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-- Mary Jorsay Gandmar maryjg@finebody.com

PENTAPRISM : Chapter 2 : Line Of Sight

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

For a glossary of Indian words, see
http://home.onestop.net/cyrene/prose/glossary/glossary.htm
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The handsome young servant pressed his eye cautiously to the keyhole
of the locked door. His vision was framed by the aperture. He held his
breath and watched the seventeen-year old girl within the room.

Humming to herself, Anuja selected a cassette and popped it into the
stereo deck. She adjusted the controls and a popular number began
playing, with a steady, insistent beat. Snapping her fingers, mouthing
the words, jigging in tune to the music, she crossed to the bank of
closets. The servant's view was obscured by the open leaf. She closed
it, her arms full of clothes and dumped them on the bed at the far end
of the room, directly opposite the door. She flipped open a box of
assorted chocolates from the bedside table and, selecting one, popped
it into her mouth.

There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot of
the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her long
white *kurta*, pulled it off her head. The servant gasped behind the
door. He could see hear naked back, the bra straps. She tugged at the
drawcord of her *churidar* and it rustled to her feet. Her panties
were very small, white. Humming, she turned and now he had a glimpse
of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.

She was very lovely. Dusky, sensual, fleshy, with large, dark eyes,
lined with *kajal*, thick black hair that fell to her waist in a
braid. Her skin was smooth and clear, with several attractive and sexy
birth-marks on her face and neck. He saw one on the inside of her left
breast. Her breasts were large and full and heavy, with a devastating
cleavage. She wore a gold chain around her neck. It glistened against
her tawny skin. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared
perfectly, to sweetly curved buttocks and long, firm legs. Her limbs
were smoothly turned and her feet and hands were elegant and shapely,
beneath slender wrists and ankles. She wore a silver toe-ring, two
diamond rings on one finger, a small diamond nose-stud, matching
ear-rings. A *bindi* dotted the middle of her forehead. Her nose was
slightly heavy, but perfect on her. Her lips were full and luscious
and her teeth were perfect, white and strong and even.

Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that
only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious brown
globes bare. He could see the stubs of her nipples and the dark
shadows of her aureoles through the fine material. Her panties were so
small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark hair crept from
either side of the V. The darkness of her delta was clearly visible.
The servant groaned softly as he watched her.

She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her bra.
Her chest thrust outward and her breasts strained at the confines for
a second, and then she slipped the straps off her rounded shoulders
and her breasts bounced free. She tossed the bra into the pile of
clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking her hands in her
panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside. The servant stared at
her naked body in mounting desire. The dark triangle of her cunt
mesmerised him. As he watched, she bent to pick up the discarded
clothes and carried them to the laundry basket in the corner. She
dumped them in it and strolled back. The servant watched her breasts
bouncing.

She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see her
front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled her
long braid into a knot high on the back of her head, accentuating the
sweep of her neck. The gold chain glistened on her flesh. Then she
paused and smiled at her reflection. She looked at her teeth,
grimacing, turning her head this way and that. Then she stopped, and
he saw her eyes sparkling with mischief. She held her palms between
her breasts, the outside edges touching, palm to the tip of her little
finger and slowly weighed and lifted her breasts. Gently, she began to
thumb her nipples. Moistening her finger with her tongue, she rubbed
her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened and she pinched them
gently, tweaking and twirling the hard stubs. The servant saw her
breathing get shallower and more rapid, the tensing of her body, the
parting of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils, all the unmistakable
signs of sexual arousal. She sq!  ueezed her breasts in her hands, the
flesh squeezing between her fingertips and arched her head, her tongue
arching lasciviously over her upper lip. 

Outside, watching her, the servant groaned and pulled his erect cock
out of his shorts and began to masturbate slowly. He pressed his eye
to the keyhole again. She was still fondling her beautiful breasts.

Anuja knew she was being watched. He had been doing this for some
weeks now and, long ago, she had seen the dark eye glittering beyond
the keyhole and knew it was him. She felt no revulsion or shame,
rather enjoyed the attention. She was horny and sexy, and the man was
sexy. So what if he was only a servant? He was a human being, after
all, and a very desirable one. He was quite tall and dark and
muscular, with a finely chiseled face and the strong features of the
warrior Maratha caste. His eyes were deep-set and dark, his nose fine
and straight, his mouth lean and wide. His shoulders were broad, his
chest cleaved and muscular and hard and his belly was a slab of rock.
His waist was narrow, his hips were high and buttocks taut. His arms
and legs bore thick bunches of musculature. She knew his body was lean
and tough, his torso smoothly hairless. She had often watched him as
he came out of his bath in his shorts and nothing else, toweling his
thick, tousled hair. His nipples we!  re small and dark and pulled low
and wide on either side of his heavy pectorals. All said and done,
Baban was one sexy hunk of a man and she liked the fact that he
desired her. One day, she promised herself, she would entice him to
fuck her.

