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by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>


			 THE BINT FROM BOMBAY CHAPTER 1 : UP CLOSE AND
PERSONAL


THE HANDSOME YOUNG servant gasped softly in deep pleasure. He stood
naked on the cool stone floor, his feet spread apart, his hands
gripping the head of the seventeen-year old girl who knelt before him.
Her pretty face was distended with the size of his swollen penis. He
grunted and pulled her face deeper into his crotch, pushing his hips
forward at the same time. She took his cock deep in her mouth, her
hands clenching his buttocks, sucking hungrily. He groaned again,
arching his head, his eyes fluttering. Her mouth was wonderful, warm
and moist and her tongue was like an electric eel, a thing alive,
magical and irresistible.

"Yes!" he groaned. "C'mon ... do it! Suck my cock, bitch! Suck it!
*Choos*, *rundi*! *Jorse* *choos*! *Choos* *mere* *lavde* *ko* ...
*hanh* ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh *hanh* uhhh *aise* ... *chul*, *rundi*
... *jorse* ... harder, slut ... suck harder!"

She whimpered in excitement at his coarse, sexy words and took his
cock deeper still in her mouth, sucking feverishly. The servant
grinned to himself. He could hardly believe his luck. Here he was, a
mere servant, fucking the teenage daughter of the household -- and she
was his whore, *his* whore, his to fuck and fuck and fuck as and when
he fancied her. He was the first man to fuck her, a few months ago
and, so far as he knew, still the only one. He never ceased to marvel
at how much she had learned and how quickly.

Her name was Shirlyn and she was bewitching. She was so lovely, so
pretty, so sexy, slender and curved. He couldn't stop ogling her. She
had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and
slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was
narrow so that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were
plump, but even that was really cute. Her cheekbones were high. Her
eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and
full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor
slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity.

Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a grape, without a
trace of the body hair he so disliked in the women he fucked. Her hair
was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony
tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck
was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her
firm, pointed chin. Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim,
with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes,
beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe
and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.

He had been with the family for some time now. It was a large, airy
three bedroom flat in one of four buildings around a large courtyard
in a crowded locality in Central Bombay. The family was essentially
Hindu, but they had converted to Christianity some generations ago. It
remained a peculiar mix of the two religions -- very Hindu in dress
and speech and even in some food habits, but they all went to church
and spoke English and ate beef.

It was a bit of a crowd, with ten people under one roof. He learned
that Shirlyn's parents died when she was little and the house was
shared by Shirlyn, her sister Sheila and their brother Harry, who had
one bedroom, and her father's two brothers, their wives and her four
male cousins. Kenny and Lewis were the sons of her elder uncle,
Stanley, and his wife, Rosie. Calvin, the younger uncle, and his wife
Mollie, had Jerry and Peter. Her uncles were in their forties. The
elder boys were about Shirlyn's age, their brothers a year or two
younger. Shirlyn's sister and brother were much older than she, and
Shirlyn was brought up by her siblings.

With so many people sharing a limited space, there was constant
tension and, frequently, there would be flare-ups and fights. The
uncles tried to keep peace but there were times when they were forced
to side with their wives, which only exacerbated matters. Being the
youngest, and essentially dependent on the uncles, Shirlyn and her
siblings were often isolated and picked on. As he grew older,
Shirlyn's brother afforded some protection but, without complete
financial independence, he wasn't always free to act and speak as he
felt.

Shirlyn grew up in this atmosphere, surrounded by elders, mostly men,
with very little female influence or companionship of her own age. By
the time she attained puberty, she was used to seeing the men move
around the house bare-chested in their trousers or shorts or with
towels or *lungi*s wrapped around their waists. She had a lively mind
and a vivid imagination and these, combined with the increasingly
explicit quality of public media, soon turned the menfolk in the
family from playmates and relatives to objects of fantasized desire.

At fourteen, Shirlyn discovered the pleasures of masturbation. Her
body matured early and she found she could elicit piquant sensations
by playing with her breasts and slit. She spent hours playing with
herself, pinching her nipples and rubbing her slit till, finally,
there came the exquisite rush of heat that left her flushed and
breathless.

Shirlyn was frequently alone at home. Her cousins were at work, her
uncles and aunts and her brother and sister held day-long jobs.
Shirlyn pretty much had the run of the house for several hours each
day. As her fascination with sex and lust grew, she used this time
alone to indulge her fantasies. She moved around the house naked,
enjoying the thrill of it, studying her body in every reflective
surface. She caressed herself on the rough curtain materials or ribbed
corduroy upholstery. She flipped through film magazines ogling the
pictures of handsome film stars, studying the contours of their bodies
or closed her eyes and imagined her cousins or uncles or the house
servant, seeing the hardness of their torsos, the deep clefts in their
chests, the strength in their arms and legs.

While her hankering for physical satisfaction grew sharper, Shirlyn
still didn't have an accurate idea of what sex involved. She stumbled
on it one day when she was rummaging through Kenny's bureau. He was
her eldest cousin and easily the sexiest with a hard, tall body and
handsome features. Of late, she had begun to go through their clothes,
especially their underwear. Kenny's jock-straps fascinated her and she
tried to imagine what he looked like wearing them. She pressed them to
her face, trying to get his smell from his clothes, rubbed the cloth
in her naked crotch, moaning softly as she brought herself off. One
day, poking around in his room, she found he had left his cupboard
unlocked. She opened it and went through his things. Stuffed under a
pile of clothes, she found a large brown paper packet. Curious, she
pulled it out. It was unsealed, and thick and heavy. She put her hand
in and what she found made her gasp.

It was a pornographic magazine and, beneath it, was a video cassette.
Shirlyn stared at the cover of the magazine. It showed a photograph of
a beautiful white woman wearing black lacy lingerie, her crotch and
breasts bare, and she had one finger between her lips and another in
her slit and she was smiling wantonly at the camera. Shirlyn moaned in
excitement and turned the page.

It was her first exposure to the intricacies of actual copulation, and
Shirlyn was rivetted. She knew from her biology lessons in school that
men had penises and that procreation involved the insertion of a penis
into the vagina -- but what it meant and looked like and what was
possible beyond this clinical description she had no idea. The
magazine showed her. It was a wonderfully glossy journal, published,
she noticed, by a Bombay company called Orexis, a division of
something called Hedon & Venery, Inc. The women were Indian, blacks,
Hispanics, white, South East Asian. The men were all huge, stunningly
built studs with enormous penises. There were shots of women sucking
cock, of men licking slit, of a man fucking a woman from behind, a
close-up of his cock going into her cunt, another of him fucking her
from top with yet another close-up, shots of one woman being fucked by
two men, two women fucking one man, lesbian sex, women masturbating,
an exquisitely realised photo spread across four pages of a gorgeous
woman being fucked in the ass by a black stud with a stunning body and
a penis of awesome dimensions.

Shirlyn's imagination ran wild. She masturbated frantically looking at
the pictures and, oddly, found herself wanting more even after her
orgasm. She read the magazine again, this time going through the text
and finding words like fuck and cunt and slit and dick and pussy and
clit and prick and whore and slut and bitch. She flipped over on her
back on Kenny's bad, his jock-strap flung across her breasts and,
holding the magazine in one hand, fondled her slit with the other. She
came again. And still she wanted more. She tried the video-cassette,
using the TV and video player in Kenny's family's room.

If the magazine was an introduction, the pornographic movie was a
full-fledged intensive course. The titles showed that it was made by a
company called Anacalypsis Productions, also owned by the same Hedon &
Venery, Inc whose name she had seen on the magazine. It was a stunning
movie, more mind-blowing than anything she had seen or dreamed of --
and, as she was to find in later years, when she herself acted in
several such movies for Hedon & Venery, typical of the company's
quality. The sets were lush and rich, the photography imaginative and
detailed, the plot fully realised and engrossing, and the sex was
unbelievable. Incessant, prolonged, innovative, never boring or
repetitious, it was the most erotic thing Shirlyn had ever seen. The
story told of the sexual awakening of a young woman called Anjali. She
was gorgeous, earthy and sensual and utterly erotic. Her first sexual
encounter was with a servant and she progressed rapidly from there,
taking more and more lovers. Shirlyn watched the film through, seeing
Anjali masturbating, at first using everyday household objects -- hard
cucumbers, *doodhi* gourds, under-ripe bananas, hairbrushes and the
handle of a clothes-paddle -- graduating to more exotic aids like
dildoes and ejaculator vibrators, then moving on to sex with the
servants and later to boys in college. She saw Anjali sucking cock,
having her cunt licked, locked in a sixty-nine; Anjali taking a cock
in her cunt, between her breasts, in her anus; Anjali fucking two and
three men simultaneously and, in a glorious orgy, whoring with a whole
crowd of servants. Anjali had an affair with her cousin, seducing one
hot summer afternoon, and Anjali did a live sex dance on a beach. The
film ended, promising a sequel, with Anjali on the brink of matrimony.

Shirlyn was overwhelmed. She watched the whole film through, all two
hours and more of it, masturbating repeatedly, orgasming again and
again and then she rewound it and began to watch it over. The film
inspired her and she ran to the kitchen for a large cucumber and
masturbated with it while she watched the movie, rocking the large
green rough-skinned vegetable in and out of her spasming cunt, moaning
and gasping and calling obscenely as Anjali did, writhing eagerly
under the hot, hard, sweating body of a servant-lover.

The experience changed Shirlyn's entire attitude. She felt emboldened
and saw the men in the house in quite another light. She felt herself
lusting for her cousins and even her uncles, not to mention the
part-time servant, Shankar, who came in to sweep and clean, and the
other boys in the neighbourhood.

