skin and hair. She was also half Shanti’s age. I wanted to fuck her. One 
afternoon I was thinking of Mary and masturbating when she walked in and 
offered her choot to me. 

For couple of months I fucked them both. One day Shanti caught me with my 
cock in Mary’s honey pot. She didn’t say anything then but the next morning she 
gave me an ultimatum, “Fuck me or that fair skinned bitch.” 

I chose Mary.  

One afternoon, nearly two years later, mummy said, “Queenie, you are a big girl 
now and I think you should not go for walks with Gopal.” 

She was right I had grown up. I was taller, my body had filled out and my boobs 
had grown quite a bit. 

“Why shouldn’t I? I’ll go with Gopal or not at all,” I said obstinately. 

“Queenie, please listen to reason,” mummy said. I flatly refused. 

“Alright, at least let Mary accompany you,” she suggested. 

“I don’t mind if she comes along as long as Gopal is with me,” I said. 

On the first day that Mary accompanied us on the walk, I said, “Gopal, we are 
going straight to the Caretaker’s cottage and you are going to fuck me.” 

“No. I have told you are very young,” Gopal said. 

“Queenie, he is right,” Mary said. 

“Mary, you lost your cherry at the age of thirteen then why can’t I get fucked. I am 
over thirteen,” I said. 

“But they were fifteen year old boys. Their cocks were no where near the size of 
Gopal’s cock,” Mary said. 

“You were a virgin and I am not. Doesn’t that work in my favor,” I said. 

“Gopal, she is right. We’ll try putting your cock in her cunt today,” Mary said. 

When we reached the cottage Mary took charge. 

“Gopal, you lie down with your cock hard and pointing towards the ceiling,” she 
instructed Gopal, “Queenie, you take off your panties and squatting on Gopal and 
impale your cunt gently on Gopal’s erection.” 

We followed her instruction. “Be careful do not sit on his cock too fast. Let me 
help you,” Mary said placing her hands under my hips. 

“Don’t worry, I learnt my lesson couple of years back,” I giggled. 

Mary lowered me slowly on Gopal’s cock. 

“Oooooo,” I gasped as his cockhead entered my cunt. 

“Slowly does it. There is no hurry,” Mary said. 

Nearly half of Gopal’s cock had entered my cunt. Mary lowered me further. 

“OWW, STOP IT IS HURTING,” I shouted. 

“Move up and down on his cock,” Mary said stopping. 

I did what she said. Soon I was comfortable. When three fourth of Gopal’s cock 
was inside my thirteen year old cunt, Mary said, “This enough for the first day. 
Gopal turn her over and fuck her with shallow strokes. Do not penetrate any 
deeper.”

Then Mary stood near the window keeping watch.

Gopal nodded and turning me over started to stroke my cunt with slow regular 
strokes. 

“At last you are being fucked,” Mary tittered. 

I nodded and smiled happily. 

It wasn’t long before the pleasurable feeling spread through my body. “Oh 
Gopal,” I moaned. 

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Mary giggled. 

“Y…hes, very nice,” I moaned. 

Gopal continued to pump my cunt. The feeling of pleasure increased with each in 
and out movement. I held Gopal tightly to me and my hips began to move up and 
down. Gopal was stroking me faster. 

“Y…HES FASTER GOPAL FASTER,” I shouted. 

To my utter surprise Gopal with a loud “OH OHHHHH,” shot his load inside my 
cunt and lay panting on top of me. 

“GOPAL, WHY HAVE YOU STOPPED. I WAS ABOUT TO CUM,” I cried with 
tears in my eyes. 

“Sorry Queenie, I couldn’t help it. Your cunt is very tight. It felt like I was fucking a 
vice,” Gopal said apologetically. 

“Queenie, Gopal will fuck you as soon as he is hard,” Mary said soothingly. 

“Oh why don’t you suck his cock and make him hard?” I suggested. 

Mary took Gopal’s limp cock in her mouth and sucked. A minute later it was hard 
as a rock. 

“AAAAHHHH,” I moaned as Gopal’s hard cock slid into my hungry cunt. 

