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Three Sisters-in-Law

byvantyaak©

This story is largely based on reality;

the names of the persons involved
are changed.

It was originally written in Gujarati,

one of the many languages of India.
The English translation has been
scrupulously edited by my friend
Ravi Pande. His suggestions have
been invaluable to me. I cannot
thank him enough.

There are some Indian words, which I

have freely used in an effort to
preserve the flavor of the story; an
uneducated rural woman would not
know shishna or ling for penis, for
her it is always lund. Here is a short
list of those words with colloquial
English counterparts:

Lund : Erect Penis

Lodo, Lauda ; Flaccid Penis

Nunni : Small, immature Penis

Bhos : vulva

Chut, choot : vagina

Gaand : Ass hole

Stan, thaan : Breast

Chudai : Fuck

Once again I thank my editor for the

time and effort he has devoted for
this story.
Vantyaak

Hi,

I am Mangal. Today I am going to

reveal a well-guarded family secret,
in which I am implicated. I seek the
verdict of my readers whether I did
or did not do anything wrong in the
given circumstances.

The story begins when I was twenty

years old and my elder brother
Kashiram was contemplating taking
a fourth wife. Yes, he already had
three wives, hail and hearty, living
under the same roof. Their only
drawback was that none of them had
produced a child.

Polygamy, in those days was

accepted, both socially as well as
legally. General ignorance and male
chauvinism precluded any thought
that the husband could be the cause
of infertility. Hence the quest for a
younger wife in vein hopes of getting
a child.

We were big time farmers in a small

village in a remote corner of Gujarat,
India. We owed about 200 acres of
prime land growing mainly cash
crop, several houses and shops in
the village and a small money
landing business. There was no
shortage of money.

Kashiram Bhaiya (as an elder brother

is referred to) is thirteen years senior
to me. I was ten at the time of his
first marriage with Savita Bhabhi
(wife of brother). At twelve I lost my
parents and was brought up, then
after by Bhaiya and Bhabhi.
Five years passed and Savita Bhabhi
did not conceive. Several doctors,
vaidyas (indigenous physicians),
hakims, astrologers and likes were
consulted, tests were done, potions
were given, amulets were tied on the
arms of Bhaiya and Bhabhi. (I do not
know if one was tied on his cock!)
But nothing worked. Bhaiya got tired
of waiting and decided to take a
second wife. I was fifteen then and
did not know why Bhaiya married
second time. Unfortunately Champa,
the second Bhabhi also failed to
conceive.

The condition of both Bhabhis

became miserable. Bhaiya was
getting anxious by the day. This
reflected in his behavior with
Bhabhis whom he treated rudely,
though, I am sure, he did not stop
fucking them in the futile hope of
somehow fathering a child.
Bhaiya wedded Suman Bhabhi three
years later. I was eighteen and had
fully matured. My balls were the first
to enlarge, soon followed by my
cock. Hair sprouted in the under
arms, on the face and on the
genitals. I broke my voice. I started
putting on muscles, wet dreams and
masturbations followed.

I was a mere child when I saw the

elder Bhabhis for the first time. The
thought of fucking did not did not
enter my brain even when I was
vaguely familiar with the process,
thanks to some of my more
'advanced' school mates. With
Suman Bhabhi it was a lot different.
For one thing, she was only slightly
older than me. Secondly, she was
quite beautiful, or let us say, she
appeared beautiful to my teenage
eyes. Thirdly, she considered me of
her own age group and hence was
quite free and unrestrained in my
presence.

On my part, I could not keep my

eyes off her. During the day I would
have several glimpses of her
rounded breasts and smooth thighs.
At night their memory would serve
as source of my fantasies of
unveiling those treasures. My dick
would then harden and I would enjoy
slow prolonged session of
masturbation before slipping into
sweet slumber.

Suman was Bhaiya's favorite. The

other two were openly neglected
except when their husband took a
fancy to fuck them for a change.
Bhaiya strongly believed that a hard
fuck with a thick long cock ending in
filling the chut (vagina) with thick
semen was sufficient for the man to
become a father. It was beyond his
imagination that he himself could be
the cause of their problem. He never
had his semen analyzed.

Another couple of years passed and

Kashiram became even more
anxious to beget a child and thought
about a fourth marriage.

Those days a young servant girl of

my age used to come to our house
for routine work like cleaning,
washing dishes, making beds etc.
Her name was Baasanti, I knew her
since early childhood. She was not
beautiful by any standards but she
had a pair of knockers that would put
any of the super models to shame.
She used to put on choli (tight
skimpy blouse) ghaghari (pleated
skirt reaching up to midway between
knee and ankle) and odhani (half
sari, one end covering the front of
chest). The thin cloth of choli could
not hide her small nipples, which
appeared tobe in a state of perpetual
erection. Her body was emanating
strong intoxicating fragrance, which
would give me an immediate
erection.

I could not control myself. One day in

a secluded area of the house I
confronted her and grabbed one of
her breasts. Angrily she slapped off
my hand, glared into my face and
said in menacing voice, "Aayinda aisi
harkat karoge to bade seth se bata
dungi." (If you do this again I will tell
Big Master).

Mention of Bhaiya's name was

enough to dampen my ardor. Then
after I left her alone. Baasanti was
married about a year ago. She had
now come for a couple of weeks. Her
body had rounded up nicely after the
marriage and I had a strong desire to
fuck her. However she continued
glaring at me and I could not collect
courage enough to try her once
again. And then ....

Something happened during next

few days, I did not know what. The
atmosphere changed for the better
suddenly. Baasanti started smiling at
me, a sweet shy smile full of
invitation. I could not believe my
eyes. A couple of times I could feel
her gaze on me and caught her
staring at me with hungry eyes. I
was strongly tempted to crush her in
my arms and maul those proud tits
of hers. But then I was scared of
Bhaiya. I did not respond to her
messages.

