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-- Mary Jorsay Gandmar maryjg@finebody.com

PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 4 : SWEAT SEX TEENS

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

For a glossary of Indian words, see
http://home.onestop.net/cyrene/prose/glossary/glossary.htm
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Anuja saw the ball early. She drew her right arm well back, the wrist
cocked, the racquet head above her wrist. On the clay court, the ball
rose high and she had to spring off the balls of her feet as she
struck it. She took it early, her body twisting as she rolled her
wrist and the racquet over the ball in a vicious top-spin. The ball
zipped back across the net, keeping low, skimmed the cord and bounced
just inside the line. On the other side, her opponent saw her return
in good time, too, and was already racing across the court. He got to
it in time and, whipping his hand across the ball, drove it down the
line to her backhand. Anuja rushed for it and slicing it powerfully,
put it over the net in a controlled drop-shot and followed it by
racing to the net. Her opponent raced to the ball, tried to scoop it
over the net. It caught the top cord and fell back on his side of the
net. Anuja whooped in delight and flung her racquet in the air,
jumping up and down, laughing and gri!  nning. Her opponent laughed,
gasping and panting, and offered his hand. She pumped it eagerly.

"I can't believe it! I just can't believe it! I beat you! Three sets
to two!"

"Congratulations, Anji. Great game."

"Yeah, it was fabulous. Thanks."

"You've improved since we last played."

"I've been taking lessons."

"It shows. But next time we play, it'll be in Aurangabad. Before my
home crowd. See if you can beat me there!"

"Hah! I'll crush you!" she said, wrinkling her nose and sticking her
tongue at him. "Just watch!"

"That's a promise to come to Aurangabad?"

"Oh yes. Bombay, Aurangabad, the moon, wherever you like."

"My, my, someone's becoming really arrogant."

"Just kidding, love," she said softly, laughing and making him grin.

They walked to the benches at the far end of the court to collect
their kit. Jayant and Anuja were first cousins and childhood
sweethearts. As children, they played together constantly and, over
time, their friendship matured. They confided freely, though there
were matters each had not revealed.  

Anuja was already fucking Baban and the other servants almost daily.
At college, there was a young teenager she had seduced without too
much effort. She soon tired of him and fucked his brother, three years
older, also in college. She told Jayant none of this. For his part, he
kept from her his naked lust for her body and how she frequented his
fantasies and tormented him as he masturbated, how he longed to see
her naked body, to plunge his flesh into hers. He did not tell, too,
of his sexual experience, of the dark and smooth-skinned maidservant
who had, over the past year, taken his sexual education in hand and
offered him the pleasures of her flesh.

Jayant was seventeen, too, just a few weeks older than Anuja. He was a
tall, handsome youth with a muscular build. He had a rugged, manly
face with a fine, straight nose, thick hair, a wide brow, dark eyes, a
hard jaw, wide slim lips and strong teeth. Anuja had seen him at the
swimming pool and knew that his body was muscular and sexy. Broad
shouldered and strong, he had a V-shaped torso with a deep, cleaved
chest, a flat, hard belly and a narrow waist. His hips were high and
lean. His torso was hairless and smooth, which she found sexy. His
arms and legs were thick with muscle. She knew that he worked out
regularly and the results were impressive. Anuja, too, harboured
erotic fantasies about him and that they were cousins and the
knowledge that their relationship could not be seen to anything but a
purely platonic one of siblings only made her sexual dreams more
piquant. In his swimming trunks, she had often let her eyes linger on
the thick bulge in his crotch and tried to vi!  sualise his cock, its
length and thickness. She imagined it would be an imposing organ; she
longed for it. 

When her parents said they planned to visit his in Aurangabad while he
was in Bombay on a short holiday after finishing his final exams,
Anuja wondered if she would be able to entice him to fuck her. The
stars seemed to be favourable. She had no way of knowing that he, too,
was aching for just such an opportunity. Ignorant of her sexual
history, he hesitated; a scandal in the family was the last thing he
wanted.

Anuja sat on the slatted wooden bench and bent over to open her sports
bag. She was wearing a fine white T-shirt with a collar and three
buttons and a handsome, short, white pleated skirt. Her long hair was
braided and coiled double, held with a thick Turkish towel hair-ring.
She wore wristbands, thick socks and expensive tennis shoes. 

She had not buttoned her T-shirt. Her legs were bare high up her
thighs and Jayant noted that they were firm and trim and supple. As
she bent over, the lapels of her T-shirt swung low and he saw the
luscious swell of her breasts, her long gold necklace glistening on
her dusky skin, nestling in her deep and inviting cleavage. She wore a
pretty brassiere, cut fine and thin, that seemed to only just cover
her nipples. He ogled her unabashedly, enjoying the sight. He noticed
a sexy little dark beauty spot on the inside of her left breast.

Anuja knew that he was watching her and, for a minute, thrilled with
excitement. Perhaps, after all, things would work out for them. She
dawdled, rummaging pointlessly in her bag. Finally, she straightened,
pulling out her zip-up full-sleeved sweat-shirt. The T-shirt was damp
with sweat and he could clearly see the sharp stubs of her nipples and
the dark shadows of her aureoles. She slipped into the sweat-shirt and
he watched her breasts move. Zipping it up to just below her breasts,
she rose and collected a towel from the rack. He took one too, and
they rubbed themselves dry. Jayant retrieved his sweat-shirt and
zipped it up. Discarding their towels in a plastic bin, they hoisted
their kit bags on their shoulders and walked off the tennis courts
together. 

At the club-house, they sat chatting on the lawn and sipped tall, icy
cold fresh lime sodas. When they had finished, they strolled out and
walked the short distance down the road to her house.

She opened the door of the flat with her latch key and they dumped
their kit bags in their rooms. He came into hers a few minutes later.
She selected a tape and slotted it into her expensive stereo. Bright
pop music pulsed through the high-fidelity speakers mounted at the
corners of the room.

Anuja's room was bright and spacious. It opened off the corridor just
inside the entrance foyer. This was an advantage to her, because it
enabled her to slip in and out of the house without alerting anyone.
She had often returned late from an assignation with one or other of
her several lovers when her parents were asleep and shamelessly lied
about the lateness of her return the next morning. At other times,
while they slumbered, she slipped out to fuck one of the servants on
the landing or up the two flights of stairs that led to the terrace,
where there was a convenient little room that housed the water pump
and building maintenance gear. In the three-bedroom apartment, this
was easily the best suited to Anuja's peculiar needs.

Just inside the bedroom door, ranged along the left wall was a deep
walk-in closet. To the right of the door stood her desk, with an
anglepoise lamp, a bulletin board and shelves for books and files. 

On the other side of the desk was a handsome rocking chair with a
matching footstool and a floor lamp with a pretty shade. A brightly
patterned rug was arranged in the center of the floor, and another,
smaller one at the foot of the rocking chair. Another armchair stood
opposite, across a small wicker stool and a low glass-topped coffee
table. 

Opposite the door, just where the walk-in closet ended was a
full-length mirror with a dressing table beneath it. Beside it was a
bed that served as a couch during the day with plump bolsters along
its back and low, smart shelves with books and magazines above it. A
large window swept along the wall above the bed to the opposite wall
where a door opened to the attached bathroom. 

A fan whirred overhead and the lighting was soft and gentle. The
bedspread was bright and cheerful as was the upholstery on the
armchair. The desk was neat and clean. There were colourful posters on
the wall above the seating arrangement and on two of the louvered
closet doors. The bulletin board above the desk was a jumble of
photographs, notes, memos, postcards.

