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by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>


			 THE BINT FROM BOMBAY CHAPTER 2 : HARD TIMES



"OHHHHHHHHHHH SHANKAR ... UHHHHH... OHH uhhhh *hanh* uhh ohh uhhhh oh
ma uhhh ohhhh uhhhh ahhhhh uhhhh Shankar! OH MA UHH Shankar! UHH
*hanh* UHHH *hanh* UHH AHH OHHH ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! *Lele*
... *lele* *mujhe* ... *hanh*!" Shirlyn gasped, writhing ecstatically.

"C'mon ... c'mon, whore ... c'mon ... take it ... take my cock, bitch
... *chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *lele* ... *le* *mere* *lund* *ko* ...
*hanh* uhhh ohhhh uhhh *hanh* uhhh ahh-uhh-ahh-uhh-ahh-uhh-ahhh-uhhh
*hanh* uhhhh *chul* *saali* *rahnd* *CHUL*! ... *lele* ... *le* *mere*
*lavde* *ko* *aur* *bol* - *accha* *lagta* *hai* *na* *rundi*? Don't
it feel good, whore! *Bol* *saali* *rahnd* *BOL*! Tell me! Tell me it
feels good, whore! Say it!"

"Yes, Shankar, yes ... *hanh* ... uhhhh *hanh* uhh ... *bahut* *accha*
*lagta* *hai* ... *hanh* uhh ... oh yes ... oh god yes ... it feels so
good, Shankar! Ohh uhh ohma uhh yes ... c'mon ... fuck me! Fuck me
harder, baby! Fuck my cunt! *Hanh* uhh ahhhh uhh ohma uhhh *hanh* uhh
OHHHHH!" she cried in reply.

Above her, ramming and reaming his cock in and out of her juicy,
dripping cunt, Shankar, Shirlyn's lover and manservant, grunted his
pleasure. He plunged his penis deeper into her flesh and chuckled as
she cried out in shock and delight. She gasped and panted loudly, her
pretty face turned hard to one side, tendons standing out in her
lovely neck. Her lips were parted, her eyes were shut and her breath
was and ragged. Shankar unflexed his buttocks, drew his slowly cock
out of her, then drove in again with a savage, spiralling thrust,
grinding his hips round and round, churning her cunt-flesh with his
heavy pestle-cock, mashing her clitoris, probing the innermost
recesses of her cram. Shirlyn's back cambered violently and she
screamed, her mouth tearing open in yet another ululating love call.
Her perfect teeth glistened as her luscious lips, shining with the
stickiness of his gunk, drew back in a rictus of unbridled lust.
Shankar chuckled and drew out and rammed in yet again, even harder.

It was a hot midsummer day and the rickety ceiling fan of her bedroom
refused to go any faster. Their bodies streamed with sweat. This was
Shirlyn's most erotic fantasy realised. Just she and the servant,
alone at home, fucking furiously, no one to bother them. It was
wonderful, absolutely heavenly, being fucked like this by her servant,
with no one to disturb them and more than enough time so that he could
take her again and again and again. She never seemed to tire of it, no
matter how hard he took her, or how often.

She lay on her back on her bed, her legs spread wide, her knees bent.
Now Shankar slowed his pace, drawing it out to heighten her pleasure
and she whimpered, her body arching and twisting and writhing
ecstatically beneath him.  Her feet were drawn up high, her ankles
locked behind his small, taut buttocks and she dug her fingers into
the bulge of his biceps as he moved his cock with measured strokes in
and out of her body.

He was bent over her on his hands and knees, the muscles in his deep
chest cording and standing out with the strain. His buttocks bobbed
and rocked up and down steadily between her splayed thighs. As his
penis slid in and out of her cunt, her hips bucked rhythmically
beneath him in a union of ecstasy. Her cunt was sodden with lust-juice
and his cock squelched audibly as it stroked in and out, the sound
drowned only by the loudness of their love-cries. His cock was large,
over eight inches long and correspondingly thick, rock-hard and
burning hot. It throbbed powerfully in her spasming cunt. His balls
were big and heavy and low. He smelled dank and sexy.

He took a deep breath, slid deep into her, swung his hips in a gentle
circle, mashing her cunt-flesh and making her gasp in joy as his penis
probed the deepest recesses of her cunt. Abruptly, he pulled up and
hammered down hard into her, hitting a savage, driving rhythm, ramming
and reaming furiously into her. Shirlyn cried out loudly, her body
jerking onto the small of her back with his punishing thrusts, her
feet rising up his slippery back. Faster and faster he went, hammering
in and out, ram-fucking her cunt, his buttocks flexing and unflexing
powerfully, his cock pistoning savagely into her.

"Yes yes Ohhhh yes Ohhh uhhh *hanh* uhhh uhh *hanh* uh Shankar *hanh*
... *chodh mujhe* ... *jorse chodh* ... fuck me hard UHHHH OHH uhhh
ohhhh uhh OHHhh uhhh OH uhh Ohma uhh Ohma uhh Oh uhh OHH uhh OH uhhh
OHmaOHmaOHmaOHmaUHHHHHOHHHHHH!"

"*Le *...* le rundi le *...* le mere lund ko* ... take my cock, whore
... take it! UNNGHHHHHHHH *hanh* uhhhhhhhh UHH OHHHhhhh UNHHHhh
OHHHHhhhh unhhhhhh *Hanh*-*hanh-hanh-hanh *uhh aHHH uhh yeh ... take
it ... take it, whore! Take it all!" he responded.

Her body was flushed, fiery with lust. Her breasts were swollen
turgid, the nipples nut-hard as rivers of molten lust-heat rippled
through her. She rolled her breasts hard under the heels of her palms
and groaned, her slender, tall neck craned back, her mouth parted in a
wide 'O' of unbridled blisson.

The effulgence of bliss on her lovely face was intensely erotic. He
was her first lover and, as she often said, special for that reason,
and because his fucking was so exceptionally good. As he gasped and
groaned and cried out, he mouthed obscenities, calling her whore and
bitch and cunt and the memory of that first fuck together spurred him.
She cried out thinly, her body twisting and contorting in a paroxysm
of delight beneath him as he reamed his cock deep into her. She loved
this kind of fucking, with him treating her as he might a gutter
whore, calling her names, and she responded eagerly, bucking and
heaving under him, crying out her ecstasy.

She was seventeen when he first fucked her, and already she was a sexy
woman in the bloom of youth. She had a lovely oval face with a pointed
chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small,
cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was narrow so that, from some angles,
it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute.
Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of
magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and
strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive
irregularity. She had a dazzling laugh that sparkled in her eyes. She
was vivacious and full of bounce and drew people to her naturally. She
could have charmed the pants off the devil himself.

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

He only really noticed her recently, and it was obvious that she
fancied him and wanted him to notice her. She tormented and teased
him, giving him fleeting glimpses of her bare, firm belly, her legs up
to the thigh, her deep cleavage, the swell of her breasts. Whatever
she wore, a *sari* with a blouse, a dress, a *churidar* and *kurta*,
the neck was always cut low, so close, so near, he could see the
beginning of her cleavage, drawing his eyes down, down where the sexy
gold chain around her neck disappeared. And those glasses she wore,
with the black thread, the rims a delicate burgundy gold that made her
eyes look richer and livelier and sexier, especially with the *kajal*
augmenting their inner fire. She wore T-shirts that clung to her
curves and *kurtas* with low necks and open-necked blouses with just
one button too many left open, *saris* slung provocatively with deep
scoop-necked blouses from which her breasts swelled.

What he wanted, what he wanted was to pull the clothes off her, to
squeeze her breasts, get her to open her legs, to shove his dick into
her cunt, to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.

She exuded a raw sexuality that was impossible to ignore. Her face,
her body, her walk, her speech, her look - all seemed an open
invitation for men - and him in particular - to take their pleasure
with her body. But he hesitated. He was banging her elder sister,
Sheila, and didn't know how she might respond to the knowledge that he
was also humping the younger sibling. But Shirlyn didn't let up. She
teased him without respite, eyeing him openly, bending too low when he
was in front of her so that her blouse or shirt dropped open and gave
him an unimpeded view of her breasts. He was a randy twenty-three,
good-looking, hard-bodied and thick cocked, with a fair amount of
sexual experience, and his hunger got the better of him.

