Pinky Kco During The Raj

Trying a different setting for a story. It was in the works for a very long time. Just took it out and dusted it a bit and published. The ranks of officers and names of forces and regiments and the like are not accurate. This is just a story. Comments are welcome.

Pinky. KCO, Rajputana Regiment

Major Pinkington (Pinky, to his peers) was a King's Commissioned Officer (KCO) of the Third Battalion in the Rajputana Regiment, assigned to a group of villages in Western India during the waning years of the British Raj. He had been there only for about a year and a half and, with the withdrawal of English forces imminent, he was tasked with providing a peaceful transition to whichever governing body was to take over.

The remoteness of these villages meant that he was almost free of the clutches of the central government in Delhi, and he could do as he pleased. Fortunately, he had two trusted Indian lieutenants, Ranbir Singh (Ranu) and Balbir Singh (Ballu), to help him and together they had a watertight plan to maintain law and order.

Ranu and Ballu were lifelong friends. Their houses were next to one another, separated by low mud brick walls, with wide front and back courtyards and lots of open spaces. The families were tight knit and very close. By a quirk of fate, they had married each other's sisters.

Ranu and Ballu had grown up together and had entered the service of the British Raj and had worked under a long line of officers, right from when they were in their late teens and had earned the trust of their superiors, most of whom were old, wizened, grizzled veterans of the Indian Army.

But Maj. Pinky was different. He was young, having received his commission only a few years earlier. So he relied upon Ranu and Ballu for a whole lot of things. The three of them hit it off very quickly and made a great team. They had never seen anyone like Maj. Pinky before. He was as athletic as they were, ate like a pig and exercised like a dog and was fit as a fiddle, giving the two of them a run for their money when it came to hard work as well as play.

Then there was Emma. Mrs. Pinky. Maj. Pinky's young wife. A beauty if ever there was one. Fair and beautiful, curvy in all the right places. Small, firm, tits. Nipples (Ballu and Ranu imagined) so pink, they put the a rose to shame. Thick thighs. Beautiful 'V' between them. Firm, jiggly ass cheeks. Blemish-less skin. Fantastic teeth. Beautiful smile. Full lips. Fuck!

But that gandu, matherchod, bahen-ka-loda, bhosedike, Pinky! He wasn't satisfied with his English wife! He wanted to taste the forbidden fruit. He wanted to fuck Indian women!! A lot of them. Different kinds. He took Ranu and Ballu into his confidence with the promise of money and English goods and the like and the two of them readily agreed. Procuring girls was an easy task for them, of course. And that Pinky had no qualms about being watched while he fucked. Ranu and Ballu realized that the Pinky sahib's cock was not as big as theirs. But he put it to good use, fucking the girls and women vigorously and in a rough manner. Surprisingly the women seemed to enjoy it. And Pinky sahib gladly handed over the girls to Ranu and Ballu after he had done with them. But little did he know what his trusted lieutenants really wanted!

Ranu and Ballu lusted after Emma.

It was one thing to sleep with many Indian girls and women of all sizes and shapes after Pinky had his way with them. But to fuck Emma! Man, that would be glorious! Each knew that the other coveted Pinky's wife. There were no secrets between the two, and they did not have to tell it out loud, or confide in each other their desire for Emma. It was a given. They were young and hot blooded. They had discussed Emma amongst themselves, openly.

One night, sitting on a cot in Ranu's courtyard, while the women were inside chatting after dinner, Ranu said to Ballu, "Fuck, man. How sweet it would be to dip my cock into that Emma memsahib! I don't think she's getting fucked enough by Pinky saab. Pinky wants Indian choot. I want Emma's choot, fuck!" And he grabbed his hardening cock.

Ballu said, "Yeah, Ranu. She is so white and fair and smooth. Her choot will be so pink! Matherchod! Pinker than Harleen's choot! (Harleen was his wife and Ranu's sister) Sorry, Ranu, I know she is your sister. But you know what I am saying!"

"Yes, yes, Ballu, I know, I know," Ranu said. "I have fucked your sister so no problem. Yes, Indian choot will be different from angrezi choot. Do you think she has that golden hair down there as well? Matherchod, man. I want to fuck her in all her holes! Her gaand will be so tight! Pinky doesn't fuck girls in the gaand. So memsahib gaand will be pure! Man, Ballu,, you fuck her choot, I will take her gaand!!"