Jayant loved the room. It had a soft feminine touch with the fluffy
stuffed toys on the shelf above the bed, the sleek music system on the
rack above the desk, the colourful magazines and pictures.

As Anuja turned from the stereo, he sat down in the rocking chair and,
kicking off his shoes and tugging off his socks, perched his feet on
the footstool. Anuja grinned at him, lowered the volume slightly so
they could converse, and perched on the low wicker stool by the coffee
table. She, too, was now barefoot. She sat casually, her legs spread,
one foot crossed over the other. It was an unusual position for a
woman, but Anuja tended to do things like this, without a hint of
being self-conscious. Jayant couldn't help noticing that her skirt had
slid up to her thighs, almost to her crotch. She noticed his gaze and
smiled inwardly, making no attempt to adjust her clothing. He could
see the white flash of her panties. 

They chatted and she leaned forward on her elbows and the lapels of
her sweat-shirt and T-shirt swung low again, giving him another
glimpse of her splendid breasts. The neck of the T-shirt pulled to one
side and he could see the thick gold necklace against her dusky skin,
curving sexily over the hollow in her collarbone. Her skin was smooth
and clear, soft, yet firm, silky, like a ripe grape.

Anuja felt his eyes on her and waited for him to make a move. He did
nothing. She sighed to herself and discreetly lifted her skirt higher,
bent lower, giving him a better look at her crotch and breasts. Still
he did nothing.

"My god, it's hot," she said. "Look at us both sitting under this fan
and still sweating!"

"Yeah. And it's the humidity that gets you in Bombay."

"Shall I get you a towel?"

"Yes, please."

She smiled and got up and went into the bathroom.

When she returned a minute later with two thick towels, he stiffened
and sucked in his breath sharply. She had taken off her T-shirt and
she was wearing just the sweat-shirt now, the zip closed to a point
just below her breasts. He could see the heavy mounds pushing at the
cloth and the tempting valley of her cleavage, the gold necklace
glistening on her flesh.

"It's too hot. I just had to take off my T-shirt," she said, handing
him a towel.

He took it and watched as she mopped her neck and face. Strands of
hair clung to her brow and the nape of her neck. Her skin looked hot
and flushed. She bent to straighten the carpet and now, as her
sweat-shirt swung low, he could see more of her breasts, even the
shadows of her aureoles and the stiff point of one nipple. She sat in
the chair opposite him, her legs apart in what looked to be a wanton
pose and, with her skirt riding high on her thighs, he thought he
could make out that she had taken off her panties too, caught a
glimpse of the darkness of her pubic thatch. She leaned back in the
deep chair and her sweat-shirt strained and opened and he studied the
bulge of her breasts, the exposed flesh at the V where the zip
stopped.

Jayant was perspiring and only part of it was due to the tennis game.
He rocked back and forth for a minute, then rose and unzipped his
sweat-shirt.

"It really is hot in your Bombay," he said.

"Big talk from the Aurangabad types again?" she laughed.

He grinned and shrugged off his sweat-shirt. Crossing his arms, he
pulled the T-shirt off his head. Anuja's pulse quickened with
excitement as she saw his naked torso, V-shaped, hard, strong,
hairless, the flat belly, the deep, cleaved chest with small, hard
nipples pulled wide and low on either side of the thick pectorals.
Jayant slung the towel across his neck.

"That's better," he sighed and stood under the fan. 

"You'll catch a cold. Switch off the fan."

"Don't be daft. I'll melt."

"You're mad. Then you'll get a temperature and sniffle all day long
and I'll have to sit here and look after you and pamper you like a
baby."

"I can look after myself."

"What rubbish. Remember the last time you fell ill? A poor little cold
and you acted like you were dying or something."

"I just wanted some tender loving care."

"Which you got."

"Not from you. As I remember, you came in and shouted at me and told
me to stop being such a ninny."

Anuja grinned. "But it worked, didn't it? You were out of bed like a
shot."

He is very close to her, in nothing but his shorts, and the proximity
of his sexy, masculine, sweating body so close -- and yet so far --
thrilled her. She felt her breasts swell with excitement, her nipples
stiffening, her cunt beginning to ooze the first, delicious drops of
cunt-juice. 

He laughed softly and, hands on his hips, tossed his head back with a
sigh of relief as the cool breeze from the fan fluttered over his
half-naked body. He was so close to her that Anuja had only to turn
her face to touch his crotch with her lips; and, for a second, she was
indeed tempted. But she hesitated, still unsure of his reaction, still
waiting, groping.

He bent his head and smiled down at her. She had leaned back in the
chair, her eyes closed and now he had a perfect view down her
cleavage. He wondered whether he should make the move; but he, too, he
hesitated. Instead, he stepped back a pace. He went into the bathroom.
Anuja sighed softly as she heard the door click, and then, a minute
later, the soft gurgle of the toilet flushing.

"You know what, we should have gone for a swim," Jayant said coming
back.

Anuja opened her eyes and looked at him. "We could, still."

"Nah, forget it. Too much of a bother, going all the way back and
changing all over again. Next time."

Anuja smiled suddenly, brightly. "Oh come on, Jay, don't be so dull.
Let's go, it'll be such fun! And I've got this lovely new swimming
costume I'm just dying to wear."

Jayant grinned. "Simpler just to shower."

"Let me show you my new costume. You'll love it. Just wait a sec, I'll
change."

"What for? We're not going anyway."

Anuja pouted. He really was infuriating. "But I want to show it to
you, do you mind?"

"No," he laughed. "Go, put it on."

"That's better. Now don't you go away."

"And where would I go?"

"God knows. You're always rushing around."

She brushed past him and went into the bathroom, shutting the door
behind her. Inside, she pulled out her new, skimpy string bikini from
a low cabinet and put it on. It was devastating. The bikini bra was
the size of a band-aid, narrow strips of cloth that barely covered her
nipples. The panties were small and tight; behind, there was nothing
and her buttocks were completely exposed; in front it tapered to such
a narrow triangular strip that only her cunt-lips were covered.
Studying herself in the mirror, she adjusted the panties just so;
pubic hair spread on either side of the bikini panties. As she turned
to leave, she noticed his underpants hanging on the hook on the inside
of the door and stopped in her tracks. Her pulse quickened. He had
nothing on under his shorts, she realised. Her lust flared. She opened
the bathroom and stepped out.

Later, she regretted not catching his reaction on film. It was
absolutely priceless. His jaw literally dropped and he froze. She
pirouetted prettily, her breasts bouncing and sashayed towards him.
His eyes devoured her body.

"Like it? Do you like it? Isn't it sexy?" she sang.

"Fuck!" she heard him gasp under his breath. "Oh fuck!"

*Yes, please#, she wanted to say. *God, yes, and quickly, I'm hot#.
She smiled and twirled around.

"Well? What do you think?"

"My god ... it's ... you're ... fantastic!"

"You really think so? You really mean it?"

"God, Anuja, yes!"

She pouted before the mirror on her dressing table. "You don't think
my tits are too big?" 

She slid her hands up under her breasts and lifted them in the bikini
top. He followed her, standing behind her, gulping, his erection
raging. He watched as she cupped her breasts, the little fingers and
edges of her palms meeting in her cleavage, then slowly squeezing them
in an utterly erotic action.

"Tell me, Jayant," she murmured. "I want to know."

"They're ... perfect ... just perfect ... lovely ..."

"You're just teasing me."

"No ... no ... honestly, I mean it."

"What about my ass? Do you like my ass?" She turned around and pushed
her buttocks towards the mirror, her hands on her butt-cheeks. "I
think it's too big. Just look at it!"

"It's beautiful. Anuja ... you're ... gorgeous!"

