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                Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives

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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>


                      ::: e n c o u n t e r :::

                              IN TUITION

                                Part 2


    Anand has the phone clipped to his ear. His knuckles whiten. His
    ears burn. She's fucking someone! The bitch! All this time she's
    talking to him and arranging to have dinner with him and she's
    fucking someone! The fucking whore! He knows, of course, that she
    fucks around, she's never hidden the fact that she has lovers,
    never given him reason to believe he's the first or the only one
    but she's never done anything like this. Not openly, no. And then,
    to his surprise, his cock pops up and strains at his trousers. She
    sounds so damned sexy and he can just see her, whimpering and
    gasping and writhing with the guy, the guy he doesn't know and
    can't see, just like she does with him. Oh fuck, he can see her
    now, what she must be doing, her hot cunt on the big, long cock,
    her body jerking and writhing.

    "C'mon ... take it! Take it, whore!" he hears the man gasp and is
    stunned. The voice is rough, the words vernacular, the accent
    low-bred. Who the shit is she fucking?

    "C'mon you fucking whore! Take my cock ... yeh ... that's it ...
    oh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes! Take it! Yeh ... that's it!" the man
    goes.

    "Oh yes ... yes, Barku, yes ... fuck me!" she gasps. "Fuck me
    harder uhhhhhh yes oh god yes that's it ... c'mon lover ... shove
    it in ahhhhhhh uhhh yes ... oh god that's it yes ... oh fuck your
    cock's so big ... stick it in, baby ... shove it right up ohh yeh!
    God you peons are so good for me! You fuck me so well!"

    A peon! She's fucking a bloody peon! Anand screams into the phone
    hello hello hello and all he hears is her, her, Shirlyn, and her
    lover, the peon, the peon laughing in delight. And then there's a
    soft click and the line goes dead.

    That night, after a strained dinner, they go back to her little
    flat and Anand fucks her like a demon. She says nothing about the
    afternoon and he doesn't ask, just bends her body under his,
    forcing himself into her again and again with a savage madness.
    She takes it all, everything he gives her, without protest, just
    gasping and moaning desperately as he pillages her flesh.

    When he's done at last, the insane jealousy and crazed lust have
    ebbed. She snuggles up against him, fondling his cock. Her breasts
    are hot and fleshy against his hard chest. His cock stirs. She
    traces the contours of his body with her fingertip. Like his
    brother, Anand is muscular and handsome and his cock is big and
    thick, about seven inches long limp, over eight inches in full
    tumescence and correspondingly thick. He's good in bed, has power
    and stamina. Her body still tingles from his rough handling of
    her, which she actually rather enjoyed.

    "Feeling better?" she murmurs, her tongue in his ear.

    "You're a whore."

    "Mm. I like being fucked."

    "Even by a peon."

    "It turned you on, didn't it?"

    He's silent, because it's the truth. She smiles.

    "You should have seen us," she said. "He fucked me so well and for
    so long. I really loved it."

    "Shut up! Shut up!"

    She slides over him, kisses him, his cock is hardening quickly and
    she lifts her hips and slips her cunt down on it. He gasps. She
    kisses him again, pushes her tongue into his mouth.

    "How he fucked me," she goes on. "He's got this big cock, really
    big and thick, and he shoved it right into my slit ... just the
    way I like being fucked ... nice and hard ... ramming it in ...
    and then he fucked my ass, too ..."

    Anand's face twists in rage. He jerks her cunt down on his cock,
    rolls her over on her back and begins ram-fucking her furiously,
    pounding in and out of her flesh. She gasps and cries out, her
    body whipping and jerking under his, her hips crashing against
    his, her cunt convulsing frantically on his throbbing, pistoning
    penis. He fucks her and fucks her and fucks her till he's drained.
    At last he lets her go and sinks down on the bed.

    "I'm sorry," he mumbles, his face stricken. "I shouldn't have done
    that, said all those things."

    She kisses him tenderly. He's not a bad sort, really, and it's a
    difficult situation for any guy. He's taken it better than most.

