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-- Mary Jorsay Gandmar maryjg@finebody.com

PENTAPRISM : Chapter 3 : The Heart Of A Whore

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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"Come on, Baban ... lick my slit ... fuck me with your tongue!" The
teenager's voice was husky and sibilant, deeply erotic.

The darkly handsome, hard-bodied youth smiled down at the lovely,
dusky seventeen-year old girl sprawled wantonly before him. Her body
was luscious, already ripened into womanhood, with large breasts and
flared hips. Her belly was firm and flat, her arms and legs smooth and
slender. Her face was sensuous, slightly heavy-lipped and
fleshy-nosed, but  sexy all the same. Her eyes were large and dark,
rimmed with *kajal*, and her hair was thick and long, twisted into a
long braid. Baban liked his women earthy and sensual.

The young servant smiled and thrust his face into her crotch. Anuja
gasped softly and arched her back in pleasure. His tongue rippled down
her sodden cunt-lips and through moist flesh within. It felt
wonderful. Anuja spread her legs still wider and, gripped his head in
her crotch, her hips raised high. His tongue swirled through her
cunt-flesh and flickered against her gorged clitoris. She moaned
softly. He slid his hands up to her turgid breasts and squeezed them,
pinching her rigid nipples. Anuja sighed in pleasure, writhing on the
bed. His tongue jabbed into her cunt and she gasped loudly, arching
her back.

"Ohh! OH! Oh yes! Yes! Ohh! Unhhh! Ohhhh!"

Her face flipped languorously from side to side, her lips parted in a
gentle 'O' of pleasure. Her body jerked back and forth on the bed as
though she was being fucked, and her large breasts jiggled erotically.
She squeezed them in rising excitement, moaning with pleasure.

Three months earlier, a virgin then, she offered herself to Baban on a
hot afternoon when she was alone at home. Her father was at work, and
her mother was at a ladies' luncheon. Anuja was feeling sexy and she
lay in bed, masturbating gently and unhurriedly with a large, long
white radish. She slid the vegetable gently in and out of her cunt and
wondered what it would feel like to have a real penis in her flesh. If
only there was a man available ...

The realisation hit her suddenly and she stopped. Baban. Of course.
Baban was available. He was in the house, and they were alone. Anuja's
pulse quickened. For a second, she hesitated, pondering the risks and
the consequences if they were caught. But her sexuality would not be
denied. It was high time she had a lover. And Baban had entered her
fantasies frequently.

Anuja's knowledge of sex came from biology text-books and her father's
sex manuals she read surreptitiously when her parents were out of the
house. Since fourteen, when she discovered her sexuality, she had
experimented with herself, masturbating daily, often several times a
day, with a number of household objects: hairbrushes, toothbrushes,
bananas, vegetables -- cucumbers, gourds, the long white radishes --
the handles of the wooden clothes- paddle handle and her tennis
racquets; anything served. She had a vivid imagination and fantasised
constantly. No matter how often she masturbated, it was never enough;
the sense of dissatisfaction persisted. She longed for the real thing.

Abandoning the radish, her heart racing with excitement, Anuja got up.
She knotted her hair quickly behind her head and, for a second,
debated what to wear. Looking around, she spotted her tennis gear, and
grinned in delight. Quickly, she slipped into her white cotton T-shirt
and short tennis skirt, deliberately abjuring all underwear. She
braided her hair and, holding her shoes in one hand, her racquets in
the other, she twirled before her full-length mirror. The T-shirt was
translucent and her breasts and nipples and aureoles were clearly
visible. Her breasts bounced as she moved and she thought it very
erotic. Bending over, she smiled at her reflection as she saw her
skirt slide up her thighs and reveal her buttocks and naked cunt
beneath. Perfect. Baban would not be able to resist her.

He was in the hall, sweeping the floor on his haunches when she
entered and dumped her sports bag on the sofa seat. For a moment, she
looked at him with a rush of pleasure. He moved smoothly and easily in
the difficult position, crabbing across the floor, the muscles
rippling in his thighs and shoulders. He wore a tight white vest and
baggy shorts. He looked up at her and she saw the swift intake of
breath.

