Date: 8 Jul 2002 12:14:12 -0000
From: Alisha Mathew A <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Step Mom 2 By Alisha

	StepMom2	The Revenge	By Alisha

Note: I would like to thank many readers who insisted to write this sequel
and for their wide, weird suggestions. I could not accept any of the
climaxes suggested by the readers. But I decided to write about the
revenge. As I am not much interested in writing straight sex stories, I may
finish this story by this instalment.

Coming back to my story, I would like to remind the readers that my
stepmother aroused the sexual feelings in my sister and me. She made
arrangements for my sister and me to taste the forbidden fruit. She did not
force us to do anything and instead warned us from doing it each
other. When we were mating she cleverly brought my father to our room and
we were caught red-handed at the most taboo act. I was thrown out of my
house and I straightaway went to the railway station. It was a time when
one should travel in the trains even without tickets. There were not much
checking and even if a guy were caught people would have considered it as
only a fun or due to lack of money. I had no idea where to go, I had taken
some money with me tied in my trousers. I could not take any spare
clothes. I slept at the corridors and when I was awake my pajama was cut
open and my money missing. I hid in a closet most of the time fearing to be
caught by railways. Finally by next night I reached Bombay. I was sitting
at the door steps when I saw the landscapes suddenly changing and I saw a
great hill blocking our travel. Then the train entered a big tunnel and I
was shocked to hear such big sounds and I felt I was passing through a
magical cave in Arabian Nights.

The train moved in dark with great speed for about five minutes, then I saw
light again and read I had reached Tane Creek, suburban Bombay. From Thane
onwards the rail tracks increase in number and I saw so many trains passing
to and fro just like buses and cars in a highway. People were hanging out
of the trains and since it was early morning the rush was minimum. Our
train stopped at Kurla and half of the train was emptied there. I climbed
an upper berth which was emptied and slept for about half an hour or so. I
was awake when the train was moving erratically.  It was now empty and was
moving to be shunted. I jumped out and fell on the platform. It was
Victoria Terminus.

For a country boy like me VT station looked like a kumbh mela ( festival
conducted in 12 years on banks of Ganges where the largest number of
participants assemble in the world) place. So many trains were coming and
going and people were running madly in and out. I went out of the
station. Nobody asked me for any ticket. I ate an apple rolled out from
some bag and drank pipe water until my stomach was full. I went out and
walked through the neat and lonely loads, which resembled like England and
other foreign countries. It was Ballard Estate and Colaba area. For
historically interested people, Between 1914 and 1918, the Bombay Port
Trust reclaimed 22 acres of land at Ballard Estate using the material
excavated from the Alexandra Docks for filling. George Wittet designed the
buildings for this business district. He imposed a uniformity of style and
design through the use of European Renaissance facades. Initially the
amount of land reclaimed was thought to be much too large for the demands
of the times. However, the area filled up by 1923. Even now, Ballard Estate
remains a sought-after business address. This is one of the best areas in
Bombay.

I had no idea where to go I just walked aimlessly and finally I reached a
naval area, Colaba. Then I saw a bunch of ladies coming towards me walking
with seductive steps. When they came near I was surprised their faces
looked like men, they were shaved men, but lipstic clad and have rings and
ornaments. "Muche panch rupayee de do (Give me 5 bucks)", one lady came
close to me and asked. Five bucks, my foot, I was thinking whom to ask for
that. I said I had no money. Then they started kissing me and they tore my
only shirt wide open and left. People were laughing at me. A beggar who was
sitting under a tree viewing all these came to me and consoled me saying
they are eunuchs, their penis are chopped of in the childhood itself and
some of them are born like that. They walk in groups begging. If they would
not get money, they will play mischief on you. My pyjama and shirt was no
more usable and I did not know what to do next. I was in an alien city
without any money. The beggar asked my whereabouts and I told him I came in
search of a job. Then he told me that I could stay with him until I find a
job.