For Shirlyn, the waiting was torture, too. Now that she had Sheila's
blessings, she knew she could have him whenever she wanted. But she
took her elder and more experienced sister's advice seriously and
played the game for all it was worth. The effects were visible: she
saw the hot lust in Shankar's eyes, the way he raked her body,
stripping her in his mind, fucking her, and she stifled the hot lust
in her loins, but only just. To have such a sexy man so close by was
almost more than she could bear. She wanted to fling herself at him,
feel his cock in her fingers, kiss it, lick it, suck it, have him
thrust it into her cunt, her anus, squeeze it between her breasts,
wanted to feel the sticky warmth of it on her face and in her mouth
and cunt and ass. She watched him constantly, drinking in the sexy
beauty of his body, the thrilling rippling of his muscles as he went
about his chores. She loved the sight of his dark, hard body, the
cleaved chest, the small, hard nipples, the belly like a slab of rock,
the bulging biceps. Her gaze lingering longingly on the bulge between
his thighs and she often wondered what his cock would be like, and
when she would give herself the chance to see it, suck it, have it
thrust inside her. He filled her thoughts, and she tried to fulfil her
desire for him by masturbating even more. When she could, she watched
her sister fucking the men in the house, including Shankar, and these
times were the worst, for she wanted it to be her with them, taking
their cocks in her mouth and cunt and between her breasts and in her
anus, taking them all, one by one and even two or three together.
Still she waited and the tension grew and grew.

When, passing in the corridor, their hands brushed, she thrilled with
electric excitement. She tried to get as close to him as possible at
every opportunity. She would wait till he was in a helpless position,
his arms full of some heavy object, stranded in a narrow corridor.
Then she would move forward, they would both hesitate, try and make
room for each other to pass. Finally, she would squeeze past him. When
her breasts and thighs were against his sides or arms or buttocks, she
pressed closer and waited for a fraction of a second more than was
necessary, her body tingling with arousal, feeling the instantaneous
hardening in his crotch, the throbbing of his cock against her flesh.
She bit her lower lip prettily, denying herself the chance of
thrusting her hands into his shorts.

The first time this happened, Shankar was too stunned to react. He
knew she had pressed too close, and held herself there for too long
for it to be a mere accident. He waited for her to do it again, but
for several days, nothing happened although she had the chance. Then
one day, she did it again quite unexpectedly, and, a few days later,
yet again and he knew then that it was only a question of time. He
throbbed with excitement. He knew she would be a fantastic piece of
ass.

It happened sooner than he had hoped.

It was a hot summer afternoon. Shankar was alone at home. Shankar was
about his chores, when he heard the door slam, and knew that Shirlyn
was home. Her school started early now with exams round the corner, at
half past seven in the morning, and she returned in the early
afternoon. He knew her routine well by now. She would go into her
bedroom and fling her school bag on her desk. Then she's go into the
bathroom, slamming the door, come out after a bit, go to the kitchen
for a drink of water and lunch.

Shankar had his hands full when she came out of the toilet. He was
standing in the corridor, packing a huge mound of linen into a
cupboard on the wall. The shelves were high and he was on his toes,
with his feet braced with against the opposite wall, his hands
stretched up and across the narrow corridor to push the last of the
sheets into the cupboard. He had been working for some time, and it
was hot. He was stripped down to his shorts and his body glistened
with sweat.

She stepped out of her bedroom and into the narrow passage. He looked
at her over his shoulder. She seemed to be breathing hard, her lips
were parted, her nostrils flared. Her eyes caught him, and he saw the
sudden intake of her breath, a glitter in her eyes. She smiled
quickly, hesitated and moved forward. He was between her and the
kitchen. She had to pass by him.

She hadn't changed out of her school tunic. It was a grey and white
cotton ensemble, with a sash which she had taken off and six buttons
down the front. She had opened three of the six. It was one of the old
ones and was a shade too short and showed just a tad too much leg.

"Shall I go past?" she asked in a soft, sibilant and utterly sexy
voice.

"Go," he replied, tilting his head toward the kitchen.

She smiled and bent under his outstretched arms. As she ducked, her
tunic lapels drooped and fell open and he bent his head and looked
down into her garment and lovely cleavage. She had taken off her
brassiere. She wore a gold necklace and he could see one entire breast
and its nipple, and her belly below. He stifled a gasp.

She was in an equally exciting position. As she bent, her face was on
level with his naked belly, his hard torso arched over her.  The bulge
between his thighs was tantalisingly close, scarce inches from her arm
and hand. She looked at it sidelong and bit her lower lip in
excitement. So near, so very near, and no one else around, and the
waiting had gone on long enough. It had to be now.

She froze in place. So did he. He stared at her breasts, transfixed.
She felt his eyes on them and grew aroused. He could see them swell,
saw one nipple harden. His cock began to thicken and she sensed it,
saw it, and her pulse raced. If she hadn't made her move, he would
probably have flung himself at her and raped her.

There was no need to. She was unable to contain herself. She stopped,
turned and straightened between his outstretched arms. She was very
close to him, her body almost touching his. Her vision was filled with
the sight of his sprawling, deep chest, his hard belly, shining with
sweat. She thought it incredibly sexy. Her hands rose and slid slowly
up his belly to his chest, and she tilted her face up to his.

"Shankar," she murmured softly.

It was all that he needed to hear. He settled on his feet, dropped his
arms and held her waist. His eyes locked with hers. Her lovely lips
fluttered, parted, her breath was warm and sweet on his face. Her
perfect teeth shone. Her hands slid up over his chest to his
shoulders. He bent his head toward hers.

The first touch was electrifying for both of them. His lips were warm
and dry and firm, hers soft and moist, yielding. They met, parted, met
again, parted, and met yet again, and there was no question of moving
apart now. His tongue probed between her lips and she let it into her
mouth, sucking on it. He drew her close and her body pressed to his.
He could feel the warm prickle of her cuntfuzz through her tunic and
knew that she had taken off her panties as well. His hands slid up and
cupped her breasts. She stiffened in his arms and he could feel her
nipples judder taut.

*Oh god*, she thought to herself, her mind in a whirl. *It's happening
at last*! Her hands tightened about his head, and their kiss deepened
and now her tongue met his, communicating her hunger and eagerness. He
squeezed her breasts gently, and marvelled at their size and weight
and fullness and firmness. Her thigh pressed between his legs and she
could feel the weight of his erection.

No words were needed. Her hands flew to the remaining buttons of her
tunic, pulling it open. He slid his hands into it and cupped her
breasts. They were warm and lovely and turgid to his touch. He
squeezed them yet again, fondling them, rolling the nipples in the
hard heels of his palms. She shuddered and the kiss broke and she
arched her head, her lips parting as she gasped, her eyes fluttering
shut. He pulled the tunic off her shoulders and it slid to the floor
with a soft sussurus.

She was naked in his arms, and he thought he had never seen a lovelier
woman. Her superb breasts sloped toward long nipples set in dark
aureoles. Her belly was flat and firm, the waist nipped in like a
wasp's, and her hips flared to form a perfect cushion for a man's
thrusting loins, and then tapered to long, slender lovely legs. She
wore her gold necklace, matching ear-rings, a small diamond
finger-ring. On her, thus, in his arms, it was incredibly erotic.

He bent his head and when his tongue touched her nipple, she gasped,
arching, twining her fingers in his thick hair.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned.

Her body was irresistible. He squeezed the luscious mound in his hand
and drew it into his mouth. She cried out, her body spasming with joy
as she felt the electric warmth and heat of his mouth and tongue and
teeth on her breasts. Flames of lust licked at her loins.

"Yes ... UHhhhh ... OHHHH!" she went.

He flicked her nipple under his tongue, scraped it across his teeth
and the roof of his mouth. Shirlyn's head swam with delight. She had
never imagined it would feel anything like this. He nibbled on it,
rolled it between his teeth, sucked on it slowly at first and then
with increasing pressure, and then slowly let it go. Shirlyn
whimpered. He moved to the other breast.

"Shankar!" she gasped, her hands feverish on his head. "Ohhhhhh
Shankar!"

Her voice, her tone, her fingers in his hair, all excited him beyond
measure. He took her hand in his and slid it into the waistband of his
shorts. He wore nothing beneath. Her fingertips brushed his pubic
hair, touched the hilt of his shaft. Her natural lust overcame all
hesitation, and he groaned deep in his throat as her fingers gently
encircled his cock, slid down to fondle his balls, slid up and down
its length, exploring it with awe.

*My first cock!* she thought to herself. *I'm touching my first cock
... God, it's so big ... so hard ... so hot ... so thick ... how will
it ever fit? I've got to see it ... I want to see it ... suck it ...
taste it ... I want it ... oh god, I want it so much ...*

Her hands slid around to his buttocks and hips, jerking his shorts
down and his heart leaped with excitement. *Fuck, the bint was better
than he had hoped! This one was born for this ... meant for this!*

His shorts puddled to his feet and he rose from her breasts and she
bent her head, looking down in awe and wonder at the penis in her
hand. It was huge, eight inches long, two inches thick, springing
erect and throbbing electrically in her hand from its forest of dark
pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. She knew what she had to do.
She had seen enough movies, watched her sister do it countless times.