"I'm going to the club. Tennis," she murmured, eyeing him
lasciviously.

He stared at her and nodded slowly. She turned her back and bent
forward at the waist over the back of the couch to pick up her bag,
her feet spread apart. Her skirt slid up, high over her hips and she
heard him gasp when he saw her naked buttocks and thighs, the puckered
darkness of her anus, the bewitching fuzz of her cunt. With her legs
spread, her cunt-lips opened slightly and he could even see the tender
flesh within. She paused for the merest fraction of a second, letting
him have a good look. The swish of his broom stopped. There was utter
silence. The broom clattered to the floor. Anuja didn't move.

Suddenly, she gasped. Baban's hands slid up her legs and over her
buttocks. She wanted to turn and look at him, but held herself back. A
soft rustle, a snap and then she bit her lower lip and felt dizzy with
excitement. A thick, long, hard thing was pressing between her
buttocks and thighs, moving to her cunt. His cock! Anuja had never
seen a real cock before. She tensed. The heat was intense and
overpowering. It pressed to her cunt-lips. His hands pushed her
T-shirt up under her arms and roved over her breasts. They were hard
and swollen with excitement, her nipples erect. She held still.

And then the heat of his cock burst into her cunt and she cried out,
her head snapping up, her face contorting in an explosion of pleasure.
His penis surged powerfully into her flesh and his fingers crushed her
breasts. Anuja dug her fingers into the upholstery and moaned, her
head jerking up, her mouth opening in a wide 'O' of lust. She did not
tell him it was her first time. Her head swam with excitement. She was
being laid! At last, she was being fucked! The young servant flexed
his buttocks and his hot, hard penis drove deeper into her cunt. Anuja
gasped and cried out, her cunt contracting and convulsing frantically
on his penis. Baban groaned in excitement.

"Ohhhh fuck yes!" he gasped softly. "Ohhhhh yes! Ohhh god yes!"

The servant fucked her hungrily, rapidly, hard. He pushed his cock
deeper and deeper into her cunt and then began to rock his hips
swiftly, running it greedily in and out of her flesh. Anuja gasped and
cried out, rocking back and forth under him. His cock felt wonderful,
better than she had imagined. It was hot and hard and it mashed her
gorged clitoris in its passage. Faster and faster he went, plunging
into her sodden cunt-flesh. Anuja began to orgasm helplessly. Baban
gasped, flinging his head back, holding her hips and jerking her cunt
up and down on his shaft, squeezing her swinging, swollen breasts
feverishly. His cries rang in her ears.

"Ohhh uhhh yes uhhhh ohhh uhh *hanh* ... uhhh ... c'mon Anu take it!
Take my cock! C'mon ... Ohhhh uhhh yes!"

The vulgarities aroused her and she whimpered in pleasure and rocked
back and forth under his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling, her
gold necklace swinging against her chin. His thighs slapped softly at
her buttocks as the swollen penis sawed rhythmically in and out of her
flesh.

On and on he went, driving his penis in and out of her cunt, his
thighs pummelling her buttocks, his buttocks flexing and unflexing,
his hips swinging and rocking back and forth, his cock plunging in and
out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the sweet curves
of her buttocks. At last, moaning, Baban lost control. He drove deep
into her with a rasping cry, ramming himself into her flesh, making
her cry out and then, buried deep in her spasming cunt-flesh, his
buttocks twitching and flexed taut, his cock throbbing furiously, he
came. Anuja moaned in joy as she felt the sharp sting of his spoot in
her cunt-flesh. Baban groaned and emptied himself, jet after jet of
jizz spurting into her hot flesh. Slowly, he eased himself out of her.
Anuja stayed bent over, panting and gasping with excitement, her body
burning with lust.

At last, she straightened and turned to face him. His face was grey
with tension and nervousness, fear of the consequences of what he had
done. Anuja smiled slowly, seductively and, stretching out her hand,
pulled him to her.

"Thank you," she murmured, her face close to his. "That was
wonderful."

Baban looked relieved.

"There's something you should know," she said, her lips fluttering
against his. "That was my first time. I've never been fucked before."