    Manish afloat again. It's even worse today. He just can't keep his
    eyes off her. She's wearing a *sari* this time, six yards of the
    traditional Indian garment that can be worn so it looks dowdy or
    so it looks outrageously sexy. She only knows the second, of
    course. She couldn't look dowdy if she tried. It clings to her
    curves and shows the full, heavy weight of her breasts under her
    tight blouse, her flat belly, her slender hips and legs. The neck
    of the blouse is low, low, low and he can see her cleavage winking
    temptingly at him, the gold chain nestling in the valley,
    vanishing into the squeezed fold between those luscious, ripe
    mounds. In profile, he can see her breasts straining at the tight
    blouse and wants so much, so much to run his hands along it and
    then to cup her breasts. There's this sexy little *bindi*, a
    vermilion dot, in the middle of her forehead, and her hair is
    coiled up high on top of her head and accents the lovely line of
    her neck and throat. He looks at her and drowns in her brown eyes,
    rimmed with kohl, their colour and warmth accentuated by the
    burgundy gold of her spectacles. She looks at him and sighs.

    "Oh well, Manish. This really isn't working for you, is it?" she
    murmurs.

    He looks down glumly. He can't seem to understand a word of what
    she's saying or wanting him to read, not a word, it's all just a
    crazed jumble of letters and drawings and it's only geography. All
    he wants is her, her body, her lovely, lovely body. He sees how
    her breast rests on the edge of the table and can't take his eyes
    off it. She smiles gently at him over the rim of her spectacles
    and points to his biology book.

    "Let's try that, shall we? The chapter we were doing yesterday?"

    Manish's eyes brighten. This he can look at. He gets the book and
    flips open to the page. She starts talking again, and now it's
    more of the same and also a diagram of breasts, mammaries, and
    nipples, and aureoles. The chapter ends. He wants to do it all
    over again. She looks at him, taking off her spectacles.

    "You know Manish, there's such a lot about this they don't tell
    you in the books. Stuff you should know."

    He stares at her. What's she talking about?

    "I mean, there's more to reproduction than that. And there's more
    to that than reproduction. Much more."

    What? What?

    Her smile broadens. She has such a cute mouth.

    "You have a paper in practicals, too, don't you?"

    "Uh, yeah, yes. Chem. And Physics."

    "Not bio?"

    "Yeah, a bit. Cutting up frogs and such."

    "Nothing else?"

    "Um, no, no I don't think so."

    "Not in this chapter?" She points to the book.

    He looks down, looks at her, looks down, at her again, shakes his
    head.

    "Well," she says, getting up. "They should. At least I think so."

    What? He looks at her. Where's she going? It isn't time yet.

    "Where's your video?" She's rummaging in her purse on a sofa.

    "What?"

    "Your video. Where is it?" She straightens, holding a cassette.
    "I've got something you should see. It might help you understand
    better."

    "Um, in my room. I ... I was watching a film before. Took the
    trolley in."

    "Very well. I'm leaving now. I know it's a bit early, but I want
    you to spend the rest of the time watching this. It will teach you
    several things, which I want you to remember. We'll go over them
    tomorrow when I return. Okay?"

    What can he say? He doesn't want her to go, but he can't tell her
    that. She gives him the cassette, smiles, and he sees her out.
    When she's gone, he feels lonely and empty. He shuffles back to
    his bedroom. It has typical teenage clutter, weights, music,
    magazines, Samantha Fox and Madonna battling boobs and thighs on
    the wall, another of a couple of luscious Indian film stars in
    erotic poses, showing quite a lot. He doesn't know it then, of
    course, but these film-stars, they're graduates of the same
    whore-school Shirlyn's at and often come back to do time. He
    pushes the tape into the video machine and rewinds. His back is to
    her. He presses the play button.

    It's a porn-film, of course, one of the Hedon & Venery's typically
    steamy numbers. This one's a real teaser, styled as a sex-ed
    cassette, with a fairly innocuous title. It begins without
    pretension, the credits rolling with soft, unremarkable music.
    Then the screen fades out.

    The fade in shows Shirlyn in a white coat at a desk in a clinic,
    lots of charts and medical equipment around. She smiles at the
    camera. She's very lovely, wearing a *sari*, her eyes lined with
    *kajal*, a *bindi* on her forehead, a stethoscope around her neck.
    She has her spectacles on and the gold chain around her neck that
    he finds so sexy against her flawless golden skin. Her hair is up
    in a bun.

    "Hello, and welcome. My name is Shirlyn and I am a doctor. A
    special kind of doctor."

    She gets up and moves around the desk. The camera follows her. Her
    body looks terrific, slender and curved like an hourglass.

