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Mary Jorsay Gandmar
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11
The Demons Of Youth
"Ohh ma UNH OHHHHHH! Ohhhhh! OH-OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHH unhhh OHHHHH unhh
OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Anuja's loud moan rang in the silence of the room. Avinash jabbed
a button and the image froze and the sound died. He stared at the
enormous screen on his bedroom wall. On either side of the main
monitor was a bank of smaller screens. He could watch several
movies simultaneously, merge them, edit them, do what he liked.
This image was from one of his tapes of their honeymoon.
Her mouth was a wide 'O', and her eyes were half-shut. His wife
was on her forearms and knees on the low, broad coffee-table in
the centre of the honeymoon suite's living room. She wore all her
bridal jewellery, and nothing else. Around her neck dangled
several gold and diamond necklaces and a long *mangalsutra*. There
were lovely earrings in her lobes. A small nose-stud winked in her
left nostril. A *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined
thickly with *kajal*. She wore no other makeup.
Her dark hair was parted in the centre and caught in a long braid
down her back. A gold chain framed the line of her hair, curving
from the centre of the forehead, along the hairline and
disappearing behind her ears. A thick gold chain ran up along her
parting and twined in her braid which was woven with fine strands
of gold. High on her arms were gold bands, and she wore
finger-rings and a gold girdle, bangles and anklets and toe-rings.
Her pendulous breasts were swollen and heavy with heat, the
nipples long and stiff. Her luscious lips were drawn back over her
teeth; her canines were attractively bent forward over the
incisors. Her skin glowed with excitement, the dark birth-marks on
her neck and the left of her face and on the inside of her left
breast adding to her allure. Avinash knew there was another on her
midriff.
Behind her, a tall, handsome, superbly-built young man squatted
over her hips, his hands digging into her buttocks, his knees
deeply bent, his handsome head flung back, his mouth wide open,
his face twisted with pleasure.
Avinash pressed a button and the image shimmered and began to move
again. Her body rocked and swung gently back and forth. She gasped
softly, chewing her lower lip, her head craned up. Several gold
necklaces and her long *mangalsutra* swung back and forth,
dragging on the wooden surface of the coffee-table. The man behind
her grunted and, smiling down at her, slowly flexed his buttocks
and eased his hips forward. His enormous penis disappeared
inexorably into her cunt. He held her hips and pushed and squeezed
his penis deeper and deeper into her, expertly rolling his hips to
take her from all angles. Anuja cried out, her buttocks and hips
swaying and writhing erotically under him.
"Yes, Salman, yes! Fuck me!" she gasped.
The man chuckled softly and buried his ten inch penis in her
flesh, driving it in to the hilt. He paused, his hips pressed to
her buttocks. Anuja moaned, writhing her buttocks against his
thighs. He slid his hands up her body and squeezed her breasts,
twining his fingers in her necklaces and rasping the cold metal
across her nipples. Anuja gasped, chewing her lower lip in
excitement.
Avinash froze the screen. Salman was the swimming pool attendant
and lifeguard. He was her fourth lover of the day. After Michael
fucked her in the morning, Anuja showered and douched herself.
Fresh tea had arrived when she finished and she had it sitting
naked on the terrace. Without asking Avinash, she slipped into a
sexy little bikini that concealed very little and, throwing on a
T-shirt, started out for the pool.
"Where are you going?" Avinash stood at the door, blocking her.
"For a swim. Do you mind?"
He smiled coldly. "Not at all. You may do as you please. But
please understand one thing. In public, you must act like a
honeymooning bride. It's part of the deal."
"What do you want me to do, stare soulfully into your eyes?"
"Something like that."
"Forget it."
"Tsk, tsk," his tone was soft and mocking, but the sharp slap of
his open palm on her face was menacing. He smiled at her gasp of
shock. "Don't act smart, bitch. No funny stuff."
Anuja looked at him with loathing, the hate blazing in her eyes.
"You bastard," she hissed. "I'll get you for what you've done."
Avinash sneered. "Frankly, I doubt it. Though I encourage you to
try. I enjoy sport."
Anuja smiled sweetly. "Then I take it you're a good loser."
He laughed. "I never lose."
"You will."
"Do your best."
"Thank you. I intend to. Now, shall we go for a swim, beloved
husband?"
He ignored the sarcasm and nodded. "Certainly. After you."
At the pool, they were the cynosure of all eyes: Handsome, sexy,
so visibly in love. Everyone smiled at them. Anuja sensed the envy
of both men and women. If only they knew.
Swimming lazily across the pool, Anuja studied the handsome
lifeguard and pool attendant. His name was Salman and he sat in
his chair, watching the swimmers calmly. He was a handsome, dark,
superbly built youth in his mid-twenties. He had the lean,
aquiline features of the local people, and the long, smooth, taut
muscles and V-shaped physique of a powerful swimmer. He wore very
tight, very small swimming trunks.
Anuja's eyes lingered on the fascinating bulge between his thighs.
She thought he would make a strong, demanding lover. He caught her
eye and smiled. She stopped at the edge of the pool by his feet.
He looked down at her steadily, his eyes burning into hers. She
held his gaze unabashedly and felt his eyes slip down over her
body. She was incredibly sexy. Salman's pulse quickened as he took
in the superb swell and thrust of her breasts, the firm flatness
of her belly, the flare of her hips. Involuntarily, he saw her in
bed, with him, writhing and thrashing and moaning passionately,
her dusky body shining with sweat. His penis stirred. Cursing, he
took several deep breaths, calming himself.
"Please, will you give me a hand?" Her voice was soft and gentle
and erotic.
He looked up with a start. She was holding out her hand. He jumped
to his feet and helped her out of the water. For a second, they
paused, their half-naked bodies almost touching, hers glistening
wetly, and again he thought of her, looking like this, bathed in
sex-sweat. He could smell her perfume, gentle, tempting, teasing,
very sexy. Her bikini was incredible, two Band-Aid size strips
that barely covered her nipples and squeezed her breasts together,
and a pair of tiny bikini panties that exposed most of her cunt
and buttocks.
She smiled gently, and her hand touched his deep, smooth chest.
Salman handed her a towel. Their fingers touched under it.
"Thank you," she said, and her fingers caressed his in an
unmistakable gesture, locking briefly with his.
Salman's eyes widened in shock. There was no doubt about her
intention. He gaped and she giggled and turned away quickly,
toweling her hair. Draping the towel low around her hips like a
sexy skirt, she walked across the paved patio. Salman fell back in
his chair, ogling her lasciviously, lingering on the superbly
postured back, the swing of her hips.
Avinash was sun-bathing, dark shades on his eyes. Anuja sat down
beside him on the large, wooden-slatted white deck-chair. Plucking
his glasses off his head, she smiled.
"Hey, husband."
He opened his eyes and grinned. "Much better, you're learning
fast."
"Thank you." Her eyes were laughing. "I just decided that I might
as well enjoy this. No point in fighting pleasure to get pain."
"Clever you," he chuckled.
"Mm. Now. Don't freeze up, O Incapable One. This is still an act."
She slid her hand up his superb chest and bent over to peck his
lips lightly. Avinash did not react. Her fingers were gentle and
feather-light, and her lips were soft and warm and moist. For a
second, Avinash felt a flicker of desire, and then it was gone,
replaced by the familiar icy emptiness. Unerringly, Anuja caught
the flash of something beyond. She was too experienced a lover to
miss it. She frowned as it vanished.
"You know, Avinash," she said softly, her eyes bright, pinning
his. "One day, some day, I think you will want to fuck me."
"No," he said softly. "Never."
She smiled. "Never say never, Avinash. Things change. People
change."
He looked at her steadily. "I won't. Believe it."
She studied him quietly for a minute and then said, "Tell me."
"What?"
"What I need to know."
"I have told you."
"Not that. The other."
"What other?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"No, I don't," he said with a flash of irritation. "I have no
idea."
She sighed and smiled thinly. "Oh, I think you do, Avinash. You
know perfectly well what I'm talking about. All right, so not now.
