The Circle of Eight

(An Erotic Love Story)

I wrote this as a Hindi/English bilingual story in a different Avatar. I have since then lost the access to the account. Have not rendered it all in all English here. You can, if familiar with Hindi / Urdu can check it out at:

JJ Jadway

I have also written as

Cafune

on this site. None qualify as my best work, though. That is yet to come.

There will be more coming here soon, longer works.

My special thanks to

CriticalThinker

whose encouragement prompted me to put this here. - Onsra Cafune

***

A poet has said it right: there are only two truths in this world, and one is the stomach, the other below the stomach. These two make you do almost everything that is done in this world.

What else is there in life? To have a good home, be fed well, and to have someone to fuck when you want to. I have done well in both accounts. I have a large business, I deal in millions and billions, I have at last set the below stomach part right too, I have found the girl I love.

I am sitting on the balcony of my house, in a comfortable, ornate couch, a glass of Royal Salute tucked in my palm. In front of me, on the table, are six boxes, each contains an identical gift. A pack of cards made of gold, and an engraved gold invitation card.

'You are cordially invited..." The card reads, addressed to six different people, with their names in it. And a contact number to call for details.

This is a replica, not the exact one, of the paper cards we had used long time ago, to play a game that had been unique, the kind which may never have been played before, not after. A game that had bound eight different people for life; tied them in a Gordian knot that would be unbreakable.

This was during the college days, we eight friends had always been together, a disparate group that somehow found each other and got stuck to each other. This was a time when computer technology was about to change the landscape of Indian economy, we were in the final years of a reputed college in New Delhi.

Rita, my darling and my girlfriend, and then there was Nasreen and Rana, there was Juhi and Munaf, Fez and Rahul. The balance of the group worked well for us, not too many, and not too few to have a party on our own, we kept ourselves to ourselves, partied hard, studied hard.

That was the time when I was pretty sure I would one day marry the girl of my life, Rita and settle down with her. So it was with other pairs, it was pretty much expected that Nasreen and Rana would settle down, as would Fez and Rahul and Juhi with Munaf. It was the time when hormones ruled most of our thinking, we were happily involved with our partners, fucked them well whenever we could, but it was also true that we harbored sexual thoughts of others too. I would often wonder how Nasreen would be in bed, or Juhi or Fez. I am sure the other wondered the same thing too. We never acted on it though, respected the boundaries. Respected each other.

If Fez was not a good friend, or a girlfriend of my good friend Rahul, I would have loved to wallow in her regal sensuality. And if Juhi was not with Munaf, I would have surely lifted her small body like a doll and planted her on my hard cock. If Nasreen was not with Rana, I would have loved to strip her and kiss that perfect ass. And, of course, would have kneaded that perfect tits.

But that is quite natural, isn't it. Twenty somethings have raging hormones that want to fuck anything that has a cunt. Shit, sometimes even just an ass. But we kept our fantasies to fantasies. We never let them control us, though everyone knew that we would like to fuck each other's girls at the drop of a hat.

No one can remember who started the topic. This is the bane of humanity, no one ever remembers the first punch in fight, or who started a war. It was about two months before the final exams; we were all at Fez's house. As always we were at her house, studying. I am sure it was Rahul's imaginative mind that started it, but soon it became a debate. That free sex could not thrive or survive in our civilization. Our culture did not allow it and we were too steeped in it to think otherwise. It was against the human nature. Man may want to share his everything but not his woman, a woman in some societies is forced to share her man but does so reluctantly.

The girls and boys took different sides on this.

We said that it was possible, that we wouldn't mind sharing our girls with our friends for a night, but of course that girls had to agree. But could we watch our girls being fucked? Someone said that if there was enough love and trust in a relationship, the fucking should not matter, that it was just a biological act. Love should survive all obstacles.

Fez at last silenced everyone. There was no point in discussing this. Unless an experiment can be satisfactorily conducted there is no point in debate.

"Then let's do the experiment". Rita said.

"How?" Munaf questioned.

"I think she is on to something." Rahul said.

"Yeah, but how?" Juhi piped in.

