This builds on the previous 4 parts about the sexual escapades of the Thakurs.
Coming back to that early October evening in 1993, the Thakur men had one more drink each with dinner. Varsha and Shanta's, half-naked bodies were fondled, their barely covered tits and nipples pinched and mauled, and their bare asses smacked by the men as the maids dutifully served the men their dinner. By 9:45pm, the men were ready to enjoy their women once again.
Both men got up unsteadily from the table to go wash their hands after a very satisfying meal.
Subhash Thakur: "Pitaji, aap yahin aaj rehe jao raat ko. Mein Sushila bai ko gaon se bulwa deta hoon aur hum dono inn teen kuttiyon ko jaammkar chodenge. Aur mazedaar baat hai ki Sushila bai mere chauthay bacchay ki maa bannay wali hai char mahinay mein. Uskay mammay doodh se bharay huay hain. Bahut meetha doodh hai saali haramzadi kuttiya ka" (Dad, you should stay here tonight. I will summon Sushila bai from the village and then you and I can fuck these three women properly. And the best thing is that Sushila bai is pregnant with my fourth child. Her tits are full of milk. That motherfucking bitch's milk is very sweet).
Vishwanath Thakur did not need a second invitation to stay over. As they walked back from the bathroom after washing their hands, Subhash Thakur ordered Mangesh to go fetch Sushila bai from her house in the village and to inform her that she would be spending the full night in the haveli. Mangesh acknowledged his instructions and left the haveli immediately to do his master's bidding and go get his sister-in-law.
As Rajpal (Shanta & Mangesh's son) and Malti (their 17 year old virginal daughter) helped wrap up the dinner utensils from the large marble top dining table, Subhash Thakur shouted "Abay saali Varsha aur Shanta bai. Rasoi mein kya samay barbaad kar rahi ho dono haramzadi raand. Idhar aao bahar. Abhi raat jawaan hain. Tum dono ki chudai baaki hai." (You fucking maids Varsha & Shanta. Stop wasting time in the kitchen you ungrateful whores. Come out here now. The night is young. You both are going to get fucked some more).
Varsha and Shanta bai both acknowledged their instructions in unison by saying "Ji Thakurji. Abhi ayi" (Yes Thakur sir, we are coming)
They looked at each other in trepidation. Varsha, in particular, was not in good shape. Her rectum was hurting from the anal rape from Subhash Thakur about an hour before and her jaw was sore from the simultaneous throat fucking from her master Vishwanath Thakur. Shanta bai's vagina was sore and overall, she too was exhausted from the four poundings she had received from her master Subhash Thakur since the morning and wondered in amazement how a man could be so horny & virile. She was silently thankful when she had heard that her sister Sushila would be part of the gangbang during the night since she would not have to bear the brunt of her Thakur's mad lust. She knew that Sushila's lactating tits were a magnetic draw for Thakur who loved to suck, bite, lick and fondle them. He had done so (and many other things) that very afternoon when he had visited Sushila in her house.
Both women knew that the tradeoffs for being the chosen & regular concubines for the Thakurs were quite favorable. Their families enjoyed a far better lifestyle than other villagers. Shanta & Varsha essentially shared a bedroom with their respective masters on most nights. Their husbands & children (illegitimate or otherwise) also lived within the luxurious premises of the havelis of the Thakurs. Sushila, who did not live in Subhash Thakur's haveli, and the 3 kids (plus her castrated husband Vikas) that she had borne Subhash Thakur, lived in a much bigger and better appointed house than other villagers. Her 1500 sq foot house had 24/7 electricity (a rarity in rural India in 1993), two air conditioners (even more rare then), a well appointed kitchen, two large rooms, two TVs and two proper bathrooms. Subhash Thakur had this built for Sushila after she had given birth to their second child a few years ago. Now that she was pregnant with his fourth child (in 10 years), her lifestyle was the envy of many other village women, even though they knew what she had to do to earn such a lifestyle. Sushila had to be available 24/7, no excuses, for the pleasure (often depraved & rough) of her master.
Varsha and Shanta left what they were doing and immediately walked quickly into the living area where their masters were sitting on the plush sofas. The only clothing both women had on were thin, semi-transparent cotton saris that barely covered their otherwise naked bodies.
Both women had the obvious marks of their married status (red bindi on forehead, simple mangalsutras dangling around their necks & cleavage, red sindoor in their head partings. Additionally, Varsha wore silver payals (anklets), red glass bangles on both hands, and a small gold nose-ring. All were gifts from her master Vishwanath Thakur. Shanta's hands were adorned with glass bangles as well. Otherwise, she was devoid of any other jewelry. Their long, luscious manes of hair were tied into untidy buns that sat at the nape of their necks. Both women knew that the Thakurs had a crazy fetish for long hair and loved to pull open their buns. They dared not come in front of their masters with open hair otherwise the consequences would not be pleasant.
The women took their normal positions, on their knees between the legs of the Thakurs. A few seconds later, the Thakurs monstrous cocks were being worshipped by the women as they had been trained to do over the years. Both women kept their eyes on their masters as they fellated their cocks with extreme vigor and gusto. Varsha's bun was the first to be pulled open and her long, lustrous black hair came tumbling down onto the floor. Seconds later, Shanta's hair was opened and wrapped around Subhash Thakur's right wrist, twice. Now he was fucking her face as he took full control of her head movements. Varsha had all of the elder Thakur's 8 inches inside her mouth (her gag reflex had been trained by years of brutal throat fucking by her master) while Shanta had 6-7 inches of Subhash's cock inside her throat. Subhash's cock was about an inch greater in circumference than his father's so Shanta had far more trouble getting more of his cock down her throat. That did not stop him from forcing down more & more of his penis down her throat.
Subhash Thakur saw that his fuck toy was starting to lose consciousness from the brutal throat fucking he was giving her. He moaned loudly in pleasure and lust as he pulled her head up using her long hair wrapped around his wrist as leverage. A stream of spit & pre-cum came out in ribbons from Shanta's mouth as she coughed, gagged & gasped for breath as her master's cock exited her mouth. She continued to jerk his penis with her right hand.
Subhash ordered Shanta "mere gotay chaat kutti. Choos mere gotay. Aur fir meri gaand chaat theekh se" (lick my balls bitch. Suck my balls. And then lick my anus properly).