The eunuchs are a common feature of Bombay. It is said that they came from
different parts of India and settle at Hijada colony in Sion, Koliwada area
of Bombay. One afternoon a bunch of eunuchs went to a roadside tea stall in
south Mumbai and demanded either money or tea. The chaiwala (tea seller)
continued to refuse despite the eunuchs' persistent demands. Finally the
eunuchs suggested,"Let us at least use your toilet". "Why not? said the
chaiwala. The eunuchs showered him with blessings and giggled their way to
the toilet behind the tea stall. On their way back, they thanked him and
promised to come again.

The suspicious chaiwala, decided to check the toilet, for he was sure they
would have messed it up. To his surprise his toilet never looked better.

He almost cursed himself for doubting the poor eunuchs, when he realised
that the two cans of kerosene he had stored there were missing. Promising
himself never to help anyone, he locked up his toilet with a brand new
lock.

 The eunuchs come to our house when they hear that a new child is born, and
will start singing and dancing. If we give them at least hundred bucks,
they will bless the child and go away in merry. If we do not give any money
they will call us abuses and heaven knows what will they do next. They live
in folks and they are highest in number at Bombay and Delhi. It is a rumour
that they kidnap children from rural area and chop off the penis and make
them eunuch, I don't know how much it is true. There is a temple in Mysore
called Yellamma temple where the eunuchs worship. Every year there is a
festival in which women and men climb hills stark naked to worship the
Yellamma goddess. Since the voyeurs outnumbered the participants, its now
conducted in high police guard and secrecy.  Coming back to story, the
beggar asked me to assist him in begging. He promised to give me food and
shelter. He will put some makeup in the morning by applying some dough,
pappad on his knees and he will put some sugar syrup on it to attract
flys. Then it would be a severe wound never going to be cured and people
would vomit seeing it. I have to take him to the place and change the coins
to rupees in frequent hours and pay the amount to a bank nearby. He never
kept money with him fearing the local goons stealing or taking it
forcefully. I thought about running with his money. Then I understood that
he had got goons to protect him and keep a watch on me. He had to pay 10000
per month to a local underworld guy just to sit under that tree. 10000 is
the pay for a medium government servant in India. I was surprised to see he
earn about 2000 bucks per day. In the evening he would ask me to take him
to his chawl, ( a tin roofed hut in a slum with tiled floor!). He had two
wives, one a handicapped woman and another one a younger black beauty. All
live in one room and cook food there. He had no kids in both women. He
would curse them for not producing any heirs to him. He would take a bath
as soon as he got into his chawl, rather I would say his wives would bath
him. He will then start drinking rum after switching on radio hearing old
Hindi songs. He would start fucking the women soon after he had his
supper. I had to be present to witness his virility. In the slum none
bothers about privacy. He would then ask them to suck his cock
alternatively till he is ready for his next poke. When he is tired of
fucking them, he would ask me to masturbate for him. He would ask the black
girl to pump at the older woman's boobs just to give him a scene for
masturbation. He would warn me that he would chop off my dick if I dare to
touch his wives. I was trapped like a Zinbad with the oldman in the
island. To my disgust he started fucking me in the ass after one week.

It was one week after my arrival to Bombay. I used to sleep in the floor on
a news paper bed with my lungi as my blanket. I was awaken in a morning
when the beggar kissing me. I tried to kick him away and run. But he had
such strength and he lay on top of me so that I could not escape. He put
his penis right on my thighs and used his left hand to grab my penis and
shake it. I was not able to do anything and my penis too was full of semen
as I didn't get any privacy even to relieve myself. Soon my semen shoot up
and he rolled me and began to kiss on my necks and press my flat chest like
milking a woman. I felt disgusted and ashamed of myself and helpless. His
penis was growing bigger and bigger and it was pressing on my butt
channel. He put some cream on it and was trying to break my asshole. I
tried to shake that bastard away, but he was stronger than me, and well
experienced too. He bit on my shoulders and I was writhing in pain. Then I
felt my asshole lubricated with some cream and with one great shove he
drove his think penis into my rectum. I cried aloud, but none heard it. I
thought he would stop it. But after a minute he began to move and his hard
rock penis began to ram my butt walls and I could felt his balls hitting my
soft buns. Finally he got his monster penis fully inside me and I got my
anal cherry broken or rather torn apart.