Shirlyn's waking hours were filled with fantasies of sex. When Kenny
was out, she had a duplicate key made to his cupboard and then,
whenever she was alone, she raced to his cupboard and rummaged in it.
He kept getting new magazines and videos, exchanging them from some
library for the old ones. Shirlyn never knew when he found time to
watch them, but she didn't care. She soon began to recognise the women
in the movies. She saw the entire set of six or more videos of
Anjali's life, and others with equally gorgeous women - Sayali,
Jasmine, Anuja, Vaishali, Deepika, Falguni, Manisha, Maya, Audrey,
Neha, Lajja. Many of the men and women featured in the magazines, too.
Shirlyn especially liked three or four, Jayant, Kishore, Hari and a
black stud called Joe. She tried to imagine what it might be like to
have them fuck her. Shirlyn noticed that the women seemed to like
fucking men from socially inferior classes, servants and drivers and
cooks.

A few weeks later, several incidents occurred almost simultaneously
that marked a turning point and determined the course of her life. The
first involved her cousin Kenny and the others all had to do with her
sister, Sheila.

Kenny came home one afternoon when she was alone. By the sheerest
luck, Shirlyn had just replaced the video and magazine in his cupboard
and was masturbating in the bathroom when he came in. She heard him
and went still. Perhaps this would be her chance. After all, if Anjali
and the other women could fuck their cousins, so could she.

Shirlyn heard him whistling and humming to himself in his family's
room. She stole out of the bathroom, flung on a robe and peeped
through the keyhole. She saw him open his cupboard and take out the
video and magazine. He dumped them on the bed, shut the cupboard,
slotted the tape into the video player and set it to rewind. Then he
turned to face the full length mirror. Through the keyhole, Shirlyn
had an unobstructed view of him and his reflection in the glass. She
watched as he unbuttoned his denim shirt and drew it off, pulling it
out of his jeans. Shirlyn bit her lower lip. His body was gorgeous --
broad shoulders, high hips, a narrow waist, a deep chest, a flat
belly, thick biceps and arms and legs. His nipples were small and taut
and pulled wide and low on either side of the might W that swept his
chest. His torso was hairless and she noticed that even his armpits
were depilated. Obviously, he was working out and sculpting his body.
The muscle cuts and ridges were superbly defined. He flexed his arms
and shoulders, expanded his chest, cracked his muscles. Shirlyn's
breathing grew heavier and she felt a warm gush between her thighs. In
the mirror, Kenny grinned to himself and slowly, sensuously, opened
the clasp of his jeans and drew down the zipper. His jeans puddled to
his bare feet. Shirlyn stifled a groan. His buttocks were taut and
firmly rounded, naked under the jock-strap, which bulged at his
crotch. Kenny hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his jock-strap
and slowly rolled it down and kicked it off.

Shirlyn stuffed her fist in her mouth. It was the first penis she had
seen and it was gorgeous. Still limp, it was at least seven inches
long and over an inch thick, circumcised. The pornographic magazines
she had read told her that circumcised men made better lovers -- they
lasted longer ... and here was her own cousin, duly circumcised ... if
only ... she longed to touch it, feel it, take it in her fingers, lick
it, suck it ... she wondered how big it would get.

She found out in minutes. Grinning in the mirror, Kenny began to
masturbate, pumping his cock-shaft in his fist, slowly rocking his
hips to and fro. As Shirlyn watched, gaping, her heart hammering in
her chest, her breasts swollen and hard, her nipples rigid, her cunt
seeping love-juice, Kenny's cock swelled and lengthened and hardened
and rose, grew longer and thicker. His hips jerked back and forth and
he groaned thickly, his chest heaving. Shirlyn watched, her hands
under her robe, one hand on her breasts, the other in her crotch, her
finger buried deep in her convulsing cunt. She saw gunk ooze from the
tip in his cock-head and his fingers grew slippery with his seed.

The bell rang. Shirlyn jumped, startled, her pulse pounding and,
frantically, whipped around and dashed back into her bedroom. She shut
the door softly and bent her eye to the keyhole. Through it, across
the hall, she saw Kenny step out of his room, still naked, his cock
still up hard. He walked quickly across the hall to the front door and
looked through the spyglass. A grin spread across his face and he
opened the door, shielding his nudity behind it. Someone stepped
through and he shut the door quickly and turned with his back to it.

Shirlyn gasped. She knew the girl who had just entered. Her name was
Susan and she lived in an apartment across the compound. The families
knew each other. She was older than Shirlyn, about Kenny's age, and
she was, to Shirlyn's mind, absolutely gorgeous. She was dusky and
slender and tall with a stunningly curved body and finely chiselled
features. Her eyes were elongated and almond shaped, lined with
*kohl*, her cheekbones were high, her nose was slim and straight and
delicate and her lips were full and wide. She had strong, white, even
teeth. Her neck was long and graceful and her hair was dark and silky,
caught in a flouncing pony tail with a crinkled bright cotton band.
Her limbs were smooth and curved and her breasts were high and ripe,
her waist narrow, her hips bell-shaped, her stomach flat and firm. Her
hands and feet were elegantly formed. She wore a light cotton
button-down blouse tucked into a knee-length pleated skirt. Her feet
were in open sandals. She wore a gold necklace, matching ear-studs and
a small ring on one finger.

As Shirlyn watched, her eyes popping, Susan smiled and, tilting her
face to Kenny, moved closer to him, her hand sliding between his legs,
her fingers curling around his throbbing erection.

"And good evening to you, my randy prince," Shirlyn heard her say. And
then, as she masturbated Kenny, "Oh god, Kenny ... I'm so hot ... I
want your cock, baby ... c'mon ... fuck me!"

They kissed, their lust apparent and crackling through the quiet air,
and Kenny pulled off her clothes feverishly. She groaned as he fondled
her breasts and caressed her buttocks and crotch, squirming against
him. They stood in the hall, naked, kissing and fondling each other.

"C'mon ... I've got a new tape. And another pondie. Let's go inside."

"Yes," Susan groaned. "God yes!"

They hurried to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them, and
Shirlyn sped out of her hiding place and scurried across the hall and
bent her head to the keyhole.

In the room, the tape was playing, one Shirlyn had watched and
masturbated to not long ago, the story of a lovely young girl called
Madhavi. In the scene, she was having sex with a young man, handsome
and heavily hung, a youth who cleaned trucks, one she had called up
only to fuck her. She was on her knees before him, sucking his cock
eagerly and hungrily, pumping his shaft in her fist, rocking her head
to and fro before him.

And Susan was doing the same thing to Kenny. Shirlyn watched,
masturbating frantically, as her cousin fucked Susan's mouth. He
rocked her head back and forth with his hands, pumping his hips to and
fro, his head flung back, his face creased with pleasure, moaning and
grunting loudly.

"Yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, Susan, bitch ... suck my dick!" Kenny
grunted. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yeh ... c'mon ... suck harder, whore
... suck it! Suck my cock! OHHHH uhhh yes! Oh fuck yes!"

Susan evidently enjoyed sucking cock. She moaned thickly, squeezing
her breasts together, then gripped his buttocks and pulled his cock
deeper in her mouth. Opening her mouth, her head and eyes tilted up,
watching him as he looked down at her, she ran her tongue lasciviously
around his bulging cock-head, pumping his shaft in her fist. Kenny
pulled her head back to his crotch and she sucked his cock deeper and
harder.

He pushed her head away at last, and Susan got to her feet and they
kissed hungrily, fondling each other and then she turned around on her
forearms and knees on the bed. On the flickering TV screen, Madhavi
was in exactly the same position and her lover was fucking her heavily
and deeply from behind. Shirlyn watched as her cousin copied the man.
He and Susan were both facing the TV screen now and, kneeling behind
her, he shoved his cock slowly into her cunt. Susan moaned, her head
lifting, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Her breasts were hot
and swollen, her nipples long and stiff. Kenny began to fuck her with
deep, skewering thrusts, holding her hips and rocking his own steeply
up and down, to and fro, driving his inflamed erection in and out of
her flesh. Susan moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on all
fours, her breasts swollen and pendulous, her gold chain rocking. Her
face was suffused with lust, her head turned up, watching the images
on the screen, where Madhavi was gasping and moaning thickly as the
young man ram-fucked her from behind.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Kenny! Ohhh uhhhh Ohh uhhh oh baby yes! Fuck me!"
Susan cried. "Oh uhh ohma uhhh OHHHH uhhh OHHHH uhh oh yes oh yes oh
god yes!"

"Take it ... c'mon, you fucking whore! Take it! Take my cock, you
bitch! Take it! Ahhh uhhh ahhh uhhh hnggh uhh ohhhuhh oh fuck yes!"

Shirlyn watched them, her hands mauling her breasts, her finger
jabbing in and out of her cunt. She bit her lower lip to stifle her
moan as she orgasmed. On the bed, Susan shuddered and gasped sharply,
stiffening, groaning, whimpering and, behind her, Kenny cried out, his
head snapping back, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her
buttocks and breasts. He rammed his cock into her again and again and
then, with a shuddering groan, pulled out of her and, shaking his cock
in his fist. Shirlyn watched, groaning softly, as the white, sticky
stuff spewed from her cousin's cock-head and spattered his
girlfriend's buttocks and back and dribbled in the cleft between her
buttocks.

They broke apart and fell on the bed, kissing and fondling each other,
and Shirlyn rose and sped to her room. She flung herself on the bed
and, grabbing a cucumber, turned on her back and, spreading her leg,
pushed the rough-skinned vegetable into her slit and masturbated
feverishly. She gasped and groaned thickly, her hips bucking and
writhing, both hands gripping the cucumber, rocking it steeply in and
out of her cunt, her breasts swollen between her arms. Her mind filled
with images of Kenny and Susan and her face was radiant with lust and
excitement.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Fuck me ... fuck me with your cock,
Kenny! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me like a
whore!"