Gopal began stroking my cunt afresh. The good feeling I felt before returned. I 
was on the boil again. My hips were moving in rhythm of his strokes. I wrapped 
my legs around his body. 

“GO ON DON’T STOP. I AM NEARLY THERE OHHHH OHHHH I AM 
CUMMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGGGG,” I screamed gasping for breath. 

Gopal continued to hump me without missing a stroke. After ten minutes or so I 
was on he boil again. 

“OH GOPAL, IT FEELS SOOO NICE,” I moaned. 

Our bodies were moving as one. Gopal was fucking me now with faster and 
harder strokes. With each stroke I felt his going deeper and deeper into my cunt. 

“Y…HES GO ON DO NOT STOP,” I yelled. 

Suddenly with a loud grunt he shoved his cock deep inside my cunt and lay still 
on me. I felt blobs of his hot sperm filling my cunt. 

This triggered of my orgasm. 

“OH OHHHHHHH GOOOPPPPAAAAAAAALLLLLL,” I screamed as I threw my 
hips about nearly unseating Gopal. 

For few minutes we lay still savoring the sensations we had just experienced 
together. 

“Get up,” Mary said, “Before somebody comes this way.” 

“Queenie, how did you enjoy your first fuck?” Mary asked hugging me. 

“Oh Mary, it was fantastic,” I said gushing with happiness, “Thank you Gopal.” 

After that Gopal fucked us both and licked our cunts and we sucked his cock and 
swallowed his cum. This went on for nearly two years. 

When I was fifteen then one evening at dinner daddy said, “Queenie, your 
mummy and I have decided that you should continue your studies in India.”

I protested but daddy gave me umpteen reasons without mentioning the real 
reason. They were scared that some boy might pop the cherry of their only 
daughter. Little did they know that they were locking the stable after the horse 
had already bolted. 

Two months later I arrived in India and moved in with my bua (aunt- father’s 
sister). My phoopha (uncle- bua’a husband) was well off but not as rich as my 
father. He owned a hardware shop in the old city and my bua worked in an office. 

They lived in a flat with Manu, their only son. The flat consisted of two bedrooms 
with attached bathroom, drawing cum dining room with an attached toilet, kitchen 
and stores etc. Manu vacated his room for me. At night he slept in the drawing 
cum dining room and used his parent’s bathroom. 

Manu was about my age. He was tall, handsome and well built. We went to the 
same school and were in the same class. As we were in the same class we 
studied together. Our study desks faced each other. 

Couple of months later, one day while studying I noticed that Manu was more 
interested in peeping inside my blouse than his books. I decided to have some 
fun at his expense.  

A few days later after we had finished doing our home work, Manu said,”Roma, I 
am going to Batra’s do you want anything.” 

Batra was name of the lending library we used to patronize. “No, I am still 
reading the book I borrowed the other day,” I replied. 

This was the opportunity I was looking for. I rushed to my room and took off my 
bra and panties. Then opening the top two buttons of my blouse I lay down on 
the sofa in the drawing room to read the book I had borrowed. 

Half an hour later Manu returned and with a cursory glance towards me sat down 
to read a book. After sometime I pretended to fall asleep but watched him 
covertly. He didn’t even notice that I was asleep. 

I had to draw his attention to me. I turned. The book I was reading fell to the floor 
with a loud thud. Manu looked up. I again changed my position mumbling. My tits 
nearly fell out of my blouse.  

I saw that while reading he kept glancing towards me. Then he couldn’t resist a 
good look. He got up and tried to peep into my blouse. He tried looking from 
different angles but still could not get a clear view of my breasts. He reached out 
nervously to move my lapel which was in the way.  

“Oh it is so warm,” I muttered and raising one knee. My skirt to rode up to my 
thighs and my choot was visible. 

Manu bent down and tried to look up my skirt. He could not see clearly. He 
fetched a torch and tried again. At this point I ‘woke’ up. 

“Manu, what are you doing?” I asked getting angry. 

“Nothing, nothing,” he said nervously turning deep red. 

“What is the torch for? Oh my God! You were trying to look up my skirt,” I asked 
catching him by his ear,

“No, no, I wasn’t. It is a lie,” he said with beads of perspiration appearing on his 
forehead. 