"My poor wife, Harleen!" Ranu said. "She thinks I am fucking her, but in my mind my lund is in Emma mamsahib and I am fucking her! I want her to drink my cum! Fuuuucccck!"

"Yes, yes! Same same for me," Ballu whispered. "Somedays I am afraid I will call out Emma! Emma!, while fucking Hardeep.I.. we have to be careful!" And they had a giggle.

Ranu said, "You know Ballu, all cunts feel the same in the dark they say. But I am sure Emma Memsahib's cunt will be different!"

Ballu responded,"Yes, yes, I am sure it will!! I want to taste it before I put my lund in it! Oh Ranu... how nice it would be..fuck man!!"

Then they became all serious. Each wanted the other to say the thing they desperately wanted to say themselves but were afraid.

But the Ballu spoke in a low whisper, "Hey Ranu, the English are going to go anyway. Before that we should make a plan to..to..you know.. Do it with memsahib!"

Ranu suddenly perked up, "Yes! Yes, Ballu. I was thinking the same. I know Pinky saab is going to Delhi next month. There are rumors that all officers will leave India soon. So before that.."

The two talked late into the night.

They each had lost their virginities to the same prostitute in Delhi the summer they turned eighteen. They had not stopped since then, even after they got married. They had tasted the forbidden fruit and there was no going back. They sometimes shared the girls they were with, of course. What was better than fucking a girl? Fucking two girls, of course.

But even these two closest of close friends had a secret that they kept from the other. If one of them came to know what the other had done, their worlds would come crashing down, and their families would not be the same ever again.

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FIVE YEARS EARLIER

Late one summer afternoon during the break between the second and third years of his college, Ranu had perched himself on a thick branch of a tree in their courtyard and was engrossed in an erotic novel. This was before they entered the service of the British police under Maj. Pinky. It was rare for him to be alone, but that day Ballu had gone off with his father to the market and Ranu just waited for him to return so he could share the novel with him. He could see from his perch that Ballu's mother was spreading some sheets on their sunny courtyard and putting some flour to dry. Suddenly, he heard her calling out to him and he answered, "Coming Guru-masi," and he got down from the tree, jumped over the low brick wall separating their houses and bound up to help her.

He had done this countless times, thinking nothing of helping his friend's mother. After all, she was almost a mother to him.

His mind was still on the erotic novel as he helped Ranu's mother with the mundane things she wanted done. Lift this and keep it there, spread this out, shut this and take it inside, careful it is heavy, oh its hot etc. He tried desperately to hide his erection but he couldn't help but fantasize about the story he was reading.

Suddenly he found himself staring at Guru-masi! She had squatted and was putting out her hands to do whatever it was she was doing, and he could see right down the front of her kameez. It took him just an instant to realize she was not wearing anything under there and her tits were in full view. They were not very big or very small. Nevertheless, he realized they were straining against the material of her shirt. He could make out the thickness of her nipples, even though they were not erect. He gulped as he sensed the fullness and suppleness of his friend's mother's tits.

Then he looked even lower. She had her knees spread to support herself in her squatting position. Ballu's eyes immediately went to the place where her thighs met. He felt himself catching his breath when he realized he was looking at the puffed lips of her pussy, clearly outlined as they bulged under her salwar. She obviously was not wearing anything under there either. Why would she have something there? This was a normal, sunny, Sunday afternoon and she was working at home. She was blissfully unaware of Ballu ogling her tits and her crotch. Ranu's hard-on became that much stiffer. Through the sheer material of her salwar bottom, he could make out the dark line of her cunt, the darkness of her pubic hair and the puffy outer lips of her pussy pushing against the cloth at her crotch.

Ranu tried hard to tear his eyes away. And even after she got up and tasked him with something else to do, he could not forget what he saw. His erection was painful. When Guru-masi was not looking he quickly put his hands inside his own salwar and straightened his cock so it was flush against his belly. He stared at her ass and chest and crotch. He was aware that some pre-cum had oozed out of his cock and he fervently prayed she did not notice it.

All of a sudden, in the midst of working together Guru-masi reached across him to get something. Her hand brushed his belly and in the next instant they both froze. She clearly felt his thick dick! She was mature enough to know it was an erect cock that her hand had brushed. She hesitated for just one second. And Ballu thought she was about to say something, when she took her hand back. But this time she did it very, very slowly, and very deliberately. Her hand brushed his thick member once again. And there was no doubt in her mind.