She was facing him now, her back to the mirror, leaning forward with
her buttocks thrust back at the glass. Her head was on level with his
chest. Her breasts swung heavy and low, her nipples barely concealed
by the thin strips of her bikini bra. Her gold necklace glistened
against her tawny skin.

"You really mean that?" she whispered, lifting her eyes and looking at
him. "You really mean it?"

"Yes ... god yes ... every word, Anuja!"

She was right next to him, her body almost touching his. Their eyes
locked and, in that instant, each knew what the other wanted more than
anything else in the world. Her eyes smouldered; her lips parted; her
hands slid up from her buttocks, over her flanks and pendulous
breasts, touched his hard belly, crawled up to rest on his deep chest
as she straightened and stood upright before him. He cupped her neck
in his hands. 

"Jayant ..."

"Anuja ..."

"Oh god," he moaned. "Oh dear god," and his lips hovered over hers.

Then his lips touched hers, fled away, returned, fled, and then they
kissed with a fierce hunger. Her lips, soft and full, flowered open
under his and her tongue arched into his mouth. Her body was warm and
moist against his, and he could feel the fullness of her breasts on
his chest. Her fingers roamed his naked torso tenderly, her very touch
inordinately erotic.

He caressed her smooth, naked back tenderly, his hands roaming her
arms, her shoulders, her hips, down to her buttocks. She squirmed
against him, her fingers trickling over his thick biceps, over his
chest and belly, running along the upper hem of his shorts.

"Oh god, Anuja," he moaned softly and she silenced him with another
kiss, fiercer, harder, her desire naked and apparent.

"Are you sure my tits aren't too big?" she murmured huskily.

"They're perfect."

"Do you want to feel them?"

His fingers worked into the string straps of her bikini bra and slid
them off her shoulders. Anuja arched her face slowly, her expression
suffused with lust, her eyes closed, her neck craned, her lips parted,
as he pulled the bra off gently and slid his hands down over her
breasts. They were firm and full and high and he groaned softly when
they filled his palms. Anuja whimpered, her breath warm and sweet on
his face.

"Oh Jayant, yes," she gasped. "Oh god yes!"

Her nipples were nut-hard already, he noticed, her aureoles puckered
with excitement. He squeezed her breasts gently, marvelling at their
fullness and weight and the perfection of their form. His hands slid
down and he caressed her naked buttocks and she murmured softly, her
breathing heavy, her nostrils flared. He squeezed her buttocks and she
ground her crotch against his, gasping as his fingers dug into the
cleft between her buttocks. 

"You really like my ass, Jayant? Really, truly?"

"God, yes, Anuja, yes!"

"Do you ... do you ... want to fuck it?"

Jayant looked at her stunned and, for one terrible instant, Anuja
thought she had self-destructed. Suddenly, his lust erupted and he
squeezed her buttocks hard and kissed her fiercely and she responded
in like fashion.

"Oh god, oh god," he muttered. "God, I want to fuck you so hard!"

"Yes!" she gasped, thrilled by his words. "Fuck me, Jayant! Fuck me
hard!"

"Tell me," he whispered, his tongue in her ear. 

"What?"

"About the others."

"What others?"

"The other guys who've fucked you."

 "You're upset."

"No."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Why do you want to know, then?"

"Curious."

"Just curious?"

"Yes. And turned on."

She smiled. "Will it turn you on more if I tell you?"

"Yes."

Anuja bent her head and slowly licked his nipple. Jayant gasped
softly. 

"You're right, though I don't know how you know. There've been lots of
guys. Lots and lots. The servant. Baban. His friends. Many of them.
Servants. Drivers. Cooks. Anyone I find sexy. A couple of guys in
college."

"My god! Anuja!"

"Mm," she mumbled, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the
other.

The sensations were exquisite. Her tongue whipped his nipple
delicately, rapidly, her teeth scraped across them, her lips clamped
around them and she sucked sharply, let go, sucked again. He gasped
and arched his back. She slithered lower, going down to her knees
before him. Gently, she opened the clasp of his shorts, unzipped them.
His penis bounced out. It was big, bigger and thicker than she had
dared hope, at least seven inches long and correspondingly thick, and
not yet fully erect. She expected it would finally be at least nine
inches long, nearly two inches thick. His balls were heavy and low.
His shaft was shorn smoothly down to the hilt.

"I love being fucked," she murmured. "I love it more than anything
else. The guys are great when they fuck my mouth ... lick my slit ...
fuck my cunt ... sometimes even my ass ... I like that a lot, a hot
cock in my butt ... sometimes I have two or three of them fuck me
together ... that's heaven ... they fuck me so nice and hard ... I
love it when they shove their fat long cocks into my mouth ... or my
cunt ... and best of all in my ass ... it's wonderful ... the best
thing ..."

"Oh fuck!" he gasped.

"And I love sucking their cocks ... having them cum in my mouth ...
you should see us ... it's so sexy ... just imagine one of them
fucking me ... me kneeling before him just like this ... sucking his
cock ... licking it ... or him fucking me ... his body over mine ...
his hips rising and falling ... his cock going in and out of my cunt
... in and out ... fucking me from behind ... hammering his hips at my
buttocks ... my tits jiggling ..."

She murmured the words and Jayant closed his eyes and visualised the
images ... Anuja moaning and gasping, panting and writhing erotically
as she sucked a servant's cock ... Anuja's body heaving and thrashing
as he fucked her slowly and deeply and heavily, bent over her ...
Anuja gasping and crying out, her face turned up, a vision of lust,
her body rocking back and forth as the servant held her hips and
fucked her rapidly and hard from behind.

The images were incredibly erotic, fulfilling his every fantasy. His
cock quivered and swelled and he gasped sharply as she took it in her
fingers and ran the foreskin back over the thick ridge of his
cock-head. Her pointed, cunning tongue swirled lasciviously over the
thick knob.

"Like it?" she murmured softly, lifting her large, lovely eyes to his,
her face suffused with lust, caressing her cheeks with his cock-head.
"Tell me you like it. Talk dirty to me, Jayant ... it turns me on."

Holding his shaft in one hand, she parted her lips and slipped them
around his cock-head. Anish gasped, his head jerking back. Her mouth
was wonderful, soft and warm and wet and her tongue worked his
cock-head wickedly. Groaning, he held her head and pulled it deeper
into his crotch, pushing his hips forward at the same time, his
buttocks flexing taut. 

"Oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "C'mon ... suck it! Suck my cock! Suck it
hard!"

Bending his head, his mouth hanging open, he looked down. Her face was
distended with the size of his cock. Her tongue worked his cock-head
with a deft cunning that could only have been gained with considerable
experience. Her head rocked back and forth between his thighs as she
sucked his cock greedily and heavily. Jayant gasped and grunted,
fucking her face in wonder and joy, rocking her head in his hands,
pumping his hips to and fro.

"Yes! Ohhh yes! That's it, baby ... yes ... suck it ... oh fuck yes!
C'mon ... suck it harder ... c'mon Anju! Suck my cock! Ohhh uhhh yes
uhh yes!"

Anuja paused briefly, rose slightly, nuzzled his hard belly, swirled
her tongue through his navel and squeezed her breasts in a sheath over
his cock. Jayant groaned thickly at the warmth of her breast-sheath,
the gentle scraping of her nipples over his throbbing shaft. Dipping
her head, she ran her tongue down over his shaft, his cock-head, down
the lower side to his balls, gently licking and sucking them by turn.
She caressed her face with his penis and then took him gently in her
mouth again, more deeply this time.

"Jayant ... cum in my mouth if you want to," she murmured. "I like
that."

For a minute, he was tempted. The fires in his loins were raging,
unbearable. But he hesitated, unsure of his abilities, eager to
satisfy her.