    "Many of you must be wondering what this film is about and why we
    need it all. Let me explain. My colleagues at the Institute for
    Advanced Studies and I have recently completed a comprehensive
    study and survey of sexual attitudes in middle-class adolescents.
    Among our several findings is that a large proportion of
    adolescents are frequently ill-informed about adult sexual
    behaviour. Perhaps this is the result of a certain social
    pressure, perhaps there are other reasons. But we believe that it
    is important that adolescents understand more fully what remains
    mankind's most basic and vital need. The need for sex."

    She levers herself off the desk and goes around the room. "Now
    most of you must have seen charts like these." She points to
    several diagrams, clinical dissections of the anatomy. The camera
    closes in on a penis and a vagina in cross-section. "These
    diagrams certainly tell you about the anatomical aspects of our
    organs. But what they do not tell you is this."

    She points to another picture. The camera closes in on it. Manish
    gasps. It's in lurid detail, full, pinsharp colour, shows a cock
    entering a cunt from behind, the thick shaft half-in, half-out of
    the cunt, swallowed by the curve of a luscious, creamy buttock.

    "Yes. What we are taught in schools and colleges does not include
    this. Certainly you are told what goes where. But never are you
    told how or why or what makes it so important and special. That is
    what this film will show."

    Music overlays the soundtrack, the camera retreats from the
    picture and Manish's jaw drops, it's a picture of the Shirlyn
    herself, on her front, wearing only her white coat and jewelry and
    stethoscope and spectacles and nothing else. She's on her forearms
    and knees and her face is turned to the camera, a vision of lust,
    the eyes half closed, the mouth open in a wide 'O', while,
    kneeling behind her, a huge, immensely muscular, devastatingly
    handsome young man squeezes his cock into her cunt. His face is
    flung back and twisted in pleasure. His fingers are dug into the
    soft flesh of her hips and waist. The white coat is pushed up to
    her armpits and her breasts hang heavy, swollen, pendulous, the
    necklace and stethoscope dangling, her nipples rigid and stiff
    like little nuts. The black cord of her spectacles hang around her
    long neck. The camera lingers on the picture, and slowly moves in
    to a close-up of her face, then her breasts, then returns to her
    cunt and his cock. Manish gapes at it and then it dissolves into
    another shot of Shirlyn in close-up. She's smiling at the camera
    and her eyes are dark brown and lively, light by a strange kind of
    fire. Manish groans and unbuttons his shirt, drops his jeans,
    begins masturbating slowly.

    "Yes, this is what they don't tell us in schools and colleges. How
    to have sex so that it is enjoyable. That we can have sex without
    wanting to 'reproduce'. That sex is more than an act of
    procreation. What we will show you is what they don't show you:
    sex as fun. Sex as recreation, not just procreation."

    Her smile widens. "First of all, you must remember that words like
    'sex', 'penis' and 'vagina' have little or no importance during
    coitus. These words are sterile and clinical and they do not
    convey emotion. In this film, we will not use such words. Instead,
    we will use the words with which you are familiar, but have been
    told to avoid: words like 'fucking' and 'cock' and 'prick' and
    'cunt' and 'slit' and 'pussy'. We will also use other words as
    love-calls which are an essential part of fucking. Words like
    'whore' and 'bitch' and 'slut', 'bastard' and 'mother-fucker'. You
    will find that these words definitely add to the feeling of
    pleasure and are in themselves exciting."

    Manish has an erection. He's rivetted. The camera draws back and
    there's a man standing with Shirlyn, a tall, strapping, handsome,
    muscular man, dark and very macho, dressed in jeans and an open
    shirt with the sleeves rolled up his broad, sinewy forearms. The
    shirt has several buttons open and Manish can see that he has a
    powerful torso, broad shoulders, a deep, cleaved chest, a flat
    hard belly. The torso is hairless, dark, smooth. His hips are high
    and narrow and his waist is trim. He has long strong legs and
    arms, bulging with muscle. His face is rugged and handsome with a
    square jaw and sexy cleft in his chin, deep eyes, a strong nose
    and dark hair swept back. His mouth is wide and lean-lipped,
    almost cruel, but oddly sensual nonetheless. Shirlyn is talking.

    "If we were to carry on talking," she smiles, "we would be no
    better than those useless text-books. Instead, we are going to
    give you a live demonstration. Hari has very kindly agreed to help
    me. He will fuck me."

    Manish gasps. Hari nods at the camera and smiles. Shirlyn goes on.
    "We strongly recommend that, if you are a virgin, male or female,
    you follow what we do. After all, the best way to learn is by
    emulation ..."