I felt thoroughly humiliated and defeated after that. He began to make it a
regular practice and the women ignored my cries. Then one day I found that
the younger wife was cheating on the beggar. She was allowing her body to
be fucked by a local goon (dada of that area). He chewed pan and was a
rough looking man. Once I saw them fucking in the chawl when I went there
to take the beggar's passbook.  They were shocked and cajoled me not to
tell it to the beggar. I agreed and thus made friendship with the goon. He
was locally called dada and he extracted money from poachers of public
land, small pan shop owners, tea makers etc. Soon I started mingling with
him. The beggar threw me out when he learnt his wife was cheating on him
and I didn't tell it to him. I then joined the gang operated in the area as
a smalltime arm twister. It was my duty to collect dues which were not
paid. Soon I got elevated and learnt driving and rifle shooting. The life
had changed by five years and I got a good physique and grew a good
beard. I got a flat for me and I started dealing with the pawn business
where the money was invested by underworld.

Then it started the notorious gang wars. I felt Bombay much heated and
decided to leave the city for some period so that I might still have my
head uncut. The shootouts were a regular event and the two gangs were
fighting for total control of Mumbai. I took a train and went to my
countryside without telling anybody about my escape from city. When I
reached my station it was still a godforsaken place. The tonga( mule cart)
was the vehicle still used there. I called a tongawalla and proceeded to my
village. From the tongawalla I learnt that my father was having health
problems and my step mother was ruling the house. No one recognized me even
my school mates. I was dressed in a saffron shirt and dhoti (loose robe)
and the tongawalla thought that I am a pilgrim to the rock temple. Our
village had a rock temple on a hilltop. It is said that, the very first ray
of the Sun very morning falls upon this temple, from which it got its
name. It is believed that the Lord Sun (Surya) was worshiped here.  Nobody
cared it and it was a dead place. But people from other villages came there
to pray to sun god, as it was the only sun temple in our state.

The tongawalla asked me if I had any relatives or friends in the village. I
said no to him. Then he told me that he would arrange accommodation at one
of his relative's house near the temple. I agreed even though I knew that
he was planning to extract a sum from me. I had enough money to spent, in
fact I was rich then. The tongawalla took me to one of his aunt's
house. There was a small room attached to it newly constructed for giving
to rent. I gave 100 bucks to the tongawalla and his eyes bulged in
surprise. He never expected such a fee for his trip. He left me promising
to come back next day. His aunt was a well-built woman about 40 years. She
had a good farm and cattle stock. Her husband was a skeleton type man. He
was an asthma patient too. I guessed when he fucks that lady, she would
just feel like a squirrel fucking an elephant.

In the next morning I visited the sun temple for the sake of making others
think that I was indeed a pilgrim. I had come to the temple so many times
when I was a schoolboy. We used that place to masturbate and fuck on each
other. None visited the temple on those days. The most "erotic" statue at
the temple was - one of a headless figure holding his fully erect
phallus. But the temple had now changed, walls got painted and clothes
covered the erotic statues so that evil thoughts would not distract
people. Ancient Indian architectural treatises state that a temple lacking
erotic imagery would be ineffective and maleficent. The erotic statues and
representations that cover the outer and inner walls of the Hindu temple
serve both a magical and an instructional purpose. Through the power of the
yantras--the magical diagrams created by the placement of the erotic
imagery--the architect made the temple a faithful reflection of the
divine. At the same time this imagery educated the faithful about the
fundamental aspects of the Hindu religion, wherein the union of opposites
in the sexual act is the perfect image of the creative principle, and
erotic enjoyment is a reflection of divine bliss. But the present society
take a negative attitude and believe sex is a sin and hence the covering of
the statues. But the clothes were full of holes revealing that pilgrims
used to peep at them through the holes.