I had my own study room on the

second floor of the house away from
the general hustle bustle. One
afternoon I was there reading
something when Baasanti drifted in
stealthily.

My heart sank. I felt like fainting. I

stood up immediately and started
pushing her out of the room saying,
"Out, out, before somebody comes
up. Go away. I don't need you."

She turned about. There were tears

in her eyes. She said, "I will go away
as you wish but please tell me why
you are so mad at me, what did I do
to displease you?"

"Displeased? Oh, no. I am not

displeased with you, now go away."

She did not budge. She said, "I know

why you are so mad at me. The
other day I slapped your hand away
that is why. But, Mangal, what could I
do? My tits were so tender those
days; it hurt badly when you
grabbed it. Mujhe maaf kar do
Mangal. (pardon me, Mangal)

Right then her odhani slithered down

from her shoulder revealing fair
amount of her fabulous cleavage. I
am not sure if it did so of its own or
she contrived to slide it down.
Whatever be the cause, the result
was the same: her chest was
uncovered for the benefit of my
eyes. Her choli had low cut neck and
considerable portions of her
delectable breasts were visible. My
cock jumped up in anticipation.

My mouth went dry. I could hardly

speak. Somehow I managed to say,
"Err...err...there is no need to
apologize, please don't. It ...it..is I
who should apologize, it was my
mistake. Now, go away. I am not mad
at you."
A shy sweet smile lit her face.
Throwing her arms around my neck
she whispered in my ear," Oh,
Mangal, I am so relieved. For a while
I thought that I would never be able
to make up with you. But you are so
kind and forgiving. I am very happy
now."

Unconsciously my hands had gone

around her slim waist. She had
pushed her pelvis against mine,
which was not healthy for my aching
lund. I said, "I am happy that you are
happy."

"But you know? I will not sleep easy

until you do once again what you
were doing the other day."

Before I could comprehend whatever

she was saying she grabbed my
hand and pressed it flat on her soft
breast.

I was terrified. I pulled my hand

away but she held it fast. Down
below my cock started dancing
anticipating entry into a tight chut.

I said, " Leave me alone, are you

crazy? Oh, can you imagine what
would happen if somebody comes up
and catches us red handed?"

"You are unnecessarily scared. At

this time of the day everybody is
sleeping. Go on, feel my boob, grab
it and maul it. It does not hurt now.
Don't you like my boobs? Want to
see more?"

I forced my hand away and pushed

her out of my room. I said, "I will
really be mad at you if you do not go
right away. Now, go. Please."
At last she turned to go. She paused
for a moment as if hesitating and
said, "Mangal, Can I come back late
at night?"

I could not believe my ears. Was she

offering herself to me? To make sure
I cupped her breast and asked, "Are
you sure you can make it?"

She did not protest. She lowered her

gaze and said, "I am sure I can make
it. You want me to come, don't you?"
She covered my hand, which was
holding her breast.

I squeezed gently and said, "Yes, I

do."

"And you would like to ... to fuck

me?"

"Yes, yes. I would rather now."

"Not now. Have you fucked anybody
before?"

"No, you will be the first, if you allow

me."

"Wait till tonight; we will enjoy then."

She ran away. At that time I did not

know that somebody cleaver than
me was working unseen to us.

In anticipation of the night my lund

remained stiff in spite of shagging
twice. By about ten o'clock when
finally she showed up I was fit to
climb a wall. I grabbed her in my
arms and started kissing. Forcefully
she separated herself and said, "I am
going to sleep here, with you. The
whole night is at our disposal. What
is the hurry?"

She had put on silky choli, ghaghari

and odhani. There was a kind of
sweet heady fragrance emanating
from her body, which made my lund
throb. She draped her arms around
my neck and once again I crushed
her soft body against mine. I
murmured in her ear, "Oh, sweetie,
where were you all these days?"

She held my head in both of her

hands and started kissing me,
pecking on my cheeks. The touch of
her soft lips was very exciting. I tried
kissing her in return but she would
not allow me shaking her head this
way and that. In this skirmish her lips
came to touch mine. Suddenly all
movements stopped. I pressed my
lips on hers and stilled myself. She
also stopped but continued rubbing
her fingers in my hair.

I was a novice in the field of fucking.

I only possessed theoretical
knowledge gleaned from sleazy
books and from tales of exploits of
some of my friends. I did not know
that a kiss could be this profound.
For few minutes I was lost to the
world, aware only of two things wet
swollen tingling lips and wet slippery
jerking lund. So, when she opened
her mouth and ran the tip of her
tongue on my closed lips I could not
take it any more.

I pushed her backward till she

touched the bed. I broke the kiss and
pushed her flat on the bed and threw
myself on her. I remember saying
something like, "Pardon me,
Baasanti, I cannot restrain myself."
What happened next has left only
sketchy and faint memories in my
brain.

I roughly stuck my mouth on hers

and pulled up her ghaghari.
Forcefully I parted her thighs and
came down between them. A tug on
the string of my pajama uncovered
my rampant lund.

I had some idea of what to do. I

lowered myself on Baasanti's soft
and smooth body and pushed my
lund in the general direction of her
bhos. The lund slipped on the
slippery surface and could not enter
her chut. My hips had started fucking
movements causing the head of my
lund to knock around on her bhos.
Surprisingly she, of her own lifted
her thighs and held them wide, took
my lund in her hand and directed it
to the right spot. The sensation of
cock head engaging in the mouth of
her cunt was unbelievably exquisite.
I could not hold myself. In one
powerful thrust I pushed all the eight
inches of my lund into her vagina.
If kissing was intoxicating this was
killing. Baasanti's narrow chut
gripped my lund while her inner
muscles gently milked it. The cap
was pulled up exposing the sensitive
head of my lund to the satiny walls
of her chut. I however was not in a
mood for fancy fucking. I gathered
her in my arms and started fucking
mercilessly with deep forceful
strokes. She in her excitement clung
to me with her arms around my neck
and legs around my waist. She
answered each of my strokes with
equally forceful jerk of her pelvis.
Relentlessly I pounded her bhos
including her sweet clitoris while her
chut rubbed my lund raw in spite of
those slimy secretions.

