It was approximately 1pm when we heard the payal-laden footsteps of

women. Dadaji, Vivek & I were in the living room now. We were on our 3rd
or 4th beers and quite happy. Shanta was going back and forth laying the
table and cooking in the kitchen. On her initial trip near us, I had
mentioned how Dadaji had opened her hair bun and pressed her tits
shamelessly. Each time he summoned her to bring us something he
fondled her and took off an item of her clothing. This time when she came
by with additional beers, her hair was tied up in a half open bun and her
sari was missing totally. She was just in a blouse and panties. Her very
pregnant stomach was protruding out. But she never ever protested or
tried to disobey or resist Dadaji. I suppose over the years he had trained
her into complete submissiveness and obedience.

As Asha walked into living room with Sandhya (Asha's sister), Dadaji was
in the process of ripping off Shanta's blouse, leaving her lactating tits
hanging out. Dadaji then proceeded to bite into Shanta's nipples and slap
her tits. Then he smacked her big ass hard and sent her on her way back
to the kitchen ordering her to get the lunch ready.

Sandhya came into our view. She was wearing the all white attire of a
recent widow. Her head was covered by the sari and the only exposed
skin was that of her flat stomach. She was dark skinned, more so than her
sister Asha. About 5 ft 2 inches tall. Thin. Not voluptuous. I couldn't
immediately judge her hair length. Her face, even without make-up, was
quite cute. My cock twitched looking at her and I was eager to see and do
more with her.

Dadaji said: "Sandhya, aao. Ye humara potaa Vivek hai aur ye inka khaas
dost Navin. Dono America mein padtay hain. Navin yahan Vivek ke saath
do haftay ki chutti mananay aaya hai. Tera kaam hoga Navin ko khush
rakhna. Samjhi?" (Come Sandhya. This is my grandson Vivek and his good
friend Navin. They both study in America together. Navin will be here for
next two weeks. Your duty is to make sure he is happy. Understood?)

Sandhya: "Thakurji, mein samjhi nahi. Mein kya karr sakti hoon inkay liye."
(Master, I do not understand. What can I do for Navin sir?)

Dadaji: "Abay saali Asha, tunay apni behan ko nahi samjhaya iska kaam.
Saali nalayak kutti hai tu. Chal isko dikha iska kya kaam hoga aglay do
haftay." (You dumb bitch Asha, looks like you have not explained to your
sister what her role will be here. You are a useless bitch. Come here and
show your sister what she will be doing for the next two weeks).
Asha quickly walked towards Dadaji and got on her knees in front of
where he was sitting. She looked up at him and he just put his hand on
her bun and opened it and said one word "choos" (suck). She obediently
slid her hand in between the folds of his dhoti and took his cock out and
into her mouth.

Sandhya stood speechless and stunned watching her sister lose herself to
the power of the patriarch's cock. Dadaji just put his head back and
moaned as his woman worshipped his cock.

Vivek: "Saali madarchod kutti Sandhya..muh kya dekh rahi hai...idhar aa

aur mere dost ka lauda choos haramzadi. Humaray Thakur khandaan ki
izzat ka sawaal hai." (You motherfucking bitch Sandhay..why are you
standing there looking at our faces. Come here and suck my friend's cock
you dumb fuck. This is a matter of honour for our family).

Sandhya looked helpless. She saw the pregnant Shanta going back & forth
from the kitchen and dining area, laying the food. Shanta was topless, her
hair half open and only wearing panties and payals and seemed oblivious
to how she looked in public. Then she saw her own sister sucking Dadaji's
cock furiously and with total devotion. She also saw her sister's mother-in-
law Varsha going about doing household cleaning chores as if nothing was
amiss. She too was only wearing just a blouse and and panties. Nothing
else.

I stood up from where I was sitting and told Sandhya: "Chal raand..kamray
mein chal aur meri vaasna ko bhuja." (Whore slut, come to the bedroom
and satisfy my lust).

Sandhya saw that her fate was sealed. She would have known that when
the zamindars wanted a woman from the village, the woman had no
choice in the matter. She either satisfied their lust willingly or they took
her by force. Seeing her own sister willingly service the senior patriarch
must have been the tipping point. She quietly bowed her head and turned
around towards the nearby bedroom. I came up from behind her and put
one hand on the back of her head and pulled down her sari "pallu"
exposing her head. My cock twitched immediately seeing the large bun of
jet black hair tied up neatly. I put my left hand on it and pulled at it but it
came undone only partially. She had tied in tightly. She shrieked in pain
as I pulled at her hair again. I was drunk, horny and irritable.

Me: "Saali haramzadi kutti, itna tight baandhkar rakhti hai apna juda. Kutti
chinnal...tere baal khol madarchod saali" (you fucking dumb bitch, why
the fuck did you tie your hair so tightly. Bitch slut, open your hair
motherfucking bitch).

She made a motion to undo her hair, but I was mad with lust. I just pulled
again at her half undone bun and started dragging her towards the room.
She was shrieking in discomfort and begging me to be take it easy. I
heard Vivek laugh loudly when she said that. I turned towards him and
said "Buddy, do you want to join me in training this cunt and showing her
her role?"

