Chapter 3

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

"No, I didn't," I said truthfully.

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

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

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

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

"No father, I now want to stay on 'The Estate' and work," I said.

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

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

"As you wish," my father said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why don't you be that fortunate girl," I proposed laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She kissed me passionately and whispered, "It is late. I must go. I'll come again tonight."

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

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

"Stop this acting and get to work," I laughed.

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

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

"You know?" I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I will," Mamta said, "I hope you are now happy."

"Very happy," I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

"I will be very grateful," he replied bending low.

"Grateful enough to have your asshole fucked," I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

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

"Won't it hurt you to take two cocks inside her at one time?" I questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"In ten days you'll be twenty-one," she said, "Have you chosen your handmaiden?"

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

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

"Yes, big boobs like yours," I said. Mamta blushed.

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

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

'Okay, ' I said.

'I will show her to you if you want," she volunteered.

I said, "No need. I trust your choice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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