Baban knew nothing of this. His lust for her body was overpowering,
and he could not take his eyes off her. He watched as she continued to
fondle herself, squeezing and massaging her generous, gorgeous
breasts. How he wanted to feel them, take them in his hands, sense
their weight and fullness, feel the stiffness of her nipples in his
fingers, watch her pleasure as his hands, not hers, moved over her
irresistible flesh.

He gasped softly. In the room, Anuja smiled wantonly at her reflection
and slid a hand down to her crotch. Baban watched her face crease in
pleasure as she teased her cunt-lips open and rubbed her finger along
the slit. She gasped and her hips lurched, her buttocks writhing and
twitching. Her mouth fluttered open and, slowly, she slid a finger
into her cunt. Gently, she masturbated before the mirror, moving her
finger in and out of her slit, twisting it round and round, while her
other hand fondled her visibly swollen breasts. She gasped softly and
her hand moved faster in her crotch, her wrist pumping back and forth.
Her hips twitched and lurched, rocking and jerking back and forth, and
her fingers were frenzied on her breasts. Baban groaned in despair.
She deserved better than her fingers; she deserved a cock, a big,
thick cock in her cunt.

Obviously, Anuja felt no differently. She kept masturbating and, as he
watched, leaned forward on an outstretched arm, her hand on the
dresser counter and spread her feet wide. Her buttocks splayed open
and Baban had an unobstructed view of her puckered anus and her
unfurled cunt-lips with her slender, shapely, elegant finger arched
into it, rocking in and out, in and out. In the mirror, her upturned
face was a vision of lust, her mouth a wide 'O'.

Baban pumped his cock eagerly, moaning and gasping. In the room,
Anuja's body rocked back and forth and he saw her pendulous breasts
jiggling and bouncing, saw, too, the expression of delight on her face
and her finger, wet and sticky, wriggling and darting into her tender
cunt-flesh.

Abruptly, she stopped and rummaged in a drawer in her cupboard and
pulled out something. Baban gasped when he saw that it was a
*dandiya*, one of the pair of sticks used in the annual, traditional
*raas-garba* dances. He expected her to use it as a dildo, but she
surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with excitement, her eyes
dilated and glassy, her nostrils flared, Anuja moved away from the
mirror.

The bed had a carved wooden head-board and a matching, slightly lower
foot-board. There was a decorative mirror above the bed, too. The ends
of the foot-board bore carved wooden knobs, raised high, just below
groin-level. Baban watched pop-eyed as she mounted the knob, spreading
her legs on either side of it, one foot on the bed with her knee
deeply bent, the other on the floor, her back to him. Slowly, she
eased her cunt down onto it, and in the mirror, her face spasmed with
lust and her head arched back and her mouth jerked wide open as she
sank her cunt onto the knob. He watched her moan, heard her voice,
soft and husky and sexily sibilant and she gripped the woodwork and
forced her cunt deeper onto the pillar. It disappeared into her flesh,
the entire knob and part of the supporting cylindrical shaft.
Whimpering, she rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt impaled on the
wood. Moaning, she leaned forward and gripped the carved fretwork.
Baban saw her buttocks flex tight, op!  en, flex again and then she
was fucking herself slowly and heavily on the bedstead, her buttocks
writhing, swaying, rocking back and forth, up and down. Her face
turned, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open sensuously and her tongue
swirled in an erotic arc over her upper lip. How he longed to fuck her
mouth, feel her suck and lick his raging erection. His fingers were
sticky with gunk.

On the bed's foot-board, Anuja gasped and moaned, rocking her body
back and forth. The knob and shaft glistened with cunt-juice. Her cunt
ran up and down the shaft, and her hips swirled, her cunt churning
itself with the knob. She caressed her swinging, pendulous breasts
sexily. The gold chain around her neck rocked back and forth.
Groaning, she fumbled for the *dandiya*. Slowing her motions, she
paused to uncap a jar of cream and dipped the narrower end of the
*dandiya* into it. Pulling it out, she smeared it slowly and then her
hand went between her buttocks and Baban saw her anoint her anus and
understood what she was going to do and his jaw dropped in shock and
astonishment.

Moaning, Anuja leaned forward again and shuffled her feet further
apart. Holding the bed-stand with one hand, the *dandiya* in the
other, she stretched a hand behind her buttocks and pressed the
lubricated tip of the rod to her anus. He saw her pause and then her
arm flexed and she pushed the *dandiya* into her asshole. Her head
snapped up and he heard her cry.

"OHHHHHHHHHH ma unhhhhh OHHHHHHH!"