"Later," he gasped. "Not now. Later, maybe."

Anuja did not reply, just took his cock deep in her mouth again and
sucked it rapidly, her head rocking swiftly back and forth between his
thighs. Jayant groaned as he fucked her face, his head arched, his
hands moving her head, his hips pumping. He dropped his head and
looked down at her and then at their reflections in the full-length
dressing table mirror. The sight was undeniably erotic. Anuja on her
knees, her pretty face distended with the size of his cock, her head
moving back and forth, her ringed fingers pumping his shaft, her heavy
breasts wobbling with her motions, the gold chain glinting on her
tawny skin, her small nose-stud gleaming, her naked buttocks resting
on her heels. Her head rolled from side to side as she licked and
sucked his cock from every angle. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his
cock-head and she opened her lips wide under his cock-head, letting
him see his jizz sputter into her mouth. She swallowed it
lasciviously, caressed her face, her cheeks and lips!  sticky and
slimy with his tangy, heady gunk.

At last, he pushed her head away and she rose slowly, licking his
torso wantonly, sucking his nipples till she was on her feet and in
his arms. They kissed fiercely and she ground her crotch against his,
her hands working his cock-shaft, pressing it to her cunt-lips through
the thin cloth of her bikini panties. That he had not come in her
mouth thrilled her; older men and more experienced had succumbed far
sooner at far less. Evidently, Anuja's cousin was no novice. She
wondered who his mentor might be -- his obvious skill could only have
come with experience. Anuja reasoned that it had to be an older woman,
one capable of guiding and instructing a virile, handsome youth in the
art of sex.

His hands roamed her body, sliding from her shoulders to her breasts,
down her back to her buttocks. She groaned as his fingers dug into the
cleft between the smoothly curved lobes. Slowly, she turned around in
his arms, her back to him, facing the mirror. His hands slid up her
torso, lifted and weighed and cupped her heavy breasts. He smiled at
her reflection. She tilted her face back and he nuzzled the nape of
her neck, tongued her ear.

"You really like my tits?" she murmured.

"Mm. Very much."

"I like it when you squeeze them."

"They're lovely."

His throbbing erection pressed to her buttocks and, reaching behind,
she moved it to the cleft between them.

"God, I love your cock," she murmured, turning her face over her
shoulder as he nuzzled the nape of her neck, his lips hot on her
flesh. "You know what?"

"What?'

"I really want ..."

"What?"

"I really want your cock in my butt. I love being fucked in the ass."

"I like fucking ass."

"Will you do it? Please?"

"Later," he said.

"Promise?"

"Yes. Now I want to lick your slit. You like that?"

She smiled at him in the mirror, her dark eyes flashing. "I just love
being fucked, Jayant ... fuck me any way you like ... just fuck me
..."

He smiled and his hands slid down from her breasts to her bikini
panties, his fingers crawling into the long, narrow triangle of cloth
covering her cunt-lips. His fingertips brushed her downy pubic hair
and he pushed the cloth and twirled it into a single thick strand that
ran down her slit. Now her cunt was fully exposed. Her cunt-lips were
dripping wet. He pulled them open gently and she gasped, writhing
against him. Slowly, he slid a finger into her cunt. It was hot and
wet and tight and she groaned, her hips twitching.

They stumbled to the bed and Anuja lay on her back across its width
with her hips at the edge, her legs spread wide, her feet on the
floor. Jayant knelt on the floor and bending over her, kissed her
deeply, thrusting his tongue into her  mouth, his hands on her
breasts. Her nipples were stiff and hard in his fingers. She sucked
his tongue, her hands caressing his body, sliding down to his crotch.

"Fuck me," she gasped as he broke the kiss. "Jayant ... fuck me!"

She was unbelievably sexy. Jayant was tempted to ram his cock into her
flesh and fuck her furiously. But he had to show that he was man
enough to satisfy her, and the obvious power of her sex-drive spurred
him to prove himself. He moved his lips and tongue down her neck,
nuzzling the hollow in her throat. She looked lovely, and the dark
spots on her face and the side of her neck were enticing. Lower he
moved, his tongue and lips hovering over her breasts and she gasped as
he flicked first one nipple and then the other rapidly and sharply
with his tongue. Her back arched and bowed and he opened his mouth and
sucked on one gorged mound, crushing the other in his fingers. Anuja
whimpered, clenching his head. He scraped her rigid nipple across his
teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth, whipped it with his tongue.
She writhed eagerly. He moved to the other breast and then, squeezing
both large mounds together, sucked them simultaneously. 

"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes!"

Tiny flames of lust leaped through her body. Jayant kept at it
mercilessly and quickly squeezed two fingers into her cunt and began
masturbating her. Anuja gasped and cried out, her face twisting in an
agony of lust, her head jerking to one side, her hips heaving under
his hand as he finger-fucked her rapidly. Her orgasm loomed.

Suddenly, he stopped sucking her breasts and finger-fucking her and,
kneeling on the floor, bending low, thrust his face into her crotch.
Anuja cried out. Jayant spread the cloth of the bikini panties wide,
covering her slit and, opening his mouth, pressed his face to her
slit. Anuja groaned softly. She could feel his hot breath in her cunt
and his tongue pressed delicately inward, pushing the cloth into her
slit, rubbing over her clitoris. She arched her back and clawed her
cunt-lips open, her fingers rigid with tension.

"Jayant ... oh fuck yes, Jayant, yes ... c'mon ... tongue-fuck me ...
do it!"

Slowly, her cousin brought the edges of the bikini panties together
into a single strand and gently moved it aside. Her cunt-lips were
distended in her fingers, soft hair curling around their edges. Her
cunt-flesh was soft and dripping wet; he could see the trickle of her
cunt-juice. Slowly, he dragged his tongue down her slit. Anuja gasped
sharply, her mouth opening in a wide O, her back arching, her face
suffused with lust.

"OHHH Jayant yes!"

Jayant thrust his tongue into her cunt and delved deep. She hissed in
joy, her back bowing, her hands pulling her cunt-lips wide open for
him.

"Ohhh fuck yes! Ohh god yes! Do it, Jayant! Yes! OHHHH uhhh yes!"

Her head swam with excitement. He was incredibly good. His tongue was
thick and heavy and she trembled in joy as it probed and pushed and
twisted this way and that in her sodden slit, flicking her clitoris,
swirling over the gorged love-button, suddenly whipping it back and
forth. Gasping and panting, her hips heaving, she clenched his head
and moved it round and round between her thighs. Her cunt-juices
streamed and their heady taste and odour aroused him.

Jayant pushed her thighs high and wide in his hands. Her cunt-lips
were open and distended and the puckered flesh of her anus winked
temptingly at him. He dragged his tongue down her cunt-lips and lower
through the creased vale between her buttocks to her anus. Anuja
gasped and cried out as he ran his tongue lovingly over the tightness
of her asshole. Gently, he rimmed her ass, his tongue coiling and
curving over the musky orifice, pressing and probing delicately
within. It was musky and tangy and he savoured the taste and smell.

Gently, he slid a finger into her cunt, enjoying the sudden, violent
convulsions of her cunt on his finger and, dragging his tongue back
upward, pressed his face deeper into her cunt, took her swollen
clitoris between his lips and sucked it sharply. She cried out, her
hands flying to her breasts, squeezing and crushing the heavy mounds,
rolling them under her palms erotically. Her head rolled from side to
side. Her hips writhed and heaved and thrashed as he finger- and
tongue-fucked her simultaneously. He slid a second finger into her
cunt, then a third and abruptly began to finger-fuck her violently,
ramming his hand back and forth, his tongue working like fiery
lightning in her slit.

