Durga Pujo had been a little later than usual and so when it was time for Kali Pujo -- the Festival of Lights and Fireworks, that is celebrated a month later -- it was already November. Days had grown shorter, nightfall was earlier and the evenings were a little chilly. It was late in the afternoon on a Saturday. They had had a late and rather heavy lunch. Rupa had then hustled Uttam off to his bedroom for their post-lunch coitus, leaving Ritam curled up in the living room sofa with No Orchids for Miss Blandish, a classic James Hadley Chase thriller. Torro as a budding private investigator was a great fan of both JHC and Perry Mason and she had lent this gory saga of sex and violence to her new found partner-in-business. She was supposed to have joined them for lunch but the Darjeeling Mail in which she was travelling back to Calcutta was over six hours late. So it was Ritam alone who had been listeing to the sounds of frantic and frenetic sex that had been emanating from his father's bedroom until the two lovers had finally collapsed into their post-coital slumber.
That magic dildo that Torro and he had snatched from his mother while pretending to be Pooja and Prakash had had a seismic impact on Uttam's sex life. That evening itself, when they had first brought it home, Rupa had jumped on her thakurpo and, after learning from him how Rita used to stick it up his arse, had pumped him up to a full fledged erection and eventual ejaculation! Ritam, unfortunately, had to take a back seat because his aunt was fully engaged and entangled with his father. Torro could have been of some help, after all the two of them had carried out the naked charade together, but she had dropped off as she was scheduled to leave the next day, for a week-long vacation at Darjeeling with her parents.
Aunt however had not forgotten his nephew completely. They had had quite a few intimate tete-a-tetes as well but Rupa's current obsession was obviously her thakurpo, or Ritam's father, in whose bedroom she had set up her permanent camp. Had the poor fellow not had an excuse to go to his school, Rupa might have blown apart his arsehole -- so frequently did she ram that dildo in there. Uttam provided her with the much needed sexual relief that both of them had been denied for so many years. What was more satisfying was the snatch of the magic dildo and the fact that her Thakurpo was a trophy that she had wrested from that slut-and-vamp Rita who had looked down on them with utter contempt. Revenge was utterly and deliciously sweet and she was ever so grateful to both Ritam and Torro for helping her get it.
After masturbating himself to the sounds of his father's grunts and screams ringing in his ears, Ritam had collapsed into a light afternoon siesta and had hardly noticed that it was getting dark. But then all of a sudden someone was fondling his penis that was hanging out of the top of his pajamas.
āĻāĻŋ āĻĒāĻžāϰā§āĻāύāĻžāϰ, āĻāĻāĻž āĻāĻāĻž āĻļā§ā§ā§ āĻŦāĻžāĻā§āĻž āĻāĻŋāĻāĻā§āĻāĻŋāϏ? Hey partner, are you beating your meat alone? Torro was back. Since she had been a regular visitor to their house prior to the heist, the staff at the door had let her in.
āĻāϰ⧠āĻāϰā§-āĻĻāĻŋ! āĻāĻāύ āĻāϞā§? Hey Torro-di! When did you come in?
āĻĻāĻžāϰā§āĻāĻŋāϞāĻŋāĻ āĻŽā§āϞ āĻĒā§āϰāĻā§āϰ āϞā§āĻ āĻāϰāϞā§, āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž-āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻŦāĻžā§āĻŋāϤ⧠āύāĻžāĻŦāĻŋā§ā§ āĻāϞ⧠āĻāϏ⧠āĻĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāϰā§āĻāύāĻžāϰ āύā§āύ⧠āĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻāϰ⧠āĻĒā§ā§ āĻāĻā§! The Darjeeling Mail was very late in arriving. I just dropped my parents off at home and came here to see my partner shagged out with his prick hanging out his pants.
āĻāĻŋ āĻāϰāĻŋ āĻŦāϞ āĻĻāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋ? āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻāϰ āĻā§āĻ āϝāĻž āĻāĻŋāϤā§âāĻāĻžāϰ āĻāϰ⧠āĻā§āĻĻāĻāĻŋāϞ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝ⧠āĻāĻŋ āĻāϰ āĻŽāĻŋāϏ āĻŦā§āϞā§ā§āĻžāύā§āĻĄāĻŋāĻļ-āĻāϰ āĻāĻĨāĻžā§ āĻāĻžāύ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž āϝāĻžā§? What to do, didi? Father and aunt were fucking so loudly that I could hardly focus on Miss Blandish here.
āĻĒā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻāĻžāĻ āĻ āĻŋāĻ āĻāϰāĨ¤ āϰāϤāύ-āĻĻāĻž āĻā§ āĻāĻž āĻāύāϤ⧠āĻŦāϞā§āĻāĻŋ | Put on your pants, I have asked Ratan to get us some tea. Ratan was their old family retainer, the odd-job man around the house.
āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻā§āĻ āĻŋāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻā§āĻĻāĻā§ āĻāϰ āĻā§āϞ⧠āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāĻāĻž āĻŦāϏ⧠āĻŦāϏ⧠āϤāĻžāĻ āĻļā§āύāĻā§! The father is fucking the aunt and the son is listening in. āĻŦāϞāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāϰāĻŦā§ āĻāĻ āĻāĻžāĻāĻā§āĻāĻžāĨ¤ āĻĒā§āĻžāĻļā§āύ⧠āύā§āĻ āύāĻž āĻāĻŋ? Be off, don't you have your studies. Rupa's voice rang out from the bedroom and it was dripping with mock anger.
āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āϏāĻžāϰāĻžāĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻā§ āϞāĻžāĻāĻŋā§ā§ āĻŦāϏ⧠āĻĨāĻžāĻā§ āϤ⧠āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻŋ āĻāϰāĻŋ? If you stay stuck with my father all day, what can I do? āĻāϰā§-āĻĻāĻŋ āĻāϏā§āĻā§āĨ¤ See, Torro is here.
āĻāĻžāύāĻŋ, āĻāĻā§āĻžāĻ āĻĒā§ā§ā§ āϤāĻžāĻ āĻŦā§āϰāĻŋā§ā§ āĻāϞāĻžāĻŽāĨ¤ I know that is why I came out.
Rupa emerged from the bedroom wrapped only in a saree -- no blouse, no petticoat -- that she had hurriedly thrown around her body. Her hair was dishevelled and there were a few red bite marks on her arms and on the proud swell of breasts that could hardly be covered by the loose garment.
āĻā§āĻĻā§ āĻĢāĻžāĻāĻŋā§ā§ āĻĻāĻŋā§ā§āĻā§ āĻŽāύ⧠āĻšāĻā§āĻā§ āĻĒāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŽāĻļāĻžāĻāĨ¤ Uncle must have just fucked you raw. Torro grinned at her
āĻĻāĻŋā§ā§āĻā§ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻāĻŋāĻā§āĻā§āĨ¤ āϤā§āϰāĻž āϝāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāĻāĻžāϰ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋāϏ āĻāĻŋ āĻāϰ āĻŦāϞāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ āĻžāĻā§āϰāĻĒā§ āĻāϰ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻāύā§āĻ āĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ āĻāĻĒāϏāĻŋ āĻāĻžāϰāĻĒā§āĻāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ, āĻāĻāύ āϤ⧠āĻā§āϰāĻŋāĻā§āĻ āĨ¤ Fucked and fucking. You have done us a great favour. Both of us were starving for sex and now we have a feast.
āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāϰā§āĻāύāĻžāϰā§āϰ āĻāĻĨāĻž āĻāĻā§āĻŦāϰ⧠āĻā§āϞ⧠āĻā§āĻā§āĨ¤ āϏ⧠āĻāĻŋāĻāĻā§ āĻŽāϰ⧠āϝāĻžāĻā§āĻā§ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŋāϰā§āϤ⧠āĻĻā§āĻā§ āĻāϰ āĻļā§āύā§āĨ¤ But you have forgotten about my partner and left him to beat his meat while the two of you are fucking away to glory.
āϤā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāϰā§āĻāύāĻžāϰā§āϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āϤ⧠āϤā§āĻ āĻāĻāĻŋāϏ āĻāϰā§, āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āϤā§āϰāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦāϞā§āĻŽāĻāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻāĻāĻāĻž āĻāϰāĨ¤
You are there for your partner, Torro, but do something about this problem of mine. Rupa pulled out a used condom filled with Uttam's sperm.
āĻāĻāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŋ? What's this?
āĻāϰāĻž āϤā§āϰ āĻāĻžāĻ āĻšāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰāϤ⧠āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻāϰāĻž āĻĄāĻžāϏā§āĻāĻŦāĻŋāύ āĻāϞ⧠āϝāĻžāĻŦā§āĨ¤ āĻāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻāĻāĻāĻž āĻŦā§āϝāĻŦāϏā§āĻĨāĻž āĻāϰāĨ¤ They could have been your brothers but they will end up in the dustbin. Do something for them.
āĻŽāĻžāύ⧠āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻĻā§āϰ āύāώā§āĻ āĻšāϤ⧠āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧠āĻāĻžāĻāύāĻžāĨ¤ You mean you do not want to waste them. Torro was quick to catch on. āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻāύā§āύā§āĻ āĻšā§ā§ āĻāĻžāĻā§āϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻā§āĻāĻž āĻāĻžāĻ? You want to get pregnant with uncle's child.