Then I saw my sister. She came for darshan with her husband. He was
completely bald and old. He was not at all a suitable man for my sister. My
sister looked old and there was no happiness on her face. I got an urge to
hug her and kiss her. I got the feelings of a brother as well as a lover to
her inside me. But it was not suitable time, I decided. When I walked away
ignoring them I felt her staring at me. Did she recognize me?, I walked to
my place in quick steps.

When I reached my place the hostess had arranged a great breakfast. When
she served it standing close to me I could smell her body perfume, a
mixture of sweat and mustard oil and curd. I knew such women are highly
sexually active and willing to do any extremes for their partners. I had
lost count of girls I fucked in Bombay, but they all were eager to collect
their tips and money. None could compete with the early memoirs of my
sexual encounters with my stepmom and my own sister. When she moved near
me, I patted her buttocks but she did not acknowledge it. I felt it might
be difficult to seduce her. Even though she was sexy and I bet not getting
fucked properly by her pencil mark husband, she did not give any symptoms
of encouragement to me. I had to device some new idea to make love to her.

The idea came to my mind afternoon. Her husband came to my room and started
talking to me. I could guess that they were worried about having no
children of their own. They had prayed so many gods and offered bribed to
gods. An astrologer had predicted that they would be blessed with a boy if
they entice saints; cater to the hungry and the poor. They prepared a great
amount of food every day and gave it to the beggars etc. The husband
thought I had some power, he mistook me for a man capable of doing
miracles. He was afraid even to sit before me. I got bored with his
monologues and the only way to send him out was that I had to pray. When he
was out I made my preparations.

I took a scissor from my bag and started cutting my pubic hairs. Then I
shaved the pubic region and the root of my phallus. When I was shaved the
phallus looked more long and thick than it looked normally. I had some body
paints in my bag, I changed my phallus to a tricolour pole applying red,
yellow and green to my penis, applying different body paints to my
penis. The edge segment was coloured in red, middle segment with yellow and
the root with green. My monster phallus look like an angry cobra and when I
began thinking about the possibility of fucking the landlady it began
jumping with added vigour. I then cut a rubber ball into two halves and
filled it with ashes and again joined them using adhesive. Then I inserted
a small tube into it. The rubber ball I put under my armpits and the tube
would reach my wrist through my loose robe. If I pressed the ball by slight
pressure exercised by jerk of sleeves, the ashes would reach my palms as if
a miracle.

I slept on my cot and I did not bother to bolt the door. I moved my dhoti
as if undone in my sleep so that a visitor to my room could see my art
worked phallus. I came to my senses when I heard the husband came to my
room to serve tea to me. I pretended to be asleep. I heard a gasp from him
and from the rustling of clothes understood that he was close examining my
tricolour pole of manhood. e put his hand on my penis and I was sure my
phallus would jump at any touch as he was starving for a long time. I
suddenly woke up and covered by nudity in a hurry. I looked at the man with
anger, he was stammering. "Sir, I beg your pardon, but what did I see?", he
asked with fear. "Oh, you saw that, okay don't tell anybody", I told
him. "But, sir how is looks like that, I have never heard such", he was
asking again. "Okay, to tell you a secret, I have got blessings from a
tantric guru of Himalayas. Only you know about this till today other than
me. Well it's a divine blessing from him", I said. "But sir, why it has
three colours, what is the meaning of it", he was pestering. "My lingam
(phallus) has a divine power, if I impregnate any lady with my phallus, the
child would inherit wisdom when my phallus up to red colour enters her
vagina, if the second part also enters her vagina then the child would
inherit wisdom and courage, and finally it my phallus fully enters a yoni
then the child would inherit not only courage and wisdom but long life
too.", I bluffed. "Never tell anybody about it, I will curse you", I
added. He left my room immediately in fear and dismay.

