Chapter 3

'I have been here ten days now and am speaking from the hotel I am staying in' I replied.

'Why did you not tell me you were coming and why are you staying in a hotel when I have loads of space in my house?' she complained.

'The answer to both your questions is that I did not know you lived here now' I replied.

'You are right how could you know' she said, 'tell me when are you coming to see me? Why don't you come right now?'

'Not now it is late but I will see you tomorrow evening around six if it is convenient?' I inquired.

'Of course silly, it is okay. Listen I want you to check out from the hotel and stay with me. I have lots of spare room' she suggested.

'Thanks a lot Razia I will see you tomorrow at six' I said, 'hey tell me how did you find out that I am here?' she asked.

'I will tell you tomorrow' I laughed and signed off. I was so excited at the prospect of meeting Razia again that I hardly slept that night. The following evening I checked out and reached Razia's house. Razia greeted me warmly and asked Mary to show me to the guestroom.

After a wash when I entered the sitting room Razia was on the phone. I overheard her part of the conversation. 'Yes... What are saying... You are having problems... Oh no!... I am confident that you will overcome this problem... Okay, keep me posted... Bye.

I raised my eyebrow in inquiry. She said, 'It was a friend and she is having some problems. She will be okay. Forget her. Come let us talk. Razia repeated all that Rashid had told me about her husband. I expressed my condolences at her loss. 'You can't escape your fate' she said philosophically, 'let us talk about something else, you tell me what you have been doing with yourself?'

'The same except that I got married' I said.

'Any children?' Razia asked.

'Yes two like you, a boy and a girl' I replied, 'that reminds me how is Shabnam she must be a big girl now?'

'Yes she over eighteen now and very, very beautiful' Razia said.

'Is this mother's love speaking or... ' I asked smiling.

'No truly she is very pretty. You will say the same when you meet her'.

'When will that be?' I asked.

'Not for another six days. She has gone on a trip organized by her school. She returns late Thursday night. Rashid is now sixteen but he is away in boarding school. Actually he left only last night pity you missed him'.

'No I did not. I met him yesterday afternoon. How do you think I found out that you were here? He told me' I said.

'You mean to tell me that rascal Rashid knew you were here and did not say a word to me' she asked incredulously.

'Don't blame him I had requested him not to tell you. I wanted to surprise you' I replied grinning.

'Surprise me! That you did. You are right that rascal always did listen to you more than his mommy' she said wistfully.

'Razia what do you do the whole day? It must be quite boring living alone like this' I asked.

'No it is not boring. I keep myself busy doing voluntary social work. I am attached to an organization, which helps destitute women to find their feet again. I have an office there. I have been associated with this body since many years. Earlier I used to give them monetary donations but when I shifted here they invited me to join their governing body. For example I got my both maids Mary and Maya through this organization. Mary's husband threw her out for being unfaithful and Maya had an unfortunate marriage as a result she ran away from her home. The work is very satisfying'.

At dinnertime I looked at both the maids more closely. Mary was around 25/26 year old, 5' 6" tall, slim, quite pretty with soft dreamy eyes. In contrast Maya was a slip of a girl with a charming face and a girlish figure. Her hair woven in two plats rested leisurely on her small school girlish tits. In my opinion she did not look a day older than 15.

'Razia you said that Maya has been married but to me she looks very young' I asked.

Razia laughed, 'She looks young but I assure you that she is 21. We make quite a thorough check on the all women who approach us for help. Maya how old are you?'

'Me? Madam I will be 21 in a few months' Maya replied.

'Convinced?' Razia asked laughing. I nodded.

After dinner we talked some more then Razia yawned, 'Sahebji I have had a hard day I think it is time to go to bed. Good night I will see you in the morning'.

In my room I changed into my night suit and lay down. I was very disappointed. The way Razia had greeted me on the phone yesterday, I had fond hopes that we would pick up our relationship from where we left it ten years ago. Unfortunately during the whole evening except for one oblique reference about Rashid listening to me more than her she did not say a word about our holiday together. As I was getting ready to sleep the intercom buzzed. Picking up the receiver I said, 'Yes'.

'Aren't you coming? I am waiting for you' I heard Razia complain.