				= o =

THE SECOND shock was even more dramatic.

A few days later, Shirlyn came home unwontedly early from school.
There were to be drama rehearsal's for the school's annual day and the
students who weren't participating were allowed to go home. Shirlyn
was among them, and she was glad for the opportunity to spend a longer
time naked, watching Kenny's pornographic movies, reading his
'pondies', masturbating. Perhaps she might see Kenny and Susan again.
She hurried home feeling increasingly horny, her cunt already moist.

She let herself in with her latchkey and was about to barge into her
bedroom when she stopped, a puzzled frown on her face. The door was
closed. That itself was unusual. Then she heard voices, a man and a
woman, from the other side, a giggle, a chuckle, a sharp gasp. She
went still and cold. She knew the voices.

Silently, Shirlyn dumped her school satchel on the floor and, dropping
to her knees, put her eye to the keyhole.

She almost cried out in shock at what she saw. Her jaw dropped and she
stared in disbelief, stuffing her hand in her mouth to stifle her cry.

In the room, her sister and her younger uncle, Calvin, were making
love.

Actually, they weren't just making love. They were fucking.

It was hot, steamy, feverish, unbridled carnality.

Shirlyn moaned softly, unable to tear her eyes from the keyhole. Her
heart pounded in her chest. With a stab of shock, she realised that
she ought to feel horror, revulsion, something, something *negative*;
but the only sense she felt, the one that pervaded her being from head
to toe, biting into the innermost recesses of her flesh, was raw,
naked lust.

Shirlyn's sister was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Her
face was pretty, with soft, gentle features, warm eyes, dark hair, a
slim nose, a pretty mouth and even teeth. Her body was firm and
beautifully curved: her breasts were full and ripe, her belly was
flat, her hips and buttocks swelled neatly. Her skin was dusky and
smooth.

Calvin was in his early forties. He was the youngest of the three
brothers; Shirlyn and Sheila's father had been the eldest. Calvin was
a dark, handsome man, tall and lean, with strong, aquiline features in
a clean-shaven face. His shoulders were wide, the belly hard and trim,
the hips narrow and his arms and legs were long and strong, rounded
with firm muscles. His torso was covered with a mat of fine dark hair.
His cock was big, eight inches long, an inch thick.

They had obviously been at it for some time, for their bodies shone
with sweat in the warm summer air. Calvin was fucking his niece on her
back with rapid, yet measured, deeply skewering thrusts. She gasped
and cried out, her pretty face suffused with lust, the gold chain
around her neck slithering on her naked breasts which were swollen and
turgid, the nipples nut-hard. She dug her fingers into his taut biceps
as he leaned over her on his outstretched arms and knees, his hips
rocking up and down between her forked, splayed thighs, his buttocks
flexing and unflexing rhythmically. Her legs were spread and her knees
were bent and her hips heaved in unison with his. Calvin gritted his
teeth, his face flushed with tension, his head bent between his
corded, rippling shoulders.

"Yeh ... c'mon ... take it ... take it, Sheila, bitch ... take my
cock!" he grunted. "Oh yeh ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... take it!
Take it all!"

"Ohhh uhhh Oh Uncle Calvin ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby ... do
it, Uncle ... fuck my slit ... ohhh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... give
it to me, Uncle ... c'mon ... shove it in ... ahhh uhhh yeh ... oh yeh
... that's it ... c'mon, baby ... shove your cock right up my cunt ...
ahhhhhh uhhh oh fuck yes! OHHHH uhh Ohhh yes ... oh baby yes!"

"OHHH uhh Oh man yeh ... take it, Sheila ... take it! Take my cock ...
ohh uhh yeh oh yeh oh fuck yes!"

Faster and faster they went, their bodies rocking and jerking on the
bed as Shirlyn watched, dumbfounded, her body trembling with
excitement. She jerked off her panties and bra and began masturbating
frantically, stifling her moans, unable to tear her eye away from the
keyhole.

"C'mon Sheila-whore!" Calvin gasped. "Talk to me, bitch! *Talk to me*!
Tell me 'bout the others, slut ... *do it*!"

"Yeh ... oh yeh ... that's it ... do it, Uncle Calvin ... fuck my slit
... yeh ... that's it ... just like Uncle Stanley does, baby ... just
like he fucks me ... with his fat long cock ... yeh ... that's it ...
do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like Kenny does Uncle ... and Jerry ... and
... and Harry yes ... ohhh uhhh yes ... c'mon ... fuck me hard, Uncle!
Fuck me like a whore!"

Shirlyn's ears burned. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.
Her sister, her beloved sister ... she ... she slept with ... no, she
*fucked* her uncles ... and their sons ... and the servant and ... and
even their *brother*! She watched as they slowed, gasping and panting,
and broke apart. Sheila turned around on her forearms and knees on the
bed and, kneeling behind her, Calvin took his cock in his hand and
slowly squeezed it into her cunt. She gasped thickly, gritting her
teeth, biting her lower lip, her head rising and turning over her
shoulder to her lover. Her breasts hung heavy and swollen and the gold
chain around her neck swayed against her chin. Calvin ran his hands up
her curved body and squeezed her pendulous breasts, pinching her
nipples. She squirmed her buttocks against his crotch.

"Mm ... ohh yeh ... oh that's good, Uncle ... that's so good," Sheila
murmured huskily.

Calvin grinned and, bending forward, his hands squeezing her breasts,
jammed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue in
and out of her mouth.

"You still fucking the servant, whore?" he grunted, sweeping his
tongue through her ear.

Sheila shuddered, groaned, writhed. "Mm ... whenever I can."

"What's he like?"

"Shankar? Great fuck. Good body, big cock. Bigger than yours or Uncle
Stanley's. Not as big as Harry's, but then he's the biggest. You know
that's why I first fucked him -- couldn't resist his cock!"

Calvin grinned and straightened, holding her hips, and began fucking
her with long, slow, deep thrusts. On all fours beneath him, Sheila
gasped, rocking to and fro and back and forth, running her cunt up and
down the length of his cock, moving in concert with her uncle.
Sheila's face was radiant with lust, her nostrils flared, her mouth
open, and she moaned and hissed sexily, mouthing obscenities, goading
her lover.

"Yeh ... fuck me, Uncle Calvin ... fuck me like a whore ... like a
bitch ... oh god that's so good, baby ... ohhh uhhh yeh c'mon, Uncle,
do it! Fuck me hard!"

Grunting, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, Calvin
began fucking her faster and harder and deeper, rocking his hips
against her buttocks with loud slapping sounds, swinging his hips
quickly to and fro, flexing and unflexing his taut buttocks. Shirlyn
watched, groaning in lust, as her uncle's distended penis appeared and
disappeared alternately between the smooth curves of her sister's
buttocks, glistening and gleaming with their coital juices. Faster and
faster they moved, their cries rising in pitch and volume. Sheila's
body jerked and rocked on the bed, her breasts jiggling with Calvin's
thrusts. He gritted his teeth and, stretching his arms, gripped her
shoulders and began to jerk her body savagely back and forth, yanking
her cunt hard up and down on his cock. She cried out, and he gasped,
flinging his head back, moving one leg up along her flank, moving
faster still.

"Yeh ... take it! C'mon, whore! Take it! Take it, you fucking bitch!"
he cried. "Take my cock, slut ... take it all! Ahhhh uhh ahhh uhh oh
fuck oh fuck oh fuck uhhh yes ... ohhhh uhhhh yes!"

Sheila began to orgasm and Calvin moaned, wincing and gasping, still
rocking his cock furiously in and out of her cunt. Her fingers clawed
at the sheets and her buttocks writhed and squirmed in his crotch. Her
orgasm ebbed and she moaned, shuddering, swaying drunkenly under her
uncle.

"Uncle ... let me ... let me suck you," she moaned. "Cream in my
face?"

Calvin grinned and, squeezing her breasts, slid his cock out of her
cunt. He got to his feet and she turned on her knees and buried her
face between his thighs, taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking
it hungrily. He gasped, his hands on her head, moving it back and
forth to suit his pleasure as he pumped his hips to and fro, fucking
her face. She evidently enjoyed sucking cock, for she moaned and
whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat, pumping his shaft in her
fist, her cheeks distended by the bulge of his penis.

"Yeh ... suck it, whore ... suck harder!" Calvin gasped. "C'mon,
Sheila, bitch! Suck my dick! Suck it, slut ... suck, suck, *suck!*"

Sheila responded at once, gripping his hips and pulling his cock
deeper into her mouth. She teased his buttocks open and pressed a
slender finger to his anus. Calvin gasped, his hips twitching
violently and, at once, Sheila opened her mouth wide under his cock,
running her tongue rapidly and lasciviously around his bulging
cock-head, pumping his shaft in one fist. With a shuddering groan,
Calvin exploded. On the other side of the door, Shirlyn watched,
stunned, as her uncle came violently, gasping and moaning, his hips
lurching and twitching as the heat spewed in thick, copious, sticky
jets from the long slit in his cock-head and into her open mouth. Her
face creased in pleasure as she swallowed it, shaking his cock,
spattering her face and breasts with her uncle's seed.

Calvin gasped and sank to the bed and Sheila went down on her back
with him. They kissed, gently and deeply, and he fondled her
cum-sticky breasts, massaging his seed into her flesh, rubbing her
slit with his fingers.

"Fuck me again?" she murmured, sweeping her tongue through his ear,
her fingers busy with his cock, her legs open, writhing against her
uncle.

"In a bit. Need a break."

She giggled and lapped his nipple tenderly. "You're getting old."

"Mm. Can't be helped."

"Fortunately not too old to have the hots for me."

"Never that."

She smiled. "Can I suck your cock? Get you hard?"