I lost track of time. With pure

pleasure dripping from the entire
length of my lund I continued
banging Baasanti, I don't know for
how long. The orgasm when it came,
hit me suddenly. A huge tide in the
sea of incredible pleasure engulfed
me throwing me into a sort of spasm.
All movements stopped, only the
lund jerked uncontrolled in the
narrow confines of her chut and
spewed out load after load of thick
semen. My eyes squeezed shut, my
mouth drooled out saliva and
perspiration broke out on whole of
my body. I kind of died for those
thirty seconds.

The tornado passed away as

suddenly as it came leaving an after
glow of content and a sense of
relaxation. Untangling our limbs I
was about to dismount when she put
her hands on my butt and held on.
My lund surprisingly had not wilted.
Keeping it pressed into her chut I
kissed her brow and asked, "Did you
enjoy?"
She pulled my head down on her
breasts, ran fingers in my hair and
said, " "Haay haay Mangal, aisi
chudai kabhi ki nahin meine" (Oh
Mangal, never have I been fucked
like this before.)

I asked, "Meine thik se choda?" (Did I

fuck proper?)

"Bahut achchha choda." (You fucked

very nice.)

"Fir mauka deogi chodane ka?" (Will

you give me another chance to
fuck?)

"Jab chaho tab, mere Raja."

(Whenever you wish, my Prince.)

"To mujhe bath room men jaane de,

mujhe pisab lagi hai. Aa kar fir
chodenge." (In that case, let me go
to the bathroom, I have to pee. Then
we will fuck again.)

I pulled out my lund slick with my

semen and juices of her bhos.
Baasanti was surprised to see it. She
said, "Look at that, he is still stiff like
an iron rod. So thick and long. Go
and wash it, Mangal, we are going to
have fun."

I went into the bathroom, passed

urine and washed my dick taking
care of the head by pulling up the
hood. The head was still very
sensitive; I could not touch it.

When I came out Baasanti was

reclining on the bed. She called me
in with out stretched arms. Once
again I enfolded her soft smooth
body in my arms and sealed her
mouth with mine. My cock started
getting harder. Breaking the kiss I
asked, "Are you sleepy?"

"No, why?"

"I 'm going to fuck you again."

"No, you are not."

"Yes, I am. Don't you want it?"

"I do, but you are not going to fuck

me, you will make love to me; let us
say we are going to make love. Are
you ready?"

I guided her hand to my lund and

asked, "Need more proof?"

She said no, and glued her mouth to

mine.

That was the day when I kissed and

fucked a married woman who knew
much more about sex than me. I
realized that I still had a lot to learn.

The feel of her soft lips on mine was

very sweet and exciting. It became
tastier when she rubbed her closed
lips on mine. Before I could do
anything she opened her mouth and
took my lips between hers. Then I
felt her small shy tongue come out
and lick my lips from one corner of
the mouth to the other. It felt dirty in
the beginning but the pleasure was
so intense and kind of new to me
that I just remained passive. For full
five minutes she ravaged my lips
and then reluctantly separated. All
the four lips were swollen and wet
with our mixed saliva. My lips were
tingling.

Not one word was spoken, like

hungry kitten our mouths sought out
each other again. This time her
tongue came out and pushed open
my lips. The pleasure was escalating
and I was curious too. I allowed her
full freedom. She pushed her tongue
into my mouth and licked around. It
dueled with my tongue and gradually
withdrew. My tongue followed hers
till it reached the inside of her
mouth. I also licked smooth inner
skin of her mouth. But she knew
more. Taking my tongue between
hers and her palate she started
sucking. Sucking like you do a lolly
pop. After sometime she released my
tongue and gave me hers to suck.
Mean while my lund was clamoring
to invade her chut, spewing out
copious amount of pre-come.

Baasanti was no less excited. Her

face was flushed and her body felt
hot. She broke the kiss and sat up.
She pushed me in flat on my back,
untied my pajamas and pulled them
down exposing my engorged cock.
Taking it in her fist she gave it five or
six quick strokes and said, "Mangal,
tu ne lajavab lund paya hai. Koi
nasibdar hi teri patni banegi,
(Mangal, you have a unique cock.
Only a lucky one will come to be
your wife.)

She continued stroking at a slow

speed, squeezing out the juice at
times. She pulled up the cap and
bared the red glistening head and
then did something I had never ever
dreamt. Suddenly she bent down
and took the cock head into her
mouth. First she ran her tongue all
over it and then sucked on it
applying negative pressure. At the
same time she moved her head up
and down making the cock go in and
out of her mouth. My lund was at
bursting point and I had to pull it out
quickly to prevent it from shooting
my load.
I said, "You have seen enough of my
lund. Now let me see your tits and
pussy."

Baasanti was an ordinary girl. About

five feet two inches she weighed not
more than 120 pounds. Her
complexion was dark but her skin
was delicate and smooth like butter.
She had a round face with big dark
innocent looking eyes. Her lips were
full and soft, her hair long silky and
raven black.

A pair of perfectly rounded breasts

was sitting on her upper chest. Each
was topped by a dark knobby areola
of two inches size. Each areola was
conical, ending in a pert nipple.
Despite having been married for
some time Basanti's breasts were
firm like those of a virgin with
nipples pointing skywards. Once she
uncovered her breasts I could not
keep my hands off them.