"Ranu!" she whispered. "You naught boy! What have you got there?"

He stammered, "Uh,h.eh..eh masi.. I.. I..no masi.."

She giggled. Then something came over her. She stopped what she was doing and looked past him to the front gate and quickly to the houses on either side. Then she just said, "Come!" And she went into the house. He followed her, dumbstruck, as she went up the stairs. Ballu was familiar with the house as it was identical to his own house. She went into a very small room, and turned to make sure he was following her. He knew this was a store room and that its window looked out onto the front yard with a view of the gate.

As he gaped at Guru-masi, she raised her kameez [Shirt] and took hold of the thread that held her salwar in place and pulled it. She pushed her salwar down to her knees, sat down on a wooden bench nearby and raised and spread her thighs.

"You know what to do, don't you Ranu-beta?" she whispered. "Come." said and held out her hands to him.

He repeated her actions as he undid his own salwar and dropped it to his knees. His thick, ramrod straight cock jutted out and swayed between them. She lowered her hand and held his cock, and gasped at the heat, thickness and heaviness of it. Ranu felt the foreskin roll off his cock head, and felt the cool air of the room on his hot dick.

Ranu groaned, "Oh...masi.. Guru-masi..ah..ah..ah!" She pulled his cock and directed it to her cunt. Her hair pricked and tickled him like a hundred needles but he knew well enough to look past these and push his dick in. She guided his cock right into her cunt hole. His cock head felt the moist, slick, warm lips of her womanhood, and he groaned once more as he pushed. His cock went in effortlessly, but he felt it being gripped tightly by her cunt.

He was in a state of delirium. He could only feel his swollen member as it went in and out of her like a well oiled piston in a cylinder. He could vaguely hear her moaning and groaning, her hands on his ass cheeks, pressing and goading him. God in heaven! He was fucking Guru-masi. His cock was in Ballu's mother's cunt! Fucking hell! He had never even fantasized about her. Not even once, ever in his life had he imagined fucking her. Wow!! What had happened?

Then she placed her palms on his hips and moaned, "Hah..hah..ha..yes..yes..Ranu..you strong boy..your cock. Ah ah..so nice and hard.. Young..fuck.fuck me!" She put her hand on his belly and felt the firm muscles. She groaned in pleasure and pushed her hands up his shirt, upwards and felt his muscles as her hands roamed over his chiseled chest. She moaned lustfully.

Ranu was not experienced and he came very quickly. He held her shoulders tight, almost hurting her. He rammed into her as he neared his climax. He was panting and groaning as he slammed his body into her. The bench she was sitting on made a rhythmic drum beat on the wall. With one mighty heave he exploded into her. His cum rockerted from his cock and she held him steady, closed her eyes as she severed the feeling of his balls spewing their content into her womb.

Ranu collapsed on her and they both lay there breathing hard and panting. Then she pushed him away. He looked down as he pulled his cock from her. He had a glorious view of her hairy cunt. He had never fucked a girl in daylight before. It was all with prostitutes in dark, dimly lit rooms at night. But now looking at Guru-masi's pussy, all slick with her juices, white, creamy liquid oozing onto his dick - man it was so fucking good! He didn't want to pull out. His dick was still hard. He burned the image of his first cunt in his brain. This moment, he said, will be with him forever, he thought to himself.

He watched as Guru-masi took a piece of cloth lying nearby and wiped her crotch and then pulled up and tied her salwar. Without a word she went downstairs. But Ranu was not done. He wanted more. He was ready to fuck once more! He followed her downstairs but she was already busy, getting ready to cook. He went and hugged her from behind,

"Oh..Guru-masi! Fuck.. it was soooo goood!" And he rubbed his cock up and down her ass.

"Hey, did you not get enough! Uff, get away, and let me cook. People will be here soon!"

But Ranu did not relent. He held her wide hips and simulated a fucking action from behind. His hard cock rammed against her ass, and he grunted, "Huhhn, Huhnnn, Huhhnnn!"

"Ok. OK, you fucker! Do it fast now," she said, and she raised her Kameez, undid the string holding her salwar and bent over the counter.