“Please explain what were looking for with the torch,” I said twisting his ears. 

“I was looking for my pencil which I had dropped,” he explained nervously. 

“You are a liar. Were you looking for your pencil up my skirt?” I said sarcastically, 
“Okay Manu, you tell this to bua when she comes home.” 

“Please don’t tell her. She will kill me,” Manu begged. 

“I will not tell her if you promise to do what I say,” I said. 

“Yes, yes, I’ll do anything that you say,” Manu said quickly. 

“Come into my room,” I said leading the way. He followed meekly. 

“Meri chuchiyan dekhna chahata tha na (You wanted to see my tits),” I asked 
smiling. 

“No, no,” he said taking a step backwards. 

“Liar,” I laughed and opening my blouse added, “Take a good look but no 
touching.” 

Manu got an instant hard on. The bulge in his pants promised a nice sized cock. 
My choot became wet and longed for a fuck. 

“Enough,” I said, “buttoning my blouse. 

Manu was panting with excitement. 

“Kya ab tu meri choot dehkna chahata hai? (Do you want to see my cunt?)” I 
giggled. 

Manu didn’t say anything. “I see that you are not interested in seeing my cunt,” I 
said, “Then let’s go back.” 

“No, no, I am very interested to see your choot,” he said hastily. 

“I thought as much,” I laughed, “I’ll show you my cunt if you show me your cock.” 

He hesitated. I turned to leave. 

“Wait, don’t go,” he cried, unzipping his fly and taking out his hard erect cock. It 
was no patch on Gopal’s cock but it was a cock. 

“Oooo, it is nice,” I said taking it in my hand and moving it’s foreskin up and 
down. A big drop of precum appeared at the tip of his cock. 

“Roma, ab tu apni choot dikha (Roma, now show your cunt),” he said blushing. 

I lifted my skirt above my waist. “Here you can look but no touching,” I said lifting 
my skirt above my waist. 

He looked at my choot from different angles but could not see what he wanted. 
He reached out and separated my cunt lips. 

“Hey, I said no touching,” I said dropping my skirt. 

“Phir tune mera lund kyoon chua (Then why did you touch my cock),” he said 
boldly, “Raise you skirt.” 

I raised my skirt and asked, “Manu, kya tu mujhe chodega? (Manu, would you 
like to fuck me?)” 

Manu looked at me strangely. Suddenly he pushed me on to the bed and getting 
on top of me began to ram his cock wildly at my choot. 

“Manu, stop, you are hurting me,” I said. 

When he ceased pushing I took his cock in my hand and with one deft movement 
inserted it my choot. Oh it was nice to feel a hard cock in my cunt again. 

“How do you find my choot?” I asked. 

“Oh it is hot like an oven,” he said. 

“Ab mujhe dheere dheere chod (Now fuck me slowly),” I said. He started the in 
and out movement. 

After that day we fucked daily. I taught him to eat pussy and I sucked his cock. 

“My friends, this is my story,” Roma giggled. 

“No one else has fucked you other than these two gentlemen here,” Saaima 
asked. 

“Yes, that is so,” Roma replied. 

“That means your ass hole cherry is in tact,” Lila observed. 

“Yes, but I think not for long,” Roma tittered. 

“Roma, lick ma’am’s choot,” Saaima said, “Saheb, will you do the honors or 
Ramu?” 

“Let’s flip a coin to decide,” I suggested. 

“It is of no use,” Ramu said, “Saheb, always wins.” 

Lila tossed a coin in the air. 

“Heads,” Ramu called. 

“Its tails,” Lila said, “Saheb, you win.” 

“I told you,” Ramu lamented. 

Roma crouched on all fours between Rosie’s spread thighs. Nisha handed over 
the tube of vaseline. I smeared Vaseline liberally on Roma’s puckered hole and 
on my cock. Then placing the cock on her rear door pressed for entry. 

“Oh it is hurting,” Roma groaned. I felt her ass hole opening. I redoubled my 
efforts. 

“OH SAHEB STOP. IT IS HURTING. STOP,” Roma shrieked. 