I sat up and continued caressing her

with my fingers and my lips. I kissed
and sucked each of her breasts, one
after the other and then descended
on her flat tummy. She was very
ticklish there. While she could
tolerate my hand on her tummy,
touch of my lips there made her
jump and push me away.

Gradually I licked and sucked my

way to the final destination, her
pussy. As Baasanti's was the first
adult pussy I was seeing in my life I
could not compare it with other girls'
vulvas. But I liked what I saw. In
hindsight, I can say that her pussy
was quite beautiful.

High cushiony mons and outer sides

of her plump bigger pussy lips were
covered with a dense forest of black,
silky crinkled hair. She had trimmed
the hair short enough to feel prickly.
The bigger lips were thick and fleshy,
they were touching each other in the
middle, concealing the rest of her
bhos. I ran my fingers lightly all
around. She jerked her pelvis and
pulled up her legs. It was easy for
me to pry open her thighs. With that
done her bhos became accessible. I
parted the bigger lips and opened up
the slit. The slit was about 3 inches
long flanked on two sides with
delicate thin smaller lips. The smaller
lips met under the clitoris at the
front end of the slit. At the rear end
of the slit the labia remained
separated because of the opening of
her pussy, her chut, her vagina
whatever. Her clitoris at the time was
thickened and elongated and looked
like a small penis. The whole bhos
was drenched in its own secretions. I
ran my fingers back and forth in the
slit and pushed two fingers in her
chut. Keeping my thumb on the
clitoris I started to finger fuck her. In
no time her hips started jerking and
my fingers could feel the ripples in
her chut.

She could not take it any more. She

sat up and pushed me flat on the
bed. Taking my lund in her fist she
gave it ten to fifteen strokes. Every
time she pulled the foreskin up
forcefully I felt a little pain. But that
pain only increased the stiffness of
my lund. Holding the lund up right
Baasanti straddled me and brought
her chut on the tip of my lund. After
engaging the head in the mouth of
her chut she let go the lund, bent
forwards enough to bring her nipples
to my lips. She gradually lowered her
ass and my lund slid in like a well-
oiled piston. When her mons pressed
against mine and the lund was fully
engulfed by her chut she bent a little
forward to permit me to take one
delicious nipple in my mouth and
suck on it.

As soon as my lips touched her

areola her chut started throbbing. My
lund retaliated with a mighty jerk.
Unsheathing almost the whole of the
lund by lifting up her hips she
suddenly dropped herself down
taking it all in. After five or six such
pranks she got tired and laid herself
down on my prostrate body. My lund
was far from satisfied and so was her
chut. Putting my hands under her
hips I lifted and held them a little
away from me. This gave me enough
room for moving my pelvis. I started
long vertical strokes from below
upwards into her chut. As expected
her chut was secreting plenty of love
juices making my work easier.
She could not keep her weight on her
arms for long. She collapsed on my
chest but did not forget to glue her
mouth to mine. After few minutes we
changed position. She lied down flat
on her back with pillow under her
head and lifted both legs high in the
air. I stood up on the floor and
pushed my lund in her chut. As we
continued fucking our excitement
escalated. Baasanti could not control
herself. She became frantic to
precipitate orgasm that was eluding
her. In broken words she told me
something, which I could partly
understand. She pushed me and I
took the hint. Pulling out my lund I
sat up. Hurriedly she grabbed me by
my hair and pushed my face into her
bhos. She gibbered something like,
"Take it in, in, take it between lips ...
Oh, can't you see it?"
She had guided my lips on to her
clitoris. At first I felt it a little dirty
but then the smell that came from
her vulva was so intoxicating that I
said what the hack, let's see what
happens. Tentatively I closed my lips
on her erect bud and she jumped
shouting, "There, there, right there,
Oh, God...."

I ran my tongue along the short

length of the clitoris and once again
took it between my lips. Two tugs
and Baasanti cried out in a
shattering orgasm. She bucked and
jumped like a mad mare, pulled a
handful of my hair and scratched my
back with her nails. Her orgasm
lasted for what seemed to be like an
eternity.

After the tornado went away she

flopped down like a rag doll, drained
out of energy. With a feeble effort
she pulled me over her and said in
my ear, "I wish I would be your wife.
I am sorry that I did not start fucking
with you earlier. Did you come?"

I did not reply. I simply lifted her

legs, pushed in my lund and furiously
pumped away into a glorious
orgasm. While my body jerked in
orgasmic throes she soothed my
back and butt with gentle caresses.

I did not know when and how we

slept. It was late morning when my
eyes opened. Baasanti was gone
without leaving any trace of her
presence. I did not see her around.
Suman Bhabhi immediately noticed
that my eyes were searching for
somebody. She cornered me and
asked, "Whom are you looking for?
Anybody special?"

I should have wakened up at that

moment but like a fool I continued
thinking about Baasanti and nothing
else. She did come again and we
fucked regularly for five nights. Then
she disappeared. I was hoping that
she would stay for about a month,
but she went away rather early and
suddenly. She did not care for a
farewell fuck.

Then started the real drama.

Nothing happened for three days

following Baasanti's departure. Only I
was feeling sad. I remembered her
chut and masturbated more
frequently than ever.

On the afternoon of the fourth day I

was trying to engage my mind into
study with a book in one hand and
erect lund in the other. In came
Suman Bhabhi. I was taken totally
unaware. Quickly I adjusted my
clothes and hid my lund. But, my
friends, it is not easy to hide a fully
erect lund. Bhabhi had an eyeful
before I could hide it. With a
mischievous smile on her sweet lips
she asked, " Kyun Devarji, padhai
kaisi chal rahi hai? Mein kuchh
madad kar sakati hun?" (Hi, Devar ji,
how is the study going on? Can I be
helpful?)