Later, someday, perhaps. When things are right, when it is time,
when you're ready and want to tell me what I need to know."
"Whatever the hell it is you're talking about, why do you need to
know? And why would I tell you?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Because I agreed to marry you. Because I thought I could love
you. That's why I need to know. Why things can't be as they
should?"
"And what do you expect me to hear? What should I tell you?"
"Just who it was that did this to you."
"What are you talking about?" His voice was low, barely stifling
his shock.
She looked at him for a long minute, her eyes full of sadness.
Finally, she shook her head.
"Never mind, Avinash, let it go. You can't, won't, acknowledge it
yet. But I know. I know, don't ask me how, that there must have
been someone, I don't know who, someone who turned you into --
into this --"
"Monster?"
She smiled gently. "You said that, not I."
"But you believe it."
"Not really. I did, last night. Not now. I refuse to believe that
anyone is born evil or twisted. Things happen, make them that way.
They can be undone."
"I disagree."
"That's certainly your prerogative. I prefer to wait and see."
"You can wait all you want. It won't happen."
Anuja sighed and smiled slightly. "Are you a soothsayer, too,
then?"
He chuckled. "No such luck."
"At least that's something. Things might turn out differently,
after all."
Avinash shrugged. "And what is it you want?"
She looked amused. "Actually, if you must know, that lifeguard.
Salman. I want him. I want to fuck him."
Avinash grinned. "Now that I can understand. Certainly. When?"
"Tonight. After dinner."
"I'll arrange it."
"Good. Thank you. And somebody else this afternoon."
"Fine. Anyone in particular?"
She shrugged indifferently. "No, you choose. I'd like two, if
that's possible."
"Together?" he grinned in delight.
"Yes, why, is that a problem?" She looked genuinely surprised.
"No, no problem at all," Avinash laughed. "It's more than I hoped.
Thank you."
She nodded and got up. "I want to go back now, Avinash. I'm going
to masturbate with that big vibrator. Unless I find a waiter with
a nice big cock on the way, in which case I'll fuck him. Come
along, if you want to watch." She started walking away.
"Anuja?"
"Yes?" she stopped and turned.
Avinash looked at her. She was very lovely, very sexy. He shook
his head.
"Nothing. Forget it."
Anuja smiled and turned back. Avinash watched her for a moment,
then leaned back, sliding the glasses back over his eyes, feeling
distinctly uneasy. How had she known? How had she seen through
him, through the thick barricade he had so carefully constructed?
How could she possibly know?
Now, staring at the screen, Avinash went cold as the memory of
that morning's conversation flooded his mind. Anuja had devastated
him with her acuity and, after she left him, he remained by the
pool, struggling to control the pounding of his heart, to stave
off the terrible demons of his youth. But the past could not be
denied.
As he thought of that morning, Avinash felt a twinge of
uneasiness. So close; she had come so close to knowing everything
about him. He groaned softly and, killing the monitors, leaned
back in his black leather chair with his eyes closed as the
monsters surged forward again.
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Her name was Kavita, and Avinash was madly in love with her. She
was a year or two younger than him, ravishingly beautiful, and, to
his mind, very sexy, although she presented a demure innocence.
They met in college, on the very first day, through a common
friend. Kavita was slender and dusky with an oval face, large,
doe-like eyes rimmed with thick *kajal*, and a fine, straight
nose. Her mouth was sexy, the slim upper lip curved in a bow over
the full, straight, lower one. She had a long, elegant neck and
her arms and legs were smooth and nicely turned. The fingers,
hands, ankles, wrists and toes were slender and shapely. Her
breasts were full and ripe, sloping like succulent fruit, and her
body nipped in at the waist and flared again to erotic hips and
buttocks. Her legs were lovely, and her belly was firm and flat.
She had a soft, musical voice and her smile was bright and
enticing, lighting up her eyes.
Kavita and Avinash shared an ordinary, middle-class background.
She lived with her parents and sister in a small, dingy three-room
apartment in Central Bombay, near the railway tracks. Avinash
lived nearby, in a similar locality with his parents and elder
brother. Neither house had very much privacy.
Avinash pursued Kavita doggedly. He was a handsome, well-built,
kind youth, and hard to resist. A week after they met, they were
going steady.
It was two months before they first slept together. Those eight
weeks were the happiest in Avinash's life. He walked on air. They
met daily, and one look at her and Avinash drowned. The rest of
the world simply did not exist. They talked softly, for hours on
end, held hands in darkened movie theatres, gently caressed each
other's arms and hands, played footsie.
A month later, he kissed her for the first time and was surprised
by the hunger in her response as her soft, moist lips flowered
beneath his and her tongue rippled into his mouth.
Matters progressed rapidly after that first, glorious kiss. Kavita
didn't object when Avinash slid his hand into her blouse and
fondled her breasts. Her response excited him, and he goaded her
to let him masturbate her. Her face suffused with excitement,
Kavita opened her legs for his fingers. The ensuing orgasm was
intense and her expressions entranced him. He asked her to jerk
him off. A few days later, on the darkened staircase to her flat,
she lifted her skirt over her hips and allowed him to lick her
slit, orgasming with a stifled moan. The next afternoon, unbidden,
she sucked his penis till he came, and, to his utter delight, took
his jizz in her mouth.
Their lust was uncontainable. Avinash found a hotel in the suburbs
that hired rooms by the hour. At first, he was hesitant: The hotel
was incredibly sleazy. But Kavita insisted, quietly and gently,
and he gave in. He booked a room for three hours, ignoring the
manager's filthy leer.
In the dank, unaired room, on the rickety bed with the soiled
sheets, Kavita and Avinash made love with a hungry desperation.
She said she was a virgin, but he had a little sexual experience
and he guided her gently. Kavita surprised him with her eagerness
and willingness. They fucked incessantly for over an hour, in a
variety of positions, and Kavita came again and again in a series
of shattering, multiple orgasms. They rested for a while, dozing
in each other's arms, and then, to his delight, she woke him with
a caress, going down to take his penis between her lips. Avinash
thought she was irresistible.
Over the next several months, they used the hotel as a second
home. They were there almost daily, spending long hours exploring
each other's bodies, never tiring of it. The manager's leer
changed to a bored, indifferent shrug. Inside the room, they could
hardly wait and flung themselves at each other, tearing off their
clothes in a frenzy.
The first fuck was invariably a mad, frenetic tangle of limbs,
feverish kissing, loud moans and cries and a hard, demanding
thrust from him that drew a choking cry from her. They grew adept,
and soon learned to stop at the very threshold of the first,
cataclysmic orgasm. The forced denial only aroused them further,
and for the next hour or more, they would fuck in every manner
they could think of, trying to draw it out as long as they could.
Kavita was superb in bed. One of his most enduring memories of
that time was of Kavita in her favourite position astride his
hips, impaled on his erect penis, her lovely long neck arched, her
head flung back, her face suffused with lust, her mouth open in an
'O', her eyes half-shut. Moaning, she would drag her hands
sensuously up her slender, curved body to her breasts and then
squeeze them erotically, while her hips undulated and gyrated over
his. She loved 'dirty talk' and her love-calls were litanies of
obscenity.
"Yes! Fuck me, lover! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me like a whore!" she
often gasped.
Kavita baulked at nothing. It was she who first suggested they try
anal sex. Avinash was bowled over, deeply aroused, yet worried,
not wanting to hurt her. She begged him to do it, insisting that
she wanted it, too. And when he finally relented and gently eased
his inflamed penis into her asshole, Kavita's cries were
unmistakably those of lust.
Then the hellfire came.
They were at the hotel one steamy afternoon, and Kavita's body was
streaming with sweat already. She was kneeling on the bed, her
forearms on the floor, her buttocks thrust back, her body angling
sharply downward. Avinash was on his knees behind her, ram-fucking
her cunt savagely from behind. His hands on her slender waist, he
slammed his hips back and forth, gasping and crying out. She
moaned loudly, jerking and rocking under him, her swollen breasts
jiggling with the savage thrusts. His cock pistoned in and out of
her cunt, his balls and thighs slapping against her buttocks.