Surprised I asked, 'Waiting for me where? What for?'

'Naked in bed Mr. Dumbo where else. Wanting to make wild love to you all night' she giggled.

This was a very pleasant surprise. 'Give me ten minutes and I will be with you' I replied happily.

'Don't be late otherwise I will start without you' she threatened.

'No, don't you dare do that. I will be there in just ten minutes' I promised.

Hurriedly I shaved and took a quick shower. As I was wearing my dressing gown over my pajamas it struck me that what had just happened was a rerun of the events of ten-year ago but with reversed roles. I also remembered that she had also promised to be with me in ten minutes but made me wait for twenty minutes before she came. I decided to wait ten more minutes. While waiting I discarded the pajama suit and smoked a leisurely cigarette.

Twenty minutes later clad only in my dressing gown I entered her room. She jumped out of bed and embraced me. Kissing me and removing the dressing gown she said, 'Darling aren't you a little over dressed for the occasion?'

'Brr it is cold' I laughed.

'Don't worry sweetheart my tandoor (oven)', pointing towards her crotch, 'will soon warm you' she said and catching me by my erection pulled me into the bed.

'Sahebji fuck me quickly. Just thinking about your big lund I have not slept a wink since yesterday'.

'AAHHH' she sighed as I entered her, 'oh your laurda feels just as good as it did ten years ago'.

I started the in and out motion. I fucked her with slow long strokes but kept varying the length and speed of my movement. Soon she was in throes of pleasure. Her hips were moving in rhythm of my strokes. She shouted, 'Y... hes like this. I haven't had a man inside me for years. God it feels soooo good. Haan aur zor se chodo. Darling chod chod kar meri choot ka keema bana do (Yes fuck me harder. Make mince meat out of my cunt). Her back arched to meet each stroke. 'Y... hes I am nearly there. Y... hes. y... hes I AM THERE OHH, OHH I AMM COOMMMIIINNNGGG' she screamed and fell back exhausted. As I had not fucked for mant days I could not hold back too long and after a few more strokes with a loud grunt I shot my load into her.

As I lit a cigarette Razia cuddled up to me. Smiling she asked, 'Thank you Sahebji it was really great. What do you think of my surprise?'

'As usual most wonderful. I was so disappointed when you did not say a word about the good times we had together ten years ago. I had thought you had forgotten them but when you called me I was so happy that I nearly broke out in a song. You are great you even managed to recreate how it all happened' I said lauding her effort.

'How can I forget that wonderful holiday and especially our first night? Yes I wanted to do it exactly how it happened the first time. I am so glad that you remembered. You even made me wait the extra ten minutes' she said giggling. That night we fucked three more times and went to sleep.

In the morning Maya brought morning tea for Razia. She was shocked to see me in her mistress's bed and exclaimed, 'Madam did master sleep here the whole night?'

'Nahin pagli pahele master ne mujhe chaar baari choda phir soye (No stupid, first master fucked me four times then he slept)' Razia replied giggling. Maya blushed and started to leave.

'Ruk! Tunne bhi tau kayi saalon se nahin chudwaya hai. Kyon nahin tu bhi apne ko master se chudwale? (Stop! You have also not been fucked for many years. Why don't you get yourself fucked by master?)' Razia said pulling off the sheet covering my nakedness.

I was watching Maya closely and the thought of fucking a new choot made me hard. Maya grinned and moved towards the bed but on seeing my erection stopped half way. 'Nahin madam master ka laurda bahut barda aur mota hai. Main dard ke maare mar jauingi (No madam master's cock is very large and thick. I will die of pain)' she said and ran out of the room.

Razia laughed loudly and shouted after her, 'Coward'.

'Razia darling you seem to be quite free with your maid' I remarked.

'Yes you are right but I didn't want it this way it just happened' Razia said.

'Tell me how?' I asked.

'It started with Mary. Mary came to work for me about three months before Habib died. She was an ideal maid. One morning after three or was it four months after Habib had passed on Mary said to me, 'Madam you are looking very exhausted and tired'.