I had difficulty in speaking as,

suddenly my mouth had gone dry.
With a voice totally foreign to me I
said, "n..no, no, thanks Bhabhi.
Every thing is ...is ....al...alright."

With a sparkle in her eyes she said,

"You had something in your hand
when I came in, which you hid some
where. What was it? Where is it?"

I had recovered to some extent and I

was not to be out done. With a
serious face I said, "Ohhh ...that?
That is of no use to you."

Bhabhi was adamant, said, "Very

well, let me take a look." Without
warning she grabbed my lund,
squeezed it and dropped it. She said,
"Oh God, what are you doing with a
piece of wood? Are you crazy?"

"Bhabhi, cut the crap. Tell me why

are you here at this odd hour?"

She smiled sweetly again and said,

"Just to ask you a question."

"Which is?"

"How did you like Baasanti's black

pussy?"

I was shocked. Shocked and excited.

As such I had deep liking for Suman
Bhabhi. I had never thought of
fucking either of the older Bhabhis.
With Suman it was other way round,
there was no time when I ceased
thinking about fucking her. That day
it looked like she was adding fuel to
the fire. First she grabbed my lund,
and then uttered 'pussy'. I was
puzzled but not my lund. It was in
the process of wilting but now
reverted itself and became fully
erect once again. It did not go
unnoticed by Bhabhi who said, "See,
see your lund is saluting merely on
hearing her name."

I tried to wriggle out by telling a lie,

"What are you talking about, Bhabhi?
What have I to do, if anything, with
Baasanti's pussy? I have not seen
Baasanti, let aside her pussy as you
call it."

"I see, may be she came in here for

prayer meetings every night?"
"Wrong. She has not come here at
all."

With a sly smile she pulled out a

panty, stiff with dried semen on it.
She waved it in my face and asked,
"This was found in your bed. Whose
is it?"

Here I committed a fatal blunder

blurting out confidently, "This cannot
be hers because she never ...
never....oh o. "

"Yes, you are right she never put on

a panty. But then how do you know?"

"O.K., I plead guilty. I fucked her,

o.k.? So what? She came by herself
to me. Did I do anything wrong?"

"That will be decided by your

Bhaiya."
My heart sank on hearing his name. I
knew he did not approve of extra
marital sex especially with a servant.
I threw myself at her mercy and said,
"Why have you to bring Bhaiya in
this matter? Please don't tell him. In
return I will do anything you tell me
to do, any time, anywhere. You tell
me and I will do it. Anything under
the sun, but no Bhaiya, Please, my
beloved Bhabhi?"

That was when she seriously told

what she wanted of me and why. She
talked for half an hour at the end of
which I was convinced that she was
right.

First she made me take an oath of

secrecy. That done she proceeded to
test my knowledge of human
reproduction asking questions about
lund, choot, semen, spermatozoa,
pregnancy etc.

Once satisfied, she said, "You know

why your Bhaiya cannot father a
child?"

"No. Why? Does he not fuck you

good?"

"That he does and quite well indeed,

with all three of us. Every time he
takes us to the climax and deposits
large quantity of semen in the chut.
But there are no sperms in his
semen. His balls do not produce the
essential element, the sperms."

"What could be done?"

"I intend to give him a son."

"How?"

"That is where you step in."

It took me a couple of minutes
before settling in my conscious
brain. Then it clicked. Bhabhi was
asking me to plant a baby in her
womb. But how could that be done
without fucking? That means I will
have to fuck her. Oh Boy.

Then I realized that she had

deliberately trapped me with
Baasanti so that I would not deny her
proposal. However I did not feel bad
about it, in fact I liked it. She
apologized and also informed me
that of her own she wanted to be a
mother. With an expression of shock
on my face I said, "Bhabhi, what are
you talking about? You and me? You
are like a mother to me. How can I
fuck you?"

"Simple, be a madarchod. (mother

fucker)."
"Bhabhi, please do not joke."

"I am not joking. Do you wish I go to

an unknown man or to a servant or
to some nin com poop and allow his
dirty cock up into my chut? Do you
wish that?"

"Stop it. I do not want you to do that

and you know it. But .... "

"But, let your Bhaiya know and ask

for his permission?"

"No, no. He would kill both of us

merely for thinking on these lines."

"Relax, Mangal. Our scriptures have

recognized sixteen different types of
'sons', this kind being one of them."

Even though I was feeling tickled in

my heart at the prospect of fucking
Suman Bhabhi, I made a show of
reluctant acceptance. At long last I
consented.

To make amends I smiled and said, "

It was not necessary for you to take
all this trouble, Baasanti and all. You
could have simply called for me and I
would have fucked you anytime any
where."

She felt shy, her face flushed but she

said, "Do not brag. Fucking requires
a lund and you only have a nunni, I
am told."

"Me and nunni? Shall I take it out and

show you?"

"No, no, no. Not now, may be in near

future."

"You will give me a certificate to that

effect."
Ignoring the banter she said, "We
shall do like this: Whenever he fucks
me, I shall come to you the next day.
Say, he fucks me on Monday night at
ten, I will come to you on afternoon
of Tuesday. In case I conceive, and
pray God I do, he will think that it is
his doing. This way we will maintain
peace in the family."

Friends, after a couple of days

Bhaiya went to another village for
some work; he was to return after
three days. Once he was gone,
Suman came to my room in the
afternoon. I folded her in my arms
and tried to kiss her. Putting her
finger on my mouth she said, "Suno,
kal raat tumare Bhaiya ne mujhe tin
baar choda hai, so aaj mein tera
garbh dhar lun to bhi kisi ko shaq
nahin padega. Din dauran aane ki
vajah bhi yahi hai." (Listen, last night
your Bhaiya has fucked me three
times. So nobody will suspect us
even if I become pregnant by you
today. For the same reason I have
come during daytime.)