"Try."

He turned on his back and she moved over him, snaking slowly down his
body, lapping at his nipples, moving lower, rubbing her lovely breasts
against his cock, nuzzling his crotch. He grunted thickly, lying back,
eyes closed, one hand on her head, the other toying with her breasts.

"Sheila?" he murmured.

"Mm?"

"You still whoring?"

She looked. "Mm. Yes. Very much so. You know I need the money. Harry
doesn't make enough for all three of us."

"Give him time."

"He spends too much on his whores."

"Including you?"

Sheila grinned, wickedly. "Come to think of it, you're right. He's the
one got me into it in the first place. From god knows when. Since I
was what, seventeen, eighteen? You know how he loves watching you two
uncles fuck me. Remember all the photos he takes?"

"Oh fuck yes. Never seems to drop his fucking camera these days!"

"He says it's his job. He's trying to make it as a pornographic
photographer. He says there's a company interested in his work. He
showed some slides last week and a video. If they take him on, he'll
make good. Then we're out of her, he and I and Shirlyn."

"Stan and I'd hate that. Being stuck with those ugly broads we
married."

"I'll never know why you did that, you two. You always had me to
fuck."

"Didn't marry them to fuck, Sheila, you know that. We had to make it
look respectable. Imagine what people would talk, two of us and you,
all marriageable and pretty and all, living under one roof. Our
marriages were good cover."

"Well, you fucked them enough to knock them up and have the boys,
didn't you?" Now Sheila was sucking his cock slowly and deeply,
working it cleverly with her tongue and lips and teeth, rubbing and
licking his balls, masturbating him tenderly. Shirlyn watched,
fascinated.

"Same reason," Calvin went on, answering her question. You know it's
the truth. We've never stopped fucking you, have we? Either of us? And
now our boys are doing it, too!"

"Thank heaven for that." She took his cock deep in her mouth. It was
rising and hardening now, quivering slowly erect. His hips writhed and
bucked unevenly under her face.

"So how's the flesh trade these days?" he grunted.

"Good. Very good."

"Really?"

"Yes. More than I can handle sometimes."

"I hear the competition's getting stiff in this city, now?"

She giggled. "Fortunately so are the men. And that's part of the deal
Harry's working on. If he gets the job, I get in, too. They run an
expensive whorehouse."

Calvin grinned. "Seventh heaven for you, right?"

Shirlyn's ears burned. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her
sister was a whore! A real *whore*! She moaned softly. It was her most
ardent fantasy, to fuck and be paid for it, and here it was, happening
right in her own family, with her own sister, no less!

Calvin's cock was erect now and he pulled her head up. She resisted,
sucking him for a little longer and then rose, smiling wantonly down
at her uncle and moved up over his body, straddling his hips, kneeling
across his lap. She took his cock in her hand and, guiding it between
her thighs, eased her cunt gently down on it with a soft sigh of pure
pleasure. He smiled at her, running his hands up her lovely, slender,
curved body to her breasts. She smiled down at him and, lifting her
hands, tilted her head back and, collecting her hair, bent her neck
and coiled it deftly into a knot high on her head. It was a lovely,
sensuous gesture, and, as her arms moved, so did her breasts and her
belly drew inward. She looked gorgeous and sexy. Calvin fondled her
breasts and she leaned forward on her outstretched arms, slowly moving
and swirling her hips in tight, erotic circles on his lap.

"Feel good, Uncle?" she murmured huskily, her eyes bright. "Does my
cunt feel good on your dick?"

"Wonderful," he grunted, craning his head and sucking gently on her
breasts. "You're the best, Sheila. The best."

"Fuck me, Uncle," she sighed. "Keep fucking me ... I want your cock in
my slit forever and ever!"

Calvin grinned, moving his hips slowly and rhythmically up and down
under her. She rocked back and forth and to and fro on her hands and
knees and Shirlyn saw her cunt running up and down the length of his
swollen cock, her buttocks bobbing off his thighs.

"You can't go on forever, you know," he said.

"What?" she looked down at him puzzled.

"Your whoring. It can't go on endlessly, Sheila, can it?"

"No, it's going to stop sooner or later. I figure I might as well
enjoy it while it lasts. It's a good thing I'm so randy and love
fucking so much."

"I'm not joking, babe. Have you thought about the future? Planned
ahead? Put some money aside? Marriage?"

"There's just about enough, Uncle. I'm expensive. And I'm saving
nicely till Harry gets settled. Then we'll be fine. You don't seem me
splashing it around unnecessarily, do you? It comes in steadily,
though it's hard work. Good thing I enjoy it so much!"

"Good. That's good. What about Shirlyn?"

"What about her?"

"Have you thought about her future? Studies, going abroad, marriage?"

Sheila paused and smiled down at him. "Uncle, Shirlyn is my sister. I
know her. I look at her and I see myself in her. I was just like this
at her age. You know that. You fucked me first when I wasn't much
older. Believe me, she'll find her way. I'm not going to stop her, not
in anything she wants to do, and I mean *anything*. We're good friends
and I'll always be there to help her. Even if she decides to follow in
my footsteps. And I mean that. I won't stop her even then, and I'll
help her if I can."

Calvin stopped and stared at her, dumbfounded. "What are you saying,
Sheila? You mean ... you mean ... she ... you ... you want her to be
like you?"

"What's wrong with that, Uncle? I'm happy, aren't I? She can be happy
like me, can't she? And have you seen her recently? I mean, really
*seen* her?"

"What d'you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed? How good she's looking? How sexy her body is? I
know her, Uncle Calvin. I know she's hot. It won't be long before
she's fucking someone. And I'd like her to do it, enjoy it like I do,
even making a life from it, like I have. Don't forget, I wasn't forced
into whoring. I wanted it. I wanted to be a whore, ever since I was
her age, and, if I know her, she does, or will, too. I just don't want
her to get hurt, that's all. If I knew she was fucking, and she wanted
help, some guidance, pointers, instructions, the kind of things to do,
how to make it better, believe me, I'd teach her. I'm just not rushing
it. Let it happen, and it will. Harry and I will always be there to
help her along, if whoring is what she wants. It's what *we* want."

"You're ... you're incredible! You're mad!" Calvin gasped.

"Am I?" she smiled wantonly, writhing her hips on his groin, flexing
and unflexing her buttocks rhythmically, squeezing her cunt over his
cock so that he groaned and lurched up under her. "See? See how good
that is? Now that's a trick few women know without being taught. It's
good for me, too, and why shouldn't my own sister know it? Think about
it, Uncle, next time you see her. Think about how it would be to fuck
her. She's lovely, she's seventeen, she's hot, she has a great body.
Just imagine her,  moaning and gasping and sweating, sucking your
cock, squeezing it in her cunt ... she'll be a great fuck, just watch.
She'll be very good, and you're going to love every minute of it. Just
imagine! Wouldn't it be grand? If you were fucking *both* sisters? All
of you?"

"Sheila!"

"Uncle, I've had a good life, better than you in your marriage. I
decided not to marry because I like men too much, I love their bodies
and their cocks, and I want them in quantity, not just one man. So why
should my sister have less? Tell me that? I love sex, and she's like
me and she's going to love it, too, I know, more but not less. So I'm
going to help her get everything she wants out of life, take all its
pleasures and none of its pain. That's what life should be. Fun.
Happiness. Why shouldn't I want that for my own sister?"

"But ... but you're asking *me* to fuck *her*! Your *sister*!"

"So? Harry did the same when he asked you to fuck me, offered my body
to you. You didn't say no then, why are you hesitating now? Better
you, who I know, a guy who fucks well and knows how to keep a woman
happy, better one of you I know than some idiot who will give her only
pain and no pleasure. And what's new about it in this family, tell me?
You've always fucked me, you and Stan, ever since Harry introduced me
to you. We've always enjoyed our sex. We still do. You've often told
me how you used to fuck our mother, while Dad watched and encouraged
you. How, often, all three of you would fuck her together. So I guess
it must be in our blood, Uncle, yours and mine, too. I'm just like
you. I fuck my own brother, Harry, and your elder boy and Stanley's.
You've seen me with Jerry and Kenny, haven't you? Weren't you the one
who asked me to help Jerry? Like Stanley did for Kenny? And didn't I
do it? Give them their first fucks? Show them how to fuck a woman like
a woman should be fucked? So I'm asking you to return the favour. Do
for me and my sister what I did, and still do, for you and your sons.
And let them fuck her, too. They're good and they'll be good for her."

Calvin grinned. "Oh you wonderful, horny, hot piece of ass! God, I
love you, Sheila! I love you!"

She grinned and, bending over, kissed him deeply. "I love you, too,
Uncle Calvin. You and Uncle Stan and the boys ... I love you and I
love fucking you. C'mon now ... enough of this serious stuff ... Now I
want it in my ass, Uncle ... c'mon ... fuck my butt!"

She slid off his cock and turned around again on her front, bending
steeply this time, spreading her legs wide, and thrusting her buttocks
up at him. Calvin rose, his eyes glittering with lust and dropped in a
deep squat over her flared hips. He pushed his cock between her
buttocks and then, taking a breath, flexed his buttocks and eased his
hips forward. His cock-head popped into her anus and Sheila cried out,
her face twisting in a paroxysm of excitement, her fingers scrunching
the sheets, her head whipping up, her lips snapping back, her mouth
tearing open, her long neck craned. Above her, Calvin groaned, his
fingertips pressed into the flesh of her buttocks and flung his head
back, his eyes closed.

"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, Sheila, take it! Take my cock! OHHHHH uhh
oh fuck your ass is so good! Take it, Sheila, bitch, take it!"