āĻšā§āϝāĻžāĻ āĻāĻ āύāĻž āĻšāϞ⧠āĻŽā§ā§ā§āϰ āĻŦā§āĻĻā§āϧāĻŋāĨ¤ Right. Only a woman can get that so fast. āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻŽā§āĻļā§āĻāĻŋāϞ āĻšāϞ ... But the trouble is .....
A few days later ...
The household was all agog about an impending celebrity visit. Stella Bose may not have hit the silver screen with the verve of a Suchitra Sen as yet, but clearly she had the potential to do so. Born of an aristocratic Bengali father and vivacious Anglo-Indian mother who had been a crooner at Trincas, Stella was already making waves, albeit small ones, both in Tollygunge and in the newly emerging world of television serials. A racy poster of hers, in a deliciously naughty two piece bikini -- stuff that was clearly taboo in India -- had recently appeared in CineBlitz. Ritam had sourced a glossy uncreased and autographed version of the poster and had put it up on the door of his bedroom. His uncle Satyam had not missed it.
āĻāϰā§! āϏā§āĻā§āϞāĻž āĻŦā§āϏā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϏā§āĻāĻžāϰ⧠āĻāϰ āϏâāĻ āĻĒā§āϞ⧠āĻāĻŋ āĻāϰā§? Hey how did you get Stella's signature on that poster. Satyam had asked Ritam.
āĻāϰ āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻāĻžāϰā§āϰ āĻāĻžāĻ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāϞā§āĻā§ āĻĒā§ā§āĨ¤ āĻāĻā§ āĻāĻāĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻā§āĻžāϤ⧠āĻšā§ā§āĻā§āĨ¤ Her manager's brother is in our college. Had to pay him to get it.
āĻāĻžāϞ āĻŦā§āϝāĻŦāϏāĻž āĻĢā§āĻāĻĻā§āĻā§ āĻā§āĻāϰāĻžāĨ¤ Smart kid. That's a good business that he has started.
āĻŦāϞāĻāĻŋāϞ āϝ⧠āĻāĻāĻā§ āĻāϰāĻāĻž āĻāϰāϞ⧠āĻā§āύ āĻāĻā§āύā§āĻā§ āĻĒā§āĻāĻā§ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰā§āĨ¤ āĻāĻĒāĻŋāϝāĻžāϰā§āύā§āϏ āĻĢāĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧠āĻšāĻŦā§āĨ¤ He was saying that she is also available for events, against an appearance fee.
āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧠āĻāĻāĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻŦāĻžā§āĻŋāϤ⧠āϞāĻžāύā§āĻ āĻŦāĻž āĻĄāĻŋāύāϰ⧠āĻĄāĻžāĻ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āϝāĻž āĻāϰāĻāĻž āϞāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻĄāĻāĻžāϰā§āĻāĻžāĻāϏāĻŋāĻāĻ āĻŦāĻžāĻā§āĻ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻĻāĻŋā§ā§ āĻĻā§āĻŦāĨ¤ Then call her over for lunch or dinner. I will pay her from our advertising budget.
Today was that day and everyone was excited about Stella's visit. But the most excited of them all was Satyam who had taken charge of the 'event'.
It was well past two, when Stella finally arrived to find an impatient Satyam agonisingly waiting for her and of course she was worth waiting for. Tall and elegant, she had short, pixie cut hair edged with electric blue that gave her the innocence of a gamine like tomboy. Satyam's lecherous gaze was flickering between the copious cleavage visible in the plunging neckline of her little bejewelled blouse and the deep navel below which she had tied her black and white Kanjeevaram silk saree. Tied to her ankles were a pair of payal, or anklets, that tinkled softly whenever she walked, but what was most striking about her arrival was the powerful fragrance of an alien perfume that washed through the room as soon as she entered. Along with her, in jeans and a tight T-shirt was Torro, her manager.
Stella would be here for just about an hour and Satyam made sure that no one shared this precious time with her. So Ritam, Rupa, Uttam were relegated to being almost like pieces of furniture sitting around the dining room. Satyam meanwhile was desperate to flatter her and impress her with his wealth and his non-existent connections with the Page 3 crowd of Calcutta. Stella of course had already met many such people in her short celebrity life and she knew how to play them.
āĻāĻā§āĻāĻž āĻļā§āϤāĻāĻžāϞ⧠āĻāĻĒāύāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāϞāĻĻā§āĻŦā§āĻĒ āĻā§āĻā§āύ? āĻļā§āύā§āĻāĻŋ āύāĻžāĻāĻŋ āĻā§āĻŦ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ āĻāĻžā§āĻāĻžāĨ¤ Have you been to the Maldives in winter? I have heard that it is very beautiful there.