Baban's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

"Really," she smiled. "It was. I just know about it, and I've wanted
it, and I've been masturbating, so I knew what to expect, but it was
my first time even so."

Baban's eyes were full of wonder and surprise.

"It is wrong," he said softly. "You were wonderful -- but it is
wrong."

"Why?"

He smiled. "The first time should have been different, special," he
said. "Not like this. Forgive me, please."

Anuja kissed him gently. "Don't say that," she murmured. "It was very
good for me."

He shook his head and, sliding his hands up her T-shirt to cup her
breasts, found her nipples still hard with excitement. He kissed her
slowly, his tongue slipping between her lips. Anuja's tongue met his
and their kiss deepened and she squirmed erotically against him.

"I want you," she gasped. "I want you again."

"Let me fuck you properly this time. As it should be."

Anuja smiled, her eyes dancing with excitement. "Yes," she breathed.
"Fuck me, Baban."

"Like a whore. Say it."

"God, yes. Fuck me ... fuck me like a whore, Baban!"

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. They moved to the living
room, and, on the soft Persian rug in the centre of the room, for the
next hour or more, Baban fucked Anuja slowly and relentlessly, taking
her repeatedly, forcing her from one orgasm to another. 

It was the most wonderful time she had known. Baban was an
experienced, adroit lover and a good teacher. Anuja orgasmed more
often than she could remember as he fucked her mouth, her breasts, and
her cunt repeatedly in a variety of positions. When he licked her
slit, she went wild with excitement, gasping and thrashing and
writhing, crushing her breasts erotically, her body jerking and
lurching as though under a man's thrusts. Anuja couldn't get enough of
it. When he stopped, she groaned and flung herself at him, burying her
face in his crotch, sucking his cock furiously. He groaned and
exploded in her face, making her moan as the hot seed splashed into
her mouth and over her face and breasts.

Then he fucked her again, and yet again. Finally, fucking her slowly
and deeply on her back on the living room floor, his penis gliding
gently in and out of her cunt, then going faster and faster and faster
till he was ramming and reaming violently in and out of her flesh.
Anuja responded like a thoroughbred, with a natural instinct and
arched in joy when he came at last, his head snapping back, his penis
buried deep in her flesh, spurting heat into her cunt.

For the next two months, they fucked at least once a day, whenever
they could. He coached her gently. Intelligent, sensitive and
imaginative, she learned well and soon reached the stage where she
could push him to his limits. 

Baban loved her passionately. Anuja never tired of his companionship,
and cherished the long afternoons when they could be together,
exploring each other's bodies in every conceivable way, constantly
searching for new heights of pleasure. He taught her to enjoy sodomy
and, willing pupil that she was, Anuja did not hesitate. The first
butt-fuck was exquisite, an erotic, heady mixture of sharp pain that
dwindled in seconds to be replaced with intense, dizzying pleasure.
She loved it and, after that, insisted on it every time he fucked her.

Now Baban lifted his head from her crotch and smiled as she moaned
softly in pleasure. She looked lovely, naked except for her gold
necklace, bangles, earrings, finger-rings and the small stud in her
left nostril. Very sexy. He rose to his knees and she turned around
and pushed her face between his thighs and began sucking his penis
greedily. He grunted in pleasure and fucked her face unhurriedly,
moving her head back and forth with one hand, pumping his hips. 

"Mmmm ... yes ... take it ... that's nice ... suck it, Anu-bitch ...
suck it ... yeh ... like that ... Ohhh yes ... suck it harder, whore
... come on!"

Anuja loved the dirty talk. It turned her on. She sucked her servant's
penis harder, using her tongue on the cock-head adroitly, relishing
the musky odour and tang of his pre-cum gunk. He flung his head back
and moaned softly, his cock spurting beads of pre-cum jizz and,
smiling happily, she licked and swallowed them. He groaned and rocked
her head between his legs, fucking her face with immense pleasure. His
cock filled her mouth and distended her face. She swirled her tongue
cunningly around the cock-head in her mouth. He pushed her head away
after several minutes.

They fucked slowly. She went down on her back and, leaning over her,
he squeezed his penis slowly into her body. Anuja murmured in
pleasure, arching under him, caressing his bulging biceps and taut,
flexing buttocks as he pumped his hips rhythmically up and down. He
kissed her gently, his tongue slithering between her lips.

