I woke up about 6 hours later. It was 10.30-11 am.

Given jet lag and time

difference, I did not get too much sleep but was definitely more rested. I
showered and got dressed and came down to the living area in Vivek's
haveli (Mansion) around 11.30 am. Uncle (Vivek's dad) was sitting in the
living room, reading a newspaper. When he saw me, he put his paper
down and asked how I had slept. He then asked if I would like to have
some breakfast or coffee. I said I wanted coffee. He called out to Mangesh
to bring a coffee and some toast.

I asked uncle where Vivek was and he just smiled and said "beta, I think
Vivek is having some fun with Malti in the shower."

We just laughed. I picked up another paper and had begun to read.

Champa came out of her bedroom where she and uncle had spent the
night. Her long hair was open and well combed. She was wearing an
expensive looking traditional Indian, ghaghra-choli with bangles, payals
(anklets), dangling gold earrings, a diamond stud in her nose, a red bindi,
red sindoor (sign of a married woman) in her forehead, a gold
mangalsutra (another sign of a married woman) and a gold kamarbandh
around her exposed waist. As she passed by, I saw that her back was
naked as well, no bra.

Uncle saw me looking at her and said "isn't she a sexy bitch, son? I love
fucking her and she loves getting fucked by a real man. And she is so
fertile."

I replied "indeed uncle, you are a lucky man."

He asked her "Champa, tu kidhar jaa rahi hai?" (Champa, where are you
going?).

She replied "Thakurji, mein humaray bete ko dekhne jaa rahi hoon...parso
se nahi dekhne diya aapne. Chod hi rahay thay aap mujhay itna. Shaitaan
ho aap." (Master, I am going to see our son. I have not seen him since the
day before yesterday. You have been fucking me so much, so naughty you
are.)

Uncle said to her "tu mere kamre mein ja aur bistar ke baaju mein jo
drawer hai, usme se mein se chaar hazaar rupiaya le le humaray bete ki
parvarish ke liye" (you go to my room and take 4000 rupees for our son's
needs from the drawer next to the bed). Champa was ecstatic and quickly
smiled and came running to uncle and sat on his lap and kissed him
passionately and as quickly as she had come, she ran away. Uncle sighed
and said "saali...bahut shaitaan hai tu..." (bitch, you are so naughty).

Around noon, Vivek came out of his bedroom. He looked refreshed. He

was dressed in jeans and t-shirt and was smiling. He came to where his
dad and I were sitting. A couple of minutes later, Malti walked out of the
same bedroom. Her long black hair was wet and open. She was wearing
her nightie from earlier but it was ripped down the front. She was drying
her long hair with a towel as she walked uncomfortably towards her
servant quarters. Vivek ordered her to bring him some coffee
immediately.

Uncle asked Vivek how his night was and if he got any sleep. Vivek just
laughed and said that his night was fantastic but he did not get too much
sleep.

We all had a good laugh and uncle said "looks like you are planning to
impregnate Malti again beta. ha ha ha. That is good. It is your right as her
master and breed her. She is lucky that you chose her to bear your seed."

Malti brought me and Vivek our coffees. She had tied up her hair in an
untidy bun and had changed into a salwaar kameez that covered most of
her body. Neither of us said anything to her but Vivek did slap her ass as
she walked away from our area.

Vivek then said that he would like to go say hello to his grandfather. His
grandfather lived in his own estate about 5 kms away. He was a widower
and had given over the responsibility of managing their land to his son
(Vivek's dad) a few years before. We got into Vivek's jeep and drove to his
grandfather's estate.

We rang the bell and a woman opened the door. She looked to be in her
late 30s / early 40s. She was visibly pregnant. Ordinary looking, but
voluptuous body, dark skinned, and her hair up in a big bun. When she
saw Vivek, she immediately bowed deeply to say namaste.

Vivek said to her "Shanta ye mera dost Navin hai. America mein mere
saath padta hai." (Shanta, this is my friend Navin. He studies with me in
America). "Tera kaun sa mahina chall raha hai?" (how many months
pregnant are you?).
Shanta replied "ji...saatva" (sir, 7th month).

Shanta then bowed to me as well. Vivek said "Navin ye Malti ki maa

Shanta hai."(Navin, this is Malti's mother Shanta). I smiled at her and said
"accha...namaste Shanta"

Vivek said to her "Shanta, mere dadaji kahan hain?" (Where is my

grandfather?)

Shanta said "Ji..ji..woh...wohh...aap baithiye yahan, mein unko bulakar

laati hoon...woh...abhi...ji...woh" (She was stuttering and blushing, not
wanting to tell us where Vivek's granddad was).

