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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 4 : SWEAT SEX TEENS

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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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 grinning. 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. In
college, she was fucking Dinkar, a lower-middle class youth of extremely
modest means and poor English. He was diffident and shy in a predominantly
wealthy crowd fluent in English and foreign languages. Anuja first seduced
him more out of sympathy than anything else and was delighted to discover
that, not only did he have a good, hard, lean body and a sizable cock, but
he was also an imaginative and demanding lover. He especially enjoyed
raiding her ass. Her delight grew when she found he had an elder brother who
was even better and, before long, she was fucking both youths, often
together.

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 visualise 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 guy in college. Dinkar. His brother.
Some of their friends."

"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 from 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 swung 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 contorting 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 thighs, 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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