Without speaking I took her finger in

my mouth and sucked on it. I wetted
it well with my saliva took it out and
ran it on her closed lips. Once her
lips were wet enough I bent down
and licked them with my tongue. She
opened her mouth and took my
tongue in and started sucking on it.
She steadied my head holding it in
her hands while I was busy feeling
her rounded hips. In the process I
had lifted up her sari and petticoat
baring her butt to my fingers. My
lund instantly had hardened and was
already oozing copious amounts of
precum.

I stiffened my tongue like lund and

started its movements in and out of
her mouth not unlike those of a lund
in choot. At this point Suman felt for
my cock and untied the string of my
pajamas. The pajamas fell to the
floor, I was not wearing knickers, and
she quickly grasped my lund.

I guided her to the bed and set down

with her in my lap. She was holding
my lund while we continued French
kiss. My fingers unhooked her blouse
and separated its flaps exposing her
breasts overflowing from a tight little
bra. I had some difficulty locating the
hooks of her bra. At this point she
helped me by unhooking bra herself.
I completely removed her blouse and
bra. She tugged at my nightshirt and
taking her hint I removed it. My
hands were busy caressing her firm
smooth breasts and pinching her
knobby areolas and pointy nipples.
She had medium sized conical
breasts that sat high on the chest.
Firm like those of a fourteen year old,
they fitted perfectly in my palms. I
caressed them one after the other
running my fingertips from wide
base to pointed peak of a nipple.
Goose bumps broke out on her body.
My hands also felt itchy. I closed my
palm gently over one breast and
squeezed. She moaned and my lund
started dancing.

I continued playing with her boobs.

Her erect nipples were inviting. I
touched them with fingers moistened
with my saliva and pinched them
between my thumb and forefinger.
Suman said, "Gently please, my
nipples and clit are very sensitive,
cannot bear the touch at times like
this."

Did I tell you about Suman Bhabhi?

She was slim with a height of 5'6"
and weight of 120. Her complexion
was fair. She had round face with
natural rosy cheeks and full lower lip
red like a ripe tomato. Her most
attractive feature was her eyes
which had a kind of sparkle rarely
seen. She had straight lustrous and
silky hair reaching between knees
and ass. She had a well-rounded and
shapely ass leading down to long
slim legs. She had a flat tummy and
tiny waist. I will describe her pussy
later on.

We were not in a hurry. While I was

busy with her tits, her hand was
wrapped around my cock, which was
jerking every few seconds. She was
gently milking out the pre-cum with
up and down motion of her fist. The
foreskin was sliding on and off the
glistening head of my lund. There
was a look of admiration in her eyes.
She said, " Devar ji, you have grown
up to almost like your Bhaiya. Clearly
this, yours is no nunni (small penis of
a boy), it is a full-fledged lund. My
devarani (sister-in-law) is going to be
one lucky girl. But let's not talk. Do
not tease me any more, make
haste."

She lay down flat on her back with

pillows under her head. She pulled
up her petticoat and sari way above
her waist and lifted her wide spread
thighs. Her bhos was fully exposed to
my view. She averted her face and
closed her eyes.

Like her breasts Suman's bhos was

also small, like that of a teenager.
The only difference was in having
hair; Suman's bhos had thick thatch
of black silky hair. Also may be her
clitoris was bit longer or it so
appeared due to excitement. The
outer lips were flashy touching each
other and concealing the inner parts.

I settled between her smooth thighs

with my pecker in one hand. She
herself pulled open the lips of her
bhos. I could then see the delicate
folds of inner labia, her clitoris and
the mouth of her chut. Every thing
was glistening wet with the slimy
love juice. A heady aroma wafted
from the bhos, which only made my
lund jerk uncontrollably.

Having fucked Baasanti I was now

somewhat experienced. While she
was holding her bhos wide open I
rubbed the head of my lund all
around her pussy especially over her
clitoris. Immediately her hips started
bucking. My lund was ready to burst
but I persisted on spreading my
juices all over her bhos.

When she could not take any more of

this teasing she snatched away my
lund from my hand and directed it to
the mouth of her chut. I allowed her
to engage the head of my lund in the
mouth of her chut and bent forwards
supporting myself on outstretched
arms. Mischievously I asked,
"Bhabhi, kaho kya chahati ho (sister-
in-law, what is your wish)?"

Her answer surprised me, "Mangal,

sale chutiye, tu ab tera lund meri
chut men dal kar nahin chodega to
mein tera khun pi jaaungi. Kis ki raah
dekh raha hai tu, bahenchod,
bhadave?" (Mangal, you product of
fucked up pussy, if you do not fuck
me pushing your lund in my chut I
shall drink up your blood. You sister
fucker pimp, whom are you waiting
for?)

This was enough for my lund and

me. One strong push and all eight
inches of my lund were buried in her
chut. "Aaaaahhh.....", she uttered
and wrapped her legs around my
waist and her arms around my neck.
She was like a ripe fruit. Her chut
immediately started throbbing.

Pushing my lund as deep as it could

go I waited savoring the sweet touch
of her velvety vagina on the length
of my lund. I had fucked Baasanti's
chut but it came nowhere near
Suman's in tightness, softness and
milking technique. I was scared that I
would climax before she gets her
orgasm. Hence I said, "Bhabhi, you
want me to cum early?"

She rained kisses on my face and

said, "No, no/ Make it as long as
possible and enjoy."

"Then stop milking my lund."

"I am not doing it knowingly. It just
happens. Don't you like it? Every
time my chut spasms your lund
responds with a jerk."