Her ass hole was giving way. “AAAAAAAYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEEE,” Roma 
screamed as her sphincter snapped open and my cock entered her virgin ass 
hole. 

Roma groaned as I moved my cock in and out of her puckered hole. “Roma, 
don’t forget to lick Rosie ma’am’s cunt,” Faiza reminded. 

“Give me minute to catch my breath,” Roma begged.

A minute later Roma began to lick and tongue fuck Rosie’s choot while I 
continued to fuck her in her as hole. Her ass hole was very tight. I didn’t last long 
and filled her rear hole with my seed. 

As soon as I withdrew from her rear door Ramu entered. 

“OOOWWWWAAAAAAA, IT HURTS,” Roma shouted. 

Ramu laughed and began the in and out movement. 

“OH ROMA GO ON DO NOT STOP. OH OHHH I AMMM CUMMMIIINNGGGG,” 
Rosie yelled as she flooded Roma’s mouth with cum. 

“OH RAMU,” Roma moaned as Ramu fucked her butt rubbing her choot 
simultaneously. Few minutes later both Roma and Ramu came together. 

“How was it?” Lila asked. 

“I liked it,” Roma giggled blushing sweetly. 

It was ten o’clock when we entered our cottage. We fucked both our slaves a 
couple times before sleeping. In the morning the choots of Susan and Roma did 
duty again. 

We reached cottage no. 20 at ten for breakfast. How was the night?” Lila giggled. 
“Oh it was fantastic,” Susan sighed. 

“Roma, what about your night?” Nisha asked. 

“Oh it couldn’t have been better,” Roma giggled. 

After breakfast we fucked Rosie. Then we all went to the beach for a swim. 

After lunch we adjourned to our cottage with our slaves and screwed them till tea 
time. 

At five we gathered again in cottage no. 20. “What do we do now?” Faiza asked. 

“Let’s go to the movies,” Ramu proposed. 

“No,” Suman said making a face, “You’ll make me suck your cock again.” 

We all laughed.

“Let us do something different,” Rosie said.  

“Any suggestions?” Lila said. 

“Let’s eat dinner in town,” Nisha suggested. 

“Capital idea,” I said, “I know a quaint little place which serves the most delicious 
local dishes.” 

“Do they have private rooms in which we can eat?” Faiza asked winking at 
Ramu. 

“Of course, my dear,” Ramu said with a naughty twinkle in his eyes, “Suman can 
easily suck our cocks between courses.” 

“I won’t suck your cocks,” Suman said blushing. 

“Suman, no one will know,” Ramu said teasing her. 

“If you insist then I won’t come with you,” Suman said with tears welling up in her 
eyes. 

“Don’t cry, big tits, there are no private rooms,” I said, “They are joking.” 

We all laughed. 

After dinner we again assembled in cottage no. 20. After undressing we sat in a 
circle to hear the stories of Suman and Faiza our slaves for the next twenty four 
hours. 

“Who will start?” Saaima asked. 

“Let Suman begin,” Faiza suggested.

SUMAN’S STORY:

“Suman, it your turn to tell us how you lost her virginity,” Lila said. 

“My story is not as interesting as Roma’s,” Suman said. 

“Suman, don’t be a spoil sport,” Faiza said, “Just think back and tell us what 
comes into your mind.” 

“Yeah every little detail connected with losing your cherry,” Susan giggled. 

“All right, the first thing that comes to my mind is that Sahebji was responsible for 
the loss of my virginity,” Suman said. 

“Hey! How can I be responsible when we met only a couple of days back,” I 
protested. 

“We have read your stories,” Nisha giggled, “We know how fast you work.” 

“Yeah, you could have deflowered Suman on the first day itself without our 
knowing it,” Roma laughed. 

“Oh I forgot,” I laughed. 

“Quiet! Listen to me,” Suman said, “I said I lost my cherry because of Sahebji not 
to Sahebji.” 

“She is now splitting hairs,” Lila giggled. 

“Actually my boy friend, Raju, popped my cherry when I was sixteen,” Suman 
said, “I remember that day very distinctly. It was summer vacations. I woke up 
late that morning and lay in bed caressing my choot. I was feeling very horny as 
my period was due any day. I don’t know about you girls but I always feel very 
horny a few days before and after my period.”