"AHHHHHhhuhh ohmauhhhhhh ahhh uhhhhh OHHH!" Sheila cried. "Yes uhhh oh
uhhh ohh ma uhh yes ... c'mon ... fuck me! Fuck my butt, baby ... fuck
it deep! Shove your cock right up my ass, baby ... do it! OHH yes ...
c'mon ... deeper ... ahhhhh uhhh yeh ... there! Ohh yes!"

"Ahh uhh ahhh uhh oh baby yes!" Calvin gasped.

"Do it, Uncle! Fuck my ass ... fuck it hard! Just like you're going to
with Shirlyn ... just like the others will ... just like ... Uncle
Stan ... and Kenny ... and Jerry ... and Harry and Shankar ... will
fuck her ... like a whore, baby ... like a whore ... like a rutting
whore, Uncle Calvin ... like a whore! Like ... like *me*!"

				= o =

SHIRLYN SLEPT BADLY, tossing and turning, her mind filled with the
vision of her sister, her beloved sister, Sheila, fucking their Uncle
Calvin ... Sheila moaning and gasping and writhing and sweating ...
bucking and jerking and whimpering like a whore ... like a *whore* ...
as Uncle Calvin thrust his big cock in and out, in and out, in and out
...

The jangle of the doorbell snapped her wide awake. She knew it must be
the milkman. She groaned and slipped out of bed. Whoever was up
earliest had to answer this first bell. She slipped on a long
housecoat and went out across the silent hall. The rest of the
household slumbered on.

The door was slightly ajar when she went out to answer it. Shirlyn
stopped. It was always bolted each night, but now the bolt and the
door were open. She felt a twinge of unease as she peered cautiously
around the door. She was just in time to see Sheila and the milkman
disappear into the stuffy little store-room that opened off the
landing. Her jaw dropped in shock as she realised at once what was
going on for, as Sheila stooped from the waist to undo the padlock on
the store-room door, the milkman was right there with her, grinning,
his hands caressing her buttocks and she was smiling wantonly over her
shoulder at him.

Shirlyn's pulse pounded. Sheila was at it again. This time, with the
milkman! Out here! Where anyone coming up the stairs could see! First
thing in the morning, and Sheila was horny as a bitch in heat!

Suddenly Shirlyn realised that the store-room landing was probably the
best place for Sheila if she wanted an early morning fuck with the
milkman. The flat was on the top floor of the building, and no one
came up except to go to the terrace, and no one went there till very
much later in the day. The store-room was a separate little room with
no access from their flat. It served as a larder and store for junk.
Besides, the flat was the only one on the floor -- unlike the lower
floors which had two flats with doors facing each other across the
landings. Inside the house or out on the landing would be much too
risky at this time.

The store-room was perfect and Sheila had obviously used it before.
Shirlyn waited till they had disappeared into the room, closing the
door behind them and then stepped silently across the landing and
pressed her eye to small hole in the door. It gave her an unobstructed
view into the room.

It was small and dank and stuffy and lit by a single, naked overhead
bulb on a long wire. Shelves lined three walls, filled with large jars
and aluminum bins, the year's supply of cereals and pickles, some old
pillows and sheets, discarded clothes tied in bundles.

Sheila wore a totally transparent negligee that reached just to her
crotch and nothing else. She was evidently naked under it. Her body
looked gorgeous and sexy. Shirlyn bit her lower lip as she felt her
body flush with sex-heat. She squeezed her breasts, fondled her
crotch, realizing with a start that she was no better, perhaps worse
than Sheila; she wanted it, too. Desperately.

Sheila was on her knees before the milkboy. His shorts were rucked to
his ankles. He was gasping and moaning, his head rolling on his
shoulders, his hips pumping. She sucked his cock hungrily, his hips
bucking at her face, her head moving swiftly to and fro, to and fro,
to and fro. The boy's erect cock shone and throbbed in her fist as she
masturbated him the while. Her tongue swirled rapidly over his
cock-head and she cocked an eye at his face and seemed to smile in
pleasure at the lust on it. She thrust her face forward and took his
cock deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her head
rocking back and forth before his juddering loins.

The handsome young lad thrust his hands down her nightgown and groped
her breasts, squeezing them feverishly. His shirt was undone. He had a
smooth, lean well-muscled torso. He was good-looking, fair-skinned,
with fuzz on his upper lip and sharp features. He couldn't have been
more than seventeen.

Sheila sucked relentlessly on his penis, harder and faster, till he
caved in and exploded in her mouth with an animal grunt. Like Kenny
had done with Susan and Calvin with Sheila, the milkboy shot thick
jets of sticky white spoot into Sheila's mouth. She let it dribble
down over her face and lips and neck and down her cleavage, caressing
her face with his prick, licking it clean. The boy pushed her head
away and bent to tug on his shorts.

"Don't be so late if you want to fuck me," she said, looking a little
annoyed. "I was waiting and waiting."

He grinned lewdly at her, cupped her breast. "Horny slut. Had to get
my ticket, I'm off to my village on tonight's bus." He grinned at her
expression of dismay. "But don't worry, bitch ... got a temp to come
in. Specially chose him for you. You're gonna like fucking him. He'll
be here tomorrow."

The boy buttoned his trousers and Shirlyn turned and fled back to her
bedroom, diving under the covers and turning her back and pretending
to be asleep. She heard Sheila come in a minute later, and crossing
over, look down at her younger sister, just checking. Shirlyn steadied
her breath, her eyes closed.

Sheila moved away at last and Shirlyn sighed inwardly. She heard her
sister open her cupboard, a rustle, and then she went into the
bathroom. Shirlyn immediately thrust her fingers into her crotch and
began masturbating frantically, orgasming within seconds with a
stifled groan.

It was very sexy. Very, very sexy. She could hardly wait to watch
Sheila the next morning.

Her excitement woke her at the first chime of the doorbell the next
morning. Shirlyn lay in bed, feigning sleep, as she heard Sheila slip
out of the room. She waited until the door was closed and then stole
over. Across the room, on the far side, Harry slept with his face to
the wall, snoring softly. Shirlyn peered out into the hall. Sheila was
at the door, handing the boy the milk coupons. She was dressed, like
the previous day, only in a short nightgown of some transparent
material, clasped loosely at the throat. She was quite obviously naked
beneath it. The boy took the coupons from her, and his eyes were on
her nude body beneath the gown, his body frozen. He held the coupons
without moving an inch. Sheila waited, her excitement mounting
quickly. She slid her fingers over his wrist and tugged him gently out
of the house, quietly shutting the door behind them and leading him to
the store.

Shirlyn found him very sexy. He was dressed as always only in a pair
of shorts and an open shirt that flapped wide, held by the single,
very last button. He was tall and lean and dark with a solid, hard
chest, deep and muscular, broad shoulders, a flat belly with small
hips and taut buttocks. His torso was smooth and dark and hairless.
The arms and forearms were broad and thick with long, sinewed muscle.
He had a clean-shaven, square-jawed face, the eyes small and piercing,
the nose strong and long, the mouth wide with strong, even teeth. He
was a little older than the guy of the morning before, perhaps
eighteen or twenty. His slim, even cruel lips parted as he ogled
Sheila with mounting lust. Her own lust grew at sight and smell of
him, the sheen of sweat on his body arousing her intensely.

The youth reached up and flicked open the button of the gown at
Sheila's throat. It split open, fell to her feet. She was naked
beneath. He groped her breasts, squeezing them hard, pinching the
already stiff nipples, his face suffused with lust, panting. His cock
was already forming a thick bulge in his shorts.

Sheila bit her lower lip and stifled a moan, her nostrils flared, her
eyes glassy and half- shut with excitement. She caressed his damp
torso, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it wide open, kissing and
licking his nipples, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest and
belly. Slowly, she slid her fingers under the waistband of his shorts.
The boy stiffened. Shirlyn saw her eyes dilate in surprise and
pleasure and the boy grinned as she looked up at him and thrust her
hand in deeper, gripping his cock and jerking it.

"Yeh, great cock," the boy boasted, fondling her breasts harder. "Not
likely you'll find a guy better hung'n me, slut!"

He pressed down at her shoulders, but she hardly needed the prodding.
She slipped to her knees, sexual hunger apparent and visible on her
pretty face. She unfastened his shorts and rolled them down. His cock
bobbed erect.

He was right. It was an unusually large member. It was fully ten
inches long, over an inch and a half thick, circumcised, with big,
heavy balls and a thatch of dark, springy, pubic hair. Veins ridged
the length of the cock. It was obvious that this one was someone proud
of his endowments, and with a fair idea of his abilities to use them
to effect. He had shaved his cock-shaft down to the hilt to make for
smoother, deeper penetration and heightened satisfaction.

Sheila moaned softly, her eyes half closed as she stroked and caressed
his cock, cupping and rubbing his balls, fisting and jerking him
steadily. The boy grunted, his head bent, blowing his breath out to
keep control, his chest heaving, belly drawn in with the strain. Then
Sheila parted her lips and quickly slid them down deep around his
cock, sucking hard. The boy cried out in shock and surprise, gasping,
his head arching back, his belly snapping in,  his hips jerking
forward at her face. He gripped the back of her head and pumped his
hips, fucking her mouth rapidly as Sheila sucked him off expertly. She
had his cock in her fist, jerking it swiftly, her head bobbing rapidly
to and fro, her tongue winding and coiling serpentine about the
bulbous cock-head. His cock shone with her spittle and pre-cum gunk,
gobs of it appearing on her lips and fingers, sticky and warm.

"Oh uhh OHHHHH uhh OH uh OH uh OHHHH ... *hanh ... choos ... jorse
choos* uhhhh OHH!" the boy gasped, panting feverishly.

