It was nice to masturbate, she decided, but when she remembered how her father’s cock had looked, and how Najibul’s cock had felt just before he pulled it out of her, Anusree had to know what it was like to cum like she did tonight, but this time with a big, stiff cock filling her pussy, pumping out gallons of hot, sticky jism, making her come until she fainted from sheer pleasure. Her mother had made sure that she was on the pill as soon as she started high school, so the way was clear with no worries about getting pregnant.
Anusree needed someone, but who? All the boys she knew at school were just that, boys! Once they had fucked a girl, the whole school knew. Damn, the whole neighborhood knew! And their family’s name, reputation would be shattered. Besides, if Najibul was anything to go by, it would all be over in two seconds flat anyway. She thought of her father and Ramuda again. Naw, she was dreaming, her father wouldn’t fuck his own daughter! But what about Ramuda?
It had to be someone else, someone available, someone who wouldn’t blab or spread nasty gossip. She thought about Ramuda, who was only six yrs older than herself. He was always sneaking looks between her legs at her panties when she lay on the living room floor watching television or when she came out of the shower, and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head sometimes when she wore her skimpy white top. He acted tough, but Anusree was certain that as he’d had his cock inside her restricted Thakurma’s cunt, it would be safe and easier to seduce him.
He did have a thin black body though, she mused, she had admired his firm, muscular behind as he paraded around the house in tight-fitting shorts. Come to think of it, the bulge in his pants reminded her of her father! ‘I wonder if daddy’s cock is just as big?’, she thought, surprised at her own shamelessness. A shiver of uncontrolled lust sped up and down her spine as she tried to picture her father’s erect cock.
She remembered once when she had entered the bathroom, only to find her father stark naked, toweling himself dry. He never locked the door and Anusree suspected that it was intentional, and he was actually hoping that her Thakurma or herself would walk in on him. His cock was limp, but Anusree had caught enough of a glance at it to realize that when aroused, it would be quite a formidable weapon.
She had quickly apologized and retreated from the room, but not before she had seen the sly smile on her father’s face. Anusree shivered again trying to concentrate. Then there was Balbir Singh, a Punjabi boy, was her best friend Sumana’s current boyfriend. Sumana and Balbir were both students of class-xi and had been dating steadily for almost six months now. He was good-looking, tall and slim, and from what Sumana had boasted one night when she was a little tipsy, he was a real stud! No, she couldn’t fuck her best friend’s boyfriend. It wouldn’t be right!
Then the answer suddenly struck her! Bahadur ! He was their servant. He was twenty only. But being a Nepali, he was too sort, just 4’6″, looked like a preteen boy without any moustache, coal-black hair, dark piercing eyes and above all… CUTE!! He stayed in their house at ground-floor with his mother, Sahana Pradhan and his twin sister Keki Pradhan. Keki had mainly washed their clothes and her mother Sahana was busy in cooking.