"Harder!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder!"
Avinash stopped with a gasping growl and jerked her back onto the
bed.
"Want your ass, whore!" he rasped. "I wanna fuck your butt!"
"Do it like this!" she gasped. "Quickly! Do it like this!"
Avinash slid out of her cunt and pushed his cock-head to her
puckered anus. Kavita groaned in tension, but her sphincter was
relaxed and open. Avinash pulled her buttocks open and, flexing
his buttocks, slipped his cock-head into her anus. Kavita cried
out, her breath coming in shuddering, shaking gasps.
"More!" she gasped. "Put it in! I want it all!"
Avinash groaned and squeezed his penis deeper and deeper into her
hot, tight, convulsing ass. Kavita cried out, her head arched up,
her face contorted in a rictus of lust. They were before a full
length mirror and Avinash was transfixed by their reflection. He
started fucking her butt slowly, with heavy, grinding thrusts. His
penis glistened as it went in and out of her rear channel,
appearing and disappearing between the lobes of her buttocks.
Under him, Kavita whimpered and moaned deliriously.
They were so engrossed in each other that they never heard the
commotion outside. Suddenly, there was a resounding crash, and the
door burst open. Avinash had just thrust deep into Kavita's anus
and he froze, buried in her flesh, his mouth opening soundlessly.
Kavita's head snapped up. Her moan of pleasure died on her lips.
Three policemen in khaki stood at the door. There was a long
silence. Then one of them, evidently the senior man, an inspector,
smiled cruelly.
"Well, well," he drawled softly. "Look at this, will you?"
Avinash gasped and lurched out of Kavita's butt. She cried out and
scrambled onto the bed. They fumbled desperately for their
clothes, their eyes frantic.
"Stay as you are!" the Inspector bellowed, drawing his revolver.
"You're under arrest!"
Kavita and Avinash froze in terror. The Inspector and constables
leered at her naked body and she lowered her eyes in shame, trying
to cover her nakedness with the sheet. Avinash felt his gut cramp
with fear.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Don't you think we should ask madam to see the evidence?"
The Inspector chuckled. "You're right. Go call her."
A constable scurried out. He returned in seconds, and behind him
was a woman Inspector dressed in tight trousers and an equally
tight uniform shirt. She looked at the two on the bed and a smile
danced on her lips and in her eyes.
"My, my," she said softly. "That is conclusive evidence. Shut the
door!"
One of the constables bolted the door and jammed a chair against
it. Kavita was crying with terror. Avinash grabbed the sheet and
pulled it about his groin.
"You -- you can't do this!" he shouted. "You have no right!"
He didn't even see the backhanded blow coming. It caught him on
his face and lifted him straight out of bed and sent him sprawling
on the other side, cutting his lip. Kavita screamed.
"Shut up, fuckface," the inspector who had hit him snapped.
"You're in deep shit. Deep shit."
The woman nodded. "Yes, I certainly think so. What were they
doing?"
"He was buggering her."
"Tsk, tsk. Such bad habits. Criminal tendencies. Section 377,
Penal Code, I believe. Buggery is still a criminal offense in this
country, you know."
"Absolutely right. Life imprisonment, or ten years, simple or
rigorous. And a fine."
"Mm. Too bad. Arrest the guy!"
The constables moved forward and Avinash scampered back on his
buttocks. Kavita screamed again, begging for mercy.
"Wait!" The woman inspector barked an order. She turned to Kavita.
"Mercy, heh? Well, gentlemen, do we have any provisions for that?"
"Not under the Penal Code, ma'am."
"True. Pity. What about the Penis Code?"
The male inspector laughed. "Under that yes, certainly. All
authority."
"Good. Shall we exercise our discretion then? I am tempted to
compound the offense."
"So am I."
"Constables?"
"Yes, ma'am, sir!" The two thugs chorused.
The inspectors grinned at each other. The woman nodded at the
constables. "Hold her down," she ordered.
Kavita screamed again as the two constables pounced on her and
slammed her on her back on the bed, pinning her down. She
struggled violently and one of them slapped her hard. She cried
out.
"It will be better if you keep quiet and accept it," the woman
snapped. "You have fucked before, so it will not hurt unless you
fight. Do you understand?"
Avinash was screaming as he rushed towards the men. The inspector
came in his way and hit him again. Avinash fell back howling with
rage and fear.
"Shut up!" the male inspector bellowed. "Shut the fuck up, or I'll
shove this baton up your arse!"
Still Avinash struggled and suddenly, the woman whipped around and
slammed a clenched fist into his plexus. Avinash's breath whooshed
from his throat and he sagged to the floor, staggering back to a
corner, down on his knees, his hands clenching his stomach,
desperately gasping for air. The cops laughed at him.
The inspector turned to the bed and a huge grin split his face.
The two constables had Kavita spreadeagled, her legs split wide,
her arms above her head. She was utterly helpless. Her struggles
had diminished and she lay there moaning softly. The male
inspector chuckled and unzipped his fly. Avinash moaned as he saw
the man take out his penis. It was huge, at least ten inches long,
nearly two inches thick, dark and hard as a rock. He advanced
towards Kavita.
"Wait," the woman inspector said suddenly, looking at Avinash.
"Not like this. Use the dirt."
The men looked at each other and grinned. "Good idea," one said.
The woman dug into her breast pocket and pulled out a small brown
paper packet and, opening it, emptied its contents on the bed.
There were several little glass vials and two clear plastic
packets of white powder. Avinash gasped, realising at once what
this was. Before he could even open his mouth to say a word, the
woman inspector grabbed a vial and snapped it under Kavita's nose.
The effect of the drug was instantaneous and astonishing. All
resistance vanished from Kavita. She relaxed visibly and her
features rearranged themselves in a slavish smile of pure, wanton
lust. The constables released her at a nod from the male
inspector.
"Fuck me," Kavita murmured to him, her eyes on his rampant penis,
her lips parted. "I want your cock!"
Avinash moaned and buried his head in his hands. The woman
chuckled and strode across to him, kneeling on the floor. Her
fingers gripped his hair and jerked his head back. Avinash cried
out in pain. She grinned down at him and looked at his cock.
"Nice," she murmured. "Really nice. Wouldn't mind having some of
that meat myself. Would you like to oblige?"
Her booted foot moved between his legs and the toe pressed to his
balls.
"Or shall I crush these wonderful balls of yours, boyo? Won't take
a minute."
Avinash was about to swear and spit in her face when she pressed
her toe into his scrotum. The obscenity died on his lips and he
stared at her. She laughed.
"That's better. Yeah, I think you're getting the picture. Tell you
what. We'll watch the guys fuck your girl, then I'll fuck her,
then you fuck me while she watches. Sounds good?"
Avinash didn't reply and she jerked his head back and slapped him
hard. He gasped, tears welling in his eyes.
"Answer!" she hissed. "Sounds good?"
"Yes," he moaned. "It sounds good."
Laughing, she let him go, turning around and shoving his head
forward so he could watch Kavita and the three men on the bed.
The inspector had dropped his trousers and he was standing on the
bed in his boots with Kavita on her knees in front of him, fucking
her mouth. She sucked his cock with evidently unfaked hunger,
jerking it one hand, licking and sucking it lasciviously, moaning
and keening like a puppy, her hands caressing her naked body. The
constables were masturbating, their cocks long and dark and thick,
grinning at the sight. The inspector chortled, his head bent,
watching Kavita, one hand on her head, moving it steadily back and
forth.
"Mmm -- nice -- real nice -- suck it -- come on whore -- suck it
harder!"
Kavita obeyed at once and he groaned softly, pumping his hips back
and forth. His huge penis glistened between her lips.
"Sheela," he called over his shoulder to the woman inspector. "I
think it's time we gathered the evidence, yes?"
"Of course," she said and nodded to one of the constables. He
opened the door a crack, whispered something to someone outside,
then opened it and two more men scurried in. They were laden with
cameras, still and video, tripods, flash guns and lights. The
inspector on the bed, fucking Kavita's face, nodded to them and,
grinning at the sight, they scurried about setting up their gear.