“Don’t worry, I also feel very horny like you,” Nisha giggled. 

“So do I,” Susan said. 

“Me too” “Me too” some of the girls muttered. 

“I don’t,” Mira giggled, “I am horny all the time.”

“I think all normal women are at there horniest at that time,” Ramu laughed. 

“Meaning I am not normal,” Mira pouted. 

“Just joking,” Ramu said, “Suman, continue with your story.”

“Where was I? Oh yes, I lay pressing my clit when the phone rang. It was Raju 
on the line. 

“Suman, would you like to go to movies this afternoon?” Raju asked. 

“I’d love to but I must finish my Math assignment. The vacations are nearly over 
and I have not opened the book yet,” I replied. 

“I haven’t also,” Raju chuckled, “I tell you what? Come over with your books and 
we’ll do the home work together then grab a bite and go to the movies.” 

“I don’t know…” I hesitated, rubbing by cunt. I was planning to lie in bed and 
finger myself all day. 

“I’ve a surprise for you also,” Raju laughed. 

He laughed like this when he had something naughty in mind. 

“What is it?” I asked intrigued. 

“First promise to come over then I’ll tell you,” Raju said. 

For the next few minutes we argued. I kept insisting “tell me now” and he kept 
repeating “first promise to come over.” 

“Alright, alright I’ll come. Now tell me,” I said succumbing to my curiosity. 

“Sahebji has posted a story on the web,” he said. 

“OH MY GOD! Why did you tell me right away? I’ll be there by eleven,” I said 
excitedly. 

“See ya, say hello to your choot rani (cunt),” Raju laughed. 

“Sir, you are very rude,” I said grinning and banging the phone down, dashed into 
the bathroom. 

Raju and I were engaged. Well not really…but there was an understanding 
between us, with the approval of our parents, that we’ll get married after we had 
graduated. 

We had indulged in heavy petting. We had masturbated each other but no more. 
Both of us were great fans of Sahebji and had read all his stories and poems 
several times. I didn’t have a computer that is why I had to go to Raju’s house to 
read the new story.

In the bathroom I looked in the mirror and made faces at my reflection. Then I 
took off my pajama top first uncovering one breast then the other.  

My boobs were much bigger than other girls of my age but I liked them so did 
Raju. He thought that my boobs were very pretty. I moved the tip of my 
forefingers in circles on the dark brown areolas of my tits. Oh it felt lovely. I 
closed my eyes to enjoy the lovely tingling sensation produced by my fingertips. 

Slowly my hand crept towards my choot. I ran my fingertips through the black 
curly pubic hair covering my cunt, shivering just a little from the sensation that I 
was starting to feel further down between my legs. 

“Oh gosh,” I exclaimed drawing in a sharp breath as my clit responded the way I 
knew it would.

My other hand moved to one of my boobs and pinched its nipple firmly between 
my fingers. My nipples were hard. I felt a tingling sensation as I squeezed it 
between my fingers. 

I rubbed my finger up and down the cunt slit. My clit became hard and my cunt 
wet. I moistened my finger in the choot’s wetness and pressed my hard lump of 
pleasure. 

I began to move my finger in a circular motion, stimulating my clit with the base of 
my fingers while the tips caressed the sensitive inner folds of my choot. 

In seconds, I was gasping and moaning. Sparks of pleasure began to fly between 
my clit and cunt hole. 

The feeling of pleasure increased with each stroke. My finger moved faster and 
faster. I continued to squeeze my clit between my thumb and forefinger. I was 
about to cum. I squeezed my eyes shut. 

“Ohhh,Ohhhhhhhhh,” I gasped loudly as my first orgasm hit me. 

I felt the dam inside my choot burst and the slippery cum ran past my wildly 
frigging fingers to down my legs and unto the floor. I didn't care. 
That first orgasm was followed by a second, then a third as I continued to abuse 
my virgin cunt. My pussy felt nice and warm and tingly. 
I don’t know how many orgasms I had. They had just seemed to wash over me in 
devastating waves of pleasure every few seconds. Sometimes, I couldn't even 
tell where one ended and the next began. 
It must have been half an hour before I stepped into the shower. 
The hot water ran down my tits and made its way to my overheated choot. 
Instead of having a soothing effect it made my pussy itch again. I ran my finger 
through it. The itch got worse. I tried to put a finger inside my fuck tube but 
couldn’t as it hurt. 