She slid to her knees and he watched, his astonishment mounting. She
was too good to be true, a dream come true. She moaned in excitement
and deep lust, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, her lips parted
as she held his cock before her face. She could smell it, sharp and
tangy, utterly sexy. She closed her eyes and caressed her face with
it, stroking her cheeks with it. She rose slightly and pressed it to
her breasts, running it over her rigid nipples.

Instinctively, her fist curled over its shaft and she jerked it to and
fro inexpertly. He grunted, flexing his buttocks and guided her hand,
showing her how to do it to suit his pleasure. That aroused her
further. *Oh god, it's wonderful, she thought, my first cock ...*

"Suck it!" he gasped. "C'mon, baby ... take my cock in your mouth ...
and suck it hard, bitch! Do it!"

His words, the vernacular, the obscene language he used turned her on
even more. Lavda, she thought. *I will say that to him ... and use
words like *lund* and *chuth* and *chodh* ... he will like that ...*

He showed her how to flip back his foreskin. She gazed mesmerised as
his bulging cock-head appeared. It was an enormous knob. A jewel of a
drop of pre-cum gunk oozed from the slit in its head. Shirlyn stared
at it, hyponotised.

With a soft moan, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue out,
pointing it, and catching the bead of spoot delicately on the tip of
it.  She drew her tongue in and swallowed the jizz. His head bent,
watching her, Shankar gasped in amazement. Shirlyn savoured the
musky-tangy taste of his seed. It was delicious and made her throb
with excitement. Jerking his cock as he had showed her, she slid her
tongue out again and wound it round his cock-head for more of his
seed. Shankar gasped and his hands flew to her head, and he thrust his
hips forward.

"Suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock! Suck hard!"

She obeyed, her body fiery with lust, and delicately slid her lips
about his cock-head and part of his shaft. Her face distended with the
size of it and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck on it. Shankar
gasped, his eyes hooding, throwing his head back. His hips bucked at
her face. He began to move her head to and fro with his hands and she
understood how it was to be done. It was wonderful in her mouth, hot
and hard and throbbing and it grew slippery as it oozed and trickled
more and more gunk. She swallowed it greedily.

His loins smelled musky and sexy, his cock-seed was heady. She sucked
and jerked him with increasing confidence, her fingers becoming sticky
with his gunk. She smeared it on her breasts and began to caress
herself. His cock raked in between her lips and she let her teeth
scrape delicately along the shaft, flicking her tongue at the
cock-head the while, winding it round and round. She cupped his balls,
caressing them tenderly with her slender fingers. His hips pumped and
he held her head and rocked it gently to and fro as he fucked her
mouth. Shirlyn felt giddy with excitement. It was better than she had
dared hope.

"Oh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck hard, slut! Suck! C'mon! Suck!" he gasped
in joy.

She thrilled at his words, and now, guided by instinct, she knew what
to do. She stopped her cock-sucking for a minute to run her tongue
down the underside of his cock to his balls. She roved her tongue over
them and sucked on them gently, one by one, her head tilted up like a
suckling calf. He groaned, his hips writhing in joy, and pulled her
head up again, thrusting his cock at her face once more. She sucked it
hungrily again and already she was more adept. He groaned. Her mouth
was a wonderful, warm, wet grotto and she was sucking him so well,
using her tongue and her teeth.

He wondered if she should come in her mouth. He bent his head and
watched her, deeply aroused by the sight of her head rolling this way
and that as she sucked his cock, kneeling before him, fondling her
breasts, her own body squirming with pleasure, one elegant hand curled
about his cock, jerking it to and fro. He knew she would swallow his
spoot, but she would be disappointed. She wanted the real thing, up
her cunt and by god, he was going to give it her.

He pulled away from her; she let go with visible reluctance. He went
down with her, easing her onto her back. They kissed again and he
tasted his seed on her lips and tongue and it excited him. Her breasts
were smeared with the stuff. He squeezed them in his hands. She
stroked his shoulders and back without shame or fear, fondling his
face. Her legs were already splayed, the dark thatch inviting him. Her
hands slid between his legs, stroking and jerking his penis. He
squirmed, fighting for control. Her very touch was electrifying.

"Shirlyn," he whispered, slowly tonguing her ear, making her murmur in
pleasure. "This is your first time, isn't it?"

She nodded and tongued his ear in turn. She learned fast. He nodded at
her response. He knew what he had to do. He was going to give her the
fuck of her dreams, blow her mind out.

He slid down, drawing his tongue down the lovely long column of her
throat to her breasts. She arched her back in eager anticipation,
thrusting her breasts up for his tongue. He grinned to himself at her
enthusiasm and gently dragged his tongue slowly and heavily across one
nipple, pinching and twirling the other in forefinger and thumb.
Shirlyn gasped and her back cambered, her head arching back.

"OHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her
hips spasming beneath him. "Oh ma UHhhh OHHhhhhh Shankar ... UHHhhhh
OHH!"

Gently, he took the nipple between his teeth and began to nibble on
it. She gasped and panted and moaned. Slowly, he drew the mound in and
began to suck on it, scraping her long, rigid nipple across his teeth
and flicking it with his tongue. She gasped and clenched his head,
pinning it to her breast.

"Yes ... yes ... Ohhhh ma Shankar uhhhh *hanh* uhh uhhhh OHH!" she
went.

He sucked sharply, let go, sucked again, let go, bit the nipple, hit
it several times with his tongue, sucked hard, let go suddenly. She
whimpered. He drew his tongue into her lovely deep cleavage and up the
swell of the other breast. He began to work it as he had the first.
Shirlyn's head rolled from side to side.

His body was half across hers as he sucked and licked her breast. He
slid his hand down her belly and she shivered as his fingers brushed
her cunt fuzz. Her hips arched and her thighs split open. She clenched
his head fiercely. Slowly, he slid his fingers down to her crack,
splaying open her cunt-lips. They were sodden and parted readily. He
rapped his fingers at her clitoris and she gasped, her hips bucking.

Her hand flew down to his and she tugged it to her cunt, fumbling for
his finger.

"Shove it in!" she gasped. "Shove your finger in, Shankar!"

He arched his middle finger and slid it into her cunt. She gasped and
her hips lurched heavily. Her cunt spasmed and contracted in
excitement on his finger. He held it still inside her and then,
abruptly, began to finger-fuck her rapidly with sharp, jabbing thrusts
of his finger. She cried out, twisting and writhing beneath him, her
hand gripping his wrist, her hips pumping. Instantly, he stopped.

She whimpered in frustration. Slowly, he slid a second finger into
her, forcing her cunt wider open. She moaned huskily. He held his
fingers still inside the sodden warmth of her cunt and then began to
move them alternately inside her, tormenting her.

Shirlyn went wild. His mouth moved from breast to breast and his
fingers clawed at her cunt-lips. He slid his fingers out and jammed
his thick thumb into her and, at the same time, turned his wrist and
opened his palm to hook his middle finger between her buttocks. She
felt it at her anus and gasped, tensing. He pressed it deeper to the
dank orifice. It spasmed wildly under the pressure. Her hips bucked
and writhed feverishly.

"OHhhhhh!" she moaned. "UNHhhhh Ohhhhhh ... Yes ... OHhhhh uhhhh OHH
UNHHHHhh Oh Shankar ... uhh ohma uhh *hanh* uhh *hanh*!"

Once again he began to ram-finger-fuck her and she responded with a
gasp of joy, her hips bucking eagerly at his hand. He drove her up the
crest once more, and yet again left her teetering on the brink.

She was half mad with lust when he drew his hand away from her cunt.
She grappled with it, trying to force his fingers back in, but he tore
away with a growl.

"Slowly, whore," he rasped. "I'll fuck you, don't worry. I'll fuck
your brains out ... but slowly ... till you beg and beg and beg ...
gonna show you how good it gets, bitch ... trust me, cunt, trust me
... I'll show you the stars!"

The guttural tone, the foul words he used, the way he called her
whore, all sent a deep thrill through her. She whimpered and stretched
her arms up and drew his face to hers in another hungry kiss. He
caressed her breasts and her face, gently pulling away from her and
she tasted her heady cunt-juice as she sucked his fingertips.

Smiling at her, he straddled her chest and placed his tumescent cock
between her breasts. Instinctively, she squeezed them over his shaft.
It felt wonderful on her chest, in her cleavage, hot and hard and
throbbing with excitement. He fucked her breasts slowly, his hips
grinding back and forth, her rigid nipples raking his shaft. The
cock-head prodded her chin and her head craned, her lips parting,
seeking it again. He nodded, grinning from ear to ear and moved up
over her face.