"OH UH OH UH OH UH Oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh Oh unhh ah uh ah uh oh yes oh
yes oh god yes ohh yes OHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her body thrashing and
heaving and writhing uncontrollably.

His fingers twisting and turning in her slit, his tongue rapping at
her gorged clitoris, he pressed his thumb to her anus. Anuja bit her
lower lip, her head rolling from side to side, her thighs and legs
trembling, her loins ablaze with lust.

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh god yes!"

Hooking her hands under her knees, she kept her legs pulled wide and
high, exposing her cunt and ass completely to his ministrations. His
thumb pressed into her asshole and, with a shuddering moan, she
yielded and he slipped it into her tight, hot, rear channel. She
gasped and cried out, her body bucking and lurching and writhing and
rocking, her hips heaving and tossing. Now his fingers plugged her
cunt, his thumb her anus and his tongue was everywhere, darting
between her cunt and clitoris to her tight anus to wriggle into the
heat within. Anuja thrashed ecstatically.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh yes oh god yes oh yes baby yes!" she moaned, her
hands working her breasts erotically, sliding down her belly to her
cunt-lips as she hissed in pleasure, clenching his head, lifting her
legs higher still. On and on he went, driving her wild with his
dexterity.

She was seconds away from an orgasm, her body hot, sweat breaking out
on her tawny skin and bedewing her forehead and upper lip and the nape
of her neck when he stopped suddenly, jerking his sticky fingers out
of her slit, raising his head. She cried out in shock and dismay,
panting and moaning.

"Oh god no ... don't stop ... not now Jayant ... god no!" she gasped.

Her reactions excited him, made him smile.

"C'mon, slut ... suck me again," he muttered, rising to his feet.

Groaning, Anuja sat up and gripped his hips and pushed her face into
his crotch, taking his cock greedily in her mouth and sucking it
furiously. Jayant grunted in pleasure and fucked her mouth for several
minutes, rocking her head back and forth in his hands, pumping his
hips at her face, fondling her breasts.

"Okay, bitch ... now I want your cunt," he said at last, pushing her
down onto her back on the bed again.

He dropped to his knees and she spread her legs and lifted them high,
bending her knees. He pulled her thighs apart in hands, his hands
under her knees. She pushed the bikini strand to one side, leaving her
cunt-lips and anus exposed. Jayant paused, seriously tempted to
sodomise her right away. For a second he debated and then decided to
defer that pleasure for the present. He pressed his cock-head to her
cunt-lips. 

"Yes!" she gasped, her hands on his cock, guiding him to her hole, her
shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together between her arms.
"Fuck me, Jayant! Shove your cock into my slit! I want it, come on, do
it!"

Slowly, the youth flexed his buttocks and swung his hips forward. His
cock-head popped into her cunt and Anuja gasped in pleasure, her head
arching, her back bowing, her mouth opening in a wide O.

"OHHHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Come on ... come on ... come on Jayant ...
shove it all in ... OHHHHH yes! That's it! OHHHHH uhhhh yes! Ohh god
yes that's so good yes! OHHHH yes! Oh ma uhhh yes!"

Groaning in pleasure, Jayant pushed his cock deeper and deeper into
her hot, wet, tight cunt. It convulsed and spasmed frantically on his
throbbing penis as he squeezed himself deeper and deeper into her
flesh. In and in his cock went till it was buried to the hilt, his
balls pressed to her cunt-lips and buttocks. Her cunt squeezed his
cock fiercely, its heat engulfing his flesh. The youth groaned and
exhaled sharply, repeatedly, struggling for control. He focussed his
mind, centering himself. His deep chest heaved. His muscles corded and
stood out in sharply defined ridges. Beneath him, Anuja moaned, her
head rolling slowly from one side to the other, her hands under her
breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically.

"Oh god Jayant yes ... oh yes ... that's so good ... c'mon ... fuck
me, lover! Fuck my cunt ... do it!"

"Fuck ... you're ... incredible ... god yes ... oh fuck ... oh fucking
hell yes ...," Jayant groaned desperately.

Gripping her thighs, gasping softly, Jayant started fucking his cousin
with long, slow, deep, skewering thrusts. His hips swung backward, his
buttocks unflexing, and he paused; then his buttocks flexed taut again
and his hips swung forward with a little roll and snap and swirl and
his cock spiralled deeply into her, entering her flesh from all
angles. Beneath him, Anuja gasped and moaned, her body arching and
bowing, jerking gently with his thrusts.

"Ohhh yes!" she hissed. "Oh god yes! Yes! Ohh yes that's it uhhh ohhhh
yes uhhh oh ma uhh ahhhh uhhh yes uhhh oh yes oh yes oh yes oh god
yes!"

He hit a steady, mesmerising rhythm and Anuja gasped deliriously, her
cunt squeezing and convulsing eagerly on his throbbing, stroking,
pistoning penis. Her body rocked and jerked, her breasts bouncing with
his thrusts and she crushed them in her hands, her head flipping from
side to side. The gold necklace twinkled on her skin. Her lips were
drawn back, her mouth open, her perfect, white, even teeth bared in a
rictus of lust. Jayant devoured the loveliness of her face and kept
moving relentlessly.

"C'mon ... take it ... yeh ... that's it ... take it, whore ... c'mon
yes! Take it, you fucking bitch ... take my cock ... oh fuck yes ...
yes ... that's it ... take it all! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ohhh yes
... oh fuck yes ... ohhhh uhh yes!"

On and on he went and the sensations in her loins were overpowering.
Her body blazed with lust. Suddenly, without warning, he switched to a
furious, ram-fucking, reaming, hammering stroke, pounding his hips
savagely back and forth, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt.
Anuja cried out, her back bowing, her body rocking and jerking
violently, her face twisting and contorting in a grimace of
excitement, her mouth torn open, her eyes screwed shut, her head
arched back, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously, her gold
necklace slapping and dancing on her tawny skin. She dug her fingers
into his thick biceps and forearms, clenched his powerful shoulders.
His cock rammed and reamed and slammed in and out of her cunt, mashing
her gorged clitoris, crushing her hot cunt-flesh, probing deep,
plowing wildly in and out.

"OH JAYANT-JAYANT-JAYANT-JAYUHNNNNNNNT uhhhh OHHH uhh OHHH uhh OH ma
Oh ma Oh ma Oh ma OHHHHHH uhhh yes Oh god yes OHHH yes uh oh ma oh ma
oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh Jayant! Jayant! Uhhhh yes uhhh oh yes!" she
cried out.

Equally suddenly, he slowed and resumed his slow, deep, punishing
thrusts. Anuja gasped in shock and delight. Moaning and hissing her
pleasure, she slid a hand down her sucked-in belly and splayed her
cunt-lips further open, her slim, elegant forefinger curling inward to
flick her clitoris gently, her other hand working her breasts. Her
orgasm neared, grew, loomed and then broke and she gasped, arching
stiffly, the breath shooting from her throat as a thousand volts of
electric pleasure swept her flesh. Jayant groaned, his head flung back
and slowly drilled her cunt again and again, pushing his cock as deep
as he could into her hot, wet, delightful cunt. 

Her orgasm intensified, lengthened, peaked and slowly waned as he kept
moving, just barely in control himself. She groaned thickly, her chest
heaving, panting and gasping her pleasure.

"God, you're fantastic," she murmured, looking at him with a smile,
her eyes dancing with pleasure. "You're unbelievably good!"

He grinned and kept moving. "So are you, Anju. So are you. Like it?"

"Mm. Heaven. Just don't stop ... just keep fucking me," she murmured,
her eyes fluttering shut, her head turning to one side.