Vivek did not have patience for this and we just walked into the main
living room. It was empty. Then he walked out to the verandah / patio
area overlooking a big garden. I was behind him. I saw a handsome, 65
year old man, strong like a bull with a wrestler's body, white haired sitting
on a large rattan chair. A young woman, probably in her early to mid 20s
was impaled on his cock in a reverse cowgirl position. She was thin, small
tits, her black hair open and in front, wearing a sari that was bunched up
around her waist, quite obviously married. Vivek's grandfather was
ramming her hard and abusing her loudly. She was moaning in pleasure.
Both his & her eyes were closed as they were lost in their sexual activity.
We just stood there on the side watching until Vivek's granddad unloaded
into her loudly and jerked a few times. The woman got off him, padded
down her sari, tied up her hair in a bun and walked away towards the
garden. I noticed a small hut in the distance that was probably where she
& her husband lived.

Vivek's granddad noticed us and smiled and joyfully welcomed us with

hugs. Vivek was smiling and asked "dadaji ye kaun thi?" (Grandfather,
who was this woman?)

He replied "beta ye mere maali Murli ki bahu, Asha hai. Abhi nayi nayi
shaadi hui hai. Iska pati Keshav Lucknow mein rickshaw chalata hai.
Bechari akeli pad gayi yahan." (son, she is the daughter-in-law of my
gardener Murli. She is newly married. Her husband drives a rickshaw in
Lucknow. Poor girl is so lonely.)

We had a good laugh at that.

Vivek congratulated his granddad on Shanta's pregnancy. He laughed and
said "beta, l hope you are enjoying with her daughter Malti. Maybe mother
and daughter can both be pregnant at same time! Ha ha ha."

We sat in the verandah chatting with Vivek's grandfather, the patriarch of

his family. Now retired from the worries of running a large estate for
several decades. He was clearly enjoying life as an older but virile
widower with money & status.

Vivek said "dadaji, bahut badhai ho. Lagta hai Shanta apke bacchay ki
maa bannay wali hai" ("Grandfather, congratulations. Looks like Shanta is
going to bear you a child").

His grandfather smiled and replied "haan beta. Shanta ki coke mainay
bharr di. Suna hai ki iski bahu Champa ki coke Subhash ne fir se bharr di
hai. Abb sirf tumhari baari hai beta. Iski beti Malti ki coke bharr dena iss
baar fir se. Pichli baar to baccha girwana padaa...par iss bar agar Malti ke
andar baccha dalaa to andar hi rakhengay."

("Yes son. I have impregnated Shanta. I also heard that your dad Subhash
has made Champa, Shanta's daughter-in-law, pregnant again. Now it's
your turn remaining. You should definitely try to impregnate Shanta's
daughter Malti while you are here. Last time when you knocked her up we
had to get her an abortion, but this time around, if you get her pregnant,
we will make sure it goes to the full term.")

Vivek laughed and said "Ji Dadaji. Pichle dus ghanton mein uski coke teen
baar mainay bhari hai. Navin ne to uski gaand bhi faad di. Hum dono ne
saath milkar usko thoka kal raat Dadaji. Aur aaj subah do baar mainay
uski coke aur gaand bharri. Iss baar to America janay se pehelay zaroor
iske andar baccha daalkar jaunga."

(Yes grandfather. In the past 10 hours I have filled her womb thrice. Navin
tore open her ass and the two of us fucked her at the same time last
night. This morning I filled her twice, once her womb and once her ass.
This time, before I leave for America, I will definitely knock her up).

His grandfather seemed pleased. After some general chit-chat, Vivek

asked about Asha, the woman we had seen him impaling when we had
entered. Dadaji said that he had been eyeing her ever since she came to
the house (about 3 weeks before) as wife of his gardener Murli's son,
Mahesh. Mahesh had to take a job in Lucknow (capital city of Uttar
Pradesh state) as a rickshaw driver and had left his new bride within 2-3
days of their marriage. Her voluptuous but demurely covered body and
glimpses of her long, luscious black hair (which Dadaji had seen her
combing in the garden outside the hut she shared with her in-laws) had
aroused Dadaji's "interest" in her. Shanta had been having a difficult
pregnancy and Dadaji had lost interest in Murli's wife Varsha (Asha's
mother-in-law) a couple of years ago. The horny patriarch was on the hunt
for a new pussy to plough and luck had delivered the right target directly
to him. Dadaji had made his move on Asha 10 days ago. He had
summoned Murli and Varsha and told them to bring Asha to his bedroom
within 30 minutes. Neither of them was surprised by this request because
Murli had witnessed first-hand (many times) his own wife being fucked by
Dadaji. Varsha had been used by Dadaji regularly for over the past decade
and had borne him 3 kids; Mahesh was her only child from her own
husband. In fact when Dadaji stopped fucking her, she was greatly
disappointed because she had enjoyed her time as Dadaji's concubine and
the perks that went with it. She immediately volunteered to bring her
daughter-in-law Asha to her master's bed and not only that, she remained
in the bedroom as her former lover, her owner and master proceeded to
rip apart the relatively innocent & inexperienced Asha who had only had
1-2 sexual experiences with her equally inept and inexperienced husband.