This time, he turned around and her face tilted back and her mouth was
wide open. She lifted her hand and guided his cock to her mouth,
taking it in and sucking on it hungrily. He groaned. Her tongue
swirled over his cock-head. He flung his head back and, squeezing and
fondling her swollen breasts, fucked her mouth again for a while, his
hips gently gyrating, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.

Her thighs were forked and wide and her open cunt tempted him. He bent
over her and she gasped deep in her throat as he dragged his tongue
down her belly and over her pubic fuzz. Her mons quivered and lurched
upward as she realised his intention, and her mind soared with joy.
*He's going to lick my slit ... just like the guys in the magazines
and movies! Just like they do to Sheila! He's going to tongue-fuck
me!*

He thrust his head between her legs and prised her cunt-lips wide open
with his fingers. Her cunt-flesh glistened with lovejuice, dewdrops of
it winking on her pubic hair. It seemed to quiver and throb in eager
anticipation. He drank in the sight of her moist, soft pink cunt-flesh
and then, unable to resist it any more, thrust his tongue into it.

Shirlyn gasped, choked, sputtered, gasped again. Her hips lurched and
bucked heavily at his face. He found her clitoris and began to suck on
it, darting his tongue this way and that in her cunt. She whimpered
and moaned, writhing beneath him, her thighs trembling, her hips
bucking and jerking. He tasted her juice and began to lap it tenderly.
Her head swam and she sucked feverishly on his huge cock in her mouth,
feeling it throb and trickle jizz down her throat. Her body was hot
and flushed and she broke into a sweat. Fires leaped from her loins as
he rolled his heavy tongue inside her.

He stopped in time, pushing her to the brink once again. She groaned,
trembling and scrabbling for him as he moved away from her. She tried
to push his head back to her thighs.

"Shankar," she moaned, "please ... lick me ... lick my cunt ... don't
stop!"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Enough for now, whore ... not too much
the first time. Now I'll fuck you, babe ... nice and hard!"

Shirlyn moaned in excitement. She had already sucked his cock,
sixty-nined, had her cunt licked and now he was going to fuck her! At
last, at long last, she was getting what she had craved so long!

He knelt between her spread thighs, holding them apart in his hands
and drank in the loveliness of her naked body. There were flecks of
his gunk on her breasts and in her cleavage where he had fucked her
breasts. As he watched, she whimpered and scooped a driblet of jizz
from her cheek and chin and licked her finger clean. Her hands were on
her breasts, fondling them and then they slid down to his cock.

"Yes ... fuck me!" she muttered in a husky, sibilant, erotic tone.
"Shankar ... fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He leaned over her on his knees and one forearm, guiding his cock to
her hole with the other hand. She gasped as she felt the fierce heat
of the cock-head at the portals of her cunt. In position, his buttocks
high and unflexed, he paused on both forearms and knees and bent his
head to kiss her. Her groin jerked unevenly beneath his and he felt
her hands tug his cock downward.

"Ready?" he said.

She nodded eagerly. He flexed his buttocks and slowly inched his penis
forward and down into her. She gasped and winced and her head jerked
back and her mouth flew open in a soundless O as the breath hissed
from her throat. Her cunt was hot and tight and it convulsed
frantically on his invading penis. He shuddered and groaned, his own
head snapping back. Flexing his buttocks, he drove in deeper still,
grinding inexorably forward.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh uhhhh Ohhhh SHUNHHKUHHHHR UH OHMA UHH AHH UHH
OHHH!" Shirlyn cried, her voice ringing in his ears.

His penis was wonderful, hot and thick and hard and, as it seared into
her, rasping across her inflamed clitoris, Shirlyn moaned loudly, her
body arching ecstatically beneath him. Deeper and deeper it went, and
every inch of it was magnificent. It probed deep, filling her cunt
till she thought it would rip her asunder, come out of her throat. She
felt like one gigantic cunt from head to toe. It was incredible,
better than she had ever dreamed it would be.

"OHHHHHHHHhh ... Shankar! Yes! Oh god yes!" she gasped.

He ground into her and held still, embedded to the hilt. She dug her
fingers into his hard hips, her loins thrust up to his, her body
bowed, pinning him to her. Her cunt spasmed frenetically on his penis.

"Oh fuck yes!" he gasped, overcome with delight.

Her cunt was magnificent, hot and wet and tight as a glove. His balls
roiled with steaming spoot and his cock throbbed furiously. He fought
for control, taking several deep breaths to steady himself.

He began to fuck her slowly, rising up on outstretched arms. His hips
rose, his buttocks unflexing and his cock slid slowly out of her,
making her gasp and whimper. He paused with just his cock-head inside
her and then, crying out, his muscles quivering and cording with the
tension, flexed his buttocks and sank his spear into her again. She
cried out sharply, the breath driven from her throat yet again and
arched beneath him. Her head jerked violently to one side and she dug
her fingers into his thick biceps. Her hips bucked unevenly under him.

"OH! Shankar ... UNHHHh ... OHHHHHHHH!" she moaned.

Again he slid out and in, and yet again, setting up a smooth tempo.
She chunnered ecstatically, her body writhing and squirming, her hips
bucking and lurching at first, then gradually finding the rhythm. Up
and down his buttocks went, his cock in and out, in and out. Now she
moved in unison with him, each thrust sending her arching onto the
small of her back and drawing a gasping moan of delight from her and a
corresponding groan of pleasure from him.

He built up speed steadily, and soon his buttocks were bobbing rapidly
up and down, up and down, his hips swinging smoothly to and fro
between her splayed thighs. His cock pistoned faster and faster in and
out of her, emerging and disappearing from her cunt, glistening with
their comingled juices. Her body jerked and snapped under his thrusts,
her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing. Her cries grew sharper and
shriller, short, piercing cries alternating with shuddering moans and
rattling gasps.

"Ohh Ohhh Ohhh uhhh OHhh uhh OHhh uhh Ahhhh UNHhh oH
Shankar-Shankar-Shankar Uhhhhh Ohhmauhh Ohma uhh Ohma oh uhh ohma uhh
ohmaOHHHHHuhhhh OHHHH!" she called.

Faster and faster he went, relentlessly building up speed till he hit
a furious ram-fucking rhythm. She thrashed wildly under him and soared
uncontrollably toward her climax. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed
helplessly on his penis and her head flipped from side to side in
frenzied passion. She looked lovely, her face suffused with lust, her
nostrils dilated, her eyes closed, her mouth open, calling to him and
now her words were obscene and erotic. Her legs rose and wound taut
about his hips.

"Yes ... OHHHhh yes yes yes ... Unhhhhhh ... OHHhhh ... OH OH OH OHHHH
uhhhhh OHHHHHHHH yes *hanh* uhhhh Ahhhhh uhh *hanh* uhhhh uhhhhhh
Shankar-Shankar-Shankar-Uh Ohhh ma uhhhh *hanh* uhh Shankar *hanh* uhh
... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Shirlyn cried.

Her voice rang in his ears and excited him even further. His balls
ached for release. But he was far from done with her. He knew it was
her first time and, if he wanted her to return for more, important
that her satisfaction be intense.

Abruptly, he stopped, buried deep in her. Shirlyn gasped in shock. Her
body, bouncing in unison with his till then, lurched and spasmed
beneath his.

"Shankar!" she gasped. "Please ... don't stop! Not now! Please!"

He grinned, took a deep breath and instantly hit a rapid, ram-fucking
stroke again. Shirlyn's mouth tore open in shock, her neck arched, her
back bowed and twisted and her lips drew back in a rictus of lust.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried loudly.

Again he stopped, this time at the top of his stroke. She went wild,
her loins lurching beneath his, begging for it.

"Shankar ... Shankar ohhhh god Shankar ... please!" she whimpered.

Again he hit a furious rhythm. This time she was waiting for it and
she twisted yet again, crying out and writhing, but with relief now.
She moved with him, hard and fast, lurching and bucking heavily.

Their bodies streamed with sex-sweat now and his belly slapped against
hers as he pumped and pistoned vigorously, moving rapidly in and out
of her. He sensed her on the brink of her orgasm and he slowed gently,
grinding his hips in slow, skewering, spiralling thrusts. Shirlyn
moaned in ecstasy and squeezed her breasts hard.

"Mmmm ... yes ... Ohhhhh yes ... ohhhhh ... Shankar ... *hanh* uhhh
... Uhhh OHhhh ... *hanh* uhhhh ..." she murmured.

She was teetering on the brink of her climax when he stopped and
reared onto his haunches. He opened her legs and held them high and
kept spiral-fucking her slowly. She whimpered, her head spinning from
shoulder to shoulder.

She came in a searing series of back-to-back orgasms of exquisite
intensity as he stroked in and out of her, mashing her cunt-flesh and
taking her from all angles. Her body arched and bowed and she gasped,
groaning in pleasure as her body flooded with heat and her cunt
cramped violently on his thrusting penis. Instantly, he shifted
position again and now he bent her legs back over her torso and,
angling himself forward with his hands on the insides of her thighs,
began to ram-fuck her furiously again.