"Well, simple. Let us all plan a week long holiday after exams, somewhere remote and far off, let us put ourselves there, let us remove all laws regarding sexual propriety and see how we react."

"I still don't get it." Juhi pursed her lips.

"What's not to get. A simple game like truth or dare could be played to see what our boundaries are. Don't you feel at times you want to test the limits and boundaries, see how far you would go on a sexual level?"

"I think I catch the drift." Fez said in her soft voice. "But I am sure we could come up with something more innovative than truth or dare. And I think I know of a place too. It will take us a little trouble but what was worth without trouble."

"I am a dunce, what the hell are you saying?" Munaf asked.

"That everybody concentrates on studies, exams are upon us." I interjected.

Four voices rose in unison: "No one asked you!"

"Okay okay. Rita you understand what Fez is talking about?" I said with raised hands.

"Yeah I think I get it." Rita answered.

"Then both of you get together and plan something out, We are here if you need to delegate something. Once you have a viable plan let us know." I said, trying to bring the matter to a conclusion. "Okay?"

"What do you say, Fez? Okay?" Rita looked at Fez with raised eyebrows.

"Done! Our first official meeting will be at lunch tomorrow okay?"

***

I thought the matter had ended there but as I just finished my last paper I met Fez. Her sparkling eyes seemed to twinkle even more.

"Tomorrow is Munaf's last paper; meet at the Den at 3.00 sharp."

Here we had been a little busy with our exams, had not met as often as we normally did.

That night I spent with Rita, we sat in a park, necking in a corner. When the coast was clear, she leaned and sucked my cock. My finger was in her pussy, bringing her off. When we got on the motorbike to send her home, I asked her about the meeting tomorrow at the Den. The Den was the guest house at Fez's house. Rita squeezed my arm and gave me an enigmatic smile.

"You will find out tomorrow."

The next day we gathered at the Den. Munaf came last, all sweaty and smelly; we pushed him into the bathroom and told him to wash first before we could even talk to him. We always kept spare clothes here, it was a normal thing for us to bathe here and sometimes even sleep here

When he returned, all cleaned up, Rita smiled and said.

"Fez, you have the floor."

"Okay guys. Remember the plan we had of taking an experimental vacation on free love, on testing the boundaries and limits of our sensuality? Well the plan is ready, listen to it first, then each of you one by one go to the coffee table there and pick a paper, YES or NO. Cast your votes. This experiment will not go forward if there is even one NO. Right? Got it?"

"Yeah sure, what is the plan?" Rahul asked.

"Wait you impatient oaf. The plan is simplest we could think of, we thought many and discarded them, and only this simple one seemed to work best, maybe because of its simplicity..."

She saw a few fidgety people and continued.

"Okay okay. The plan is this. We will all go to the house on the cliff. You know my father bought that piece of land and it came with a old house build apart from everything else. He had it refurbished and sometimes he flies there for a quite weekend. I have asked him and he has loaned it to us. We will go there all eight of us. No one will disturb us, the moment we reach there all rules pertaining to sex will become suspended. Hold on."

She took a sip of water. "But we thought nothing might happen if we just left it at that. So we decided that all of will play cards. And everything we do will be decided through it. It is like this. A card is dealt to everyone. One who gets the biggest card wins, the smallest card loses, the loser will have to do anything that the winner asks."

"Anything?" Juhi squinted, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes Juhi anything and everything, however absurd or outlandish it may be."

"Isn't that dangerous? Say for example I may win and you lose. I ask you to kill Raj..."

Fez looked at him with an enigmatic smile. "If you add that I make love to him first and then kill him then even that would be testing some sort of sexual limits, no? But we are sane people who love each other, I am sure we won't let anything that hurts someone happen."

"Any other rules?"

"Yes, several. One: We will not have any outside contact; all phones are to be left at home except for one which we will keep in a safe for emergency. Two: what happens there will be left there, nothing should affect our lives. We all are couples and will remain so. Three: We will leave all prejudices about sex, looks and life here."

"Anything else O Queen?" Rahul joined his palms and asked.