He continued stroking smoothly in and out of her till he had her
whimpering in passion again and could feel the renewed spasming of her
cunt. Her lust mounted and grew slowly.

"Now," he murmured. "Let me fuck your ass."

Anuja was in no mood to deny him. "Yes," she gasped. "Come on, do it!
I want it in my ass!"

Jayant slid smoothly out of her cunt, making her groan at the sudden
release in pressure. He bent her legs further up and back, spreading
her thighs and pressed his bulging, glistening cock-head to her
exposed asshole. Anuja whimpered and writhed, her body rolled up onto
the small of her back, her anus proffered to his pleasure. His
cock-head pressed at the tight flesh of her rear orifice. She gasped,
bit her lower lip, tensed and then yielded slowly. Jayant flexed his
buttocks smoothly and gently and eased his hips forward. His cock-head
popped into her anus. Anuja cried out, her mouth jerking open, her
lips snapping back over her teeth, her head whipping back, the breath
rushing from her throat. Her fingers dug into his thick forearms.

"OH! OH MA UNHHH Jay ... UNHHHHHHT uhhhh OHHHHHH!"

He paused, gasping, wincing, his face contorting in an agony of lust
as her anus convulsed frantically on his penis and slowly flexed his
buttocks and slid his hips further forward. His cock inched into her
tight, hot, spasming anus. She gasped and cried out, her chest
heaving, her breath coming in choking, sobbing, rattling gasps and
moans as he went in deeper and deeper. Her buttocks writhed and
quivered as he impaled them. Her legs trembled in the air.

"OHHHHH Jayant yes Oh god yes uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"

"Ohh uhh yeh uh ohh yeh oh yeh oh fuck yes ohh god yes take it!" he
went.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhhh!" she wept.

The youth sodomised his young teenage cousin slowly and thoroughly.
Groaning and gasping, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her
thighs, he swung his hips gently back and forth, his buttocks flexing
and unflexing, his hips sliding smoothly in a to-and-fro action. Anuja
hissed and moaned in evident pleasure, her head rolling from side to
side, her breasts wobbling with his thrusts as he drove himself in and
out of her anus. She squeezed her breasts, pinching and tweaking the
nut-hard nipples, rolling them under her palms. Her hand went down
flat on her belly and she pressed a finger to her cunt-lips. 

"God yes ... c'mon ... c'mon Jayant ... yes ... fuck me ... oh ma uhhh
yes ... oh fuck yes ... that's it ... do it ... shove it in, lover ...
ohhh yes ... that's so good ... yes ... fuck my ass baby ... fuck it
ohhh uhhh yes oh god yes!"

Goaded by her words, he fucked her ass unhurriedly, stroking in and
out, in and out of her anus. Anuja gasped and thrashed and writhed,
her middle finger arched elegantly between her cunt-lips frantically
working her clitoris. Faster and faster he went, his cock pushing and
squeezing and tunnelling into her asshole, which convulsed
frenetically on the thick, long, throbbing, searing hot invader. Her
fingertip jigged frantically on her clitoris. Her hips heaved and
thrashed and her other hand crushed and squeezed her breasts in a
frenzy. 

"Oh Jayant ... Jayant ... Jayant ... yes ... oh fuck yes ... yes ...
yes ... oh god yes ... ohh god oh god oh god oh ma uhh ahhhh uhhh
yes!" she gasped, her voice ragged and hoarse.

She looked stunning, he thought, her pretty face distorted by an agony
of joy, her head flipping from side to side, one hand in her crotch,
finger working her clitoris, the other on her breasts, her body
heaving and thrashing. Her loud, lewd moans of pleasure rang in his
ears. Jayant groaned and flung his head back. The heat in his loins
was unbearable. Anuja moaned and exploded, her orgasm crashing over
her like a tidal wave, the breath shooting from her throat, her body
arching and bending under his, her anus convulsing and cramping
fiercely on his penis. Jayant couldn't hold back any longer. His balls
and belly ached for release. With a shuddering gasp, he thrust his
cock into her anus once, twice, three, four, five times, each thrust
drawing a choking gasp from her throat and then, lurching out of her,
shaking his cock, he came violently. Anuja gasped as his cock jerked
out of her anus and, whimpering, writhed under him, her hand still
working her slit. Hot jizz spewed fro!  m his cock-head and she
groaned as it hit her thighs and cunt and belly and breasts. She
caught it in her fingers, licked them, smeared them on her face and
neck and breasts, massaged it into her crotch. Gunk dribbled down her
cunt-lips and over her anus. Gasping and groaning thickly, Jayant
pushed his cock-head into her asshole again, making her whimper
softly. He fucked her ass for a few minutes, moving gently and then,
sliding out, pushed it into her cunt. Anuja spread her legs and wound
them around his lean hips as he bent over her, his hands on her
cum-sticky breasts. She caressed his broad shoulders and, opening her
eyes, smiled radiantly up at him, her hips grinding pleasurably under
his. His erection had barely waned and he moved smoothly and
effortlessly now, his hips rising and falling in a smooth cadence. He
bent over and kissed his, his tongue roving deep in her mouth. She
caressed his strong back and buttocks.

"God, you're incredible," she murmured. "That was fabulous."

"For me, too. You're fantastic."

He tongued her ear gently and she craned her neck and licked and
sucked his nipple.

"Now what?"

"Now nothing."

"Spoilsport."

"Except more fucking."

She giggled. "That's more like it. What do you want to do?"

"I want to lick your slit again," he murmured after a bit. "Then your
cunt. Then your ass. I want to fuck you all over again."

She giggled. "Let me suck your cock first. I like doing that."

He grinned and slid smoothly out of her cunt. Once again, he rose to
his feet and she sat up and pushed her face into his crotch, taking
his cock in her mouth and sucking it slowly. Jayant felt good, strong
and fully in control of himself. He moved her head in his hands. The
orgasm had sated their immediate need and now their lust simmered with
a deep, quiet, satisfying intensity. She sucked his penis slowly and
deeply, her face distended with its size as she took it deep in her
mouth. Jayant fucked her mouth slowly, his head bent, watching her,
watching his thick, long cock glistening between her lips. He caressed
her face and fondled her breasts, relishing their weight and size, the
hardness of her nipples. She worked his cock-head cunningly with her
tongue and teeth and he groaned softly, his loins growing hot with
lust.

When he was satisfied, he pushed her back and licked her slit and ass
again. Anuja whimpered softly, lying back and caressing his head
dreamily as his tongue and fingers and lips and teeth wrought their
magic in her loins.

"Anju?"

"What?"

"Did your dad buy that new video camera?"

Anuja grinned and craned her head and looked at him. He lifted his
face, a huge grin creasing his handsome face.

"Yes, why?"

"I want to shoot a video of you fucking."

"Fucking you?"

"No. Yes. Maybe. Actually you and the servant."

"Who, Baban?"

"Yeah. You fuck him, don't you?"

"All the time."

"Good, then I'll do that first. Then maybe you and me."

"Then all three of us? You guys fucking my cunt and ass together?"

"Yes."

She looked at him adoringly, drinking in the beauty of his body with
his broad shoulders and deep chest and chiselled features and
stone-hard belly, rippling with muscle.

"C'mon lover ... fuck me ... fuck me like a whore," she murmured, her
eyes glittering with excitement.

At his instance, they moved to the floor, before the full-length
dressing table mirror. There, she knelt and sucked his cock again and
then, later, he bent her over on all fours and, kneeling behind her,
tongued and licked her cunt and ass gently, and finger-fucked her cunt
and anus simultaneously. Anuja writhed and moaned, her buttocks
swaying, her upturned face creased in pleasure.