Without warning, his hips swung like a trip-hammer at full speed, his
cock pistoning in and out. Her head jerked back and her mouth tore
open in a soundless scream. Her body snapped under his thrusts and she
dug her fingers into his thick biceps in a frenzy. Faster and faster
he went and orgasm intensified as his penis plunged and pistoned into
her convulsing cunt. Her breasts jerked and jiggled tossing back and
forth and to and fro under his thrusts.

She came hard, the breath shooting out of her, stars exploding in her
head and now he could hold back no more. He drilled into her again and
again, thrusting in hard and deep and fast, prolonging her pleasure,
going on and on till, finally, her orgasm ebbed. Her body sank to the
floor, shuddering and trembling, her chest heaving, her breath coming
in huge, wracked sobs. He slowed his movements, but continued fucking
her, with long, gentle strokes. Shirlyn moaned, and then, as the
realisation dawned that he intended to fuck her again, her mind soared
in exultation and joy.

Shankar smiled down at her and, bending his head, kissed her gently.
His cock was still hard and throbbing in her cunt, sliding slowly in
and out of her flesh.

"You're good, cunt, very good," he murmured. "But I want more. You
understand, slut? I'm not done yet - gonna fuck you again. You ready
for it?"

For an answer she gripped his head and pulled it down to hers, kissing
him with a fierce hunger, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, lifting
her crotch eagerly to his.

"Yes," she gasped. "I want it, Shankar ... fuck me again! Keep fucking
me, Shankar ... fuck me hard ... fuck me like a whore!"

"That's the spirit!" Shankar chuckled. "I like that in the sluts I
fuck. I like 'em hot and hungry!" He slid out of her body, making her
gasp softly at the release in pressure, and roughly turned her on her
front and jerked her buttocks up so that she was on her hands and
knees. "C'mon ... on your front ... I'm gonna fuck you from behind,
whore ... like a bitch ... like a fucking bitch!" he cried.

Shirlyn moaned softly, in deep lust, her body trembling and quivering
with excitement. The shattering orgasm had, strangely, left her
thirsting for more. She longed to feel the heat and hardness of his
cock in her cunt. Shankar knelt behind her and pressed his cock-head
to her buttocks. She felt it at her anus and tensed, and he sensed her
anxiety. He debated whether to do it, then decided that with a bint
like this, he would have enough opportunity later, there was no rush.

"Another time," he chuckled softly. "Yeah, I'm gonna take me that nice
tight ass of yours, too, bitch ... another time ... now take this!"

And, pressing his cock-head to her cunt-lips, gripping her buttocks,
he slid his hips forward and sank his cock deep into her teenage cunt.
It drove the breath from her throat in a loud gasp and her head
snapped up, her long neck craned and her face contorted in a rictus of
joy.

"OHHHHHHHHH uhh Ohma uhhhh OHHH Shankar uhhhh OHHHHH!" she cried as
the fierce heat of his throbbing, rock-hard penis surged into her
slit. "OHHH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHH Uh oh god yes!"

His crotch pressed to her buttocks and she felt his balls at her
cunt-lips. He ran his hands up her slender, golden-skinned body and
cupped her pendulous breasts, squeezing them, pinching her long, stiff
nipples.

"C'mon baby ... take it ... tell me you like it, bitch ... talk dirty
to me, whore ... c'mon ... take it!"

"Oh god oh god oh god," Shirlyn moaned. "Fuck me Shankar ... yes ...
oh uhhh yes ... fuck my cunt ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard ...
shove your cock up my slit, baby ... do it ... do it to me!"

"Yeh ... that's it, slut ... that's the way ... c'mon now ... take
it!"

He began fucking her with long, deep, skewering thrusts, and Shirlyn
whimpered and gasped, her mind spinning with lust and excitement and
the knowledge that she was still being fucked, and fucked like a
bitch, doggie-style, from behind, just like she had seen him do with
her sister, like the others had done with her sister, like Kenny did
with Susan, like all those movies. His cock was hard and hot and thick
and it filled her cunt, rasping over her inflamed clitoris, piercing
deep into her flesh. The servant held her hips and jerked her back and
forth under him, rocking his buttocks to and fro, driving his cock in
and out of her wonderful cunt. It was tight and hot and felt
incredibly good on his cunt. Her lovely breasts jiggled with his
thrusts as he fucked her faster and harder and deeper; her gold
necklace jumped, slithering up the nape of her long neck, its front
bouncing against her chin and off her breasts. The teenager whimpered
and moaned softly, her body rippling with lust. Her back was superb,
the spine a delicate hollow, her waist narrow, her hips flared.

"Oh yeh ... c'mon ... take it ... oh fuck yes ... take it, whore ...
take my cock ... c'mon, bitch ... Shirlyn bitch-whore ... take it uhhh
yeh ... oh fuck yes ... *hanh* uhh *hanh* uhh *chul* *rundi* *chul*
... *lele* ... *le* *mere* *lund* *ko*!" he gasped.

"OHHH uhh Ohma uhh Ohma uhh ohma uhhh ahhh uhh oh yes oh god yes ...
fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! Fuck me!" she moaned deliriously.

He bent his head, rivetted by the sight of his swollen cock emerging
and disappearing between the sweetly curved lobes of her buttocks,
glistening with their juices. He bent over and squeezed her breasts
and began to move faster and faster, his balls thumping against her
buttocks, his cock skewering her deep. She moaned her delight, turning
her face over her shoulder, her mouth open, and Shankar leaned over
and jammed his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue into her open,
inviting mouth, his hands crushing her breasts. Faster and faster he
went, hammering his thighs at her buttocks with loud slaps, each
thrust drawing a choking, cracked, sobbing gasp of pleasure as his
cock burst into her flesh again and again. She began to orgasm and he
flung his head back, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his
muscles tensing and cording, his belly sucked inward with strain as
her tight, hot, wet cunt convulsed and spasmed frantically on his
cock. Her orgasm intensified and he cried out, his face twisting into
a grimace of pleasure as he rammed greedily deep into her, reaming
into her once, twice, three, four ... half a dozen times ... and then,
with a shuddering groan, he sank deep into her, his buttocks quivering
and twitching at her buttocks, and let himself go. Shirlyn's eyes flew
wide in shock and delight and she gasped, arching her hips higher to
his, greedily sucking his cock in with her cunt, as she felt the
searing shards of his spoot spume from his throbbing shaft into her
sodden slit. For a second, Shankar was stabbed with anxiety that she
might get pregnant - but it was too late. What he didn't know, but she
did, was that Sheila had put her on a pill, not the usual kind, but
one specially formulated by Hedon & Venery for teenagers, one that
didn't bother body growth and development. She was safe, protected and
she was overjoyed that he had lost control and let her feel the
exquisite pleasure of hot jizz spurting into her flesh.

He released her and they sank trembling to the floor. Quickly, he slid
out of her, making her gasp in surprise. He flipped her over on her
back. His cock was dribbling spunk still and he shook it over her
belly and breasts, scooting up to spatter her face. Her lips parted
lasciviously and she took his penis in her mouth again, swallowing the
trickling jizz. Shankar murmured in pleasure. He slid out of her mouth
and got between her thighs, quickly squeezing his cock into her again.
Her cunt was ready and eager and he went in smoothly to the hilt. With
his cock deep inside her, Shankar bent and kissed her gently. She
moaned beneath him, her cunt still twitching and jerking. Her hands
wound around his shoulders and she caressed his powerful slippery back
gently. He kissed her eyes and nose and then their lips met and he
could taste his seed on her tongue and lips. Her breasts crushed
against his hard chest.

He lifted his head, his eyes smiling and cupped her face in his hands.
Her eyes fluttered open and he saw the joy glistening in them. She
caressed his face, her face radiant, her eyes dancing.

"Shankar," she whispered.

He smiled and kissed her. "Good?"

She nodded. "Very good, Shankar. Was it good for you? Was I a good
fuck for you?"

"Fantastic," he said with transparent honesty. "I want to fuck you
again."

She nodded. "Yes. I want it, too. Will you? Now?"

He grinned. "You're one hell of whore!" he said delightedly. But he
shook his head. "But not now. No time. The others will be here soon."

She wanted to tell him but decided it wasn't right. She turned her
face away.

"Shirlyn," he murmured, kissing the nape of her neck. "Don't worry. I
will fuck you, I promise. But not now. Tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes. Up, on the terrace. After dinner, meet me there. I'll wait for
you, and I'll fuck you then. You will come?"