The next day my landlady came with milk and breakfast to my room. She gave
me more respect and she was looking between my legs to get a glance of my
tricolour pole. I did not mind her. After some time the couple came to me
together and asked me, "Sir, for give me if we ask anything improper, but I
told my wife about the divine powers of you. We have no children so far. We
need an inheritance, as we are getting old. We want somebody to pay rituals
to our souls. If you may kind enough to bless us with a child we would be
slaves of you for the lifetime", the husband prayed to me. I did not answer
for some time. I walked here and there to make them think I was
reluctant. Then I told them I was ready to bless them if he had no
objection and it would be done only on Friday night. I knew Friday was
close and it was going to be a full moon night. I told them that they
should never disclose to anybody about my powers. I directed the lady to go
to temple on Friday and bath in the pond associated with the temple and
come to my room at night without any clothes. They were glad and they bowed
to my feet.

The Friday came sooner than I expected. On Friday morning my landlady went
to the temple in the early morning to pray to the sun god to bless her with
a good child. Her husband came to me and asked what else I was required for
the divine copulation with his wife. I told him the muhurt (holy time) I
had decide was 10 pm when the full moon would be visible. I went out to the
railway station and send some communication to my old friends in Bombay. I
was out of touch with the urban life for the past week. By evening I
returned to my stay. My bedroom was nicely decorated with clean sheets and
flowers. The room was cleaned and decorated with jasmine flowers and the
exotic smell itself was making my phallus erect. The husband was nowhere to
be seen. I guessed that he had gone away so as not to witness his wife been
subjected to fucking by another man when he was around.  The landlady came
to my room with a bowl of milk. She stood at the end of the room with a shy
look without looking at me. I decided to play some tricks. I asked her to
sit on the floor with legs crossed. Then I light up a lamp and started
chanting mantra before a deity's picture. Then I asked her to remove her
dress and stand naked before the deity. She removed her long rob and cotton
type brassieres. Her big breasts dangled free. I was standing behind her,
her fat buttocks were a delight to see when she moved. She had great
buttocks like a Swiss brown cow. My phallus was rising to its maximum
length when my nostrils were inhaling her scent. I moved close to her and
my erected phallus began to touch her fat buttocks. She was shocked when my
phallus touched her soft fine butt for the first time. I hugged her from
behind and held her mammoth breasts using my both hands. I expected them to
be sagging but I was wrong. She had a fine pair of well-rounded breasts;
they grew even bigger in my palms. I was sure that her husband had
neglected those delicious bubbies. They were as firm and taut like breasts
of an eighteen-year girl. I searched for her nipples while I pretended to
chant mantras on her ears. When my breathing hit her shoulders and neck
small hairs started rising and I kissed those salty small hairs like
grapevine on her nape of the neck. She was shivering like a woman never had
been kissed. I decided to make my foreplay elaborate and never ending. I
started to kiss her from her neck, then to her shoulders coming back to her
spinal area and started tracing her spinal chord with fervent kisses. I bit
her spine bones and moved my lips slowly downwards. She was shivering like
affected with yellow fever. I traced her spinal area and finally I reached
her buttocks and cupping her fat buttocks and pressing them close together
with my hands gripping on her butt meat, I inserted my tongue into her
narrow butt channel. I could feel her grunting and moaning. I kneeled
behind her and started kissing her thighs and inner thighs. The places
behind her knees were the most erogenous zones of her. I began kissing and
finally touched her toe. She later admitted me that her husband never
bothered to make any foreplay to her.

I was loosing my patience to see her from her frontal. I turned her to face
me and kissed on her full lips taking the whole lips between my lips and
crushing them. I used my teeth to bit her lips lightly until her lips
became red. I tasted the salty area between her nose and upper lips, she
was hugging me her long nails were entering my flesh on my back. I chewed
her lips like a baby and started kissing her neck and the throat. I bit on
her collar bones and travelled my lips as if reluctant about her chest. She
was losing her patience and soon she lifted her breast using her arms and
inserted the taut nipple to my anxious lips. Her nipples grew bigger and
bigger in my mouth and I coated them with my saliva. There were small hairs
around her areola. She had some black moles very near to her nipples.  I
enjoyed the long forgotten art of breast-feeding from her. Her breasts were
alternately pressed and sucked by me. They grew like two foot balls unable
to include any more air into them.