Sheila sucked and jerked his cock expertly, her mouth open, driving
him wild with the desire to come in her mouth, running it over and
between her swollen breasts to leave a sticky trail over her flesh.
The boy stood there on trembling legs, his face flushed, panting and
gasping and crying out, fucking her face desperately, his bloated
penis distending her lovely face.

His climax loomed and Sheila gauged it to perfection. She moved to the
floor on her back and drew him down with her, between her forked,
spread and bent legs. The boy leaned over her on his outstretched arms
and knees, hands on the floor and she took his cock, guiding him into
her cunt.

"C'mon ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt!" she whispered throatily. "*Chodh
mujhe*!"

With a deep moan, the boy rammed his cock into her, gasping, the
breath shooting from his throat as he went deep into her slit. Sheila
arched steeply under him as the huge cock reamed into her flesh and
the breath hissed between her fiercely clenched teeth. Her lips drew
back, bared in a rictus of lust.

"Ah-uh-ah-uh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila cried in a low, thick voice..
"Oh ma uhhh ahh uhhhh ohhhhhhh!"

Her body bowed steeply, veins and tendons popped and stood out in her
neck, her head jerked back, her eyes screwed shut. Watching them,
Shirlyn groaned, masturbating.

"Ohh uhhh OHH!" the boy went, his head snapping back, his buttocks
flexing taut.

In a flash, her legs were raised high and hooked about the small of
his back, her hands digging fiercely into the taut muscles of his
shoulders and arms. He began fucking her furiously, pumping his hips
feverishly, ram-fucking her straight off, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing as he drove his cock like a piston at her cunt, the huge
pillar of cock-flesh glistening and gleaming with her oral
ministrations and now their comingled coital juices as it hammered in
and out, emerging and disappearing between her distended, open
cunt-lips. She gasped and moaned as he fucked her, his huge cock
reaming and ramming into her, spiralling down as he swung his hips
violently in hard circles. Beneath him, Sheila's body jerked and
snapped with each thrust, her breasts jiggling, her hips jerking and
heaving and writhing, gyrating under his. Her nipples were nut-hard,
her mouth open in a wide 'O'.

"Ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohmauhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh uhhh ahhhhhhuhhhhoh uhhh
ohhhh uhhh ohhhhh uhh *hanh-hanh-hanh* uhhh ... aise ohhhhh  uhhh
*hanh* uhhh yes uhhh *aise chodh* ... ohmauhahhhuhhhh hanh ... ohhhhh
uhhh *lele ... hanh ... lele mujhe ... chodh mujhe chodh jorse chodh
chul aur jorse hanh* uhhhhh *hanh*-uh-*hanh*-uhh ah uhh ah uh ah uh
ahhhh!"  Sheila cried.

They fucked furiously, hard and deep and fast, his buttocks pumping
and pounding, rocketing up and down, driving his cock like trip-hammer
in and out of her cunt, ramming it in, pulling out then ramming in
again with a savage sweeping roll of his lean hips, screwing her from
all angles. His head was flung back, his eyes closed, lips pursed, his
nostrils flared as he concentrated on fucking her, slamming his hips
up and down, up and down, up and down, panting. Sheila's face rolled
from side to side, her hands rising to link behind his neck, digging
in fiercely. Her body jerked and rocked, her swollen breasts jiggling,
her gold necklace dancing on her dusky skin. She soared over the crest
of her orgasm, her cunt convulsing and spasming, hot and tight on his
searing cock, as the milkboy screwed her like a gutterslut. He felt
the warm ooze of her cum on his cock and moaned. Instantly, she opened
her legs wide, unhooking them and spread them wide for him, her hands
flying down to clench his buttocks, parting the lobes, her slender,
shapely finger slipping between them to his anus.

"Ohhhhhh uhhh *hanh*!" the milkboy cried ecstatically and plunged deep
into her hard, making her gasp and moan.

Faster and faster he went, his hips swinging and rocking madly up and
down, his glistening cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her body
jerked and writhed under his, her breasts jiggling and jumping, her
sexy gold necklace dancing on her honey skin. Her nipples were
rock-hard and she hissed loudly in pleasure, sliding her hands up her
body to cup and squeeze them sexily, her head turning from side to
side.

Shirlyn saw that he was good at it. He found a rhythm, rapid and deep,
piercing and skewering her cunt powerfully, and held it for a long
time. She groaned, soaring up to another orgasm. He continued fucking
her. Suddenly, he slid out of her and, rearing on his knees, made her
turn on her front on the cool tiled floor. Sheila whimpered thickly,
turned on her forearms and knees before the milkboy. He chuckled
softly, his mouth open, panting heavily, and, taking his cock in his
hand, squeezed it slowly between her buttocks and into her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh uhhhh OH ma uhhhh ohhhh!" Sheila cried, her head rising, her
face twisted with lust as the huge cock surged into her cunt again.

The youth chuckled and began fucking her rapidly from behind like a
bitch in heat. Gripping her hips, he swung his own back and forth in a
rapid-fire rhythm, pushing his cock in and out of her cunt, his thighs
slapping loudly at her buttocks. His cock appeared and disappeared
between the smooth curves of her buttocks. Her gold necklace dangled
and swung. Her swollen, succulent, pendulous breasts jiggled with his
thrusts. He slid his hands up under her body and squeezed them
eagerly, pinching and tweaking her erect nipples. Sheila shuddered and
moaned, rocking back and forth on all fours, running her cunt up and
down the length of his bloated penis.

"*Hanh* uh *hanh* uhh *hanh* uhhh yes ... ohh yes ... fuck me ... fuck
me, baby ... *chodh mujhe ... jorse chodh*!" she gasped. "Oh ma uh oh
ma uhh oh ma uhh *hanh*!"

"C'mon ... take it ... c'mon, whore ... take it! Oh fuck uhh yes oh
yes ohhh uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhh uhh *hanh*!" the boy panted, fucking
her faster and faster.

She came yet again and now he lost control, gasping and wincing, and,
his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, rammed his cock
into her hard, once, twice, three, four, five times, each thrust
making her lurch forward and cry out sharply and thinly. He rammed in
yet again and then, his buttocks flexed taut, his hips twitching at
her buttocks, groaned loudly as the heat erupted from his cock in a
volcanic explosion. Beneath him, Sheila gasped, shuddering and mewing
in pleasure as the heavy flood of his hot, creamy jizz spurted and
spurted and spurted into her sodden slit.

Slowly, she eased herself forward off his cock. The boy sank back on
his haunches, his chest heaving, his mouth open, panting and gasping,
his cock dwindling. Slowly, she got to her feet and, without another
word or looking back at him, slipped into her negligee.

"Come back tomorrow," she said softly. "Come back every morning as
long as you're the temp."

"And after that."

"Come back anyway," Sheila laughed, and buttoned her gown demurely to
the throat. "Come back anyway!"

				= o =

SHIRLYN WOKE WITH A START in the middle of the night. She could hear
voices in the kitchen adjoining their little room. She swung out of
bed and stumbled out blinking sleep from her eyes. There was no one
else at home but she and her brother and sister. The others had all
gone out of town for the weekend.

Her sister and brother were fucking on the kitchen floor. She came
wide awake, gaping, her body responding in the now familiar flush of
lust-heat.

Sheila was beautiful. Her skin was dusky and creamy, her body firm and
well curved. Her breasts were full and round. They were swollen now,
her aureoles puckered with excitement, the stubby nipples nut-hard.
Her belly was firm and flat, and her hips flared to nice legs. Her
limbs were slender and shapely. Her feet and hands were slender and
well-formed. She wore a gold ring on her ring finger. Her lovely face
was radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung back,
her rosebud lips parted, her small, perfect teeth bared in a rictus of
lust. Her slender nose was flared.

Her body jerked and rolled back and forth, her back bowing taut as her
brother fucked her rapidly. Harry was bent over her on his knuckles
and knees, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, bobbing furiously over
her heaving loins. He was dark and lean, with a finely muscled, strong
body. He was handsome and tall and looked wiry and tough. His
shoulders were wide, the arms and legs filled with long, thick, sinewy
muscle. His chest was hard and cleaved, the belly flat. His hips were
small, the buttocks firm and taut. His torso was smooth and hairless.
He was intensely good-looking, with fine, chiselled features:
clean-shaven, square-jawed, with a sharp, aquiline nose, a wide, slim
mouth, teeth that were very white and strong and dark, deep-set eyes.
His hair was cut in short plucks, swept back over a wide brow. His
penis was huge. Shirlyn reckoned it to be over nine inches long and
correspondingly thick.

Sheila obviously loved every inch it. She was on her back, her legs
forked and spread with Harry bucking between them. Her legs were
curled about his thighs. Her hips heaved up at his. Shirlyn stared at
them. Harry's swollen, glistening cock, ridged with thick veins,
plunged deeply in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. He
could hear it squelching into her belly, rasping out, squelching in
again, drawing shuddering moans from her. Her body snapped and bowed
with his savage thrusts, curling under his. Her head flipped from side
to side. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. The thin gold chain
around her neck tossed and slithered between her breasts. Harry's
buttocks flexed and unflexed, his cock rose, slid into her like a
sword, lifted up again. Faster and faster he moved, thrusting deeper
and harder into her. He flung his head back, his eyes closed. Sheila
dug her fingers into his bunched biceps. Her shoulders hunched, her
breasts squeezed together, the gold chain around her neck crushed
between the lovely mounds. Their cries rang in Shirlyn's ears.

"Ohhh Harry-Harry-Hauhhry! unhhh ... oh-ohh-ohh!" she gasped loudly.
"*Hanh*  uhh uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh uhh ohmauhhohhhuhh
oh oh ohhh uhh ohhmaohmaohmaohhhhh!"