Her fingers tensed on the fretwork. Her face convulsed and spasmed in
a trismus of excitement. Her buttocks lurched and writhed and sank
deeper onto the upright pole and knob. The hand behind her began to
move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of the *dandiya*
in and out of her anus. At the same time, her cunt slid up and down
the bedpost. Faster and faster she went, moaning, gasping, rocking and
lurching. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and he saw that her nipples
were nut-hard. Her hand rocked behind her back, moving the *dandiya*
in and out of her anus faster and faster, deeper and deeper. With a
shuddering gasp, she orgasmed, her back bowing inward, her face
jerking up and contorting with lust, the hand behind her back tensing,
pressing the *dandiya* deep into her anus while her cunt sank deeply
onto the bedpost. On and on it went, and she moaned, gasped, her chest
heaving till it gradually ebbed.

Slowly, she slid the *dandiya* out of her anus and gingerly lifted her
cunt off the bedpost with a shaking moan. She flopped on the bed and
lay across it, her hips at the edge, her feet on the floor, her chest
heaving. He could see her cunt-flesh clearly, for her thighs were
spread wide. Moaning, she caressed her breasts again, and her hand
slid down her body to her cunt and she slid her finger sensuously up
and down the wet slit. Baban thought the sight of her dark, wet cunt
against her slender, bejeweled finger was incredibly erotic.

At last she rose and smiled to herself. It was a satisfied, sensual,
wanton look, her eyes glittering with pleasure. Baban saw that she was
sweating, beads of perspiration dotting her upper lip and coursing
between her breasts. She went into the bathroom, leaving the door
open. Her breasts bounced as she walked.

The bathroom was positioned so that her every move was reflected in
the mirror above the bed outside, or the one above the dressing table
and so fully visible to Baban at the keyhole. He watched her on the
toilet, douching herself carefully and then she went into the shower,
humming to herself. Baban watched as she bathed and shampooed. When
she soaped herself, her hands roaming her breasts and buttocks and
thighs, lathering her crotch, Baban saw her smile again in pleasure.
She plucked the handshower from its bracket in the wall and adjusted
the spray to a hard, drumming, spurt. She ran it over her breasts and
he saw her nipples harden. Then she spread her legs and, arching her
head, directed the jet into her slit. Baban watched her move it closer
to her cunt-lips. Finally, she had it jammed to her cunt-lips and with
her other hand she turned the tap up full. The water pressure must
have been terrific gauging from her reaction for she gasped and her
hips lurched and her head !  snapped back and she moaned wantonly.
Again she squeezed her breasts in excitement as the water drummed and
hammered into her cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked back and forth.
She clenched the shower-rod and gasped and her face contorted in a
rictus of pleasure, her head arching back, falling forward, rolling
from side to side as she moved the water-jet around in her groin.

A few minutes later, she emerged from the bath with a towel wrapped
around her waist, her torso bare. Her body glistened with water.
Absurdly, there was a big, long carrot on her desk. Taking it, she
turned and advanced to the door. Baban froze, terrified that she might
fling it open and catch him. Instead, she stopped and slowly dropped
her towel. Her cunt was inches from his eye, just on the other side of
the door. His vision filled with it. He stared at it greedily, longing
to plunge his now throbbing penis into it again and again, to feel its
heat and wetness and tightness. She parted her cunt-lips and he saw
clearly the tender bright cunt-flesh, the hard stub of her clitoris
and he longed to suck it, nibble it, taste the juice that seemed to
flow still for the flesh was wet.

Anuja lay on the floor on her back and spread her legs wide, lifting
her feet to the wall on either side of the door beyond which Baban
knelt, gasping and gaping. Now she was right in front of him and he
was looking between her split legs, straight down at her unfurled
cunt. Anuja smiled wantonly at the door, and, holding the carrot,
inserted it slowly into her cunt. Her arms were stretched and her
breasts bunched between them. Baban gasped. Slowly, she began to
masturbate, moving the carrot in and out of her cunt. He watched it
grow wet and shiny with her cunt-juices. She murmured in pleasure and
her hips lurched and rocked and her body rocked gently back and forth.
She moved the carrot in and out of her cunt, round and round. Licking
a fingertip, she moistened her aureoles and caressed her breasts
sensuously while her other hand kept working between her legs. On and
on she went and finally exploded, gasping and mewing, her hips arching
and lurching upward. Slowly, she slid t!  he carrot out of her slit
and, with a lascivious grin, began to nibble on it.

All this time, her eyes were on the door and it seemed as if she knew
he was there and wanted him to be. *Fuck me*, she seemed to say. *I
want you*. It was what he desired more than anything else in the world
and, on the other side of the door, so did she. Groaning, Baban
exploded, flooding his hand with jizz.

And then she got up and hung her towel over the doorknob, covering the
keyhole and eclipsing his pleasure.

-- END OF CHAPTER 2 --

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