Avinash stared in horror.
"Hey, inspector-*sahib*! Do we get a chance, too? This is one hot
number you got there!"
"Do your work first, asshole," Sheela, the female inspector
snarled. "You can fuck her later. When we get what we want."
"Okay, okay, no need to get antsy," the cameraman grumbled
good-naturedly. "Man, what a looker!"
They picked up their cameras and started filming. There were two
videos going and three still cameras. Flashbulbs popped
constantly, and the room was full of a hard, brittle light. The
two cameramen moved around for different angles, taking close-ups
of the inspector's cock in Kavita's mouth, shots of her hands on
her breasts, in her cunt, full body shots, everything.
They talked softly to each other as they worked. One of them, the
one who had asked to fuck her, was called Arun and his assistant
was Santosh. They worked with single-minded concentration,
efficiently and quickly. The inspector kept fucking her face for
the cameras.
"Done?" the inspector asked with a husky groan. "Got what we
need?"
"Yup. All done," Arun grinned. "You can start fucking her now."
The inspector laughed and pushed Kavita onto her back on the bed.
He bent over her, between her thighs. She spread them wide, her
eyes glittering with lust and arched herself wantonly under him.
"Come on," she moaned. "Fuck me -- fuck me hard!"
The inspector chuckled and pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips.
It was huge and Kavita tensed. He paused, bent over her on his
arms. With a loud, shuddering cry, the inspector flexed his
buttocks and slammed his hips forward. His penis rammed into
Kavita's cunt and she cried out, her face twisting in agony and
joy, her back arching, the breath whooshing from her throat. The
huge cock disappeared into her flesh. Flashes popped frantically.
"Like it?" the inspector snarled in her ear. "Say you like it,
whore!"
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! It's wonderful! Ohhhh yes -- it's
so big -- yes -- fuck me -- fuck me hard -- please -- fuck me!"
"My name's Karan -- call my name, bitch!"
"Karan! Fuck me! Fuck me, Karan!"
"Yeh! That's better! Say it again!"
"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck me, Karan! Fuck me like a whore!"
Karan flung his head back and laughed. "Then take it, bitch! Take
it!"
He lifted his hips, moving his cock outward and then rammed it
back in again savagely. Kavita cried out, her face contorting, her
body arching and twisting and bowing under his.
"Say it!" he bellowed. "Keep saying you want it, whore, keep
talking!"
"Ohhhh yes!" she sobbed, her breathing ragged and staccato. "Fuck
me -- fuck me -- fuck me Karan -- keep fucking me -- hard -- like
this -- Ohhh yes! yes! Unhhh! OHHHHHHHH!"
Chortling and laughing, the inspector ram-fucked Kavita's cunt as
Avinash watched in horrified fascination. His hips swung up and
down, up and down. His cock crushed into her cunt again and again,
ramming and reaming in deeply, pistoning violently up and down and
in and out of her cunt. Kavita gasped and cried out loudly, her
body jerking and thrashing on the bed, snapping up and down with
his thrusts. Her breasts jiggled violently and she squeezed them
in her hands in frenzied excitement. Her hips bucked and lurched
under his. Her cries were loud and utterly obscene, with no hint
of make believe.
"Ohhhh god oh god ohgodohgodyesfuckmefuckmefuckmeOhhhhhhyes Karan
yes Ohhhh unhhhh Ohhh Oh OH OH OH
Karan-Karan-Karan-K-UHHHH-RUHHHHHHNYES!" she went.
"Yeh! Take it! Take it! Take it!" he grunted, slamming his hips
back and forth between her forked thighs.
Incredulously, Avinash saw Kavita orgasming, her body arching
sharply under his. She scrabbled at his tunic, tearing it open,
kissed him feverishly, squeezing his bulging biceps in a frenzy,
clenching his buttocks, pulling his head down to hers and kissing
him like a lover. Her orgasmed reached a crescendo and the
inspector stroked furiously in and out of her cunt, making her
gasp and groan. As her climax ebbed, he slowed his motions.
"Fuck, she's incredible!" Santosh, the camera assistant gasped in
awe.
All of them looked impressed, even Sheela. Avinash looked up at
her and saw the lust glittering in her eyes. She was a sexy woman
with a fine-featured, oval face, large eyes and a long neck and a
knockout figure. Her nose was slim and straight and her mouth was
soft and full. She had a firm chin. She had undone her tunic and
pulled it open and her hands were over her large, firm breasts,
caressing them erotically. Her nipples were long and stiff. As he
watched, she unbuckled her trousers and stepped out of them. Her
buttocks were firm and strong and her cunt was a neatly trimmed
dark delta, glistening with moisture. Watching the two on the bed,
she stepped across to a chair against the far wall. Avinash
watched as she flung herself into it. Spreading her legs, she
started masturbating slowly. Avinash flicked a glance at the
cameramen. Santosh was grinning. He motioned to Arun, who smiled
and one of them turned a camera on her. Sheela spread her legs
wider still for the camera and smiled seductively, spreading her
cunt-lips open. Avinash could see the stiff stem of her clitoris
in her shapely fingers. She rubbed it erotically with a circular
motion of her fingertip, her other hand squeezing her lovely
breasts. She was very sexy.
Karan chuckled and Avinash's eyes jumped back to the bed. The
inspector was grinning at his colleague on the chair, as he
continued fucking Kavita slowly and heavily. She groaned and
whimpered deliriously under him, moaning a litany of obscenities.
"Ohhh yes -- yes -- Ohhh god Karan -- yes -- that's so good --
fuck me, baby -- fuck me!"
"Want your cunt licked, bitch?" he said loudly.
"Yes -- yes -- tongue-fuck me -- please -- do it!" she gasped.
Karan laughed and slid smoothly out of her. He motioned to the two
gasping, masturbating constables and they moved forward.
"Lick her cunt, Laxman," he ordered. "I'm gonna fuck her mouth
some more. You can fuck her later. All of you. Mukesh, I think
madam wants her slit licked, too. Do it."
"No, I want him," Sheela groaned from the chair, nodding to
Avinash.
"Later," Karan barked. "You can have him later. I want him to
watch his broad getting some real fucking."
Sheela didn't argue. Avinash moaned in despair and watched,
transfixed, as Karan moved up to kneel over his lover's face,
pushing his cock into her mouth, while the constable thrust his
face into her crotch. The cameramen split forces, one of them
filming the action on the bed, the other following Mukesh, who was
on his knees before Sheela, his face between her thighs. Sheela
moaned and gasped and smiled in pleasure as the constable shoved
his tongue into her cunt. She clenched his head and moved it round
and round between her thighs.
"Yeh -- ohhh yes -- lick it, boy -- lick my cunt -- Ohhh yes!" she
moaned.
On the bed, the other constable was greedily lapping at Kavita's
cunt, his thick tongue roving in her cunt-flesh, rippling up and
down her crack. She spread her legs wide open for him while her
head rocked rapidly up and down between the inspector's thighs,
her face distended with his penis. The constable slid a finger
into her slit and started masturbating her.
"Use the baton," Karan grunted without turning his face. "Fuck her
with the nightstick."
The constable grinned and reached for the wooden club. It was slim
and smooth. He pressed it into her cunt and slowly squeezed it
inward. Kavita gagged on Karan's cock, making him laugh, and her
hips jerked upward in a frenzy. The constable masturbated her with
it, and then thrust his face into her crotch again, licking her
slit at the same time. Kavita writhed on the bed, whimpering deep
in her throat. Her hips jerked up and down in excitement.
Avinash heard a sharp gasp and his head spun around and he saw
that Sheela was sucking Mukesh's penis hungrily, her head rocking
back and forth between his thighs. The constable groaned, then
chuckled and, regaining control, started fucking his superior's
face steadily, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head
back and forth with one hand.
"Mmm -- nice -- real nice, ma'am -- suck it -- suck it like a
whore, ma'am -- yeh -- like that -- ohh yes -- suck it good,
ma'am-bitch-whore -- Ohh yes --"
"Okay, bitch, enough. Time for some more fucking."