"Hey, whore," he murmured, his tongue in her ear.

"Mm, what?" Anuja craned her neck and sucked gently on his dark
nipple.

"Want some excitement?"

"This is exciting."

"More exciting."

"Like what?"

"Like fucking some of my friends."

She stopped moving under him and looked at him silently.

"What did you say?"

"My mates. They want to fuck you, too."

"You've ... you've told them about us?"

"Of course."

She smiled suddenly, her eyes dancing with excitement at the prospect,
imagining what it would be like to have strangers using her body.

"Would you like me to?"

"Yeah."

"Are they as sexy as you?"

"Sexier."

"Bigger cocks?"

"And better. Hot studs."

"How many?"

He grinned. "Three, maybe four. You could fuck a couple of guys
together. That's good to watch."

"Together?"

"Yeah. In your cunt and mouth. Even, maybe, your cunt and ass?"

"Together?" she gasped. "At the same time?"

"Sure, why not? You can do it and the broads all say it feels great,
having two cocks like sawing in and out of your cunt and ass all at
once."

"Oh god, Baban!" Anuja moaned.

"What say, bitch? You game?"

She grinned, her eyes dancing, and, stopping him, rolled him over onto
his back and straddled his hips, her cunt impaled on his penis. She
bent and kissed him, her tongue deep in his mouth, her breasts hot on
his chest.

 "Yes," she said. "Call them. I'll fuck them all."

=== *** ===

The next afternoon, Anuja's delight was beyond imagination. Baban
brought up four friends, two servants, a chauffeur and a cook. They
were all handsome, virile youths with hard bodies and satisfyingly
large penises. The chauffeur was Anand, the cook Ratanlal. Hemant and
Laxman were the two servants.

Anuja was wearing a long transparent white *kurta* and matching
*salvar*. Under it, she wore only a tight, small bra that barely
covered her nipples and nothing else. The *kurta* was cut tight and
close and her breasts strained at the material. Her nipples and the
dark aureoles were clearly visible. Between her thighs, the dark
shadow of her crotch tempted the men's hungry eyes.

They gathered in the living room and Anuja felt a twinge of anxiety.
She looked uncertainly at Baban and he smiled reassuringly and
introduced her to the men. Anuja nodded. There was a second's silence
as each debated the next move. Baban came to the rescue. He pressed
close behind her. Anuja stood still. His lips nuzzled the nape of her
neck. Her eyes fluttered and her head arched. He slid his hands up
from her waist to her breasts. Anuja's eyes fluttered shut. Slowly,
Baban plucked open the buttons of her *kurta*, one by one, and drew it
open. The four servants saw her breasts; one of them gasped softly.
Baban's hands slid up to weigh her breasts and he squeezed them
gently, caressing her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened in
his fingers. Her lips fluttered open. Baban pushed his hands under her
*kurta*'s lower hem and tugged at the drawcord of her *salvar*. It
rustled to her feet. He flipped the *kurta* up to her waist. Her cunt
was exposed. Slowly, Baban drew the !  *kurta* off her head. She
turned to him but he stopped her gently.

"Not me," he murmured. "Not me. Them."

He turned her around. Anuja looked at the servants with continuing
trepidation. The driver, Anand, took the initiative and broke the ice.

"You're very lovely," he smiled. "Very sexy. I want to fuck you."

Anuja smiled in relief. He grinned gently and began to unbutton his
shirt as he advanced towards her. Pausing before her, he opened his
trousers and dropped them. Anuja looked down involuntarily,
instinctively and gasped. His penis was enormous. Still limp, it was
at least eight inches long and correspondingly thick. The men chuckled
at her reaction. She looked at them, at Baban.

"Are they all ... are they all like this?"

"More or less," Baban said and the men laughed softly and began to
undress.

Looking at their hard, naked bodies, their muscular physiques and
long, thick cocks, Anuja felt giddy with excitement. Anand smiled and
stepped closer.