After that, Dadaji said that Asha had become addicted to his cock and
came to him shamelessly, often and enthusiastically. He estimated that
he had filled her womb 3-4 times a day since then and would not be
surprised if she was already carrying his child in her womb. Asha, in fact,
that gone as far as saying that she would never be with her husband
again. Dadaji had planned to get Mahesh castrated the next time he came
back to the village from Lucknow.

Dadaji then asked me about my family & upbringing and was happy to
learn that I too shared his grandson's interests and came from a
prominent family in Mumbai. He asked Vivek if arrangements had been
made for my entertainment, besides Malti. Vivek said that we were
planning to go "hunting" in the village. Dadaji laughed and said there was
no need to waste time doing that.

He summoned Asha who happened to be passing by on her way to the

kitchen. She was looking like a traditional conservative Indian village
woman. Her head was covered by pallu of her sari and only flashes of skin
were showing. Her hair was evidently tied up in a bun that remain
covered. She came close to us and did "namaste". She was unsure what
was going to happen.
Dadaji asked her "teri behen Sandhya gaon mein reheti hai na. Uski umar
kya hai?" (Your sister lives in the village, right. What's her age?").

Asha replied "thakurji, woh pachees saal ki hai. Widhwa hai" (Master, she
is 25 years old. She is a widow.)

Dadaji: "Bacchay hain? Akeli reheti hai kya?" (Does she have kids? Does
she live alone?)

Asha: "Thakurji, bacchay nahi hain, par haan who akeli reheti hai. Bahut
gareeb hai bechari" (Master, she does not have kids but lives alone. She is
very poor).

Dadaji: "Haan yaad hai mujhay. Pichley haftay aayi thi thujay milne.
Dekhne mein to mast hai. Aisa kar, tu ja usko yahan lekar aa. Ramu
tujhay gaadi mein lekar jayega. Ye Navin hai, humaray potay ka khaas
dost hai. America mein dono saath padtay hain. Yahan do haftay ke liye
ayaa hai. Jab tak yahan hai, Sandhya inke saath rehegi. Samjhi tu mein
kya bol raha hoon? Agar Sandhya inko khush rakhegi to enaam milega
accha usko. Thakur khandaan ji izzat ka sawal hai...usko samjha dena."

(Go get your sister from the village. Ramu will take you in the car. This is
Navin, my grandson's good friend. They study together in America. He is
here for 2 weeks. Till he his here with us, Sandhya will remain with him.
You understand what I am saying, right? If Sandhya keeps him happy, she
will be rewarded well. It is a question of the honor our great family.
Explain that to her.)

Asha was dumbstruck and stuttered something. Dadaji stood up from his
chair and slapped her face hard twice in quick succession and told her to
get going and stop wasting time.

Dadaji: "Saali randi haramzadi...ja jaldi aur lekar aa apni behan ko. Nakhre
karti has kutti. Thakur khandaan ki izzat ka sawaal hai haramzadi
chutmari raand. Ja jaldi."

(you fucking ungrateful whore, go quickly and bring you sister. How dare
you make excuses bitch. This is a question of honor for our family you
fucking whore bitch. Go quickly."
Needless to say, Asha needed no other prompting and quickly ran into the
mansion. We heard the car start a few minutes later. Dadaji smiled and
told me that I would enjoy Sandhya. He had seen her when she visited
Asha at the mansion and she was very fuckable.

Even though it was only early afternoon, Dadaji said that this called for a
celebratory drink. He shouted out to Shanta to bring the drinks cart, which
she did within minutes. When she came to us with it, he instructed her to
make some special snacks and lay out the lunch. Before she could leave
us he grabbed her bulging tits and squeezed them over her blouse as she
bent close to give him his drink. Then he grabbed her bun and yanked it
open, letting her butt length hair down. Smacking her ass hard, he told
her that Vivek was knocking up her daughter Malti and to be prepared to
be a mother and grandmother at almost the same time!