'Yes Mary I am. I have not been sleeping well for last few weeks' I replied. She mumbled some sympathetic words and I forgot about it. The same night when I was getting ready to go to bed Mary came in with a large bowl of oil.

'Mary what are you doing in my room at this late hour. What have got in your hand?' I asked.

'Madam I have come to give you a massage. It will relax you and help you sleep better' she replied. I didn't want a massage and told her so but she insisted.

'There is no harm in trying' I thought then turning to her I said, 'I will give it a try but please don't press too hard'.

She asked me to undress and lie down face down. Not wanting to expose myself fully in front of a maid I lay down wearing a bra and panties. She lit a small lamp under the oil bowl to keep the oil warm. She then commenced to give me a massage.

She started by pressing my feet then she pressed my whole body moving up and down. Her hands were soft yet firm. Her manipulations were very soothing. While she pressed my limbs she touched and pressed some nerves, which relaxed me. I started to feel drowsy. Then suddenly she ran her fingertips lightly up and down on the insides of my legs. 'Ooo it felt so nice' I moaned, 'Mary do it again'.

'Yes madam' she replied but moved to running her finger tips down my spine. This made me tremble. Sahebji she knew exactly what she was doing. She touched and pressed various erogenous spots on my body. I was getting aroused and moaned loudly, 'Oh Mary. Oh Mary'.

Mary stopped and went back to my legs but this time she ran her fingernails up and down. It hurt a bit but was also very arousing. Suddenly I felt drops of hot oil falling at different spots on my spine. This made me jump, 'Oh Mary it feels soo good' I moaned.

She then rubbed oil on my back and pressed the fleshy part of my tits, which stuck out from my bra to the sides. It felt really very nice. I don't recall when she unclasped my bra. Turning me over she ran her nails from my toes up my inner thighs. My legs separated wanting her to go higher and higher but she stopped well short of my panties. I am sure she could see the wet spot of my arousal on my panties.

She then pressed my tits but was careful not to touch my nipples. As I was enjoying her manipulations I felt two drops of hot oil fall on my erect nipples. 'Oooo Mary it feels great but please don't burn me' I panted. 'Yes ma'am' she replied and proceeded to spread the oil on both my nipples simultaneously by circular motion of her fingertips. As the oil got absorbed her fingers rubbed my nipples harder and harder.

I lay with my eyes closed enjoying the sensations her fingers were producing. She then bent down and bit my nipples ever so lightly. It was only now that I realized what she was really up to.

'No Mary stop, this is not right. You shouldn't do this' I moaned.

'Yes ma'am' she said but continued undeterred.

After spending a minute on each nipple she started to tweak them. I shouted, 'STOP IT MARY'.

She stopped but immediately but thereafter I felt two drops of hot oil fall on my navel. She put a finger in the navel and rotated it hard. This made my bottoms jump. As I was in the air she hooked her fingers in the band of my panties and pulled them down, not fully but just over turned them. The crotch of the panties was still stuck to my wet choot. She then applied hot oil on the side of my cunt lips but studiously avoided touching them. I relaxed.

Then came her master move. She dipped two fingers in the hot oil and ran it up and down between the lips of my bur (cunt). Believe me Sahebji it felt great. I felt as if a hot cock is moving up and down my nether lips. I moaned loudly. I was now completely submerged in passion. I wanted her to lick and suck my choot. She then squeezed my clit between he fingers. 'UUUAAA' I shouted with rising passion.

She stopped as suddenly as she had started and ran her nail up from my toe towards my cunt. On the way down she took my panties with her. As she moved up again my legs opened wide invitingly. She then spread my cunt lips with her fingers and put her tongue to my choot and slowly started to lick it. I was in heaven. She licked and bit on my clit. I was wild with lust. Then suddenly she pushed her tongue inside my cunt hole. 'AAAGGGHR' I shouted and came.

She continued to lick, suck and tongue fuck me for over thirty minutes. I came and came. I don't recall how often I released my juices. I was exhausted from cumming. I wanted her to stop but no words would come out of my mouth. My mouth was dry and I was gasping for breath but Mary kept on and on. At last I caught her by her hair and pulled her off.