She nodded. She often went up to the terrace after dinner to be on her
own. Everyone knew about it. She would spend an hour there enjoying
the night, watching the stars dreamily as she spun out her fantasies.
She invariably wound up masturbating there under a dark canopy.

His cock was still hard inside her and she writhed happily under him,
stirring him yet again. He smiled at her eagerness.

"Later, whore, later," he growled. "Wait till tonight, then see how I
fuck you, hard and deep and long! Like a whore!"

He slid out of her and she pouted, feigning disappointment. They
laughed together and she felt delirious with joy. It had been
mind-blowing and there was the promise of more, much more.

He flipped on his back beside her in the narrow, stuffy corridor and
she turned around, leaning over him, her face over his, her hair over
her shoulder caressing his cheek. She held his penis affectionately,
jerking it gently and lowered her lips to his. Her breasts pressed to
his chest and her nipples were still rigid and aroused. He cupped one
breast and fondled it gently. She slid up and let it drop into his
mouth like succulent fruit. He relented and sucked tenderly on it,
toying her nipple with his tongue. She murmured in pleasure. He let
her go and she snaked her tongue down his body to his groin and kissed
his cock. It was beautiful, rock-hard and stiff in her fingers and
against her lips and tongue. She sucked the cock-head gently and
caressed her face with the shaft.

She rose to her knees and smiled down at him. He sat up and they
kissed, his hand between her breasts, hers on his cock. He leaned back
and looked at her. He was overcome by her beauty and sexiness. He
thought she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen and, like
this, her body glistening in a sheen of sex-sweat, beads of sweat
dotted her upper lip and strands of silken hair clung damp to the nape
of her superb neck, she was bewitching. Her cunt twinkled with their
juices and for a moment, he was tempted to fuck her again.

He forced himself away and they got to their feet and kissed yet
again, their bodies grinding close, reluctant to part.

"Go," he said softly. "Go, whore ... go bathe ... the others will be
here any minute. Gonna fuck you again tonight!"

Later that night, as he knelt behind her, fucking her on forearms and
knees from behind, doggie style, Shankar marvelled at his fortune. She
was an incredible piece of ass, quite the best he had ever had -
eager, unafraid, sexy, beautiful - and quite insatiable. No matter
what he did to her, she loved it and wanted more, and yet more. And
she was his for the taking, whenever he chose.

She was waiting for him on the terrace when he finally got through his
never ending part-time chores in different households. She led him
silently to a secluded area in deep shadow between two huge concrete
water storage tanks. Without further ado she slipped out of her
clothes and virtually tore his off his body. Her hunger was naked and
obvious and she went at him like a tigress, as if she wanted to devour
all of him.

She knelt and sucked his cock, and already she was astonishingly good
at it. When he pushed her away, she begged him to tongue-fuck her and
there was no way he could refuse. She sat on his face, her head flung
back, her face turned to the silver moon, moaning and gasping
deliriously as he probed her cunt deep. When they were ready, she
turned on her hands and knees and presented her delectable buttocks to
him again, spreading her legs wide, begging him to fuck her from
behind

They fucked for nearly an hour. She wanted to try every position and
he was hard put to slow her down. She seemed to be unusually
knowledgeable about them. He was awed by her skill and the intensity
of her driving lust. She came as he fucked her on all fours and then
she turned him on his back and mounted him, astride his hips, impaling
herself on his cock. She had come half a dozen times already and this
had to be the last - till the next day. She sank lower, biting her
lower lip, her face contorting in a rictus of lust, a soft gasp
hissing from clenched teeth as he held her hips and jerked her down
onto his penis.

"Ohhhhh Shankar ... yes ... OHHhhhh god yes yes OHhhh uhhh *hanh*!"
she moaned, jerking on his penis.

Their bodies glistened with silver beads of sweat that sparkled off
them as they rocked and swung together in mounting frenzy. Her breasts
swung and bounced and she squeezed them in delight as he fingered her
anus, making her writhe on his cock. When she exploded, he timed his
own orgasm to perfection and, thudding up into her, spilled his seed
yet again into her craven cunt.

In the days that followed, they fucked like randy honeymooners at
every opportunity, and Shirlyn's lectual skills quickly grew. She had
a natural aptitude for it and, with practice, she learned how to
prolong her orgasm to achieve mind-blowing intensity, how to torment
him with her lips and tongue and breasts and fingertips and cunt till
he surrendered.

Shirlyn could think of little else. She longed for it and waited
impatiently till they could be alone. Saturdays were the best, for
they had the entire morning free - she had no school, and the rest of
the family was out. But, equally, Sundays were miserable, crawling
with maddening slowness to the night when at last they could meet on
the terrace. They took to fucking all over the house when they were
alone: in her bed, on the floor, in the kitchen, on the dining table,
in the bathroom and even in the open balcony, screened from the prying
eyes of the inquisitive neighbours only by the creepers on the
trellis. She loved that especially, the danger of being found out
adding an erotic thrill to the sex.

He was really good with her: knowledgeable, skilled, blessed with a
good, taut body and a satisfyingly large penis, he could torment her
till she was moaning and keening like a rutting bitch, begging him to
fuck her. He would alternate between great tenderness and masterful
roughness in his handling of her, and the combination was like sugar
and spice and drove her wild.

Shirlyn introduced him to Kenny's videos. Shankar thought they were
fantastic, an immense turn-on. They watched them in the living room,
just the two of them, naked, filled with lust, hot and hungry. Shankar
sat on a couch, his legs spread wide, Shirlyn on the floor between
them. Ordinarily, he was not permitted to use the furniture; but they
had found that reversing their daily roles excited both of them. She
enjoyed having him dominate her, treat her as sex-slave. She looked up
at him and reached back for his hardening penis.

She tilted her head back and reached up for his cock. She took his
cock-head between her lips. He grinned and slid his hands down the
craned column of her throat and cupped and fondled her breasts. Her
nipples were rigid. Her legs split open and her knees forked. He could
see dewdrops of her cunt-juice glistening on her pubic fuzz. She slid
a finger into her crack and began to masturbate. The sight aroused
him. His cock grew hard and slippery in her fist. She turned over and
buried her face in his lap. He gasped and flung his head back as she
took his cock deep in her mouth. On the screen, the sex-vixen was
getting herself laid by a dark, hugely endowed man. He had an
impossibly large cock.

"Look, whore," he muttered and pulled her away.

Shirlyn turned around and gasped. The man's cock was incredible: over
ten inches long, correspondingly thick, with huge balls. He had the
woman on all fours and he was ram-fucking her relentlessly from
behind. The girl's face was contorted in a rictus of unbridled,
unfaked lust and she was moaning and whimpering in joy. Shirlyn's cunt
tingled with excitement.

She rose and turned around to sit on Shankar's lap, her back to him.
She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her cunthole. She eased
herself down onto the cock-head. She fondled his balls, gripped his
cock and slowly, unflexing her buttocks, slid lower. The rough shaft
rasped against her inflamed clitoris and she gasped, tossing her head
back, arching her back. He squeezed her breasts. Her cunt spasmed on
his cock. It was incredible, as always.

"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, whore! Sit on my prick! Take it all!"

"Oh ma ... uhhhh ... OHHHHH!" she gasped and slid lower still,
impaling herself deeply on his cock. It was wonderful, and seemed to
fill her to the brim.

Gasping and panting, she began to rock and buck up and down on his
cock. He grunted and bucked his hips beneath her. They gaped at the
screen.

The woman was now being fucked by another man, who was as heavily
endowed as his predecessor in her orifice. She was on her back and the
man was thumping away, his cock glistening as it stroked and pistoned
in and out of her cunt. Her legs were drawn up high and locked behind
his back and the camera showed, in mind-boggling close-up, his cock
and her cunt and anus as their loins crashed together. Their voices
were loud and their cries obscene and guttural.

Shirlyn went wild. She bucked up and down on Shankar's penis like a
woman possessed, gasping and crying out, arching back to kiss him and
thrust her tongue into his mouth, bouncing up and down on his lap, her
breasts tossing wildly. She squeezed them in her hands and moaned.
Faster and faster she went and soon lost control, tumbling head over
heels in the throes of a tidal orgasm.

"OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHhh Shankar yes yes yes ohhhhhh god yes OHhhhhh
uhh OHHHHHH uhhh *hanh* uhhhhh uhhhhhh Ohmauhhh *hanh* uhhh uhhhhh
Ohma uhh ohmaohma uhhhh OHHHHHHH!" she cried.

Shankar crushed her swollen breasts in his hands. "Take it! C'mon
whore, take my cock! *Le ... le rundi le ... le mere* *lund* ko UNHhh
*hanh*!" he grunted.