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my cunt picturing that Raju is fucking me. 
His big cock was moving in and out of my choot. At the same time I wondered 
how Raju would manage to shove his big cock into my small virgin choot 
opening. 

My orgasm was approaching. I rubbed faster. Suddenly my choot exploded. 

“Oh God, it feels incredible,” I murmured to myself. 

I came to my senses when my mother knocked on the bathroom door, saying, 
“Suman, hurry up. I’ve to leave in half an hour.” 

Our neighbor, Mrs. Seetha and my mother attended a religious discourse every 
Thursday. I hurriedly finished my shower and came out of the bathroom wearing 
a body hugging blouse and a denim skirt. 

“Mummy, I am ready. You can leave anytime now,” I said. 

“Are you going out?” mummy asked seeing me dressed in my street clothes. 

“I was planning to go to Raju’s place to study and then to a movie,” I replied. 

“What about lunch,” mummy asked. 

“We’ll grab a hamburger when we feel hungry,” I replied. 

“Okay, lock up carefully and don’t make it later than seven,” mummy said and 
waving goodbye left. 

Half an hour later, collecting my books and locking up the flat, I left. At eleven 
thirty I was at Raju’s flat. 

“Hello Suman, how nice to see you,” Raju’s mother said opening the door. 

“Hello aunty, is Raju in?” I asked. 

“I see you plan to study,” she said seeing the books I was carrying. 

“Yes for couple of hours then we plan to go to the movies,” I replied. 

“Raju, has stepped out for a minute,” she said, “Excuse me, I am meeting some 
friends for lunch and have to change. In the meanwhile make yourself 
comfortable.” 

I waited in the living room. Five minutes later Raju arrived carrying six bottles of 
coke. 

“Suman, I am sorry to have kept you waiting,” Raju said apologetically, “Would 
you like a coke?” I nodded. 

Raju opened two bottles and giving me one said, “Let us study on the dining 
table. We’ll be more comfortable.” 

Half an hour later Raju’s mother left saying, “Remember to lock up the house 
when you leave.” 

For the next hour we studied. “Gosh, my head is aching. I can’t study anymore,” I 
said pushing back my books. 

“Then let us read Sahebji’s story,” Raju chuckled. 

“Yeah, let us,” I giggled. 

The computer was in his bedroom. When we reached his room he opened a 
drawer and took out a sheaf of papers. 

“Let us lie in bed and read it together,” Raju said. 

“You naughty boy, you have been planning this all along,” I said looking obliquely 
at him. 

“It won’t be the first time we’ll be reading Sahebji’s story together in bed,” Raju 
explained. 

“I am not saying no but just wanted to remind you of the rules of the game,” I 
warned. 

“Mujhe yaad hain, chudai shadi ke baad (I know, fucking only after marriage),” he 
said. 

“Yes,” I grinned.

We both lay in bed. “What is the title of the story?” I asked. 

“Fuck in a train,” Raju replied. 

“Oh Raju, it is an old story,” I said in a disappointed tone, “we have read it many 
times before.” 

“I know but it is a new version,” Raju said, “It is much more interesting than the 
earlier one.”

We read the story turn by turn. When he was reading the story I kissed him and 
played with his erect cock and when I read the story he rubbed my choot and 
pressed my clit kissing each other passionately in between. 

We got so involved in the story that we did not know what we were doing. I came 
to my senses when I felt a sharp pain in my crotch. Raju was lying on top of me 
and his cock was inside my choot. 

“OH MY GOD! RAJU, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” I screamed and started to cry. 

End of part 7.


To be continued…














  

 







 
 




















Rosie, Nisha, Mira, Susan,Suman, Faiza, Roma, Lila, Saaima
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said, chortled, smirked, sighed, gasped, yelped, remarked, titter, snigger, 
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