I pulled out few inches and pushed

in. I could tolerate it. I tried again
and thus started my slow rhythm
fucking of Suman's chut. Both, my
lund and her bhos had secreted large
amount of lubricant juices. Whole of
her bhos and lower tummy and
upper thighs were smeared with
these juices. My scrotum and thighs
were similarly affected. Going in and
coming out of the lund was smooth
and easy, each movement sent
shivers to whole of my body. Suman
was ahead of me in excitation. There
was a pink flush over her breasts and
vulva, her hips were jerking
uncontrollably and her chut was
squeezing my lund like a fist.
I pounded on her pussy for what
seemed like an eternity. Meanwhile
she had had two small orgasms. In
the end she clamped upon my lund
in such a way that foreskin of the
lund started sliding up and down
over the sensitive head. It was then
impossible for me to hold the waters.
Suddenly the dam broke and I was
caught up in an earth shattering
orgasm. My whole body stiffened like
my lund and I stopped moving with
my lund deeply rooted in Suman's
chut. Only the lund convulsed and
jetted out thick globs of semen, I
don't remember how many times.
Suman bhabhi helped me by pushing
my crotch against her bhos with her
hands on my buttocks.

At last I came back to the earth. I

knew that Suman had not climaxed
and my lund in her chut was rapidly
wilting. That was when what
Baasanti had taught me came
useful. Keeping the mons pressed
against mons I rocked my pelvis side
to side. Baasanti had told me that
this maneuver does not need an
erect cock to stimulate the clitoris.
She was right. Suman Bhabhi
immediately cried out, "Oh, oh.
Ussss what are you doing?"

"I am trying to make you come. Want

me to stop?"

She was in no mood to answer, her

hips had already started jerking and
her chut started throbbing once
again. I continued the assault on her
clitoris and within seconds she
climaxed into a strong orgasm.

I held her lovingly till the orgasmic

throes subsided. My limp cock had
already slipped out of her chut. She
extended her legs and I dismounted.
She again lifted her legs up to
prevent semen flowing out of her
chut. She turned to her side; I
wrapped her in my arms from behind
and we both slept.

Friends, what could I say? Suman

Bhabhi came in daily and we fucked
twice every day till Bade Bhaiya
returned home. The lady luck smiled
on all of us and Suman missed her
next period. Morning sickness
followed. The family was overjoyed.
Everybody congratulated Suman
Bhabhi. Savita Bhabhi tied a taavij
(an amulet) on her arm to ward off
evil spirits. Bhaiya puffed up his
chest and twirled his bushy
mustachios. Champa Bhabhi took
over Suman's household chores.
Savita Bhabhi and Champa Bhabhi
were especially pleased because
now they had a hope of getting
pregnant and Bhaiya was likely to
fuck them more frequently as Suman
Bhabhi's chut was closed to him for
nine months.

It was ironic that the person

responsible for this achievement,
namely me, was totally ignored by
all. All except Suman that is.

After few days Bhaiya called in the

local lady doctor for a check up. She
confirmed the pregnancy and
prescribed some vitamins. She was
explicit in her talks. With all of us
present she told Bhaiya,
"Congratulations once again,
Kashiram Ji. This is a very precious
pregnancy you have been waiting
for. Now you will have to be careful.
You better keep away from Suman Ji
till after delivery."

Bade Bahiya turned beet red and

tried to restore dignity by offering
tea to the doctor. Savita and Champa
hid their smiles with their hands
while I could not help tittering.
Bhaiya glared at me with murderous
eyes.

At the next occasion when Bhaiya

went out, Suman Bhabhi came
hurriedly to me and said, "Mangal, a
serious problem has occurred. I am
scared to death."

Her fear was infective. My heart

went putty pat. I asked, "Wh ..what
happened?"

"I think. Savita Didi (elder sister) and

Champa Didi have smelled
something and are suspicious of our
relationship."

Perspiration broke out on my body,

My legs felt weak and I had to sit
down.
Bhaiya surely would kill both of us if
he came to know the truth.

I asked, "What shall we do Bhabhi?"

There were footsteps of somebody

approaching. She had to leave. While
going she whispered, "I will think
about something, don't worry."

Don't worry. Easily said than done.

Out of fear I lost my sleep and
appetite for the day. She came in
again in the early night and said, "I
have given it a serious thought.
There is only one way we can take."

"And that is?"

"You make them pregnant too."

I was shocked. I wanted to protest

but could not simply because she
was right. I complained, "Bhabhi,
after fucking you I have lost interest
in others. How shall I be able to fuck
them who are like mothers to me?"

Suman smiled and said, "Leave

everything to me. Be madarchod
(mother fucker) for sometime and try
to enjoy."

With all of them now involved in the

conspiracy it was easy for Suman
Bhabhi to formulate a plan of action.
Under one pretext or other all the
three would take turns to come to
my building. The one who had been
fucked by Bhaiya on the previous
night would slip into my room; the
other two would keep an eye for
intruders.

Within few days it happened to be

Champa's turn. She had had her
period before about ten days and
was fucked thrice the previous night.
She was feeling more bashful than
Suman or Baasanti. As soon as she
came in, she started removing her
clothes. I held her hands and said,
"Bhabhi, let me have the pleasure of
undressing you."

I took her in my arms, gave her a

powerful hug and said again,
"Bhabhi, I know it is as difficult for
you as it is for me. But why not to
enjoy it when we have to do it? What
do you say, Huh?"

She cringed like a schoolgirl. Lifting

her face I kissed her mouth. When
the simple kiss became a French kiss
she tried to push me away. Slowly
and patiently I guided her through
the experience of sweet kissing of
her mouth, her nipples, her bhos and
my lund. Within ten minutes we were
naked on the bed. She was still
covering up her bhos with her hands.
When at last I succeeded getting my
fingers on her vulva I found that she
was already wet and slimy from
previous night's fucking. I did not
have to wait for long.