Ranu almost ejaculated seeing her big, round, shiny ass. His cock jerked up as he saw her dark, dark ass crack. She already had her hands between her legs seeking out his dick. She held it by its head and pulled him close to her. He crouched and parted her ass cheeks with his hands and feasted his eyes on her asshole. Pre-cum spurted from his pee-hole and he quickly pressed his cock to her ass and wiped it off. She sighed as they made contact. His cock pushed aside her flesh effortlessly, She was still wet and slimy from the previous session and he felt her suck his thick member into her cunt and the walls close along the full length of it and hold it tight.

"Fucccckkkk," she gasped, and she held onto the counter tightly as she received his thrusts. Ranu didn't want to stop and take a break. His cock felt like a solid piece of lubricated iron pipe. And then without warning he was close to his climax. He grabbed her shoulders hard and pummeled her and she screamed softly in protest. He became still as a board as he ejaculated. Both of them could feel his penis straining against the walls of her cunt as it spewed its contents into her.

She sank onto the counter and he flopped on her back, panting and gasping for breath. After about a minute he rose and pulled himself out of her and she gasped. He looked down at her pussy once again like he did before and saw his semen stream out of her hole and dribble down her thighs.

This time she didn't even care to wipe. She just bent down and grabbed her salwar and pulled it up and tied the string around her waist tightly.

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That same summer they were celebrating Ranu's dad's fiftieth birthday. It was a grand occasion. Almost the entire village was invited on that day, and there was singing and dancing and rejoicing all day and and would go on throughout the night.

Parties and get-togethers were very big events at their houses and more often than not it was a common affair with everyone pitching in and sharing the chores and tasks. Ballu and Ranu had their hands full, making sure everything was right and all the guests were taken care of, food and sweets distributed and ensuring everyone had a good time.

It all started one morning a couple of years ago when Ballu was engrossed in his early morning jerk-off session in his bathroom upstairs. He happened to glance at the window to make certain it was closed, when through the slight crack of the opening he could see out to Ranu's backyard. He saw Ruhi there. Ruhi was Ranu's sister, older to them by a couple of years and their senior at college. That morning, she still had the all white salwar-kameez she (like his own sister and mother) wore to bed. She did not have her dupatta on, so her chest was not covered and Ballu could see her beautiful, full, round tits under her shirt. He was sure she was not wearing anything under there. It was still early morning and she would change into her daily clothes once the day got under way. But now she was bending this way and that, cleaning and sweeping the backyard. Ballu could see her salwar tightening around her thighs and ass as she bent down. He could see she had nothing under there either. It was enough to send his mind racing, his imagination flying and he started fantasizing about fucking Ruhi from behind as his fist flew up and down the length on his distended dick.

His hand holding on to her fleshy hips as he dipped his seven inch long thick, muscled, veiny, smelly dick into her hairy cunt from behind. He hands then parting her ass cheeks and ogling her dark, black, puckered, hairy asshole. He would press his shiny dick-head into that asshole as he ejaculated, spewing his thick, white, creamy juice all over Ruhi's smooth, round, unblemished ass cheeks.

Since that day, he began timing his jerk-off sessions around when she came out to do her daily early morning chores. He had rarely missed it in the past couple of years. He spent a lot of time in Ranu's house, but no one was the wiser and no one gave a second's thought to this. Ballu burned the images of Ruhi into his brain and used them to help him while he masturbated. He saw her undergarments hanging to dry on their clothesline and imagined them on her, tight and flush against her body. He sometimes ventured to walk close to where her underwear was and tried to touch or brush past it, It drove him wild.

Even after Ruhi was married and gone off to her in-laws, Ballu still managed to conjure up her images in his brain and masturbate to them, and fantasize about her while fucking some willing whore in the paddy fields on moonlit nights.

On the day of the party Ballu realized that Ruhi was back, helping with the food and arrangements. After all it was her father's fiftieth birthday, Ballu was just glad and excited to be near her. See her in her harried state, smell her perfume and sweat, brush his hand on her inadvertently. It all sent a thrill through his body.

Towards the late evening, as more and more guests started arriving, there were no empty chairs to be found for them as all available seats were taken.

Ruhi's mother called out to no one on particular, "Hey, there are some benches upstairs. Someone, go get them!" As Ruhi hurried up into the house, responding to her mother, Ballu jumped at the opportunity to help her. No one even noticed.