Anuja looked at him and a slow smile spread across her pretty face.
Gently, her hand slid up his hard, smooth, hairless torso, tracing the
contours of his muscles and she bent her head forward and slowly wound
her tongue around one nipple. Anand chuckled softly. Her hand crawled
down his belly to his crotch and her fingers closed around the thick
length of his penis.

"I want you," she murmured.

Anand's hands slid under her shoulders and she shivered when he cupped
her breasts. They were already turgid with excitement, the nipples
stiff, the dark aureoles puckered. He squeezed both breasts and Anuja
moaned and sucked on one nipple, then the other. She moved her lips
and tongue across his chest to the other nipple and then dragged her
tongue downward, over his rock-hard belly. Her fingers worked his
penis tenderly. Kneeling before the chauffeur, she moaned softly and
dragged her tongue through his navel. He was a handsome, sexy man,
tall and lean with a V-shaped torso, hairless and muscular. His shirt
was open and his trousers were puddled at his ankles. His penis was
enormous, at least eight inches long and correspondingly thick with
heavy, low balls.

Groaning, Anuja caressed his cock and, dipping her head, dragged her
tongue down the length of his shaft. Her hands slid up under her
breasts and she lifted them erotically. Rising slightly, she took his
cock between her breasts, kissing and licking his belly sensuously. He
groaned at the soft warmth of her breast-sheath. He could feel her
hard nipples raking his shaft.

He pushed her head down. Slowly lifting his cock, jerking it tenderly,
deftly, she slipped back the foreskin, opened her mouth and swirled
her tongue over his cock-head. Anand gasped softly, and his belly
rippled inward. 

"Ohhhhhh yes!"

Anuja moaned deep in her throat and her lips slid forward and encased
his cock-head. Anand grunted and pushed his hips forward. His cock
quivered, thickened, lengthened, hardened. Anuja sucked his cock in
rising excitement. It was now almost ten inches long and two inches
thick. She longed for it in her cunt. Her body rippled with desire.
Her tongue ran around the cock-head, swirled over the knob, toyed with
the long slit in its peak, her teeth scraped his shaft gently. Holding
his cock and jerking it, she sucked harder, her head rocking back and
forth between his thighs. Her mouth was moist and warm and Anand
gasped in pleasure at the insistent pressure.

"Ohhhh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck my cock, bitch! C'mon ... yeh ... suck
it, bitch ... suck my cock! C'mon, whore, do it!" he gasped, holding
her head and moving it back and forth to suit his pleasure while he
pumped his hips.

After several minutes, he pushed her head away. Immediately another
servant took his place, one of the servants, Laxman. His cock was
already hard and satisfyingly long. Anuja moaned and started sucking
it, feeling dizzy with excitement. After him, it was Hemant, the other
servant and, when she had done with him, it was the cook, Ratanlal.

When finally he pushed her head away, Anuja moaned, her eyes glassy
with excitement, caressing her breasts, waiting kneeling on the floor
to obey their next command, to fulfil their next desire. Baban
chuckled and stepped forward.

"Now me," he smiled. "While Hemant licks your cunt. He's good at that.
Loves eating pussy, right, stud?"

"You bet!" the young servant exclaimed.

Sitting on the sofa, Anuja sucked Baban's cock while Hemant knelt
between her thighs and licked her slit. She gasped and moaned,
writhing and lurching, and the others caressed her body together,
fondling her breasts and face. Anuja thrilled at the attention. The
knowledge that she had aroused all of them so intensely was itself
erotic. Hemant was exceptionally good at licking slit. His tongue was
thick and heavy and sharp and unbelievably agile. It swirled and
rolled every which way in her sodden slit, now whipping her gorged
clit, now pressing into the tender flesh, now gentle then fierce.
Anuja moaned and gasped, her mouth filled with Baban's cock as she
sucked it, her face turned to one side, her head rocking back and
forth between his legs as he stood on the sofa seat. Her hips bucked
and lurched. With one hand she jerked Baban's cock, with the other she
caressed her breasts or Hemant's head. It moved between her thighs and
his tongue was relentless in her slit. Her belly !  rippled with
excitement and lust.

"Hey guys enough. I want to fuck her," she heard Anand say. "C'mon,
break it up."