'No more Mary no more' I managed to gasp, ' I am exhausted. I can't take it any more'. Mary smiled and covering me with a sheet left saying, 'Good night madam sleep well'. The minute I closed my eyes I fell asleep.

The next morning when I got up it was already past ten. Mary brought my tea and with a smile asked, 'Madam did you sleep well?'

'Like a log Mary. You were wonderful last night. I did not know that you liked women' I replied.

'No madam I am not a lesbian. I love a cock much too much for that' she said.

'Yes that is what I recall. It was this love that got you thrown out of your house but then where did you learn to eat... er... give a massage like an expert?

'It is a long story' She said.

'Come sit here' I said patting the edge of my bed, 'tell me I have time'.

'From childhood I was a horny girl and masturbated often. My first lesbian experience took place few months after my eighteenth birthday' Mary narrated, 'one afternoon when I was returning from school I got caught in a sudden cloud burst and got drenched. When I reached home I found no one there and the door was locked. I stood shivering under a tree waiting for my parents to return.

Our neighbor Miss Joseph called out to me, 'Mary come here otherwise you will catch pneumonia'. Gratefully I went to her house. Miss Joseph, a spinster was about fifty years old with a thin wiry figure. She did not work and had no visible source of income. Later I found out that her parents had left her a small annuity and she lived on the income received from it. The reason that she never married became apparent to me later. She was a confirmed lesbian. All the children of the locality called her auntie.

She led me into her bedroom and gave me a towel. I wiped my face and my hair.

'Mary I think you should take off your clothes otherwise you will surely get sick' she said giving me a sheet to wrap round myself. I started to take off my blouse but it was stuck to my body.

'Come let me help you dear otherwise you will tear your beautiful blouse' Miss Joseph said. Not suspecting anything I let her help me. She then wanted to take off my bra.

'No auntie please don't' I protested.

'Don't be silly my girl look how wet it is. Do you want to get sick?' she said and pulled off my bra.

Taking the towel from me she said, 'Mary you relax. I will dry you properly' and proceeded to rub my body with the towel. While she toweled me she touched and pressed different spots. I found her touch quite pleasing. Her touch was so arousing that my choot got wet.

Then she tried to take off my skirt. I protested, 'No auntie not my skirt'.

'What is the harm child. Look it is completely drenched' she replied.

'But auntie I will become naked' I wailed.

'You are no different than I am. There is nothing to be embarrassed about' she laughed and pulled off my skirt. You know madam we girls from the countryside do not wear panties like you city folks. I was now completely naked. Miss Joseph got down on her knees to dry me. After drying my legs she put the towel between my legs and rubbed it vigorously. It felt so good that I moaned loudly.

'Child you like it?' she asked me smiling. I blushed but kept quiet. Then she kissed me very tenderly and gently squeezed my boobs. I was moaning with pleasure and my breath was getting short. She then led me to her bed and started to suck my tits. I loved it.

'Do you like it? Shall I continue? She asked.

'Yes auntie I want more, it feels wonderful' I panted. Now that the gloves were off she proceeded to give me the full treatment. From my tits she moved to my cunt. She licked it and bit lightly on my clit. 'Oooo madam it felt lovely'.

Then she pushed her tongue inside me. 'Child I see you are a virgin' she remarked.

'Y... hes auntie I have never been with a man' I moaned.

'Child I am now going to press and run my tongue over your hymen. You will really like it' she said.

'No, no please don't you will rupture it and my husband will think that I have been with a man before marriage' I said.

'Don't be silly child, I will do nothing of that sort' she said sternly, 'I assure you that you will love it' and reintroduced her tongue inside my tight little cunny.

'Oh madam, her tongue touched and pressed my hymen. The pleasure I experienced was out of the world'. I don't know for how long she licked my pussy but only thing I know is that I enjoyed myself thoroughly. I had never felt such heavenly sensations before.

Few hours later she gave me some of her clothes, 'Child the rain has stopped and it is late, you must go home now'. Two days later I went back to return her clothes.

'You have come to collect your clothes?' she asked. I nodded.

'Child come on in I will fetch them' she said. Even after she had returned my clothes I did not make any move to leave but stood with down cast eyes. Miss Joseph smiled and said very softly, 'Child you want me to touch you again'. I blushed and nodded.