    The screen dissolves. Soft, pulsating music with the slow fade in
    and the screen shows Shirlyn and the man kissing. She has taken
    off her glasses. They are kissing deeply and sexily, their tongues
    darting in and out of each other's mouths. Now there is only a
    voice-over with faint, pulsating music in the background.

    "First," Shirlyn's voice on the tape, "the initial embrace and
    kiss and caresses. This kind of kissing, commonly called 'French
    kissing', is very erotic. Notice how Hari and I use our tongues,
    suck each other's lips. Meanwhile, our bodies press together and
    our hands and fingers stroke each other. Hari caresses my face and
    neck -- that is very arousing -- my arms and hips and buttocks. I
    stroke his face and arms and torso, which is very sexy and
    appealing."

    The kiss breaks. They begin to strip each other. Somehow, they
    manage it so that her *sari* comes off without her getting out of
    the white coat. He unbuttons her blouse, pulls it open. Manish
    moans. Her breasts are lovely, lovelier than he'd imagined, full
    and high and succulent like juicy fruit, with bright aureoles
    surrounding long, stiff nipples. The man squeezes her breasts,
    pinches her nipples. Shirlyn moans thickly and arches her back,
    her face suffused with joy.

    "Fondling my breasts is extremely arousing. I can feel my tits
    swell and grow hard with excitement. My nipples, as you see,
    stiffen and harden and when Hari pinches them, exquisite little
    ribbons of lust flicker through my body and make me hotter still.
    I am very randy now and my cunt is already getting wet."

    The camera cuts to a shot of her crotch. Manish stares. It is
    beautiful. The little curved mound, covered in a dark delta of
    soft pubic hair and, as the camera closes in further, he sees the
    little dewdrops of cunt-juice beading her cunt-fuzz.

    "You will see my cunt in greater detail a little later," Shirlyn's
    voice-over reassures him. "For now, I want to suck Hari's cock."

    Cuts to a close-up of her sucking the man's cock. Manish gasps,
    moans. The cock is huge, hot and dark and thick and long. She
    jerks it in her fist, her mouth open wide, her eyes half-closed,
    her head rocking back and forth, her tongue swirling lasciviously
    around the bulging cock-head, her face distending with its size
    when she takes it in her mouth.

    "Yes!" the man gasps. "Oh fuck yes! C'mon ... suck it, bitch! Suck
    my cock! Ohhh yes ... suck it harder, whore! Ohhh yes! That's it!"

    His voice and the music recede, yielding to her voice-over.

    "Sucking cock, giving head, eating meat, or, as the text-books
    call it, fellatio, is a very effective way of arousing a man.
    There is no doubt about the fact that all men enjoy it. What is
    less well known, but equally true, is that women enjoy it, too.
    For instance, I love the taste and smell of a good, hard big cock
    fucking my mouth. It's very sexy and a major turn-on."

    The camera draws back. Shows her on her knees sucking his cock.
    He's holding her head and moving it to and fro, pumping his hips
    back and forth at her face. With her free hand, she's fondling her
    breasts, thrusting a hand into her crotch, masturbating. The
    camera cuts swiftly to shots of her hand crushing her breasts, her
    slender fingers tensed and curled around the flesh mounds,
    plucking the stiff nipples in her fingertips, her finger sliding
    down her crack, pressing hard, curling and vanishing inward.
    Manish groans, pumping his erection in his fist.

    "Also, there is no need for anxiety about taking jizz in your
    mouth. In fact, I recommend you try it. It tastes heavenly!"

    The man gasps. Shirlyn opens her mouth under the cock, jerking it
    furiously and he explodes. Jizz shoots from his cock-head and
    spurts into her open mouth, flooding it, overflowing and dribbling
    down her cheeks and chin, showering her face and breasts. She
    swallows the seed in her mouth and takes his cock between her lips
    again. The shot fades slowly.

    "Cunnilingus."

    The shot fades in to one of Shirlyn on her back on the edge of a
    bed, her legs spread wide, the man crouched between her thighs,
    his face buried in her cunt.

    "Also known as licking slit or cunt. Eating pussy."

    The man's tongue jabs into her cunt and the camera shows her slit
    in detail, her cunt-lips pulled wide in his fingers, exposing the
    soft, moist, pink flesh within, the hard stem of her clitoris.