Baban and Hemant released her. Anand stood before her and, moaning,
she slipped off the sofa to her knees before him and took his cock in
her mouth again, sucking feverishly. He fucked her mouth eagerly for
several minutes and then pushed her back.

Anuja went down on her back on the cool floor and, bending her knees,
spread her legs wide open. She splayed her cunt-lips open with her
fingers as Anand knelt between her thighs and leaned over on
outstretched arms.

"C'mon Anand ... fuck me ... fuck me slowly ... I want to feel it all
..."

The chauffeur paused with his cock-head at her cunt-lips and she
smiled wantonly at him and, holding his shaft, guided him to her hole.

"C'mon lover ... shove it in ... slowly ..."

His buttocks flexed slowly and his hips dipped. The huge cock-head
popped into her cunt. Anuja gasped and moaned, arching her back.

"More!" she gasped. "Put it in! Come on!"

Anand flexed his buttocks slowly tighter and pushed his hips forward.
His penis surged into her clonic cunt and she hissed in pleasure,
arching her back more and more steeply as his cock slid into her cunt,
going in further and further, tunnelling and burrowing. In and in it
went and at last she had it fully in her flesh, huge, hot, hard,
throbbing. She gasped and moaned, her face radiant with excitement.

"Oh fuck yes!" she gasped. "Oh god your cock's so good! Fuck me lover!
Fuck me hard now! Fuck me like a whore!"

Anand groaned, his buttocks flexed taut, his head arched back. Slowly,
he slid his penis outward and then, with a shuddering moan, plunged
into her.

"OHHHHHHHHH! OHMAUNHHH OHHHHHH! OHH AHHHHN ... UNHHHHHHHD UNHHHH
OHHHHH!" Anuja shrieked as the huge cock surged white hot into her
sodden cunt.

He fucked her rapidly and hungrily, his hips rocking up and down, his
powerful muscles corded, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Anuja
gasped and thrashed under him, her hips heaving upward to meet his in
descent. Faster and faster he moved, gasping and groaning his
pleasure. Her cunt convulsed and spasmed frantically on his penis.

"Ohh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes ohhh yeh take it ... take it whore take
it!" he gasped.

He moved faster, thrusting and ramming and reaming greedily into her
hot, wet cunt. Anuja's cries were sharp, staccato Oh's and Ah's of
unbridled pleasure. Her body jerked and snapped under his thrusts, her
swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing, the gold chain around her neck
slithering this way and that. She squeezed her breasts in erotic
excitement, pinching her nipples, her head flipping from side to side.
Whimpering, she caressed his bulging biceps and deeply cleaved chest,
gripped his buttocks, wrapped her legs around his rocking hips. He
bent his head and she smiled as his lips met hers.

"Fuck, you're good," he gasped.

"So are you, lover, so are you," she moaned, smiling and let him push
his tongue into her mouth.

On and on he went, his cock driving in and out of her cunt, appearing
and disappearing between her cunt-lips. Gasping and crying out, she
orgasmed and, as her cunt convulsed in a frenzy on his pistoning,
throbbing penis, he slammed into her violently once, twice, three,
four ... a dozen times, each piercing lunge driving the breath from
her throat. Then, jerking deep into her, he came and she hissed in
pleasure, her arms above her head, hands clenching the feet of the
coffee table, murmuring in joy as his thick, hot spoot shot and shot
and shot.

Anand groaned and slowly slid out of her cunt and rolled away. Anuja
gasped, her chest heaving, panting with the exertion. A pair of hands
squeezed her breasts and she opened her eyes and saw the cook grinning
down at her. 

"C'mon whore ... on your front. I'll fuck you like a bitch."

He turned her on her front and she groaned and waited on all fours,
her breasts swollen and pendulous. Kneeling behind her, the cook
chuckled and slowly pushed his cock into her cunt. Anuja gasped, her
head rising, her lips drawing back in a grimace of pleasure as the
thick, long penis slid into her hot, wet, tight cunt. 

"Oh ma unhhh OHHHHHHH unhhh *hanh* uhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.