On the bed, Karan elbowed the constable away and moved off
Kavita's face. She moaned softly, her lips glistening with his
pre-cum gunk, her eyes shining with desire. He grinned and
squeezed her breasts.
"Nice tits," he said. "Good piece of ass. Okay, bitch. On your
front."
He rolled her over onto her front on her hands and knees. Kavita
swayed erotically before him like a wanton slut.
"Take me," she gasped in a heavy, lust-laden voice over her
shoulder, one hand between her legs, opening her cunt-lips for
him. "Take me hard, Karan -- fuck my slit again!"
"Or your ass? Like lover-boy there likes to do?" he sneered.
"Or my ass -- if you like -- whatever -- you choose -- but -- do
something -- fuck me!"
The men laughed.
"Got us a real hot number here, sir," said Laxman. "The best yet."
"Yeah. And that's saying a lot," Karan chortled. "Okay, whore.
Your cunt now. Ass later."
Kavita nodded and he knelt behind her and squeezed his cock-head
into her cunt. She moaned as it surged into her flesh. Arun
dropped to his knees and zoomed in to a close-up of Karan's penis
squeezing between the curves of her buttocks and vanishing into
the hair-rimmed V of her cunt. Kavita gasped sharply, her head
arching and rocked forward under the inspector, falling forward
onto her forearms. He gripped her hips, flexed his buttocks and
pushed his cock deeper into her cunt, till his thighs were at her
buttocks, his balls pressed to her cunt-lips. Her hips writhed
eagerly under his.
"Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Ohhh god yes, Karan, yes -- that's so
good -- now fuck me hard, Karan -- fuck me hard!"
Karan grinned and squeezed her swollen, pendulous breasts. She
groaned softly. He started fucking her slowly and heavily, moving
his hips in tight little circles so that his penis entered her
cunt from all angles. Kavita whimpered delirious obscenities, her
hips gyrating with his. His cock went in and out of her, appearing
and disappearing alternating, glistening with their coital fluids.
"Harder!" she cried. "Fuck me harder! Come on Karan, fuck me!"
The inspector grunted and began rocking his hips back and forth in
a steadily quickening tempo. Kavita gasped, rocking and lurching
and jerking under him, her breasts jiggling. Faster and faster he
went and her cries grew sharper and shriller. He flung his head
back and gasped, his hips rocking rapidly back and forth, his cock
now ramming and reaming into her tight cunt, driving in all the
way, sliding out, crushing down into her cunt-flesh again. Faster
still, and his thighs slapped audibly against her buttocks. He
squeezed her buttocks and breasts in a frenzy, and she swayed and
rocked under him, begging for more. She came again and he gasped,
wincing at the pressure of her cunt and slowed to a deep,
spiralling, skewering action.
"Now," he gasped, suddenly jerking out of her and pressing his
cock-head to her anus. "I want your ass, whore! I wanna cum in
your ass!"
Kavita moaned, gasping, her chest heaving and leaned steeply
forward with her face on its side on the bed, her hips raised
high. He clawed her buttocks open and pressed his cock-head to her
anus and, flexing his buttocks, eased his hips forward. Avinash
watched in horror as the enormous penis disappeared into his
girlfriend's anus, inching inward. Kavita moaned in pure pleasure,
her face contorting with lust. Karan gasped, his head flung back,
his belly sucked in, his muscles rippling with tension as he
buried his penis in her ass.
"Ohh! Ohh! OH! OH OH OH OH OHHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Oh god yes! Oh
uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH uhh oh god uh oh ma oh ma
oh ma oh ma uhh AHHHHH!"
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" the inspector gasped.
He sodomised Kavita slowly and heavily, pushing his cock deeply in
and out of her anus for several minutes, gradually building up
speed till he had hit a steady, rocking rhythm. She gasped and
cried out in lust under him, her face screwed up, whimpering
obscene encouragement to her new found lover, begging for more.
She came again and now Karan, too, was sated. He stroked smoothly
in and out of her anus for a few minutes and then, growling and
gasping with pleasure, rocked deep into her ass and stiffened.
Avinash saw his hard buttocks twitching, his hips grinding at her
buttocks as he emptied himself into her asshole. Kavita whimpered
happily, writhing in joy under him, pressing her buttocks hard
against him. He squeezed her breasts and slowly slid out.
"Fuck, that was good," he panted, grinning. "Okay, Laxman, Mukesh.
You can have her now. Fuck her well."
While Kavita was being thoroughly fucked on the bed, Mukesh had
gone back to licking Sheela's slit for some time. After a bit, she
sucked his cock again, while they waited for Karan to finish. Now
Mukesh pulled away from her.
"Later," he said. "Gonna fuck your brains out later, whore!"
She smiled wantonly in spite of the insolence of her subordinate.
Obviously, once they were out of uniform, rank counted for
nothing.
Sauntering across the room, Karan rummaged in his tunic pocket and
found a packet of imported cigarettes. He lit one and blew out a
thin stream of smoke and winked broadly at Avinash with a leer.
"Fuckin' A, man," he said. "Awesome fuck. Best in a long time."
Avinash stared at him, his face white with shock. Karan laughed at
his expression and nodded to the bed.
"Keep watching, stud," he said. "You're going to see a hell of a
lot of fucking. That girlfriend of yours is going to be fucked
like you won't believe. Going to be a long, long time before we're
done, my friend. That I promise you."
Avinash moaned softly and began to cry. Karan laughed and turned
away. Avinash felt a hand under his elbow. It was Sheela. She
pulled him to his feet gently and kissed him with surprising
tenderness. Her tongue snaked between his lips and, pressed to her
luscious nakedness, he felt himself stir involuntarily and
respond, his lips parting.
"That's better," she whispered, her fingers crawling down his
belly to his cock, tugging it gently. "Relax. Let it flow. No one
will get hurt. You have my word. Enjoy it."
She pulled him to the chair and he sank into it, his chest heaving
with sobs, tears streaming helplessly down his face. She licked
one lasciviously and then bent her head and licked and sucked on
his nipple.
"I want you," she murmured. "I want your cock."
Her face slid between his thighs. Avinash groaned as she took his
penis in her mouth.
"No," he moaned. "Please -- no -- don't --"
"Relax," she murmured. "Enjoy it."
Avinash noticed with horror that now he, too, was being filmed. He
squirmed and tried to pull free, but she would not let him go. Her
tongue and lips worked his penis adroitly, incessantly, hungrily.
Despite himself, Avinash felt himself respond and saw the small
smile of triumph on her face as his cock quivered and began to
swell. Sheela sucked it greedily, her tongue swirling over the
cock-head, pumping the shaft in her fist. Avinash moaned in
despair. The two cameramen and Karan grinned at him.
On the bed, the two constables were taking turns fucking Kavita's
face. Avinash saw her sucking their cocks one by one with evident
relish, licking and slurping audibly, her head rocking back and
forth between their thighs. They grinned happily, pumping their
hips back and forth, moving her head with their hands to suit
their pleasure, mouthing obscenities.
"Yeh -- suck it -- suck it whore -- suck it good," one of them
said.
Her face shining with lust, Kavita pulled both men forward and
greedily tried to suck their cocks simultaneously. The two bulging
cock-heads distended her face and Avinash saw her tongue working
them feverishly, licking and lapping at them wantonly. Now his own
penis was rock-hard and Sheela was sucking it slowly, her head
rising and falling over his lap, turning from side to side as she
sucked and licked every inch of it.
"Okay guys, fuck her," Karan ordered his constables. "One by one,
then together."
Mukesh fucked Kavita first, on her back. His penis was thick and
long and his body was stocky and muscular. Kavita gasped sharply
and arched under him as he drove into her cunt. She cried out
lustily, kissing him deeply, her hips lurching up to meet his in
descent. His enormous penis vanished into her flesh. He bent over
her, his hands on her breasts, crushing them savagely and began
fucking her rapidly, with hard, furious thrusts that made her body
jerk and rock and snap under his. Faster and faster he went,
plunging in and out of her like a dervish, his buttocks flexing
and unflexing, his hips hammering up and down. Kavita cried out
loudly and lewdly, thrashing passionately beneath him.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes Mukesh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder,
Mukesh! Yes!"