I took her in my arms and we moved to the bed like Adam and Eve. I was
feeling the raw power of an animal when I carried her. She was looking at
my erected tri colour phallus. I had been deprived of sex for a long
time. I was afraid my penis would betray me, the pre-cum had been flowing
from its tip. I could not be patient any more. I jumped on her and she
welcomed me eagerly parting her thighs away. She had a perfect triangular
pussy with a fine bush of curly black hair. I could feel the heat emitting
from it. I was impatient to taste it, but my phallus was overflowing. So I
decided to go for it, and peeled my foreskin back and inserted the red
sticky top into her full vagina. Her pussy swallowed my phallus like a
python eating a rat. I began to move slowly in and out of her. The cot was
made of coir and I feared whether it could withstand out mutual weight. The
coir cot was stretched downwards and I thought we might have to move to the
floor. Then the cot was balanced by a thrust from downwards. As I had been
away from sex for a long time I was afraid I might spend at anytime. I was
bit embarrassed to a possible premature ejaculation. But I could not help
it. Then the upward thrust helped me to get my control back and liked the
woman taking an interest to welcome my phallus. In my numerous fucks at
Bombay I never had any co-operation from woman. Beauty or no beauty, they
all lay naked under me leaving everything to me. I never get any pleasure
from those bitches ranging from ordinary girls to models. But my landlady
was offering me her pussy smashed my phallus and soon she was in a bow like
fashion and my penis to its root was inserted into her. Our pubic hairs met
each other and started creating a web of their own, mixed with her love
juice and my pre cum. The upward thrust was increasing and I had no idea
how could she attain such power and eagerness. I felt need of more length
to my phallus which is humiliating to any man. Then my penis shot its
content out like a water cannon. The curdy substance filled her cunt and
was overflowing to her thighs.  I lay exhausted on her soft oily body. Even
then I felt she was arching her body towards me. I doubted someone was
under us and I looked under our cot. To my astonishment I saw the husband
of the lady was lying under us and he was supporting the coir cot, in fact
he was the man who was pushing her to me from beneath. I felt like I was
caught red-handed and did not know what to tell him. I was fucking his dear
wife and all the time he was under us!. "Saab, don't get angry with me, I
was trying to make your penis enter my wife's hole till its green end, I
want my son to be long lived too!", he chuckled at me and said. I could not
suppress my laughter, poor man, he believed my humbug and was trying to
make her wife's pussy accommodate my phallus fully into her.

From that day I got a free hand over my landlady. Her husband was more than
willing to present her wife entirely to me. I fucked her in every poses I
could imagine and she was also very accommodating. Finally by next month
she was pregnant, she never had any periods after I fucked her. Her husband
was overjoyed and distributed sweets to neighbours and his friends. He did
not tell them the real thing, but spread a story that I was a yogi with
immense power and after the couple ate the fruits blessed by me, her wife
became pregnant. The news was spread all over the village and I was
elevated to the status of a saint within a few days.

People started to flow to visit be and get blessings from me. I was loosing
my privacy. My landlady was having problems like nausea and all that. She
could no longer cook food and serve. I was also loosing interest in
her. Her husband helped me again. One day he came to me and said there was
an old hut and remains of an ashram near the sun temple, which belonged to
his ancestors. He told me his consent to give that land to me to build an
ashram of my own. I too decided to be a saint rather than being a goon
anymore. Soon the villagers built some more huts and a small temple in the
land and I was elevated as a baba ( one who can do miracles). One day a
woman carried her child to me and asked me to bless the child and save him
from death. The child had high fever and it was showing symptoms of
death. I wiped the child with a saffron cloth soaked with water until the
temperature was reduced. Meanwhile I chanted some mantras which were just a
mixture of English and folk songs. I searched my bags and took some
paracetamol tablets and crushed it to white fine powder. I mixed it with
some ashes made from cow dung and gave it to the mother saying it's the
offering to god. She put some honey into it and gave it to the child. The
child was cured by next day and I too was relieved. The incident made me a
real saint with immense power. Remember in India, never been a politician
or a saint(baba) have been punished even if they are hardcore criminals. So
I became a baba overnight.

(to be continued)

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