"C'mon Jayant ... fuck me," she moaned at last, gasping and panting.

The teenager chuckled softly and rose to his knees behind her. She
bent forward over the low stool set in front of the dressing table,
her breasts pendulous and heavy, her gold necklace dangling, her
thighs spread and buttocks splayed open. Jayant took his cock and
slowly squeezed its head into her cunt. She groaned, her head rising,
turning over shoulder. He slid his hands up her body and caressed her,
cupped and squeezed her breasts. Bending over, he kissed her hungrily,
his tongue in her mouth and she sucked it gratefully, her buttocks
writhing against his groin.

"God that's so good," she muttered as he tongued her ear and nuzzled
the nape of her neck. "That's so very good."

Their bodies glistened with sweat now and hers was sticky with his
gunk as well. She smelled divinely sexy and erotic, a heady mixture of
sweat and cunt-juice and his gunk. It aroused and excited him. He
eased his cock deeper into her cunt, going in and in till he was
buried in her flesh to the hilt with his balls pressed to her buttocks
and cunt-lips, and began to fuck her unhurriedly with slow, deep,
skewering thrusts. His buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically, his
hips swung smoothly and seamlessly from the waist and his cock
glistened and gleamed as it went in and out of her cunt, appearing and
disappearing wetly between the smooth curves of her buttocks. Anuja
moaned and gasped in pleasure, rocking back and forth under him, her
hips swaying erotically, writhing in joy as he swirled his hips and
entered her from all angles. Her face was turned up, suffused with
lust, her mouth open, her eyes hooded, her tongue pressed erotically
to her upper lip. Her gold necklace swun!  g and her breasts jiggled
and swung with his thrusts. Her forearms on the stool, she moved in
unison with him, savouring each thrust, delighting in the long,
grinding, squelching, rasping, mashing instroke, gasping at the
release in pressure as he slid outward, moaning as he spiralled and
rolled in again and again. His lips pursed, Jayant breathed heavily,
panting and gasping softly, his breath sucking in, shooting out,
sucking in, shooting out in time to his fucking.

"Oh ... uhh ... ohh ... uhh ... ohh ... uhh ... ohhh ... uhh ... ohhh
... uhh ... ohh ... yeh ... ohh yeh ... ohh fuck yes ... uh ... Ohhh
... uhhh ... OHHH ... uhh ... OHHH ... uhh ... OHHH ...," she moaned.
"Yeh ... oh god yes ... ohhh ... uhh ... oh ... uhh ... ohma uhh yes
... ohh yes ... yes ... that's ... it ... ohh yes ... do it ... do it,
lover ... fuck me ... oh ma yes!"

"Take it! Take it, whore, take it! Oh yes! Oh fuck yes oh uhh oh uh oh
uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh oh uh ohhhhhh!" he groaned.

Gripping her hips, he fucked her relentlessly, gradually going faster
and faster, his thighs slapping loudly at her soft buttocks, his cock
grinding and rasping and squelching in and out of her cunt. Faster and
faster yet and he was ramming and reaming in and out of her cunt, his
head flung back, jerking her body back and forth under him, jerking
her cunt up and down the length of his throbbing, swollen cock-shaft.
Her head jerked up and she cried out, her mouth open, her face
contorted with lust. 

"Oh Jayant ... Jay ... uhhhnt unhhh Ohhh uhhh ohh uhh oh oh oh oh OHH
uhh Ohma oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHHH uhh oh yes oh god yes oh fuck yes
oh yes ... fuck me ... oh god yes!" she cried.

He gasped and rammed deep into her. "Take it! Oh fuck yes Oh yes oh
yes Ohh uhh ohhh uhh ohhhhh uhhh ohhhhhhh uhh ohhhhhhhh uhh  oh uh oh
uh oh oh uh OHHHHH!"

She moaned, her head sinking between her arms, her body rocking and
jerking, her pendulous breasts jiggling heavily, her gold necklace
tossing back and forth, slapping against her chin. Jayant went faster
and faster, hammering his hips back and forth, pummelling her thighs,
making her body jerk and rock wildly under his. Suddenly, he slowed
and ground his hips round with a sudden snapping action as he thrust
into her. His cock spiralled into her from all angles, mashing her
cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris, making her gasp and arch her head,
whimpering her pleasure. 

Groaning, he resumed fucking her with deep, rapid thrusts again and
now he looked up. The reflections in the mirror were erotic and
aroused him intensely: her body jerking and rocking, her necklace
swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, his thighs slapping at
her buttocks. Her face was suffused with lust, radiant and glowing.
Sweat coursed down his deep chest, pattered gently on her back and
buttocks. It streamed off her back. Strands of hair clung damply to
the nape of her neck and her brow. He continued fucking her
mercilessly.

Their orgasms neared, growing increasingly imminent. Jayant exhaled
sharply, rapidly, and checked his own orgasm. His balls ached and
throbbed. He kept stroking powerfully in and out of her cunt,
relentless, ruthless, masterful. Anuja exploded with a shuddering,
broken, ululating cry, her body stiffening, her back curving inward,
her head jerking up, her cunt convulsing and cramping fiercely on his
pistoning penis. Jayant gasped, his head arched and skewered her cunt
slowly, squeezing his cock in as deep as he could with sharp, stabbing
thrusts, his buttocks flexing taut and twitching at her hips as he
plunged his cock into her flesh. Again and again he slammed his cock
into her cunt and her body jerked and rocked under his, each thrust
drawing a rattling groan of pleasure as her orgasm intensified,
lengthened and slowly waned.

He slowed and stopped, skewering her deeply, writhing his crotch
against her buttocks. She whimpered as he squeezed her breasts and
bent over and kissed her again when she turned her face.

"Now," he murmured. "Now, whore, your ass again. Come on."

Anuja moaned softly. "Jayant ... please ... use the lotion ..."

She pointed to a plastic bottle of skin lotion on the dressing table.
Jayant grinned and picked it up, flipped open the lid, tipped some
cream into his palm and anointed his thick, hard, long, throbbing,
sticky cock. Taking more, he smeared it between her buttocks and on
her anus. She moaned and trembled at his touch, gasping as he pressed
a fingertip to her rear orifice and forced it in. He laughed softly.

"You really like it in your ass, don't you? Love being butt-fucked,
right?"

"God yes," she moaned. "C'mon Jayant ... fuck my butt ... do it!"

"I want it nice and deep now, bitch. C'mon ... on your feet!"

He rose to his feet and pulled her up so that she was bent over
steeply, her forearms on the stool before the mirror, her feet on the
floor, legs spread wide, her buttocks splayed open, her anus
completely vulnerable and exposed to his throbbing cock. He tipped the
bottle of lotion over her buttocks and the thick cream dribbled over
her anus. Slowly, he slid his finger into her rear channel and
lubricated it thoroughly. She gasped thickly, her chest heaving, her
head arched, biting her lower lip. Sliding his finger out of her anus,
he tipped more lotion on her back and massaged it into her flesh.
Standing behind her, between her spread thighs, he took his cock in
one hand and, holding her hip with the other, carefully pressed his
cock-head to her tight little asshole. She tensed and he pressed
deeper. Her anus yielded and he squeezed his cock through, his
cock-head popping into her rear channel. She cried out sharply, her
head snapping up, her mouth tearing open, her face cont!  orting in a
savage grimace.