He fucked her for several minutes and then, just as she brinked at
an orgasm, jerked out of her with a gasp and made room for his
mate. Laxman rolled her onto her front and mounted her from behind
in a deep squat astride her hips, quickly ramming his bloated,
long penis into her cunt. Kavita gasped, rocking feverishly on her
forearms and knees, moaning incessantly. Her body glistened with
sex-sweat; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck.
Her breasts jiggled and shook as the constable plundered her cunt,
thundering in and out of her cunt with shuddering moans, his cock
reaming and slamming in and out, in and out, in and out.
Sheela got to her feet and straddled Avinash's hips, her back to
him, her legs outside his. He groaned and again begged her to let
him go. She ignored him. His penis was rock-hard, throbbing,
glistening with pre-cum gunk and her oral ministrations. She moved
his cock between her thighs and slowly impaled her cunt on his
cock-head. Avinash gasped at the heat and warmth and wetness of
her cunt. She groaned deeply and flexed her buttocks rapidly,
squeezing his penis. Her hips swirled in tight, erotic circles and
she gasped, her hands on her breasts. The cameramen zoomed in to a
shot of their loins. Slowly, grinding round and round, she let her
hips descend. Her cunt sank down on Avinash's penis till it was
deep in her flesh and then she began moving, rocking unhurriedly
up and down on his cock. Avinash moaned softly and, helpless slave
to his body, began to move with her. Karan saw it and laughed.
On the bed, the two constables were now fucking Kavita together in
her cunt and mouth. Avinash groaned at the sight, watching as she
bucked on one man's penis while she sucked the other. Under her,
Laxman grunted and groaned, bucking up and down, tossing her on
his cock, squeezing her breasts hard. Kavita's face was turned to
one side, buried between Mukesh's strong thighs. The men laughed
and called her names.
"Yeh -- take it whore -- take it --," one gasped.
They broke apart and exchanged positions, Mukesh taking her from
beneath, her back to him, his finger probing her anus, while
Laxman went back to fucking her mouth. Avinash began to think this
was all a hideous nightmare.
The sensations in his loins betrayed him. Sheela's cunt convulsed
on his penis and he gasped and arched up under her, his hands
flying involuntarily to her breasts, squeezing them hard. She
gasped in joy and moved faster, her buttocks flexing and
unflexing, her hips rising and falling, her cunt sliding up and
down the length of his mammoth erection. Her buttocks bounced off
his thighs as she took his penis fully within her flesh.
"Ohhh yes -- yes -- fuck me -- Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god
yes!"
Her words echoed Kavita's on the bed. Now the two cops were
raiding her cunt and ass together, simultaneously and she was
enjoying every minute of it.
"Ohhhh Unhhh OH OH OHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh yes!"
Avinash watched in muted, horrified fascination as the two
enormous penises sawed in and out of the adjacent orifices,
separated by the merest membrane of flesh. Kavita rocked back and
forth on her hands and knees like a rutting bitch, forcing her
cunt down onto Laxman's cock, her ass back onto Mukesh's. The men
grunted and gasped, rocking their hips, forcing their swollen
members into her tight cunt and tighter anus with obscene cries of
pleasure. Suddenly, Karan jumped onto the bed and thrust his penis
at her face. Kavita moaned softly and took it in her mouth.
Avinash closed his eyes.
He gasped at a sudden release of pressure as Sheela lurched off
his cock. She flung herself forward on the floor on her hands and
knees, her back to him.
"Fuck me -- quickly -- do it!" she cried.
Avinash felt curiously detached, almost as though he were outside
himself, watching. He moved off the chair and, kneeling behind
her, obediently squeezed his cock into her cunt, flexing his
buttocks and pushing in deeper and deeper till he had forced all
of it into her. Sheela groaned thickly, lurching and swaying
erotically under him.
"Yes!" she groaned. "Oh god yes -- fuck me, baby -- fuck me hard!"
Avinash fucked her slowly and heavily, with punishing, skewering
thrusts, pulling out, then ramming deep into her. She was actually
a wonderful piece of ass. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight and
it sucked on his cock with a feverish hunger that was sensational.
He plunged into her flesh again and again.
"Harder!" she cried. "Harder!"
Avinash squeezed her jiggling, pendulous breasts and looked up at
the bed. They were still at it, and now the cops had swapped
places: Karan was raiding her bottom, while Mukesh fucked her cunt
and Laxman her mouth. Kavita's body thrashed deliriously between
theirs as they moved faster and faster. As he watched, Karan
yielded with a satisfied grunt and chuckle and Laxman abandoned
her mouth. Moving behind her, he squeezed his penis between her
buttocks and, flexing his buttocks, drove into her anus. Kavita
cried out, her face contorting in a rictus, lust all over her
pretty face.
"Ohhhh yes-yes-yes!" she moaned. "That feels so good -- fuck me,
guys -- fuck me! Ohhh god yes -- fuck me harder Ohhhh yes --
that's it -- yes!"
She orgasmed repeatedly and, finally, the two cops relented and
came, one showering her buttocks and back with his jizz, the other
exploding over her breasts and thighs and belly. Kavita collapsed
on the bed, panting and gasping and trembling, her racked, sobbing
gasps loud and ragged.
The two constables got off the bed and, with Karan, moved towards
Avinash and Sheela still fucking heavily. Avinash froze.
"Okay, stud. Up. Out. Move." Karan's voice was cold and flat.
Avinash lurched out of Sheela, making her gasp in surprise. He
staggered to his feet and backed nervously away.
"Sheela. You're on." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
Sheela groaned and rose unsteadily. She looked at the three men.
"You're going to fuck me. All of you. One by one. Then together.
Like her."
They laughed. "Sure thing, bitch," Karan said, squeezing her heavy
breasts. "We'll fuck your brains right out, right guys?"
"Yes, sir!" the two constables chorused with huge grins.
"I'm gonna bugger you!" Mukesh chortled.
"You'd better," she retorted, "or I'll have your balls for
breakfast."
She moved to the bed with Kavita and, pushing her on her back,
kissed her. Avinash moaned and buried his face in his hands. Karan
jerked his head back, his hands in his hair.
"Watch them, asshole," he snarled. "Watch your broad do some lesbo
stuff! 'Coz after that you're next!"
Avinash cried out in pain, writhing to get free. Karan shoved him
away contemptuously.
"Fuckin' wimp," he muttered. "Motherfuckin' wimp."
The constables sneered at him and then all three turned back to
the bed, watching in silence. Avinash stared at the two women
miserably. Sheela was licking Kavita's cunt, and Kavita moaned
thickly, her hands on Sheela's head, her hips writhing eagerly.
"Yes," she gasped, fondling her swollen breasts. "Oh god yes! Yes!
Do it -- lick me -- lick my slit, Sheela -- Ohhhh yes!"
The cameras zoomed in for close-ups of Sheela's sharp, pointed
tongue darting lasciviously in and out of Kavita's cunt. Kavita
groaned, lurching and heaving and writhing joyfully. Slowly,
Sheela brought her off. They broke apart and went into each
other's arms, kissing and squeezing each other's breasts and then
it was Kavita's turn and she sucked Sheela's breasts, murmuring in
pleasure. Sheela turned on her front and Kavita bent behind her,
and licked her cunt and anus from behind. Sheela turned her face
to the camera and smiled lasciviously, running her tongue over her
upper lip, fondling her breasts.
"Daisy chain," Karan said.
Instantly, the two constables moved towards the women. Laxman
knelt before Sheela and pushed his penis into her mouth. She began
sucking it eagerly, rocking back and forth as Kavita licked her
cunt and ass from behind. Mukesh knelt behind Kavita and started
fucking her slowly from behind, holding her hips and rocking his
cock in and out of her cunt.