Vivek replied and said "No yaar...you nail her by yourself. My load is
reserved for Malti. I want to make sure I knock her up before we head
back to the U.S."

Saying that, he walked out of the house and to his jeep. I assumed he
would head back to his father's mansion and fuck his woman there.

Back to Sandhya. I pushed her roughly into the room. She was staggering.
Half standing, half falling. I yanked her long hair (which flowed down well
below her ass) and wrapped it around my wrist. Her screaming continued.
I pulled her face towards mine and roughly kissed her.

I asked her: "Kitne dino se nahi chudi tu saali?" (How many days has it
been since you last fucked bitch?

Sandhya: "Ji sahabji...teen mahina ho gaya maalik. Jabse mera pati chal
basaa mainay nahi kiya" (Sir, it has been three months. Since my husband
died I have not had sex).

I pulled her closer and kissed her again. This time more gently. Village
women in India rarely know sexual pleasure. Men take their fill and rarely
care about women's pleasure. I could see that Sandhya was surrendering
to me willingly, so I decided to give her the best experience of her life.

I gently pushed her sari back off her body and then roughly tore open her
blouse exposing her tits. I cupped her right breast and starting mauling it
bit. She was moaning into my mouth as I kissed her.
I told her: "Dekh Sandhya, agar tu mujhay khush karegi to main bhi tujhay
bahut masti doonga" (look Sandhya, if you make me happy, I too will give
you lots of pleasure").

She replied "Ji maalik. Jo aap ka hukum. Jo aap bolo mein karungi. Mein
apki daasi hoon aaj se" (Yes master. whatever you say, I will do.. I am
your slave from today).

I pushed Sandhya down on her knees in front of me. I was sitting on the
foot of the bed and she was on the floor in between my legs on her knees.
A raw, cute, long haired, tight bodied Indian village woman looking up at
me with expectation and slight trepidation. I told her to unzip my jeans
and take out my cock which was straining to spring free anyways. She
obeyed wordlessly. Her eyes went wide when my hardening cock grew to
it's full girth & length and I could see her breathing speed up.

I said "kya Sandhya, tere marad ka lauda itna bada nahi tha kya?" (what
Sandhya, wasn't your husband's cock as big as this?)

She replied that my cock was almost twice as large as her late husband's
and that she was scared that she would not be able to take it inside her. I
just put my hands on her head and pushed her towards my cock and told
her to start sucking. She was very inexperienced but soon instinct took
over and she started taking more of my cock into her mouth. My cock was
about halfway inside her mouth when she starting choking. I pushed her
head down harder and thrust my hips forward driving more of my cock
into her mouth. She struggled to breathe but I was past caring.

I said "saali haramzadi choos theekh se...kutti neech jaat ki raand...choos

apne malik ka lauda" (fucking bitch such my cock properly, you low class
whore bitch...suck your master's cock).

I let her get some air then pushed her face back on my cock. I wrapped
her hair around my left wrist tightly giving her no space to move her head
except up & down on my raging erection. Then I pulled her face up by her
hair, stood up from the bed, pushed her onto the bed on all fours.

She looked back at me in fear and said "Maalik aaram se karo ji...mein
bahut nazuk hoon...apka lauda bahut bada hai sahabji...bahut darad hoga
mujhay" (Master, please take it easy on me. I am very fragile. Your cock is
too big master...it will be very painful for me)
I just laughed and inserted two fingers into her cunt. She was not fully wet
yet but moaned loudly as I plunged my fingers into her womb. Her tight
little anus hole also looked inviting but I would open that up later. A few
seconds of fingering her cunt got her juices flowing. She was moaning
loudly. Her long hair was still wrapped around my wrist and I pulled it back
hard so her neck was snapped back. I kissed and bit it roughly as I
fingered her from behind. She was losing control rapidly.

It was time to take ownership of her body. I rubbed my hard cock against
her wet slit and then plunged it inside with a single hard thrust. She
screamed loudly as I entered her cunt, vagina and eventually breaking
through into her womb. Her eyes went wide in shock and as I pulled her
hair hard from behind to use as leverage to fully plunge all of my cock into
her body she started shrieking loudly.

"Ahaahh...maalik...aaaaah...sahabji...aaaaaaah...nahi nahi...aap bahut

baday ho...aaaaaah. nahi sehen hoga...aaaaaaaah. maaar daaala sahabji
aapne" (oh master..master...you are too big...I cannot bear it...you are
killing me master).

That drove me over the edge and I started jack hammering into her
doggie style, abusing her loudly while fucking her like she was a dumb
slut (which she was!). My cock was getting ready to explode within a few
minutes. I knew it would not be an issue if I filled her womb and got her
pregnant.