"Unhhh ... unhh ... unhhh ... *chul ... chul rundi chul ... lele saali
rahnd lele ... le merelavdeko* *hanh* uhhhhhhh!" he panted, using the
vernacular, switching between that and English. "C'mon, whore ... take
it! Take my cock, you whoring bitch ... take it!"

He began pistoning like a trip-hammer at full blast, his cock ramming
in and out, in and out, in and out. He paused for a second to lever
her thighs wider apart and to lean more steeply over him. At once he
hit a furious, feverish, ram-fucking stroke again that tore a choking
gasp from her throat. Their bodies glistened with sweat.

Harry slowed suddenly and she moaned, squeezing her breasts in her
hands, rolling the heavy mounds under her palms, tweaking her nipples.
She caressed his hard chest and belly, and then her hands slid to her
loins and Shirlyn saw her left hand encircle his pistoning shaft, the
right clawing her cunt-lips open.  Harry's cock rasped between her
fingers. Shirlyn thought the sight of the dark cock in her fair
fingers, under her gold band, was incredibly sexy.

Harry's hips rose and fell, rose and fell, his cock gliding smoothly,
deeply, in and out, in and out, in and out. She whimpered and arched,
writhing in pleasure and began to orgasm, her body stiffening suddenly
under him, twitching as the waves crashed over her. Her body arched to
his, pressing hard against him, her fingers digging into his strong
shoulders. When she had finished, Harry slowly pulled out of her. His
cock was still rock-hard. She moaned, caressing it, her shoulders
hunched, her pretty face turned to one side, begging for more.

"Don't stop," she pleaded. "C'mon, Harry love, fuck me again!"

Shirlyn could scarcely believe his ears. She was acting like a bitch
in heavy rut. Harry grinned.

"Okay," he chuckled. "Whatever you say, whore! In your ass! Want it?"

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

He was going to fuck her ass! Shirlyn watched in disbelief as Sheila
smiled at her brother. She got to her feet and leaned over the kitchen
counter, her buttocks thrust back at him. They lobed open, exposing
her puckered anus. Harry licked four fingers in an utterly obscene
action and smeared his spittle around her asshole.

"Wait," he muttered. He stretched an arm around her and flipped open
the lid of the butter dish. He dug his fingers into the soft yellow
butter and scooped up a generous pat. Grinning at her, smeared it
around her anus. Sheila writhed, whimpering. He smeared his erect cock
with it, coating it thickly. It shone and glistened dully.

"Now c'mon," he muttered and shuffled forward.

Harry pressed his cock-head to her anus. Shirlyn saw her tense. Harry
chuckled and spread her buttocks wide open. His cock slipped around at
her anus. He guided it to the orifice and his buttocks flexed. Sheila
tensed and bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body
trembled. Her breasts and the gold chain swung free. Harry splayed her
buttocks with one hand and slowly pushed his cock-head inward. It
found its target, held. Sheila gasped and stiffened. Her fingers
clawed. She clenched a towel rod on the tiled counter wall. Harry slid
his hips forward.

"OHMAOHMAOHMAOHHHHHHHHH!" Sheila called, her face twisting with shock
and agony and delight.

Harry's head jerked back and he gasped. Shirlyn watched transfixed as
the huge cock slithered between her buttocks, vanishing inexorably
into her rear channel. Harry clenched her buttocks, pulled them wide,
and thrust deeper and deeper and deeper. Sheila began to pant in pain
and joy, her voice ragged and hoarse, her mouth torn open, her head
jerked up. In and in and in he went, gritting his teeth, biting his
lower lip, his head falling on his chest, now holding her hips and
driving deeper. He went in to the hilt, and held still. Sheila sobbed,
her breath coming in heaving rasps.

"OH-Harry ... Harry ... Harry ... c'mon ... do it ... quickly ... fuck
me!" she gasped. "Fuck my ass, Harry baby ... fuck my ass!"

She was enjoying it! Sheila was actually enjoying it! Shirlyn watched
in amazement and mounting excitement. Harry leaned forward and
squeezed her swollen breasts hard. They grew slippery with the butter.
He stroked and caressed her belly, her buttocks, her hips, her breasts
again. Holding her hips, he began move his own slowly, fucking her
ass. Sheila gasped, rocking and lurching beneath him, turning her arm
to cup her dangling breast, squeezing and kneading it in excitement.

"Yes ... OHhhh yes yes OHHhhh yes yes OHhhhgodyes!" she cried. "OHH
uhh Ohma uhhh Harry uhhh OHHHHHH uhh OHH god yes!"

"C'mon, whore ... c'mon ... take it ... take my cock right up your
ass, Sheila whore ... just like you do with the servant, baby ... and
with Kenny ... and Jerry ... and Uncle Stan ... and Uncle Calvin ...
and *me*! Take it, whore! Take it! *Le*, *rundi*, *le*! *Lele* *mere*
*lund* *ko*!" Harry cried.

He slid a hand under her belly and began to stroke her clitoris.
Sheila gasped and her buttocks trembled. Now she was rocking to and
fro of her own accord, sliding her ass to and fro on his shaft. Harry
began to move faster. His belly sucked in. Controlling her movements
with his fingertips on her upper buttocks, he impaled her asshole with
his penis, shoving it in, pulling out, thrusting in again. His cock
shone and glistened as it emerged and disappeared between the lobes of
her buttocks. Her cries were small, broken, her face distorted in a
rictus of agonised passion. Harry moved faster still, his hips jerking
rapidly to and fro, his cock gliding in and out.

He paused to spread his legs on either side of her hips. He leaned
over her with his hands on the counter edge, his cock buried deep in
her, his body bent over hers. She was pinned beneath him. She waited
for him to take his pleasure. His buttocks reared suddenly, sharply,
then drove down into her savagely.

With a shuddering cry, Harry began to ram-fuck her butt. Sheila's
breath ripped from her throat in a hoarse, ululating cry. Her mouth
tore open. Her breasts began to jiggle furiously, her necklace
whipping frantically back and forth. Harry's hips slammed into her
buttocks again and again, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, rising
and falling, his cock pistoning furiously in and out, in and out.

"AHHH UHH AHHH UH AH UH AH UH AH UH OHMA UH OHMA OH MA OHMA UHHH AHH
UHH OH UHH OH GOD UHH HARRY! OH BABY YES UHH OH HARRY YES!" she cried,
her face contorted.

"Ah uh ah uh fuck yes oh fuck yes oh yeh take it, whore, take it!" he
went.

He was streaming with sweat now, his body arched, his head flung back
and his mouth torn open. Faster and faster he went and even as Shirlyn
watched, Sheila began to orgasm. She went rigid under him, clawing and
moaning, her head arched hard. Her breath came in broken rasps, her
moans were thick and heavy and long. Harry continued to butt-fuck her
gently. At last he stopped and slowly drew out of her.

"Liked it, whore?" he chuckled, spreading his legs. "Liked having my
cock up your ass?"

"Oh god, yes," she gasped. "God, Harry ... that was incredible!"

He laughed loudly and slowly squeezed his cock up into her cunt.
Sheila moaned, unresisting, as her brother fucked her cunt steadily
with long, deep, piercing thrusts.

"Harry," she gasped. "Please ... let me suck you ... I want your cum
in my mouth ... please?"

Harry snorted in delight and slid out of her. She stood trembling
against the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps.
Harry moved around and hopped up on the counter in front of her face.
She groaned, her head bowed, her body heaving. His rampant penis was
thrust at her face.

"Suck me, Sheila bitch," Harry said softly. "Suck my cock, slut ...
suck it good ... c'mon ... do it!"

Sheila groaned. Harry smiled and pulled her head down to his groin.
Shirlyn was now totally dumbstruck. Harry's butter-smeared penis,
glistening with the juices from her cunt and anus was at her face.
Laughing softly at her head bent over his lap, Harry stroked her face
with it, teasing her, dodging her questing lips. Finally, he relented
and let her have it. Her tongue flickered out and wound about the
sticky, slimy, slippery cock-head. She began to lick it eagerly, like
a hungry puppy, running her tongue up and down the shaft. It didn't
seem to matter that it had just invaded her asshole.

"How does it taste, whore, the taste of your *bhosdi*?" he chuckled.
"Like it, eh? Yeh ... c'mon ... suck harder, bitch ... suck harder!
*Harder*, whore, *suck harder*!"

She slipped her lips around his cock-head and part of his cock-shaft.
Her cheeks billowed with his size. She began to suck his cock, jerking
his cock, holding his thigh, her cheeks hollowing. Her head moved back
and forth on his twitching loins. He held her head and began to fuck
her mouth. Harry gasped, flinging his head back and groaning in
delight. His belly drew in with tension. She cupped his low, heavy
balls, fondling them. He looked down at her, one hand on her head,
jerking it to and fro. She opened her mouth and her tongue flickered
like lightning over his glans. Harry lost control.

Shirlyn watched, stunned, as Sheila let her brother spew his jizz into
her mouth.  She opened her mouth and jerked his cock. Cum spattered on
her face and neck and dangling breasts. She took his cock deep in her
mouth again and sucked it some more, her head moving rapidly, drawing
the very last drop of jizz out of his cock. Spunk dribbled down her
chin and over her breasts, spattering on the counter.

Harry grinned at her, leaning back on his hands. Sheila licked his
thighs and groin like a rutting bitch. Shirlyn watched pop-eyed, as
she lifted her breasts and rubbed them into the puddled gunk on the
counter in an utterly wanton action. She rose with her breasts shining
with gunk and arched her chest to his head, sliding an arm around his
neck, drawing his lips to her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her
face creased in a smile of delight as his tongue and teeth caressed
her nipples.

"C'mon Harry," she murmured lasciviously, kissing him hungrily,
slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth. "Let's do it all over
again! I'm still hot ... fuck me, Harry, baby ... fuck me like a
slut!"