On and on they went, the women exchanging positions, the men
swapping, grouping and re-grouping without a pause. Kavita behaved
like the others, as though she'd been doing this all her life and
was still unable to get enough of it. She resisted nothing,
objected to nothing, and seemed to sense instinctively what was
required, and did it without hesitation.
Sheela moved the group apart and picked up the baton. She removed
the strap and buckle so that she held a long smooth wooden stem in
her hands. On her hands and knees, she fed one of it into her cunt
from behind and backed towards Kavita. Kavita laughed happily in
understanding and promptly took the same position, her back to
Sheela. Taking the protruding end of the baton, she quickly
impaled her cunt on it. Avinash stared in disbelief.
The two women groaned and gasped and lurched back and forth on all
fours, their cunts running back and forth and up and down the
length of the baton. Their buttocks slapped audibly at each
other's. The two constables laughed and started fucking their
mouths. Karan grinned and moved between the two women, pushing his
cock between their buttocks so that it was squeezed between the
two pairs of buttocks as they crashed together in mounting
urgency.
On and on it went, and Avinash could only watch incredulously.
Kavita was having the time of her life, her face bright with lust,
jerking and rocking hotly back and forth.
The group broke apart and they finished with Karan fucking Kavita
again, taking her from behind lying on her side while the two
constables fucked Sheela's cunt and mouth together.
"Yes -- yes -- Karan -- fuck me!" Kavita moaned, turning her face
back and kissing Karan hungrily and deeply like a lover.
He chortled and squeezed her breasts, his hips pounding at hers,
his cock ramming in and out of her cunt. He looked at Avinash over
her shoulder.
"Great piece of ass, shitface. Really great. And she loves it when
I fuck her. Doncha cunt?"
"Yes!" Kavita moaned. "You're the best! Ohhh yes!"
Karan cackled with laughter and rolled her over onto her knees and
forearms and began fucking her rapidly, pounding in and out of her
cunt. She groaned and moaned happily as his penis sawed back and
forth, in and out of her flesh. Avinash saw her orgasm and seconds
later, the inspector followed, groaning and burying himself inside
and exploding, his hips twitching violently. Beside them, on the
bed, the two constables, now fucking Sheela's cunt and ass
together moved faster and faster and faster, tossing her body
between theirs, taking her hard and brutally, ramming and reaming
into her till they were satisfied.
They took a twenty-minute break, the guys smoking and chatting.
Sheela sponged herself and Kavita. Kavita seemed to be asleep. The
cameramen checked their equipment and loaded fresh film. Avinash
watched, dazed and numb. They weren't done yet.
Karan roused Kavita, but gently and forced more drugs into her.
She gasped and arched, orgasming, and, smiling wantonly, began
masturbating dreamily. The cameras were already rolling and
clicking.
"Okay, boyo. Your turn. Fuck her."
Avinash stared at him in disbelief.
"Move it, asshole. Fuck her! Now!"
Avinash froze. One of the cops shoved him forward, Karan shoved
him to the bed.
"Fuck her, shitface," he snarled. "Now! Don't stop till I say so,
and you fuck her like I say. First, her mouth. Then lick her slit.
Then on her back. Then on top of you. Then from behind in her cunt
and ass. Come in her mouth. Got it?"
Avinash stared at him in shock. Karan slapped him, hard.
"Got it, asshole?" he snarled. "Or do you want my guys to fuck
your ass instead of hers?"
On the bed, Kavita was smiling wantonly and moaning softly. Her
legs were spread wide apart and she was fingering her cunt,
rubbing her clitoris rapidly, fondling her breasts.
"Fuck me -- I want to be fucked -- I want to be fucked hard --
like a whore!" she said.
Avinash stood frozen, his head in his hands. Suddenly, he gasped.
Kavita had turned around and was sucking his cock, kneeling before
him. The cops chuckled and Karan stepped away from the bed,
nodding to the cameramen.
"Hell's bells," Avinash heard him say. "Looks like we landed
ourselves one hot number!"
Avinash moaned, his head flung back, his eyes closed. There was
nothing he could do. As always, he felt himself responding to the
magic of Kavita's lips and tongue. Despite himself, he gasped in
pleasure, succumbing to the degradation.
She sucked his penis ardently, her head rocking back and forth
before him, her tongue working his cock-head cleverly, attempting
to prise open his frenum. The sensation was extraordinary and he
groaned. She smiled wickedly up at him and sucked his balls.
"I want you," she murmured. "I want your cock."
Suddenly, Avinash was filled with seething, searing, ice-cold
rage. How dare they? How dare she? He was being humiliated,
mocked, degraded, used, abused.
The fear and shame and hurt disappeared. He looked down at her
coldly, his eyes boring into hers. She smiled lasciviously,
looking at her, wantonly running her tongue over his cock-head,
caressing her face with it and murmuring softly. Avinash gripped
her head and jammed it forward, stuffing his cock into her face.
Kavita gagged momentarily.
"Enough!" he shouted. "Enough of this shit, whore! You wanna fuck?
I'll fuck you! I'll bloody fuck your brains out! Come on! Eat my
meat!"
Kavita recovered and he saw her eyes glittering with excitement.
She started sucking his penis rapidly, her head jerking back and
forth.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my prick! Suck it good, whore!"
He fucked her mouth furiously for several minutes, rocking his
hips back and forth, jerking her head between his legs. Kavita
sucked his penis greedily. He pushed her head away and shoved her
on her back. She fell back with a gasp and he jerked her legs open
and, grabbing the baton, pushed it between her legs. She tensed.
He glared at her, his eyes red with rage, his chest heaving.
"You wanna fuck, whore? You wanna fuck? Take this!"
He rammed the baton cruelly into her cunt. Kavita screamed, her
back snapping upward, her hips jerking, her face contorting, her
mouth wide open. Avinash laughed coldly and squeezed her breasts.
He jerked his wrist around, twisting the baton in her cunt. Kavita
gasped and arched, her body writhing and jerking uncontrollably.
"Like it? Like it, bitch?" he laughed. "Tell me you like it,
whore! Let's hear it!"
"Yes," she moaned thickly, her head flipping from side to side,
her thighs trembling, her fingers scrabbling at the counterpane.
"Ohhhh yes -- do it! Do it, Avinash! I like it!"
Avinash chuckled, his eyes glinting cruelly. Kneeling between her
legs, he rolled the baton round and round between his palms. It
rotated in her cunt. Kavita shrieked, arching and twisting, her
arms jerking up to clench the bedstand, her fingers taut. Her
chest heaved, and she cried out. Avinash realised she was enjoying
it and he laughed, turning to the others.
"Look at her!" he cried. "Look at the bitch!"
The others watched in silent astonishment. Avinash grinned at
their expressions.
"Yeah, she's one helluva lay," he said. "She'll do anything for a
fuck. Just loves it. Don't you, cunt?"
"Yes," she panted. "Oh god yes, yes, yes!"
Grinning still, he pulled the baton outward, rammed it into her
cunt again, twisting it with a snap of his wrist as it went in.
Kavita cried out, her back bowing taut, her hips juddering and
jerking in a frenzy, thrashing and writhing, her head flipping
from side to side in delirium. Avinash laughed and masturbated her
furiously, pumping his hands between her thighs, ramming and
reaming the baton in and out of her cunt, twisting it round and
round. Her body jerked up and down and back and forth, her breasts
jiggling and bouncing with his hand- thrusts. Kavita exploded
violently, gasping and mewing in pleasure. Instantly, Avinash
jerked the baton out of her cunt and thrust his face between her
thighs. Kavita groaned in pleasure, her hands on his head, her
hips writhing under his face. Avinash spread her cunt-lips open
and jammed two fingers in her cunt. She groaned, squeezing her
breasts erotically.
"Ohhhh -- yes! Lick me!" she gasped. "Lick my slit, lover! Lick my
pussy! Ohhhh yes -- that's it -- mmmm -- yeh -- Ohhhh god yes!
Shove it in, baby -- put your tongue in -- ahhhh yes -- there!
Ohhh yes! Ohhh -- that's so good!"