Shankar pushed her off his lap and on all fours on the floor and
mounted her from the rear, a position she had grown to dearly love.
She moaned as he slid his cock into her again and began to fuck her
quickly. She turned her face up, rocking gently to and fro beneath
him, watching the screen as she ran her cunt back and forth along the
length of his shaft. Her breasts swung to and fro and he leaned
forward to squeeze them, pinching her rigid nipples.

"Yes ... ohhhh uhh yes ... fuck me ... *chodh mujhe* ... fuck me,
Shankar ... fuck me hard! *jorse chodh*!" she gasped like a whore.

"Take it! Take my cock, whore ... *Lele rundi* ... *le* *mere* *lavde*
*ko* ... *hanh* uhhhhh aHHHhhhhh ... OHhhhh uh OHHHH uhhhhh *hanh* uhh
OHH!"

His buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully and his hips swung rapidly
to and fro, back and forth. He gasped and flung his head back. Shirlyn
whimpered and dug a hand under her body to cup his balls. He groaned
as she squeezed them and rammed into her hard, slamming his balls
against her buttocks.

"YES!" she cried. "Ohhhh yes yes ohhh god yes!"

He hammered violently at her, stopped, started again, stopped again.
He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her back. She spread
her legs and lifted them, drawing him between. He bent over her and
she groped for his cock, guiding it to her hole. He thrust into her
smoothly and she arched under him, gasping, winding her legs taut
about his lean hips.

He moaned and began to fuck her heavily and deeply. She murmured in
pleasure and bucked under him. Their bodies streamed with sweat.
Slowly he took her to the edge and held her there, quivering and
moaning and whimpering, while he stroked gently in and out of her. His
enormous cock was incredible inside her. Her body flamed with lust.

"Come on come on come on," she rasped, gritting her teeth in tension.

But he would not be hurried. He forced her over the edge first, and as
she arched and gasped, clinging fiercely to him, her cunt biting down
sharply on his cock, he stroked swiftly in and out of her till she was
thrashing wildly in her orgasm. Then he drove deep into her again and
again and came hard, shooting thick wads of jizz deep into her cunt.
She arched to him, loving the familiar feel of his spoot warm and
sticky inside her, knowing that he would then pull out of her cunt and
give her his cock to suck, his seed to swallow. It was a routine she
loved, and he never disappointed her.

They had time this afternoon, and when they were done, they lay
together for a while, her body flung half across his, and drifted into
a light sleep. The tape hissed to an end just as Shirlyn woke. She
thumbed the remote and rewound it and began to watch it again. It was
incredibly sexy. She watched a pretty young girl being butt-fucked by
a man with an enormous penis. Soon, he was joined by another, and then
by a third. Her every orifice was plugged. Shirlyn throbbed with
excitement. If only she could have three men, thus ...

Shankar groaned as he felt her lips on his nipple, slowly trickling
down to his loins again. The girl was a nymphomaniac ... no matter
what he did to her, she never seemed to get enough of it ... He sighed
and relented. He was strong enough to come again. As her warm mouth
engulfed his penis, he crossed his arms behind his head, his eyes
closed. Let her work a bit for it. His cock rose slowly, thickening
and swelling between her lips till it was rock-hard again.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Haven't you had enough, slut?"

She giggled and shook her head. "I can't ever have enough, lover."

He chuckled. "C'mon ... sit on my dick ... backwards ..."

She knew why he liked her to mount him thus. It enabled him to
finger-fuck her ass. She loved having his finger in her butt. It was
only a question of time before he put his cock into her ass - and she
was waiting for it, wanting it. She turned, her back to his face, and,
straddling his hips, impaled herself slowly on his cock again. Her
buttocks split open, and Shankar pressed his fingertip to her anus.
Her sphincter spasmed and yielded and he slid it in. Shirlyn chewed
her lower lip in excitement. It felt so good, so very good ...

She began to rock to and fro and up and down on his cock. His finger
slid gently in and out of her anus as she bucked on his crotch. Her
breasts bounced and jiggled heavily. Her mind filled with visions of
several men fucking her together, taking her in the ass and cunt and
mouth together, flooding her body with their thick, warm jizz.

Now  Shirlyn  was  going wild beneath him, sweating and tossing and
heaving frenetically, her lovely face flipping from side to side and
contorting in paroxysms of ecstasy. Her silky hair was awry, strands
clinging damply to the nape of her neck and her brow. She crushed her
breasts in her hands and her hips bucked and heaved up and down under
him, devouring his penis greedily. Her gold necklace tossed and
slapped on her honey skin. He groaned and flexed his buttocks, driving
down harder and deeper, skewering her with a wicked roll of his hips
that made her gasp and arch and cry out.

Faster and faster they went, the servant and the daughter of the
household, their hips crashing together in a frenzy of naked lust. Her
voice rang in his ears. She pulled his head down and thrust her tongue
up into his mouth. Her hips bucked and lurched beneath him and, as his
immensely swollen, throbbing, searing cock pistoned in and out of her
torpid flesh, rasping against her inflamed clitoris, Shirlyn spun over
the edge and orgasmed hard. Her back cambered, the breath rushed out
of her throat in a shuddering gasp, her mouth tearing open. He changed
his tempo, thrusting into her hard, holding fast, then slowly
withdrawing to plunge in again and again till her tidal wave of her
orgasm ebbed.

She was ravenous, insatiable, incredible.

Shuddering and trembling, she unwrapped her legs slowly from about his
waist. His cock was still rock-hard and throbbing inside her. She
caressed his sweaty back dreamily, slowly drawing her finger down his
spine to his buttocks. She teased his anus with her fingertip and he
grunted and squirmed, rolling his cock inside her cunt. She murmured
her pleasure.

She kissed him again, and began to writhe her hips sensuously beneath
him, grinding round and round, her cunt muscles expertly spasming on
his cock and goading him on to take her again. She arched a slippery
breast to his lips and sighed in pleasure as he sucked gently on it.

"I win, whore," he grinned.

She smiled and tongued his ear lasciviously. "Don't you want your
reward?"

By now, they had reached a stage where their copulation was daily
contest, to see who could hold out longest. It was a game in which
there were only victors.

He chuckled and slid smoothly out of her and waited, kneeling on the
floor, his proud penis thrust out, his thighs spread. She turned
around and bent over before him, taking his cock in her mouth, sucking
it slowly. He tossed his head back and groaned in delight. His hard
belly rippled with excitement. His hips pumped and he bent his head to
watch her head rocking to and fro between his thighs. He began to move
her head back and forth to suit his pleasure, aroused by the sight of
his cock sliding in and out of her face.

"Mm ... yeh ... suck it ... suck my cock, bitch ... yeh ... c'mon ...
suck harder ... oh fuck yes ... that's it ... *choos*, *rundi*,
*choos*! *Jor* *se* *choos*!"

Her tempting buttocks were thrust up ahead of him and he bent over and
pressed his finger into the cleft between them. She grunted and her
hips writhed, her thighs splitting open. He slid his finger into her
sodden crack. He finger-fucked her gently for several minutes, her
body shaking and juddering as his palm rocked to and fro at her
buttocks.

Her eyes glittering with renewed excitement, she rose and turned
around on all fours, with her back to him. One hand groping between
their legs for his cock, the other on the floor, she backed herself
onto his lap, her thighs outside his, manoeuvering his cock under her
cunt-lips. Her succulent breasts dangled pendulous.

Shankar waited with his legs folded beneath him, on his knees. Holding
his rigid, throbbing cock delicately by the cock-head she guided it to
her hole. She paused, trembling, with his burning cock-head at the
portals of her wet haired cunt. Tensing, her head arching, she
squeezed his cock-head into her slit. It was huge, distending her
cunt-lips painfully wide open, hot and throbbing, pulsating powerfully
inside her.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned in a low, lust laden tone.

"Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... take it ... *chul* ... Shirlyn *chul* ..."
he murmured softly. "*Chul*, *rundi*, *chul* ... c'mon, whore ... take
it!"

Her cunt was like a furnace, hot and wet, clamping and sucking,
spasming almost uncontrollably on his penis. She released his cock,
and leaned forward on both hands now. They both paused for a long
moment, savouring the exquisite delicacy of the sensations in their
loins. Her head was arched, her back and lovely spine arched deeply
inward, her buttocks flexed and taut as her cunt spasmed and clamped
and sucked hard on his cock. He caressed her gently, his hands sliding
up and down her flanks and back and torso, making her shudder in
delight. He reached around her and tweaked her rigid, throbbing
nipples. His lips pressed hot at the nape of her neck, and her face
turned to one side, her lips questing for his. He kissed her deeply,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it. They broke
apart and again his hands were venturing all over her superbly
contoured body, exploring her flesh, now at her cunt-lips, fingering
her clitoris, now between her buttocks, lobing them open and teasing
her puckered anus. She moaned thickly, overcome with lust.