The cook groaned and, gripping her hips, began fucking her with long,
smooth measured thrusts, pushing his cock in as deep as he could,
jerking her body back and forth, dragging her cunt up and down the
length of his inflamed penis. Anuja groaned and gasped, rocking and
lurching back and forth on all fours under him. Her breasts jiggled
and swung with his thrusts and his thighs slapped loudly at her
buttocks. He squeezed her breasts in excitement and began moving
faster and deeper and harder, making her groan and cry out. She came
violently and, seconds later, groaning in pleasure, he buried himself
in her cunt and exploded, making her moan thickly as the white-hot
shards of his jizz stung her tingling, tender cunt-flesh.

The two servants, Hemant and Laxman were already jostling forward,
each trying to elbow the other out of the way, squabbling for her
flesh. As the cook slid out of her, chuckling and slapping her
buttocks, Anuja looked at the two servants, their huge penises sawing
the air as they moved forward.

"For god's sake," she gasped. "You don't have to fight! You can both
fuck me together!"

Watching her, Baban laughed in pleasure. She was a natural, born to
this, with an appetite for pleasure that was unmatched in his
experience. He watched as she pulled Laxman to the floor and smoothly
straddled his hips on her knees, engulfing his cock in her cunt. He
gasped and arched under her and she hissed in pleasure, her face
creasing in a radiant, happy smile.

"God I love your cocks," she said. "Come here, you. I want to suck
you."

Hemant stood beside her and she turned her face and began sucking his
cock while she rocked slowly and unhurriedly up and down on Laxman's
thick erection. The two servants gasped and groaned as they fucked her
cunt and mouth together. Her breasts bounced and jiggled and the
servants' hands were all over them, squeezing, caressing, fondling. 

After several minutes, the two men swapped and Anuja mounted Hemant
with her back to him, rocking up and down on his cock while Laxman
fucked her mouth eagerly, rocking her head back and back in his hands.

She loved having two men together. First the two servants fucked her
in her cunt and mouth together, then Baban and Anand had their chance.
Anuja lost track of who was fucking her and in what orifice. At
Baban's insistence, Anand fucked her cunt while Ratanlal sodomised
her. It was the first time she'd been fucked in both cunt and ass
simultaneously and Anuja almost passed out with the intensity of the
pleasure. She orgasmed repeatedly and wanted it again. Hemant and
Laxman obliged, fucking her in her cunt and ass simultaneously again,
lying on her side with Hemant driving his cock into her cunt while,
lying behind her, Laxman plunged his cock in and out of her anus.
Anuja's body writhed and thrashed between theirs, her cries sharp and
shrill with excitement. When Baban suggested that she try three, Anuja
was in no condition to refuse, and the men were exultant. 

They finished with Baban and Hemant and Laxman fucking her all at
once, in cunt, mouth and ass, ramming their cocks greedily into her
again and again. Anuja was exhausted when they finally stopped and
left.

Baban saw the guys out and returned. Anuja had left the hall. He heard
her in the shower and he went in. She smiled and they kissed gently,
tenderly, and her hands were already busy between his legs.

"Did you enjoy that?" he murmured, kissing her.

"Very much. I want to do it often. As often as I can."

"Good. It was very sexy to watch."

"Fuck me. I'm hot."

"I want to fuck your ass."

"Yes. Come on. Do it."

She turned around and leaned on the wall and Baban gripped her hips
and parted her buttocks and slowly shoved his cock into her tight anus
with a shuddering moan. Anuja gasped and cried out and her face turned
to his under the hot spray and he kissed her hard, thrusting his
tongue into her mouth as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her
anus. 

For the next few months, between leaving school and before colleges
opened, Anuja continued her affair with Baban and his friends. They
established a routine; most days it was Baban or one of his friends.
Her parents were in on weekends and these were the 'dry' days. By
Monday, Anuja was burning with lust, and, since these were the freest
days, with her mother out to kitty parties that extended into the
evening, Anuja made herself available to all the servants. Frequently,
she had seven or eight callers.

Her parents never knew. To them, she was still the innocent, wide-eyed
child. They knew nothing of the gasping, panting woman who writhed and
heaved eagerly every afternoon with the neighbourhood servants.

-- END OF CHAPTER 3 --

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