(Author's Note : This story is a product of imagination. If any of the characters befits anybody, dead or alive, it is entirely coincidental and unintentional. I have taken the liberty of using some of the juicy Indian words like Lund : adult erect penis Bhos : vulva, cunt Chudai : fucking Chut : vagina All the characters are beyond the age of 18.) T...
Hi! I am Rahul and this is the first time I am writing to you about experiences I can never forget. I hope you can relate to it, since it was the sort of opportunity which comes in every man's way, but, only a few lucky ones can grab it. I have been working in an office which has equal number of females as males. Most girls are from middle-class backgrounds...
Note : This is work of fiction. All characters are 18 and above at the time of narration. * Hi Friends, How are you? I am Neelam, once again coming with an interesting story of an unusual twist of events in the life of a young girl of poor family. If you, by chance, happen to pass on Arapaho street at Beltline in the city of Dallas, U.S.A. you will see a...
Before starting part 2 I reproduce here are the last few lines of part 1 to refresh your memory: Sarit was still lost in her thoughts and quite oblivious to all that transpired. 'Sarit,' I said. No response. 'SARIT!' I said loudly. 'Eh! What did you say?' Sarit replied pulling her mind back to reality, 'sorry I was lost in my thoughts'. 'So it see...
Before starting the 3rd part, I give below the last few lines of the 2nd part. The following weekend, Sarit and I visited our sisters. I told them what daddy had said. 'Congratulations,' Madhu didi said embracing me, 'Why so morose, you should be happy that you will have a man all to yourself'. 'In a way I am happy,' I replied, 'but what worries me is wh...
Note: Miss Z, a fan of mine wrote: I quote, "Saheb Ji, you are discriminating against Muslim girls' .They also deserve a good fucking…. We (Miss Z and her two friends, Miss R and Miss F) also appeal to you write a story involving three of us. Our fantasies are Hindu guys fucking us with their mighty lunds (cocks) and then exchanging partners." I have wri...
After Nisha, the little one, got married I felt very lonely and depressed. I required a change of scenery to get her out of mind and system. As I had never been to Bombay, I decided to visit it. I contacted my college friend Krishan, who lived there. "Good idea, Saheb. I have a nice flat and you must stay with me. We will enjoy ourselves like in the old da...
At 5.50 p.m. on a hot May evening I was sitting on the lower berth of a coupe compartment in the first class air conditioned coach of a train scheduled to depart for Madras in ten minutes time. I was on my way to attend a business meeting. My name is Saheb Sahebji. This is not my given name but everyone including my parents calls me by it. Anyway, what is i...
To refresh your memory I reproduce the last few lines of part 7: 'MOMMY' he shouted and embraced Razia. 'Nice to have you back' Razia said kissing the lad, 'you little rascal what are you doing here shouldn't you be in college?' 'Sure but due to unusually long dry spell there was no water in the hostel and the vacations were only a week away therefore t...
Dear friends my name is Saheb Sahebji. I am young, tall and slim. By profession I am a commercial artist. In my last story 'Kala, the single mother' you read that Nisha, my little one got married. Her last words to me were, 'Big one, go after Cassie (her best friend) she loves to fuck. (To find out more about Nisha read 'Nisha, the little one' and 'Kala, the...