"You son of a Queen, yes. There are a few things that all of you have to do, a few errands." She gestured towards Rita who got up and distributed a few papers to each, making sure to read the name on top and each got the right one.

On my paper was mine and Nasreen's name. "Your job is to get everyone's sizes and get for them the sexiest possible clothes, two pairs." I looked at Nasreen and made a stupid face. But it was a good choice. She was the most well versed in fashion and I knew a few things about clothes.

Rahul leaned towards me and showed me his paper. He and Rita were to go find as many sex toys as they could, dildos, vibrators, double dildos, chains, clamps, BDSM things, a whole list of them.

Munaf and Fez would look after food and beverages, while Juhi would team with Rana and get all the best music and movies they could. A few porn and soft porn too.

"And... and just in case we don't end up without one, everyone will bring a pack cards."

"When do we go." I asked.

"On Sunday. Three days from today. Dad told me he could send us there in his chopper but I told him we wanted it to be a little rough adventure and we would take the Jeep. It will take us at least eight hours to reach there. So meet us here a day before to check everything is there and stay here if possible, we can then leave early in the morning."

We had fun after that; I pretended to use my hands to check the sizes, cupping my hands to see the girls' bra sizes. We laughed a lot as we always did. We passed around a bottle of wine that we took a slug of and passed it on.

When we met at sunset three days later, we had all the things we wanted.

"Jai Shiv Shankar..." Rahul called out seeing the pile of things. "How long we plan to live there? A few years?"

"Oh shut up and help get the things stuffed into the jeep.

"And cards?" Rahul asked and everyone produced a packet.

I lay on the couch and stretched myself. I was the designated first driver. I though I better have a good night's sleep. I had funny dreams that night. I dreamt that I was fucking Rita and suddenly I saw that she had changed to Juhi, while Fez had developed a cock and was holding it in hand and fucking Rita in a corner. I woke with a start, saw Rahul sprawled on the carpet and went back to sleep.

Fez woke us up early in the morning at dawn and her mother Naaz hovered over us telling us to take care and not get into trouble. Naaz, by the way, was a pure bred highest category MILF, whom everyone's cock in the room saluted. We had our little tastes of the lady at one time or another, but that is another story.

***

We started with a lot of noise and fanfare. I took the wheel while Rita sat next to me and Munaf next to her in the front. The others had made comfortable places for themselves and were singing away. The drive was beautiful. We passed through stretches of fields, yellowing a bit in the summer sun and colorful people. We stopped from time to time to have a cup of tea or snacks. We turned off the main road and the journey became a little rough.

I changed places with Rahul and he drove for a while. Then Nasreen took turn and last Fez who knew the tricky last part of the territory.

"God which idiot wanted to make a home here in the wilderness?" Munaf asked.

Juhi answered. "Must have been someone dumped by a girl and came here to become a philosopher."

"Oh not at all, many years ago a landlord fell in love with a low caste girl..." Rahul began in his usual dramatic style. Everyone laughed and listened to his cock and bull tale.

We reached just as the sun had begun to lose some of its intensity. There was still a good hour or two before dark.

"Listen, we will get the things down first and then refresh ourselves in the stream nearby, what say?" Fez asked.

We dragged the things in and trooped to the stream, the water was pleasantly cool. We dipped our feet and some lay on the grass. After a while feeling much better and the sun going down we trooped back to the house. Fez told us that someone had come last week and checked all the appliances and switched them on. So it was. The windmill behind the cottage generated enough electricity for the house. The fridge was cold, we stored our food and a few bottles of wine there, rest went into the cabinet under the sink. We took everything else and helped Fez rearrange the furniture. She ordered us to get all the rugs in the house and spread them here in the large living room.

"From now on this living room will be our home. Everyone lives here changes here, sleeps here."

"So when do we start the card game?" Munaf asked.

"Two choices." Rita said. "We can all rest for a while, take shower, change into something a little more attractive, sip a little wine, relax and then start. Or now."

"Let's vote. I say I need a shower." Munaf said.

"Let us." I added. "I for one would like to see the babes washed and fresh."