Little nudging from me and she lifted

her legs and widened her thighs. I
settled between her legs and holding
the lund in my hand I rubbed its slick
head in the wet slit of her bhos. Her
bhos was overflowing with her own
juices and was swollen due to
excitement. As soon as my lund
touched her clitoris she sort of
jumped up and gyrated her hips.
Leaving clitoris alone I engaged the
head of my lund in the mouth of her
chut, laid down myself on her body
and glued mouth to mouth. She
wound her legs around my waist.

With slow steady pressure I entered

her chut. My foreskin got pulled up
immediately leaving now naked head
to rub against the velvety walls of
her chut. In spite of being fucked by
Bhaiya all these years her chut was
surprisingly narrow and snug. She
had a good grip on the lund.

All throughout she had kept her eyes

closed. With my lund fully ensconced
in her chut I broke the kiss and said,
"Bhabhi, open your eyes and look
down. Do you think my lund is as
good as Bhaiya's? I will not start
fucking you till the time you see my
und and reply."

Reluctantly she lifted her head from

the pillow and looked at the spot
where our bodies were joined. I
moved out the lund, about an inch
and made it jerk while she was
looking. She dropped her head on
the pillow and chewed her lower lip. I
asked, "Well, what is the verdict?"

She said, "Chalo na, kyun satate ho?

Achchha hai tumara, jaisa tumare
Bhaiya ka hai vaisa hi. (Come on,
please don' tease me. Yours is good,
as good as your Bhother's)."

I pinched up her pert nipple, glued

my mouth to hers and started
fucking her with slow deep strokes
using the whole length of my lund.
Champa started breathing fast with
Aah and Ooh. Soon she was writhing
and bumping making my lund rotate
around in her now relaxed chut. As
our excitement escalated my strokes
became fast and irregular. Couple of
times I pulled out completely to 'air'
my lund to hold my cumimg. (I learnt
this trick from Baasanti).

After about twenty minutes of

vigorous fucking she had a
shattering orgasm. I was not far
behind. The post-orgasmic flutter in
her chut played tricks on my lund,
and I swept into an equally glorious
orgasm. That was only when
Champa took initiative and kissed
me. All four of us, three bhabhis and
me slept in the guesthouse.

Next day Champa Bhabhi, who

usually served food to all of us
during lunch and dinner, avoided
facing me. Suman later on told me,
"Champa Didi is very pleased with
your performance last night. She has
told me to tell you that any time you
want ..... you know what, don't you?"

Of course I knew.

It was now Savita's turn. She had to

wait for an opportune day. Eventually
the fateful day came up. Savita
Bhabhi had been a mother to me
and I did not relish the idea of
fucking her but we had no other
option. Besides she was nearing
menopause and was left with limited
time to produce a baby.

As soon as the two of us were left

alone she closed her eyes. I took her
in my arms and kissed her lips. She
bore it passively without opposing. I
did not remove all of her clothes; I
unhooked her blouse and bra and
took her breasts in my hands.
Immediately her nipples became
erect. That prompted me to leech my
mouth to the nipples. As I took her
nipple in my mouth and sucked on it,
her excitement escalated and she
stretched herself flat on the bed
taking me over her. Much later
Suman told me that nipples were the
keys to unlock the passion in Savita
Bhabhi. (She, in turn had learned the
fact from Bhaiya.) Savita Bhabhi
herself pulled up her sari and
petticoat and spread her thighs. My
lund meanwhile had started
stiffening but was not fully erect yet.
Bhabhi herself was managing bhos
and lund so I used my hands to
caress her breasts and roll her
nipples.

Pushing her hand between our

bodies Bhabhi untied the string of
my pajamas. She pushed the
pajamas down my hips and grabbed
my lund, which was half erect at the
best. All the same she directed it to
her chut and prompted me to push
in. I pushed but the shaft buckled
and only the head entered the chut.
At this point Bhabhi contracted her
chut and squeezed the head. The
lund responded by a jerk and
increase in hardness. Three such
squeezes and lund became fit to
enter any kind of chut. Savita
Bhabhi's chut was not so young and
was well used. It was not as tight as
those of Baasanti and Suman but it
had strong internal muscles, which
could squeeze a lund like a fist. Over
the years Savita Bhabhi had trained
her chut well.

Once the lund was in the way was

clear. I fucked Bhbhi for half an hour
and gave her three orgasms.

Next day all four of us sat together

and pledged that we will keep this
matter a secret.

Bhaiya had stopped fucking Suman

Bhabhi, not the other two. All of
them demanded fuck from me and
who was I to deny their command?

Luckily other Bhabhis also conceived.

Bhaiya was ecstatic. The family
astrologer claimed the credit saying
that he had predicted babies by
Bhaiya once the shadow of Saturn
went away from the family. Good
that he could not predict as to who
was to father the babies; or let's say
he could predict but kept his mouth
shut. Good for everybody.

In due course Savita and Suman

gave birth to boys and Champa to a
girl. Bhaiya hosted a big feast,
distributed sweets to the whole
village, and donated money to
temples and local charities.
Festivities continued for more than a
week after the birth of the youngest
child. It was good that nobody paid
attention to my activities and me
because I was then busy fucking
Baasanti who was specially called in
to attend the new mothers. I
resolved not to marry.

Everybody is happy, everything

running smoothly. There is a small
problem only I have to face. All the
three kids are dear to Bhaiya and he
takes good care of them. Problem
occurs when sometimes he gets mad
and gives a slap or two to the child. I
find it difficult to bear. I feel like
holding his hand and tell him,
"Beware, Keep off my child."

As of now I have not collected

courage enough to tell him so.

Later on the secret was out. Who did

it? How did Bhaiya react? I will tell
you in next part of the story,
provided you are not bored so far.