I told her: "Sandhya abb mein teri coke bharnay wala hoon apne muth
se...le mera muth saali...le apne malik ka veerya..aaaaah" (I am going to
fill your womb with my seed Sandhya..take my cum, take my seed aaaah)

Her eyes went wide in horror and she begged me "sahabji nahi...nahi...aap
bahar nikalo...andar nahi sahabji...mujhay baccha ho jayega" (master no
no..please release outside not inside me...I will get pregnant).

I was beyond caring and said "to kya hua...baccha kar lena...apne malik ki
nishani hogi" (so what...have the child...it will be a mark of your master)

With that I ejaculated hard inside her womb.

Vivek's family had a hunting cabin in a more remote part of their estate.
We took Malti and Sandhya there for two days & nights. It was a secluded
2 bedroom cottage which afforded full privacy. Vivek drove us there.
Needless to say I enjoyed the 30-minute ride there in the backseat with
Sandhya sucking my cock to ejaculation. Vivek was horny and ready to
nail Malti by the time we arrived at the cottage.

He jumped out of his Jeep and pulled Malti out and dragged her by her
hair inside saying "chal haramzadi chinnal raand...andar aa jaldi..tujhay
thokna hai" (come your fucking bitch whore, come inside quickly, I want to
fuck you).

Sandhya and I strolled more leisurely into the cottage since I had already
released my load inside her mouth a few minutes before. When we
entered, we noticed that Vivek had not even waited to take Malti into one
of the bedrooms. He had bent her over the dining table in the middle of
the living area, had lifted up her ghaghra (skirt) and had already entered
her cunt. Her long hair was tied up around his wrist, which he had pulled
back forcefully so that her neck had snapped back. Using that leverage,
he had fully embedded his cock inside her cunt and was ramming it
straight in, all the while abusing her and treating her like a fuck toy. This
was not shocking or scandalous for me nor Sandhya because we had done
been in foursomes together for the past few days many times.

Vivek did not last long and after he had unloaded his seed into her womb
with a loud roar, he pulled out of her, zipped up his jeans and walked
towards me and Sandhya.

He said "hey buddy, I have something very interesting to show you. Follow
me."

He led us out the back door of the cabin and across a small garden. There
was a smaller cottage there. He opened the lock with his key and when
we entered, I was quite stunned. It was one room with a bed on one side
but the rest of the room was adorned with BDSM equipment -- chains,
whips, canes, handcuffs, loops on the ceiling. I had only seen this in porn
flicks (that too very few in the mid 1990s).

Vivek smiled at my surprise and said "We are going to have some real fun
with these cunts Navin. My dadaji (grandfather) had this cottage built
after returning from a trip to Amsterdam in the 1980s and uses it
occassionally. Dad brings his women here as well. Now it is our turn to
enjoy".
I could see the confusion in Sandhya's eyes and a minute later when Malti
came into the cottage I saw that her expression showed fear and terror. I
asked Vivek if he had brought Malti here before and he said he had not,
but her mother Shanta - who was carrying Dadaji's bastard child - and her
sister-in-law Champa had both been brought here a few times. Each time
when they had returned back they had been in bad shape with welt marks
on their bodies, unable to walk or sit properly, barely coherent, in shock.
When Malti made the connection in her mind, her expression turned to
sheer terror.

Needless to say, the next 2 days were great fun for me & Vivek. We
experimented in all sorts of ways with the equipment available there and
released whatever primal lust was in us into the two women.

The only rule in those sessions was that I could not ejaculate inside Malti's
womb. Otherwise it was a free-for all.

About 45 days after Vivek & I got back to college in the U.S., he received
news that Malti & Sandhya were both pregnant. With Malti, it was
definitely his child but with Sandhya it would be unclear if it was mine or
Vivek's.

Vivek & I have remained good friends since those days. His grandfather
passed away at the ripe old age of 88 in 2017. True to his nature, he was
virile to the end. In fact, he passed away in his sleep while in bed with a
24 year old village woman who gave birth to his child in early 2018. Vivek
told me that his grand father had sired 14 acknowledged children with 5
different women plus probably another 22-25 unacknowledged bastards
from a dozen or so women. His progeny ranged from ages 68 to the
newborn who arrived 8 months after his demise.

Vivek's dad is still going strong in late 60s. He had a total of 8 kids with
his concubine Champa over a 14 year period. She is still part of his
household although now he also enjoys with Champa's younger sister who
has just turned 25. He has fathered at least 14 children from 4 different
women including Champa. Champa's younger sister is due to deliver her
2nd child with him this year.

Vivek got Malti pregnant every winter when he visited India for 6
consecutive years. Incredibly, three of their 7 children were born of the
same exact date but in different years. Vivek lives in Delhi with his wife &
3 legitimate kids. He has a rakhail (mistress) in Delhi with whom he has 2
kids that he has acknowledged as his own. He continues to enjoy random
cunts from his ancestral village whenever he visits his father.

As for me, I did join Vivek on one other occasion at his ancestral home in
1998, post-graduation. His grandfather was nailing both Sandhya and her
sister that summer but I had the opportunity to fuck two fresh virgins from
the village. Needless to say it was a memorable 7 day vacation there.