"OHMA UHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Jayant gasped, his belly rippling inward, his muscles cording in
tension. The sight in the mirror was incredibly erotic. Her face was
turned up, her lips drawn back over her teeth, her neck arched with
tendons popping, her long gold necklace high on the nape of her neck,
her dark hair loose in its knot, framing her face, her breasts swollen
and heavy, his cock-head embedded in her anus, his thick shaft
protruding between the smooth round curves of her buttocks. Her anus
convulsed frenetically on his cock and he groaned thickly, his fingers
digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, spreading them wider
still to receive his swollen shaft.

Anuja's head swam with excitement and pleasure. His penis was
wonderful in her anus, thick and hot and hard. She moaned loudly, her
chest heaving, her pulse pounding in her head and writhed her hips
erotically.

"Oh Jayant!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Do it, baby! Shove it in! Shove
it all in, Jayant ... fuck my ass ... I want it!"

Jayant groaned and slowly flexed his buttocks tighter and tighter,
sliding his hips forward. His cock squeezed between her buttocks,
disappearing between the curves and into her hot, tight, clonic rear
channel.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh motherfucking god in heaven oh fuck yes oh yes c'mon
bitch take it ohhh god yeh ... take it, whore ... take my prick!" he
gasped.

In front of her mirror, Jayant sodomised his teenage cousin for the
second time that evening. His cock drilled her anus and her face
twisted and contorted as he pushed it in deeper and deeper. He took
her ass heavily and slowly, gasping in pleasure. Bent over before him,
Anuja moaned and writhed as he buggered her thoroughly, his hips
rocking slowly back and forth, his cock grinding in and out of her
cunt without respite or mercy. Her body flamed with lust, and she
moaned and whimpered and gasped, her breath rattling from her throat
in broken cries and moans. His hands slid up and he squeezed her
breasts, thrust a hand under her belly and fingered her wet, sodden
slit, arching two fingers into her cunt as he stroked smoothly in and
out of her anus, his thick penis grinding and rasping in and out, in
and out, in and out.

Anuja gasped and cried out, her body writhing and lurching and rocking
frantically as a violent orgasm swept through her. Jayant groaned and
held himself back, slowly grinding into her ass again and again. With
a low groan, he let himself go, gasping in relief as the heat spewed
from his cock and spurted in endless, hot, stinging jets into his
beautiful cousin's steaming ass. Groaning, he slid out of her, making
her gasp, and jerking his cock, spattered her buttocks and thighs and
back. Slowly, he squeezed his cock into her asshole again. Anuja
moaned and whimpered and let him sodomise her for a few minutes more.
Then he slid out and slowly pushed his cock into her cunt again.

"I could fuck you forever," he murmured, rocking slowly back and
forth. "Forever and ever."

She grinned at him in the mirror, her eyes dancing with pleasure.
"That's a promise you're not allowed to break, Jay," she murmured.

They sank to the floor and he slipped out of her and fell on his back
on the floor. She turned and bent over him, her legs outside his, her
heavy breasts dangling over his face. He grinned and slid his hands up
her body to cup the fleshy mounds. Her nipples were still hard.

"You still hot?"

"Mm. Very."

"So am I."

"So I see," she giggled, reaching back to fondle his erection. "God,
doesn't your prick ever get limp?"

"You want it to?"

"Not especially."

"Good. Neither do I. This is good."

"Don't I know it. Shall I suck you?"

"Mm."

"Come in my mouth."

"Okay."

She fed her breasts to his lips and he sucked them delicately, making
her whimper and moan. Then she glided downward, kissing and licking
his sticky body, sucking his nipples, going lower and lower, her
tongue trailing down his hard belly and swirling through his navel
till her head was bent over his cock. Gently, she drew his cock into
her mouth and started sucking it. Jayant groaned and closed his eyes.
There was magic in her fingers and tongue and lips and teeth and he
surrendered to it, letting her suck him at her pleasure. The heady
taste and odour of his cock aroused her, smelling of cunt and ass and
gunk and she sucked him deeply and slowly, savouring every minute. She
loved the taste and feel and smell of a thick cock in her mouth and
Jayant was a magnificent lover by any standard.

Her head bobbed and rocked up and down over his lap. Jayant moaned
thickly, holding her head and moving it to suit his pleasure. His hips
writhed and bucked under her face. Rising, she squeezed her breasts
over his throbbing shaft while she tongued his belly; dipping her
head, she scraped her teeth over the thick stem and went lower to suck
his balls. He spread his legs, lifted his hips and her tongue swirled
over his anus. He gasped thickly. The sensation was exquisite, her
soft face burrowing between his strong, muscular thighs, her tongue
whipping at his anus, her fingers curled around his shaft, jerking it
deftly and pumping it. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and her
fingers grew sticky. Lifting her head, she caressed her face with his
cock, moaning wantonly, letting him watch her lips and cheeks grow
sticky with his seed. She moved it around her breasts, between them
and he pushed her head back and made her suck his cock again.

"C'mon ... suck it ... suck it hard, whore!" he gasped.

Anuja sucked his cock with renewed vigour, her tongue coiling
sinuously around his cock-head, probing the long, fine slit in the
cock tip, trying to draw at the essence of the man. Her head bobbed
faster and faster up and down and her fingers worked his shaft
adroitly and the heat in his balls and belly was no longer
containable. With a shuddering moan, he exploded and she held his
cock-head in her mouth and sucked his seed gratefully, her head
spinning with the delightful taste and odour of his gunk. Slowly,
lasciviously, she raised her head and smiled at him. He thought she
looked stunning, jizz dribbling down her chin and, as she jerked his
cock still, spurting onto her neck and breasts.

They showered together, and under the cool, stinging spray, she sucked
his cock again, delicately arousing him till he was hard and erect
again. In the bathroom, standing with her back to the tiled wall,
Jayant fucked her hard, holding her thighs in his hands and slamming
his hips back and forth greedily, thrusting his cock greedily into her
cunt, his hips twitching violently, his buttocks flexing and unflexing
powerfully as he drowned his cock in her cunt. She gasped and cried
out, her fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, her cunt and hips
heaving and jerking under his thrusts, her body twitching and
lurching.

Back in the bedroom, dripping wet, he fucked her again on her back on
the cool tiled floor, taking her heavily and slowly, pushing her from
one orgasm to another. On his back, he took her astride him and she
groaned, bucking and rocking feverishly up and down on his penis as he
squeezed and cupped her hot, heavy breasts, lifting his head to suck
them. She came again and yet again. He was insatiable and kept fucking
her. Anuja was delirious and dizzy with lust, tiring now. Turning her
on her side, he plunged into her cunt from behind, fucking her
furiously, jerking her body savagely before his, his thighs cannoning
off her buttocks and thighs, his penis pounding her flesh greedily.
She gasped and cried out, her body jerking and writhing uncontrollably
and then he rolled her over onto her front and ram-fucked her
demonically from behind, straddling her hips in a low, deep squat,
thrusting furiously in and out of her cunt, going on and on, hammering
his hips at her buttocks and t!  highs, his cock plunging and
pistoning in and out of her flesh. She came again and finally, he lost
control and exploded deep in her cunt, his cock plunged in to the
hilt, his hips twitching and jerking, his cock spewing his molten heat
into her sodden slit.

They fell to the floor, murmuring in pleasure, caressing each other.

"What time is it?" she asked drowsily.

"Almost eight-thirty." He looked at his wrist watch.

"You hungry?"

"For food or sex?"

She giggled. "Whichever. You decide."

He grinned and squeezed her breast, dragged his tongue over her still
hard nipple. "What do you think I want?"

She laughed softly. "I don't know, but I hope it's the same as I do."

And then she had his penis in her mouth again and Jayant groaned
softly and closed his eyes, surrendering to the magic of his teenage
cousin's body.

--- END OF CHAPTER 4 --

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