"And vice versa." Juhi smiled back.

"Hey I thought there were some special sexy clothes in the kitty. Why not wear those?" Rahul had the idea.

"No, keep them for later. Don't ask for all at once, patience is a virtue." Rita replied.

"Don't say that Rita. I am living on the hope of seeing four beauties in lingerie, hoping the sight will send my eyes to heaven. Now I have to stay in the lonely cottage for the rest of my life and cry." Rahul made a crying face.

"Lelele... my darling, don't worry. I will come here and pose in swimming suits for you."

"In that case it is okay."

Everyone laughed; Fez and Rita took the bathroom first. Because there were only two bathrooms here only two could bathe at a time. The boys asked the girls not to take too long doing their makeup. At which they called out that the makeup and changing was to be done in that room there.

When Fez and Rita came out, wrapped in towel, the boys whistled at them. Then Nasreen and Juhi were whistled at them too.

Rahul and I got the last turn. When we came out we saw the girls were still in the rooms, Rana and Munaf had got the barbecue fire going and we got the smell of cooking meat that made us hungry.

After a while Juhi put her head out and asked. "Is dinner ready?"

"A minute or two darlings." Munaf called, taking a swig from the wine bottle.

He began to pile the cooked meat on a large platter.

The girls came out, and we realized why they had taken so long. Everyone was dressed to kill. Wearing short skirts, high heels, well made up, their hair done in a beautiful style.

"Wow." Munaf said. "You girls are dressed for a party."

"Why you want us to get back to jeans and tees?"

"Oh no Nasreen baby, we are jumping with joy, now give us a catwalk and show the beauty of your hard work."

"Oh no, you want anything you have to win it."

We settled on the mattresses, the platter of mutton in the center, and three bottles in iced buckets.

Rana took out a pack of cards. "Should I deal?" Then like an expert began to deal a card each.

I had a king of spades. I knew I could not lose with this card, a win was a possibility. But luck works in strange ways. Rahul had an ace of clubs and my Rita had a two of diamonds.

"Ahaa..." Rahul pumped his hand and said. "Rita, you are the best dancer in the group, give us a sexy dance."

I knew how good Rita was at dancing, her ass could move in ways that were incredible, and when she shook it, I had always got a hard on. I knew there were going to be a few hard cocks in just a matter of minutes.

Juhi switched on the music, Rita started to dance, slowly at first, she came to the center and began to get in the mood, her ass began to shake, and as the beat got faster she was just a shaking ass. We all whistled and clapped along. She got even more in the mood she began to twirl, and her skirt went up, showing her red panties at which we clapped even more and she sat down, panting.

I noticed from the corner of my eye that both Munaf and Rana were changing their position, trying to hide their crotch. I smiled; I knew if they got a chance they would love to fuck Rita. But then I didn't think there was anyone in this room who would have said no to the other.

I decided to play a game within the game on my own, rate everyone on sexual level. It was certainly a meaningless exercise but it would be fun. I will start with Rita. My darling: who I loved a lot, one day, would marry. I knew how hot she was in bed, but always had a feeling that she never opened up completely to me, always held back. Always was a little reserved when being fucked. She had good tits, C cup, now at least I knew what everyone's tit sizes were.

Rita was size 35, wore C cups bra and had full but a little flabby tits, she always gave an impression she was wearing a size smaller, the way her tits bulged out.

She had light brown eyes; normally she used very little makeup. But today she was well made up, eye shadow, dark lipstick, and blush. Her dark orange lipstick was inviting me to kiss her. She had on a light orange skirt that reached her knees, and a white blouse.

I felt a strange sense of pride at watching her look sexy, a feeling that she could get four cocks hard in a room. That every man in this room would be ready to fuck her. When I thought of others being ready to fuck her, my cock got harder. I changed my position and shook my head to concentrate on the game.

Juhi was passing around a cold bottle of wine.

Rana lost the round and Juhi won.

"Okay Rana, give us the same dance that Rita did."

Everyone groaned, Rana and dance were far apart.

"Okay okay. Let me think" Juhi said. "Okay tell us about your first love."