After that day I visited her at least thrice a week. On one such visit she also undressed and presented her cunt for me to lick. I hesitated but she was very persuasive. After the first time I liked it. She had no hair on her pussy. I asked her about it. She told me that this way it gives more pleasure and I should also shave off my pubic growth. As I did not know how she helped me. Since then I shave regularly. Another thing auntie was also a virgin with her hymen intact. She taught me how to lick a virgin cunt without damaging the hymen. Madam, she not only introduced me to pussy eating but also taught me the art of touching erogenous spots. Our relationship continued till I got married' Mary said concluding her narration.

'Mary you never did say what actually went wrong with your marriage' I asked.

'What is there to tell madam, alcohol was the root cause of all my misery' she said.

'Alcohol! Mary I have never seen you drinking' surprised I exclaimed.

'No madam not I. I don't even touch the stuff but my husband loved it' was her cryptic reply.

'Mary don't talk in riddles tell me clearly' I said sternly.

'Madam when I was twenty-one I married John Matthews, a young man living about two miles from our house. After two days of marriage I found that being with a man was much more enjoyable than even aunties tongue. John was strong and robust with a nice tool. He fucked me daily. I couldn't get enough of him but the trouble was that his job involved a lot of travelling. Sometimes he was away for a week or ten days at a stretch. This left me horny and very dissatisfied.

My husband had three great friends Peter, Somu and Sammy. They were not married though Sammy and Somu were engaged. They met nearly every evening in our house and drank some local brew.

One afternoon it so happened that my husband was away for a week and Peter came to see me. I knew that Peter liked me very much. I felt horny and was missing my husband very much. While we talked I noticed the big bulge in Peter's pants. I could not stop myself and dropped a few subtle hints. The result was that we both ended up in bed. His tool was bigger than John's was and I had a satisfying time.

The next afternoon Somu and Sammy turned up. Sammy came straight to the purpose of their visit. 'Mary Peter told us that you gave him lots of pleasure yesterday. We have come to taste the same pleasure'. I didn't mind and both of them fucked me all afternoon. After that day whenever John was on tour all three of them would come and fuck me. By evening their cocks would be limp but my cunt still wanted more. This went on for a year. I was very pleased with life. I had four strong, virile young men to service my choot'.

What I did not realize was that I was sitting on a volcano. One evening as usual the four friends were drinking in my home. I stood behind the kitchen door listening and watched my husband and my three lovers getting drunk together. That night they had more than their normal quota. Whenever John wanted I served snacks to go with the drinks.

Sammy said, 'John where do you buy these snacks. They are very tasty'.

'I don't buy them. My Mary makes them at home. She is very good in the kitchen' John answered proudly. I was very pleased to hear my husband's praise.

'She is also very good in the... ' Somu snickered leaving the sentence incomplete. Hearing his words I nearly died and hoped that this drunken lout keeps his mouth shut but damage had already been done. My husband insisted that he tell what he meant by that remark.

'What is the harm tell him' Sammy piped up, 'he is saying that Mary is also a very good lay'.

This sobered my husband. 'What! Are you out of your mind?' John shouted, 'are you telling me that you have slept with my wife. No I don't believe it'.

'Yes that is what he is saying' Peter said in a drunken tone, 'as a matter of fact we all three have fucked your wife several times and that too together'.

'No way it is a lie' John said defending me, 'my Mary is faithful to me'. You boys are only jealous of me'.

'Jealous my foot' Somu shouted enraged, 'call her and ask her yourself'.

'That is exactly what I am going to do and expose your lie' John said. I had heard the full conversation and beads of perspiration were starting to form on my forehead. John came into the kitchen and pushed me roughly into the room where they were sitting, 'What do you have to say for yourself about what they are saying?' John asked.

'What are they saying?' I asked stalling for time hoping that the effect of alcohol would wear off and they come to their senses.

'Yes tell them Mary about the good times we have had together' Peter said taunting me, 'yes don't forget to mention how often we three have fucked you together'.