"Mm ... yes ... ohh uhh *hanh* uhhh ... yes ... ohhh yes," she
mumbled.

Her hips began to writhe, undulating and rolling in heavy, slow
circles, churning her cunt-flesh with his massive penis. He gasped and
leaned back on his buttocks, his hands prising her buttocks open, his
eyes rivetted by the sight of her expanding cunt-lips gyrating and
slowly descending on the monstrous enormity of his penis. Her breath
came in short, rasping gasps as her cunt sank and sank and sank,
slowly descending down the length of his cock, his penis dark and hard
and thick and long disappearing inch by glorious inch into her
incredible love grotto.

Again she paused, and now only a third of his cock still protruded
from her impaled cunt. Her shoulders hunched, her head sagged and she
gasped, her body heaving and shaking with tension, her belly and loins
on fire, her breasts hurting delightfully. Gasping, she began to move
before him, rocking back and forth on her hands and knees. Her
buttocks rose and fell, her spine dipped and arched, her gold necklace
tossed and swung. His cock emerged and disappeared between the lobes
of her buttocks, her cunt rising up its length, then slithering down
again. His hands on her hips, he guided her motions, keeping her
rhythm steady. With each downward thrust, her cunt slid down deeper
and deeper on his cock. He himself did not move, letting her do the
work. Her buttocks flexed and unflexed, her belly drew in with the
strain and now she was moving rapidly, jerking faster and faster up
and down, back and forth, to and fro, faster and faster and faster.

"OH ... OHh ... uhh OHhhh ... Uhhhh ... OHhh ... uhh OHma uhhh Ohma
uhh OHhhhmauhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh uhhhh ohhhh ... Shankar ohhh uhhh  Ohhh
... OH ... Oh-OH-OH ... uhhh ahhh ... uhh ... ahhhh ... uhhh ...
ahhhhh ... uhhh ... OHHh ... uhh ... OHHH uhh OHHHHHHH!" she went.

She was gasping and panting, her head now arching, now sagging, now
arching again, her voice ragged already. He fondled her expertly, his
own belly sucked in, his hips utterly still, his head bent, watching
her buttocks come down deeper and deeper onto his dick. He pursed his
lips, his nostrils flared, heat and jizz surging in his loins, his
cock hard and hot and throbbing, the thick veins standing out angrily
along its length rasping against her inflamed clitoris.

She reached down again with one hand, her long finger coiling around
the bulge of his shaft and the lower rim of his cock-head as her cunt
glided up and down on his penis. She held it with elegance even then,
at first with her fingers and thumb curled beneath the cock-head, then
with the forefinger along the underside of the shaft, the other three
fingers on the other side. She fondled his cock, jerking and squeezing
it with increasing fervour, moving it round and round inside her
juicy, dripping cunt.

At last, she thrust down hard with a long, low cry and her cunt sank
down deep, swallowing his sword smoothly to the very hilt. Instantly,
he held her pinned, and the breath hissed from her fiercely clenched
teeth. Again he fondled her breasts and kissed her. She teetered on
the brink of an orgasm. Shirlyn reared up, her head flung back, her
hands on her bent knees, her shoulders stooped, hollows deepening
above her collarbone, her body bucking and jerking rapidly up and
down, up and down, her gasps and moans rising and ululating.

Finally, he released her and she immediately resumed her rocking and
jerking motion, riding him hard and rapidly, her cunt rising and
falling, sliding up and down the length of his penis, which glistened
as it emerged and disappeared between her buttocks.

"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... take it, whore ... take my cock!" he gasped
thickly.

He pushed her forward onto her forearms and knees and rose on his own
knees behind her. She waited, gasping and whimpering excitedly. He
began to fuck her slowly, rocking his hips to and fro, his buttocks
flexing and unflexing as he pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt.
Her cries rose in pitch and volume and she rocked back and forth under
his thrusts, her head craned up. Faster and faster he went, building
up speed and depth till he was hammering furiously to and fro without
a care any longer, his head tossed back, his belly sucked in. Faster
and faster he went, thrusting and pistoning and pounding like a demon,
making her cry out sharply, her voice loud with lusty abandon.

Shirlyn zoomed up the curve again and was teetering on the verge of a
cataclysmic orgasm when he stopped and eased his cock out of her. She
whimpered in despair and frustration.

"Shankar ... oh god ... please ... don't stop!" she begged.

He laughed. "Wait, baby ... now I'm gonna fuck your ass!"

He pressed her forward into a *namaz* position, her chest and face on
the counterpane, her buttocks raised high and salved his cock with
Vaseline from a jar on the bedside table. He prised open her buttocks
and she tensed slightly as he smeared her anus with it. Slowly, he
inveigled his Vaseline-coated finger into her asshole and she gasped,
her face contorting, fingers clawing at the sheets, her mind spinning
with excitement that it was happening finally, he was fucking her
butt, he was buggering her, sodomizing her, raiding her ass!

"C'mon Shankar ... quickly! Fuck my ass! *Chodh* *mere* *gaand* *ko*!"
she groaned.

He was deeply aroused by the sight of her lovely buttocks spread open
for his pleasure, her puckered anus inviting him. He held his cock and
pressed it to her asshole. She gasped, her sphincter spasmed, then
yielded and he flexed his buttocks and thrust forward slowly with a
loud, shuddering gasp, his head snapping back. His cock-head popped
into her rear channel and her anus convulsed frantically on it. Her
head jerked back, her mouth tore open and she cried out aloud, her
face twisted in a rictus. Her fingers rucked at the sheets.

"Yes ... OHMA UHH AHH UHHHHHHHH OH SHUHNNKUHHHR UHHHH OH Shankar ...
*hanh* uhhhhh OHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, her back bowing inward as he
drove in deeper and deeper.

Shankar tossed his head back and gasped, slowly pushing deeper and
deeper into her ass. Her breath came in heaving, wracked sobs as his
cock surged inexorably inward. Her chest heaved and her cries were
broken, choking sobs of pure pleasure now. He began to fuck her ass
heavily, rocking her back and forth under him in time to the
to-and-fro swinging thrusts of his hips. His taut, strong buttocks
flexed and unflexed as he drove his cock in and out of her anus. She
writhed and squirmed beneath him, crying out with each thrust, her
body jerking and twisting in ecstatic agony under him. Holding her
buttocks, he began to move faster, hitting a smooth, even tempo,
thudding his hips at hers with soft slapping sounds.

His cock glistened and shone as it stroked powerfully, thick and dark
and hard in and out of her anus. He reached under her body for her
breasts and then her clitoris and began to strum it with his thumb and
fingertip.

Shirlyn orgasmed hard, pinwheels exploding in her head and he gasped
as he felt the hard spasm of her fiery anus on his penis. She tensed,
arching her head, her body rigid with tension, her buttocks flexed
taut, squeezing painfully on his penis as the orgasm thundered through
her, leaving her panting and moaning and shuddering. Shankar gasped
and slammed his cock into her rear channel once, twice, three, four,
five times, making her cry out and moan, her face contorting in a
rictus of lust; till at last he sank into her ass with a shuddering
gasp and let himself go, crushing her breasts in delight. She moaned,
and stiffened and whimpered in bliss as she felt the familiar heat of
his jizz sizzle into her asshole. He gasped, coming and coming and
then, slowing sliding out of her ass, squeezed his cock into her cunt
and fucked her tenderly from behind. Shirlyn moaned, her body
trembling and shuddering.

Finally, he slid out of her, making her gasp softly. She lay on her
front on the bed, her face turned to one side, pillowed in her
forearms. Her body was flecked with sweat. Her eyes were closed. She
looked lovely, and he lay down on his back beside her and studied her
with pleasure. She was still breathing hard, her nostrils flared, her
lips slightly parted. She snuggled closer and flung her arm across his
chest, her leg across his hips. She cupped his penis and balls and
kissed his nipple. They lay in a comfortable silence for a while,
deeply contented.

"Time for one more?" she murmured softly, swirling her tongue in his
ear.

He groaned. "Oh god. All right. But quickly."

She snaked down his body and he gasped as he felt her warm mouth
envelope his penis again. He sighed and closed his eyes and leaned
back. The bint was incredible. His cock began to stiffen and he
gasped. She slid up astride him and took his cock and impaled her cunt
deep on it. He moaned and bucked under her, forcing a gasp, and she
began to rock back and forth and up and down. Her head arched back and
she gasped, squeezing her breasts in her hands. He was transfixed by
the suffusion of lust on her lovely face. She leaned over him, her
breasts jiggling and bouncing as she bucked faster over him. He
squeezed her breasts them and sucked on one ripe mound and she gasped
in joy and hit an orgasm. He groaned beneath her, and thrusting up
hard into her, came violently, emptying his spoot-tanks into her
sodden cunt.


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