				= o =

SEEING KENNY AND SUSAN and her sister Sheila and Calvin and Sheila and
the milkboy and Sheila and their brother Harry -- *especially* her
sister and Harry -- Shirlyn was in a complete daze. She couldn't
believe what she had seen and heard. Her sister was a *whore*. A
proper, full-fledged whore. Who took money to let money fuck her. And
her sister slept with ... no, her sister *fucked* Uncle Calvin. And
Uncle Stanley. And their cousins, Kenny and Jerry. And the servant,
Shankar. And even their brother, Harry. And no doubt she'd fuck the
younger boys, too, when she felt it was the right time. And her sister
had always been a whore, and so had their mother, and her father had
known it and encouraged it, and wanted it, and her brother took photos
of men fucking his sister.

And her sister expected her, Shirlyn, to do no less. She didn't mind.
She expected it. She wanted it. She was waiting for it, and she would
help her to become a good lover ... no, to become a good *fuck*, a
good *piece of ass*.

It was too much to comprehend all at once, and it took Shirlyn several
days to fully understand the dimensions of the revelation. Once she
had grasped its implications, she felt much calmer and decided she
would have to make good choice for a first lover. She debated for
several days, during which time she watched Kenny and Susan fucking,
and Uncle Stanley and Sheila, and Sheila with Kenny and with Jerry. On
one hot afternoon, she watched Harry fuck Sheila while their cousins
Kenny and Jerry waited their turn. Then, after Harry was done,
creaming copiously in Sheila's butt, the two cousins fucked her
together while Harry took photographs and shot a video. Shirlyn moaned
in excitement, aching to suck her brother's penis, her lust inflamed
by its enormity.

She just couldn't make up her mind. Her lust for Harry was deep -- he
was incredibly handsome and had such a big cock, and the things he had
done with Sheila, fucking her relentlessly like a demon while she
thrashed ecstatically -- Shirlyn wanted it to be her.

Kenny and Jerry were attractive, too -- Jerry was younger, but he,
too, had a hard body that he was working on developing, handsome
features and a sizable penis. When he fucked her sister, he seemed to
have more imagination than Kenny, though Kenny was stronger and lasted
longer. Her uncles, Calvin and Stanley, were experienced, adroit, very
capable and attractive.

And then there was the servant, Shankar, muscular and good-looking,
though not very tall, but with strong features, a square jaw, a
straight nose, dark eyes, thick black hair and a manly square jaw.
Unlike most servants, he was clean-shaven, abjuring the wispy
mustaches the others favoured. His body was sexy, wide-shouldered,
broad in the chest, with a hard belly, slim waist and thickly muscled
arms and legs. She watched him fuck Sheila one day, taking her rapidly
and deeply, mouthing sexy obscenities, fucking her again and again
while Sheila orgasmed repeatedly.

She couldn't make up her mind. Kenny and Jerry were closer to her age,
and that made them sexier. But they were relatively inexperienced.
Uncle Calvin and Uncle Stanley seemed too old for her; she wanted a
sense of exhilaration and exploration, not a sense of deliberation.
Harry was ... well, she wanted to save Harry. It had to be special
with him. And he was too close, he was her brother. She wasn't quite
ready for that. She wanted a man who would take her like a woman, like
a *whore*, not someone who knew he had to tutor her.

That left Shankar. Perhaps, after all, it would be best with him. And
there was something indefinably risqué, inherently erotic, about
fucking the *servant*, a man who was not her peer, socially. It had an
element that others would see as sleaze but, to her, was more a
question of raw lust. With him, there would be no complicated family
issues, no vexing emotional ties; just sex, pure, hard, simple.

It was her sister who resolved the issue and helped her make her
decision.

They were in their room late one night and Sheila was brushing
Shirlyn's hair before the mirror. Shirlyn sat on the stool at the
dressing table. Her sister smiled at her in the glass.

"So have you decided which one?" Sheila asked gently.

"What?" Shirlyn bent her head and looked up over the tops of her eyes
as her sister ran the brush through her tumbling dark hair, tinted by
gorgeous brown highlights.

"Which guy is going to have the honour, dear? Have you decided?"

"What? What honour, Sheila? What guy?"

Her sister shook her head. "Come off it, Shirlyn. You know what I'm
talking about. You've been dreaming about sex for ages now, haven't
you? And masturbating? And wondering which guy to sleep with? Or
should I say, *fuck*?"

"Sheila!"

"Shirlyn, please. I know you. You *are* my sister, and you're more
like me than you know. I was just like this at your age, believe me.
All I could think of was that. Sex. Men. Guys. Fucking. Cocks. My cunt
and tits. Getting laid."

"Sheila, what are you saying!"

Sheila sighed in exasperation. "Please, girl, don't play games with
me. You have been masturbating, haven't you?"

Shirlyn stared at her in the mirror.

"Haven't you? Well?"

Slowly, Shirlyn nodded.

"And dreaming of it?"

Shirlyn nodded again.

"Ever seen a cock? A man naked?"

Shirlyn hesitated. Then she nodded.

"Really. That's good. Tell me who."

Shirlyn paused. Then, in a very soft voice, she said, "Kenny. Jerry.
Uncle Calvin. Uncle Stanley."

Her sister looked at her directly. "*All* of them? My, my. What have
you been doing, spying?"

Shirlyn looked her in the eye and then suddenly, wickedly, grinned.
"Actually, yes. I've been watching Kenny and Susan. And Kenny and
Jerry and Uncle Calvin and Uncle Stanley with you. And Shankar. And I
saw Kenny's sexy movies and read his magazines. And yes, I've been
masturbating."

Sheila smiled hugely. "See," she murmured. "I told you. It was the
same with me at that age. I loved it. But you haven't had sex yet?"

"No. You know that. You asked me who I wanted."

"Just making sure. You want it, though, don't you?"

"More than anything else, Sheila. So much it hurts."

"That's good. That kind of hunger is good. What have you decided?"

"I haven't. Not yet."

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"Yes. I'm so confused! They're all so sexy, and I don't know which
..."

"Shankar."

"What?"

"Fuck Shankar."

"The servant? That Shankar?"

"Yes. That Shankar. The servant."

The two ladies paused, looked at each other in the mirror and then
burst out laughing.

"That's the one you'd decided on, hadn't you?" Sheila laughed. "That's
the one you wanted all along?"

"Yes. Actually, yes. Not the only one I want, but him first."

"Tell me why you want him."

"No. First *you* tell me why you suggested his name."

"No, you tell me."

Shirlyn pouted and stuck out her tongue at her sister. "Okay. I'll
tell you. Because the boys are too young and Harry's too close and
Uncle Calvin and Uncle Stanley might be too ... too conscious, you
know? They'll be specially cautious and all that kind of thing. I
don't want that. Not the first time."

"What do you want, then?"

"A guy who takes me for what I am. Like a woman should be had."

"Good. Very good," her sister nodded. "And just how do you think a
woman should be had,  Shirlyn?" Sheila was twisting her hair into a
plait now.

"Ouch, careful, not so tight," Shirlyn grimaced. "Well, I thought it
should be, you know, not too gentle, not too rough. Just right. Full
of, um, *fire*, but not so that it hurts. With ... with *hunger*, not
like a biology class. Am I right?"

"Absolutely, my love," her sister said. "That's the correct approach.
And yes, I agree, I think Shankar would be just right."

"What's *your* reason?"

Sheila laughed. "I should know, shouldn't I? God knows I've fucked him
often enough. Well, let me tell you. He's good, very good. He knows
how to fuck a woman. Just the right touch of rough play, and he's
careful not to hurt. His cock's big, but not too big. Harry, for
instance, his cock is huge. Some women find it painful. Shankar's just
right for a first time."

"Also," Shirlyn grinned. "He's the *servant*. I think that's very
sexy. Isn't it?"

Her sister laughed, delight visible in every line of her face. "Spot
on, child. It is *extremely* sexy, because it's one of those things
we're just not supposed to do. So now. Tell me. How are you going to
go about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you can't just go up to him and say 'fuck me', can you?"

"Why not?"

"Because, child, that's not half as much fun, and it's not nearly as
good that way. You have to get him hot for you. Tempt him. Tease him.
Flirt with him. Get him hot and excited, have him ogle you so that
he's panting to fuck you, wanting you. You must draw it out. Then,
when it does happen, it's explosive. Absolutely volcanic. Trust me.
It'll bring out the fire in him and if you let him know it's the first
time for you, he'll be even more excited and the fucking will be that
much better."

"But ... but what should I *do*, actually?"

"Dress differently, for one thing. Low cut blouses. *Saris*. Guys like
Shankar love women in *saris*. Clinging T-shirts. The bathrobe.
Something like that."

Shirlyn grinned. Her sister finished braiding her hair and Shirlyn got
up and, turning, hugged her sister. Sheila kissed her tenderly on the
forehead.

"Oh, Sheila, I'm so happy you're not like other sisters," Shirlyn
murmured. "You're really a friend. Tell me ... when ... when I ...
when I *fuck* Shankar ... will you ... would you be there?"

Sheila smiled and shook her head. "No, Shirlyn. I won't. It's
something you have to find and experience on your own. No one else can
or should be part of it. Certainly not the first time. Perhaps another
time, when you've got used to his body, and yours, and the things you
do together."

Shirlyn was silent, holding her sister close.

"I understand," Shirlyn said softly. "Thank you."

Sheila sensed the tension and apprehension in her sister and smiled,
stroking her hair tenderly. "You're lovely, Shir," she said softly.
"Very lovely, very sexy. You will be good in bed, and you will enjoy
yourself. Remember that -- it's the only thing that matter -- enjoy
the sex, learn to relish fucking. There's no joy like it in anything
else. Be happy, Shirlyn. Always be happy."

				= o =

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