    "This is undoubtedly one of the most pleasurable feelings for any
    woman. The touch of thick, warm, heavy tongue in my slit is one I
    can never get enough of. And Hari is exceptionally good at licking
    my cunt."

    On screen, Shirlyn's hips writhing and bucking up and down. Her
    head flipping from side to side, her face a mask of passion and
    excitement, her eyes shut, her mouth wide open. Her hands
    squeezing her breasts in excitement, clenching his head, moving it
    round and round between her thighs. Close-up of his tongue in her
    cunt, thick and spade-shaped, darting in and out, delving deep,
    twisting and sharpening to a point, flicking wildly, then slowly
    running up and down her slit, her groans getting louder. His
    finger stabbing in and his tongue and finger both working her cunt
    simultaneously. Shirlyn going wild on the bed, her body heaving
    and writhing.

    "When both finger and tongue are used simultaneously, the pleasure
    is considerably heightened. At this stage, many women lose control
    and begin to orgasm. We recommend that this be avoided. One way to
    do this is to pause in the tongue- and finger-fucking and to take
    several breaths deeply, in and out. This slows down the body's
    accelerated rhythm. Also, try and move your mind away to something
    else, something unerotic. Mathematics often works. Then the
    cunnilingus and masturbation should be resumed. If this is
    repeated often enough, the women gets frantic, her orgasm
    tantalisingly out of reach."

    Shirlyn going berserk on the bed, moaning and gasping like a
    whore.

    "Yes! Oh god yes, Hari, yes! Ohhhh uhhh yes, baby, yes ... oh god
    that's so good ... keep licking my slit, lover! Ohhhh yes ...
    that's it ... shove your tongue right into my cunt, lover ...
    ahhhhh uhhh yes ... ohhh yes that's it ... yeh ... shove your
    finger in, too, baby ... ohma uhhh yes!"

    Manish is dazed, numb. He can't take his eyes off the screen.

    "The famous sixty-nine. Truly, this is one of the most satisfying
    positions. The woman sucks cock, the man licks slit. The relative
    positions of each do not much matter. It can even be done lying on
    side."

    Shirlyn and Hari in a sixty-nine, her on top, her head rocking up
    and down over his lap, her hips grinding on his face, then him on
    top, his hips bucking and bouncing over her face and then side by
    side, head to toe, her mouth filled with his cock, his tongue
    working her slit.

    "All this, and more, is called foreplay. There are other means of
    stimulation, of course, which we will show you in detail in future
    episodes. For now, a few glimpses must suffice ... rimming ...
    licking ass ..."

    It's just getting worse for Manish. His balls are aching and
    there's a twist in his gut. There's a shot of Shirlyn on her front
    again, bent low, and the man behind her moving his head up and
    down at her buttocks, his tongue out.

    "Ohhhhh uhhhh yes ... mm, that's good yes!"

    A close-up of his thick, long tongue swirling over her puckered
    anus. Then a shot of her doing it to him as he lies on his front
    and lifts his buttocks, his cock erect and throbbing, her bright
    pointed tongue rapping at his asshole.

    "Sucking tits ..."

    Shirlyn on her back, moaning and gasping, her body arched, the man
    tugging at one nipple with his teeth, whipping it with his tongue,
    drawing in the luscious mound of her breast and sucking it
    greedily.

    "Frigging with a sexual aid ... a dildo, or a vibrator ..."

    Shirlyn on her back masturbating with a long, thick dildo, her
    legs spread, her body jerking and writhing as she rocks it in and
    out of her cunt.

    "But we must get on. Get on to actual fucking. The real thing."

    The shot cuts to one of her on her back, her legs spread, the man
    bent over her on his knees and outstretched arms. She's clenching
    his arms. His cock is at her cunt-lips. He pauses and then slowly
    pushes his hips downward, flexes his buttocks. His cock crushes
    into her cunt. She gasps and cries out, biting her lower lip,
    arching her body, lifting her hips to his.

    "Mm ... ohhhhh yes, Hari, yes! Oh god yes! That's so good, baby!
    Yes! C'mon ... shove it in! Ahhhhh uhhhh yes! That's it!"

    On tape. "Fucking. One of the most glorious and exquisitely
    pleasing activities known to man. One of the most primal and basic
    pleasures of the human body. The only limit to the ways of fucking
    is your imagination. Nothing should be distasteful. Any position
    you enjoy is acceptable. This, of course, is the legendary
    missionary position."