Avinash grunted and swung his body around in a sixty-nine. Kavita
sucked his penis gratefully and he fucked her mouth heavily, his
hips rising and falling over her face, while his fingers and
tongue worked her cunt. She writhed under him, approaching an
orgasm again, and he stopped before she could come. Kavita moaned
in lust when he rolled off her.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Please -- fuck me!"
Avinash chuckled and, kneeling upright between her legs, pulled
her hips upward. Kavita understood and arched her back, supporting
her hips with her hands, so that her body was angled downward away
from him, her shoulders on the bed, her hips lifted high. Avinash
held her hips and, moved his penis between her thighs, his
cock-head at her cunt-lips. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his
buttocks and swung his hips savagely forward, ramming his cock
into her with a loud cry, his head snapping back. Kavita cried
out, arching and twisting under him as his huge penis burst into
her flesh. He gasped as her cunt convulsed on his cock.
"Take it! Take it, whore-bitch! Take it!" he cried.
Avinash started ram-fucking her brutally, hammering his hips back
and forth, slamming his penis in and out of her cunt. Kavita
gasped and cried out, her face contorting, her head flipping from
side to side. Avinash laughed and rammed in even harder, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging madly back and
forth, his penis plunging and pistoning in and out of her cunt.
Her body jerked under his thrusts and her breasts jiggled and
wobbled.
"Oh! OH OH OH OHH OHH Avi -- Uhhhhvi -- na -- AHHHHHSH!" she cried
feverishly.
"Like it, whore? Like it? Say you like it!" he shouted.
"Ohhh unhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!" she cried.
Avinash grinned at his awed audience. "Yeah, she's one hot
number!"
He slowed and lowered her hips to the bed, his cock still in her
cunt, and bent over her on his knees, folding her legs upward with
his hands on the insides of her thighs. Her thighs formed a great
obtuse V with her pelvis. His head hanging, Avinash flexed his
buttocks and drilled into her, sliding his penis in deeply. Under
him Kavita moaned deliriously. He grinned and started fucking her
with long, deep, skewering thrusts, rolling his hips savagely in
circles, entering her from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh. His
cock appeared and disappeared between her cunt-lips, glistening
with their comingled coital juices. Kavita groaned and rocked
under him, whimpering in pleasure. Avinash started moving faster,
steadily increasing speed till he was ramming and reaming
furiously in and out of her, his hips swinging madly up and down,
back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock
pistoning wildly. She came again, gasping and moaning. Avinash
grunted as her cunt spasmed on his cock.
He managed to hold back and, panting with excitement, turned her
over onto her front. Kavita moaned and obediently lifted her hips,
resting her face on her crossed forearms. Avinash squatted over
her hips and squeezed his penis into her cunt and began fucking
her again. He took her unhurriedly and steadily, pumping in and
out of her cunt for several minutes and then, pulling out,
sodomised her. She groaned softly as he entered her anus and he
laughed and, holding her hips, slid his cock into her ass as far
as it would go. Kavita cried out, her face twisting, her fingers
scrabbling at the counterpane, moaning her pleasure. Avinash
grinned in pleasure, squeezing her swollen, jiggling, pendulous
breasts, running his penis in and out of her asshole, jerking her
anus up and down on his cock.
"Take it! Take it whore-bitch! Take my cock you fucking slut!" he
cried.
"Yes! Do it -- fuck me, Avinash! Fuck my ass! Ohh yes!" Kavita
gasped.
She came again and he groaned, tossing his head back as he felt
the fierce convulsions of her flesh on his. He jerked out of her
and throwing her on her back shoved his cock into her mouth. She
sucked it obediently and, within seconds, he came. He gasped and
grinned in relief as the heat surged from his loins and spurted in
thick hot jets into her mouth and over her face and breasts.
"Good fuck," he muttered and rolled off the bed without a backward
glance.
Karan clapped him on the back. "That was great, kid," he said
softly. "You did good. Now one more job. Get behind the camera and
shoot some footage." He nodded at the two cameramen who had
already dropped their trousers and were moving forward. "Their
turn now."
Avinash grinned and nodded. "Sure. Give me a smoke, boss."
"Help yourself," Karan laughed offering him a packet of State
Express.
Avinash lit up and moved to the cameramen. They grinned in
appreciation and, in the next few minutes, explained to him how
the equipment was to be operated. Avinash had a fascination for
all things electronic and the sophisticated gadgetry excited him.
He fiddled with the gear.
"Go for it, fellas," he muttered. "Fuck the shit out of that
broad."
The two cameramen were slim and wiry with good cocks. Arun was the
better looking of the two, with a handsome physique, his torso
matted with fine hair. Santosh was stockier and heavier, but he
had a bigger penis, about eight inches long and correspondingly
thick. They stripped off their clothes and got into bed with
Kavita. She smiled wantonly at them, lust in every line on her
face. Arun pulled her to her knees and, standing on the bed,
started fucking her mouth. Santosh knelt behind her and caressed
her body, fondling her breasts and cunt, pressing his cock to her
buttocks.
Avinash filmed them steadily, fascinated by the equipment and what
he could do with it. It changed the perspective. It was a totally
new way of seeing: Disembodied, detached, objective and utterly
relentless. Looking through the viewfinder stripped him of all
emotion. The events of the past hour or more had drained him of
all feeling. Now the camera gave him a fresh lease, opened another
window, through which he could watch his beloved being used as a
cheap whore without being touched by the sight. His response was
entirely physical. It was very sexy, very exciting and he felt his
erection growing as he ran the film.
He explored different angles, taking tight close-ups and
lingering, fluid pans down their bodies, filling the frame with
shots of sweat-slippery flesh, luscious, smooth curves, moist
cunt-flesh and glistening, throbbing penises. He moved around in
excitement, watching as the two men fucked her mouth in turn and
then together and then started fucking her simultaneously.
Arun made her back down onto his upright penis and started fucking
her rapidly from behind while Santosh fucked her mouth. Avinash
filmed her naked body writhing and lurching between theirs, her
swollen, pendulous breasts bouncing and jiggling, Arun's penis
plunging in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing
between the smooth curves of her buttocks, while Santosh's penis
filled her mouth and distended her face. He lingered in shots of
her breasts in Arun's hands, her rigid nipples pinched in his
fingers, his lips hot on the nape of her neck. He dwelt lovingly
on the expressions of raw lust on their faces.
They exchanged positions and continued fucking her and they fucked
her one by one on her back, then on her front, then with her on
top. Avinash felt disembodied, as if he was outside himself,
stripped of all feeling, responding only to the throbbing in his
loins submerged and drowning in the impersonal eroticism of
pornographic film-making.
They fucked her together again in her cunt and mouth and then,
turning her on her side, fucked her cunt and ass together, their
swollen, bloated penises sawing furiously in and out of her flesh.
Kavita gasped and rocked between them, kissing one, then the
other, mewing her pleasure as her flesh was raided for the
umpteenth time that afternoon. At last, the two men were done.
They exploded violently over her body and slowly rolled away with
satisfied sighs.
Behind the camera array, Avinash straightened and smiled in
pleasure, shutting down the system. The images through the
viewfinder were still vivid. As Kavita curled on the bed,
exhausted, panting and moaning, Avinash moved to Sheela and thrust
his cock at her face. The others gaped at him. He winked broadly
at them. Sheela whimpered and sucked his cock. Avinash fucked her
mouth swiftly and orgasmed within seconds, shooting jizz into her
mouth and spattering her face and breasts. Karan laughed.
Avinash stepped back and lit another cigarette. Karan gave him a
drink, saying it was whisky. Another drink was poured for Kavita
and, gently, Sheela made her sip it, holding her head in her lap.
The glass slipped from Avinash fingers and rolled across the
carpet. He stared at it in dismay. It seemed very far away. He
looked around. The bed seemed to be a mile distant, fuzzy and
shimmering. He couldn't see the faces of the others. He squinted
and the ceiling swayed over his head. He couldn't move his hands
and legs. He tried to walk and suddenly the floor heaved and
rocked upward and he felt himself falling, falling, falling, and
there was a cold darkness crawling up his naked body and engulfing
his soul.
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