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The stories to be described are all from a time when I was more than nineteen years of age. No person in this story is less than eighteen years of age.

I do not like crude scenes, so although I will try to tell everything as openly as they happened, my stories may not include hardcore sex -- so if you choose to read mine which I definitely will request you to, I will hope you do not complain later.

Am grateful to Kenji Sato for sparing his valuable time to read and edit this story.

I am now forty, married for sixteen years and have three children -- two sons and a daughter.

This is from a time when my school life had ended after grade twelve and we five class friends were preparing for our school leaving examinations. We all were nineteen when I learned about men having a long rod, and about sex -- what happened between men and women.

Might sound funny but this is true.

During that time, one night, while I was studying in my room, I needed help in a Calculus problem and thought of going to my father to ask for help.

Their door was locked and I decided to ask about the solution the next morning and went back to my room to study.

I was then just learning to masturbate using my fingers on my vagina, to pinch nipples to feel good, and had arranged a weekly study circle at a friend's home on Saturdays to study for our impending examinations -- but mostly, to gossip and to mutually masturbate.

Sanchari, the biggest blabbermouth in grade twelve, when I told this story of locked door to our group, told everyone, "Your parents must be fucking."

I got a bit red-faced, and said, "Huh?"

"You all know my four years older didi (elder sister), right? She got married two weeks ago but is back and is staying with us, and I saw my elder sister being fucked by her husband yesterday. Must be the same thing."

We all jumped on her, and asked her to tell us what happened, as, by then, we all had heard of married girls being fucked by their husbands, but never knew what it actually was.

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"She came day before yesterday night -- didi had some huge altercation at her home, left, and came back to stay with us.

"Baba had given me her old room and she now stays in my original room What she didn't know was that my room has a verandah window glass that had been shattered in between and was not replaced with frosted glass but with clear glass, and you can see everything from there. I never intended to spy on her, though.

"Yesterday, I had just come back from a visit to our local store after buying some tampons after my mother and father left and asked our help, Bishanda, who is with us even before even didi was born, to give me food. He told me while arranging food that Baba (father) and Ma (mother) have not come back yet and that only didi was home in her room. And that her husband came a few minutes ago, and was in her room, too.

"You all have seen didi, but after marriage, this was her first time staying at our home. I noticed that in few days, she seems to have grown bigger boobs, has started wearing only saris (nine yard long cloth worn by Indian women) at home, and has stopped wearing a bra, but at least three hooks of her blouse are always open. She, sometimes, purposely moves her sari to the middle so that anyone can see her less than half-covered boobs and purposely jiggles them. She doesn't care much if anyone notices, but covers herself well whenever my father is nearby.

"I finished my lunch and went to my room. While I was changing to home dress, I heard some harsh talking sounds in the next room, so I quietly went out to the balcony wearing my camisole and panties to check what was going on.

"What I saw shocked me -- Didi was standing at the door in a sari and a semi-transparent sleeveless blouse with three hooks open as usual. Her husband was standing in front of her fully naked! I saw his thing -- long, thick, black, hard rod between his legs -- and it was dancing a bit.

"He was begging her, "Please, please, let me fuck you," and was trying to pull off her sari.

"And didi strongly resisted him, and was saying, "NO, you don't know how to fuck."

"He suddenly got very angry and slapped her, and pulled off her sari completely, and tore her petticoat off her body and threw it away. He pulled her from the door like that, wearing only her blouse, pushed her hard on the bed, and pulled her legs open.

"He said, "I will fuck you, you bitch, whether you want it, or not," and pushed his hard rod in between her legs and started moving in and out of her.

"Didi was screaming all the while, but as soon as he entered her, she stopped protesting and lay still like that. After a few seconds, he pushed his hands inside her blouse, tore the remaining hooks and started to maul and wring her boobs, like it was aata (flour) being prepared to make luchi (fried flatbread) and didi started moaning.

"She asked him to come near and kissed him hard and pulled his mouth to her boobs. He bent at a very odd angle while going in and out of her and started biting her boobs very hard. Even at that distance, I could see red teeth marks forming on her white boobs, but strangely, didi was pulling his face up, kissing him, licking his face while moaning and pushing his face back to her boobs.

"And he was happily biting her, and saying, "Uff, what a fucking randi (prostitute) I have married. Bloody bitch roams with open boobs at home."

"Suddenly, in a few minutes, he started grunting, "I'll come! I'll come!"

"Didi put her feet back on his back, and tried to hold him, and screamed aloud, "No! No! Fuck me hard, you bastard! Please, please don't, don't!"

"But he forcefully pulled out his rod, and I saw a long stream of white jelly coming out of his rod, and falling on her stomach and boobs, and didi was screaming and cursing him like anything.

"I was a bit scared, but I saw him grinning, and saying, "Oh, that was a nice fuck, randi. Now, be happy and go to sleep." And he started to get dressed.

"Didi screamed at him, "You motherfucker. Go fuck your mother like this. No real woman can stay with you."

"To which he laughed, and said, "True. No real woman fucks a hundred men and then decides for an arranged marriage and then complains about getting fucked. Go to those bastards, who used to fuck you, and be a full-scale randi there, not with me. You will get fucked as I want, not as you want."

"Didi started crying, and said, "I have begged you to lick my puss for a few minutes before you fuck me. Please. Why don't you do that, and let me also enjoy?"

"He laughed, and said, "Slut, I married you to fuck, and only for your body. How many times will I have to tell you I will not eat your pussy, ever? Who knows whose cum is still inside you."

"She kept crying, and sobbed, "Please, please. I told you I have left everything, everyone, after I married you. Please don't behave with me like this. I am trying to do whatever you want me to do. Please help me."

"To which, he said, "Once a randi, always a randi. I know you will go back and get fucked by God knows how many. I just want my fuck whenever I want. Rest you be a randi and get a hundred men to fuck you daily, I don't care."

"They started screaming at each other so hard that I got really afraid and went back to my room."

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I told Sanchari, "But my parents do not scream at each other. My father never slaps my mother."

To which she said, "Maybe he does and you don't know. My sister never complained about being slapped, though. I don't know what a randi is but she was looking very happy when he was fucking her."

Roma asked, "Then?"

Sanchari said, "Then I heard a long screaming match, followed by their door opening; I went out to check what was happening. I found Jamaibabu (brother-in-law / elder sister's husband) rushing down, and didi pulling him by his hand trying to stop him, screaming, "Don't go, don't go -- fuck me like that a hundred times, I promise I won't complain-- but please don't go!"

"She was fully nude just wearing that fully torn blouse somehow and nothing else, with his white jelly drying on her body, and huge red bite marks on her big boobs. They went downstairs like that, and I saw didi falling on the ground and crying and then heard the slamming of the front door.

"I rushed down to help her and found her lying unconscious. Bishanda had come out of the kitchen hearing all this and, somehow, we carried her back to her room. I tried to clean her up, but she asked us both to leave her alone.

"She, somehow, was more-or-less normal when our parents came home, and she asked me and Bishanda not to tell anyone else what had happened. We have not told anyone yet, but Bishanda told me he will have to tell my father if such a thing happens again."

Roma asked, "So this is what getting fucked is about? What is that about your didi fucking a hundred men before her marriage?"

Sanchari said, "I don't know, but that is what he was blaming her for. Repeatedly. I didn't even know she had a boyfriend in college."

I said, "Let's find out what actually happened."

The five of us discussed this a lot, but we could not find any solution on how to proceed.

To be continued...