    On screen, the man is fucking her slowly and heavily, rocking his
    cock in and out of her cunt. Close-up of his cock, glistening with
    their coital juices, going in and out, in and out, appearing and
    disappearing into her cunt, his hips rising and falling, hers too,
    their loins grinding and writhing together and, on the tape, her
    voice, and his, filled with delight, calling in obscene eagerness.

    "Yes! Ohhh yes, Hari, yes! Fuck me ... ohhhhh uhhhh yes ... c'mon
    ... fuck me harder! Do it! Do it, lover! Shove your cock into my
    cunt ... ahhhhh uhhh yes ... oh god yes! That's it! Ohhhh yes! Oh
    ma uhhh yes!"

    And he. "C'mon ... oh uh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore ...
    take it! Oh fuck yes ... take it, bitch ... take my cock ... oh
    fuck yes!"

    The camera snaps to a mid-shot, showing them fully, the man's hips
    bobbing and bouncing up and down over her heaving hips. Her body
    snaps with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing, she squeezes them,
    her face flips from side to side radiant with pleasure, nostrils
    flared, eyes closed, mouth open.

    And the shot cuts to another of him taking her from behind. This
    is the shot from the first picture, her stethoscope and necklace
    dangling, her spectacles perched on her slender nose, her white
    coat pushed up. She's on her forearms and knees and he's kneeling
    behind her, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

    "This is one of the most pleasurable positions. It affords
    exceptionally deep access for a cock into a cunt. It is called the
    rear-entry position or, more colloquially, being fucked from
    behind, doggie-style."

    On screen, Shirlyn whimpers and moans, rocking back and forth
    under him, her breasts and necklace jiggling and tossing. The man
    grips her hips and moves her body to and fro under his to suit his
    pleasure. His cock appears and disappears between the curves of
    her buttocks, glistening and gleaming as it pistons in and out.
    Manish can hear it squelching and Hari's thighs slapping softly at
    her buttocks. His balls are big, his cock is huge. Shirlyn is
    going wild.

    "Oh fuck yes! Oh ma uhhh yes, Hari, yes ... do it, lover ... fuck
    me ... oh god yes ... that feels so good! Yes! Ohhhhh uhhh yes!"

    "C'mon ... take it! C'mon whore ... take my cock!" the man cries.

    Shirlyn hisses in pleasure, turns her face over her shoulder as
    she rocks and lurches under him, arches her tongue over her upper
    lip. The man leans forward over her slender back and kisses her
    sexily, flipping his tongue in and out of her mouth while her
    buttocks writhe against his crotch and his cock pistons steadily
    in and out of her cunt, his hips bucking up and down rhythmically.
    Manish whimpers, his erection burning, wanting it to be him. The
    camera roves their bodies lovingly, lingering in shots of her
    breasts jiggling and bouncing, on her face, twisted and suffused
    with a radiance of joy, on his mammoth cock grinding down into her
    cunt, scrunching and crushing into her cunt-flesh.

    "Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... take it ... take it, whore, take it!"
    Hari groans.

    His rich, gravelly voice on tape. "For men," he says, "there is
    little that is more satisfying than the feeling of a hot, tight,
    wet, soft cunt on a throbbing erection. It is a unique pleasure,
    unlike any other."

    Another cut and now she's astride him, kneeling upright on his
    lap, jigging and bouncing up and down. Her gold necklace tosses
    and jumps on her skin, and her breasts bounce and she slides her
    hands up and squeezes them, pinching her rigid nipples.

    "Yes! Ohh god yes! Ohh that feels so good, Hari! God your cock's
    so good in my cunt ... ohhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes!"

    The camera shows them gasping and rocking and, from behind, shows
    her buttocks bouncing off his strong thighs, shows her cunt
    gobbling his cock, sliding up its length, crashing down again, her
    buttocks flexing and unflexing, her cunt wet and open, her anus
    winking temptingly at the lens. The camera swivels smoothly around
    to the front again and slowly begins to close in on her face.
    Shirlyn slows and looks into the camera.

    "So," she says breathlessly. "As you have seen, there is much more
    to sex than reproduction. There is pleasure and there is joy. But
    what we have shown you is merely the beginning, the very basics.
    In the next film, we explore further, and look at some of the
    different ways to heighten your enjoyment. We will also show you
    the wonders of orgasm ...'

    Quick cuts show an ejaculating cock, spurting over a cunt, over
    buttocks, over breasts and her face.

    "Sodomy or, butt-fucking ..."


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