'Peter you and your friends are liars. Just because I smile at you, that too for my husband's sake, you think you can insult me like this. John dear your friends are liars ask them to either prove their allegations or leave never to return' I said without showing any sign of nervousness.

'Yes darling you are right. Guys either you produce proof or leave' John said getting annoyed.

Things were going my way. I thought I was home dry. They will never be able to prove a thing.

'How can one prove this sort of thing?' Somu mumbled.

'Yes I have it. There is no hair on Mary's choot' Sammy said smugly.

'Some proof' I replied sarcastically, 'if that is what you call proof then you guys have screwed half the women in town including your mother and sisters'.

'She is right' John said taking my side.

There was silence for a minute. I smiled to myself that more than half the battle is won. They won't be able to prove anything. It is my word against theirs. John will be so angry that he will not let them into our home again and I will be rid of these sad specimens, who called themselves men. I can always find new lovers.

While I was celebrating in my mind Peter said, 'Yes there is something. I don't remember what it is called. You guys must have also seen it too. Yes I have it. John if you want proof then listen Mary has a big mole on the right lip of her cunt. Now Mary you can't say half the women in town also have it'.

Now I knew I was undone. John loved that mole. He kissed it each time before he made love to me. John stared hard at me and said very softly, 'Guys please leave me alone with Mary. We have lots to talk about'.

At this point Mary raised her sari and showed me the mole. 'More than the alcohol this madam is the real cause of my misery' she wailed.

As soon as the door closed behind them John slapped me hard. He kept raining blows on me till out of sheer exhaustion he could not raise his arms. 'Mary you are a whore. I don't want anything to do with you. Just leave my house and go' John said wearily. I pleaded and begged but it had no effect on him.

'Mary you fucking bitch if you don't leave this minute I will kill you' John shouted at me. I thought that John is angry now and will not listen to anything. In the morning when he is calmer I may be able to retrieve the situation.

'Please where should I go at this late hour. Let me stay the night and I will leave first thing in the morning' I begged.

'Go where you like, preferably to hell' he shouted and pushed me out of the house.

For an hour I banged on the door crying, shouting, begging and pleading but John did not even answer once.

Wearily I started to walk towards my parent's house. Each step was an agony. As I neared my parent's home I thought that I would have to tell them the truth and hearing the truth my father will surely thrash me. I decided to go to auntie Joseph's house.

'Child what are you doing here at this late hour' she inquired but seeing my condition she took me inside and attended to my sore body. I told her all that had happened.

'You can't trust men. Now you understand why I never married' she remarked.

For two days I stayed there recouping my strength. On the third morning auntie Joseph told me that I would have to leave. 'But why auntie' I cried.

'My dear child an unfortunate incident has taken place. I had a very young lady here few weeks' back. You can imagine what happened between us. Unfortunately she told her friend, who in turn told her parents. The locality was up in arms and wanted me to leave but luckily when the police questioned the girl she changed her statement. Now if you stay here then it will again revive the controversy and I don't need that not at my age'.

'Auntie I have no money and where can I go?' I asked in tears. Miss Joseph then gave me some money and directed me to your organization. Madam from there you brought me with you'.

'Sahebji this is what happened to Mary and how I got involved with her. After that night whenever I felt the need to cum I called Mary to give me a massage. It was understood what I actually desired. Mary also went straight to the point dropping the charade of massaging me. Massage became the code word for pussy eating' Razia said.

'Razia darling I need some clarifications. Are you also doing... ?' I said but anticipating my query Razia interrupted me, 'Of course not. It is purely one way traffic and not like it was with our dear Shanti. You remember her don't you?'

'Of course I remember her. How can I forget her? How I wish she was also here. It would have been like old times. My second question is Mary said that she was so horny that after seven days she couldn't wait and she fucked Peter but how does she survive here living with you, there are no men here?'

Razia laughed, 'I wondered about it also but then on close scrutiny I found that the household expenses on green vegetables like cucumber, gourd etc. had increased considerably. Then I saw that she was using them to still her passion'.

'You saw her do it? Does she know?' I inquired.

Razia laughed, 'No she does not know. I saw it through my 'Third Eye'.

'Now I am completely at sea. What third eye? You are not Lord Shiva' I said a bit perplexed.