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by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>
THE BINT FROM BOMBAY CHAPTER 5 : DIRTY HARRY
"Actually, brother mine, you're one dishy hunk," Shirlyn said with a
grin.
"You're not half bad yourself, sister dear," her brother Harry
replied. "That makes us quite a couple, doesn't it?"
"Mm. And incest is ..."
"Best?"
"Right!" she laughed brightly, tossing her silky dark hair.
He sipped his drink and set it down. Ever since their recruitment at
Hedon & Venery, that mammoth global organisation devoted to purveying
sexual gratification, the two siblings had given full reign to their
innate sexuality. Even the most ancient of taboos, violated a long
time ago in submission to naked lust, was now a mere anachronism that
no longer troubled them in the least. They loved each other dearly and
knew each other well, and their sex was simple, passionate, yet deeply
satisfying.
There was a strong physical resemblance between them, though her
features were softer and finer where his were rugged and utterly
masculine. They shared a clear brow and fine, straight nose with
slightly flared nostrils and high cheekbones and a firm chin, pointed
in her case, square in his. Her eyes were lovely, large and brown,
lined with *kajal* and perennially full of sparkling good humour and a
wicked mischief that made men want her desperately. Her hair, like
his, was silky and dark, but she tinted it to give it a lovely auburn
highlight. Her mouth was delicious, soft and pleasing with a superbly
bowed upper lip over a full, straight lower lip. Her neck was
extraordinary, a long, elegant, swan-like column that supported her
delicately honed head. When she did her hair in a high knot or a
braid, it looked even lovelier. Her ears were small and stuck out
cutely. Her teeth were white and even, the left incisor slightly
chipped, an irregularity he knew many men found singularly erotic and
appealing.
Her body was beautiful. Not very tall, she was slender and stunningly
curved. The long neck led smoothly past sexy hollows in her throat and
collar bones, around gently sloping shoulders to wonderful breasts
full, firm, ripe, delectable with long dark nipples in puckered
aureoles. He knew how hypersensitive her breasts and nipples were: he
had often watched her orgasm over and over, moaning and keening like a
lost puppy as a man sucked and fondled them. In anything she wore, her
breasts were lovely, jutting out proudly over the hem of her blouse,
straining at a bikini bra, luscious under a fine T-shirt. Her cleavage
was deep, tempting and she wore a gold necklace that rode high on the
nape of her neck and disappeared tantalisingly into the vale between
her gorgeous breasts. Beneath, her belly was firm and flat with a
delicately hollowed navel and her hips flared to firm, superbly
rounded buttocks curving over a dark and inviting cleft. He knew she
liked nothing so much as a long, hard, thick penis grinding between
those lovely curves, sliding inexorably inward into either of her
lower orifices. Her hips curved sweetly to slender, elegant legs with
strongly arched feet. Her limbs were smoothly turned, the wrists and
ankles delicate, the fingers tapering beautifully. When they roamed a
man's naked body or curled around his penis or arched into her own
slit or that of another woman, her fingers were erotic beyond compare.
Her skin was smooth and utterly clear, the colour of light honey,
unblemished by the fine down that marred the beauty of so many women.
There was a sexy little birthmark high inside her left breast.
His clean-shaven features were stronger and less delicate. His jaw was
square, handsome, his eyes dark. His mouth was full and sensuous, the
eyes intelligent and deep-set, his hair cut short. He, too, had
strong, even teeth. His body was magnificent. He had broad, muscular
shoulders, a deep, cleaved, utterly hairless chest, the torso tapering
in a breathtakingly savage V to high hips and a narrow waist, the back
curving steeply inward from the shoulders to the spine and then down
to his hips. His belly was a slab of rock, every muscle defined. His
buttocks were firm and taut and his arms and legs were long and
bunched with thick muscles. His skin was stretched tautly over his
frame, showing off the hard sinew in his upper arms, forearms, thighs
and calves.
Harry sprawled low in a deep chair, clad in comfortable baggy trousers
and nothing else. She sat sideways on his lap, dressed in sleeveless
black T-shirt with a wide, deep neck nothing but the gold chain around
her neck.
As their eyes held, the sexual desire flickered, caught, then leapt in
unspoken words between them. er hands slid over his torso, caressing
the firm, manly contours of his body, relishing and loving the feel of
his hard strength. He slipped his hands up under her T-shirt and
cupped her naked breasts beneath. She tensed and trembled at his
expert, knowing touch, her nipples stiffening instantly, popping erect
in his fingers. He pinched and twirled them gently and she shuddered
as ripples of sexual hunger coursed through her delicate frame.
Her eyes grew bright and glassy with lust. Her lips parted and her
breath was warm and sweet on his face as her lips neared hers. They
kissed gently, deeply, lips apart, and her tongue, pointed and, he
knew, full of cunning when it worked a man's penis or anus or nipples
or anything at all, slid sexily in and out of his mouth, fencing with
his own.
She turned around to straddle his laps and wound her arms over his
shoulders, smiling at him fondly and, leaning forward, kissed his
cheek, nuzzled his ear, tongued it, sucked on his lobe. Harry smiled,
fondling her breasts.
They broke the kiss and he lifted the T-shirt off her head. He could
feel the warmth of her cunt against his belly. He cupped her breasts,
marvelling at the perfection of their weight and size and form. He
bent forward and gently lapped at one stiff, long nipple with his
tongue, making her moan and gasp softly, clenching his head to her
chest, arching her back. He sucked sharply on her breast and she
hissed in joy. They broke apart again, his hand between her breasts,
her hands cupping his handsome face.
"Harry," she murmured.
"Mm?"
"Tell me about the first time. With Sheila," she murmured.
"You know all about it, babe. I've told you before. So has she."
"Tell me again. It's so sexy to hear about it."
He chuckled softly. "Well, babe, if you think *hearing* about it is
sexy, you should have seen how sexy it *felt*!"
He cupped her swollen breasts, feeling them harden in his hands, the
nipples quivering with tension. She looked lovely, with the long neck,
the gold chain riding high on the nape, slightly raised over her
flesh, where her shoulders hollowed sexily.
"Tell me, Harry ... tell me how my lovely brother and sister first
committed incest."
___________
Sheila was not quite sixteen when she lost her virginity to the
house-servant one hot afternoon. Everyone else was out of the house
and she was supposed to be studying for her exams.
Actually, she was fantasizing, and the pages were a blur. It was hot
and humid. The ceiling fan barely stirred the torpid air. She
unbuttoned her cotton shirt and pulled it open. She was not wearing a
bra, and she fanned herself with her notebook, shivering as her
nipples popped erect. A ribbon of sweat trickled through her deep
cleavage. She squeezed her breasts gently, rolling the mounds under
her palms and tweaked her nipples. Her breasts grew warm and heavy.
Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and pulled off her shorts.
Spreading her legs wide, she slid her finger to her crotch and began
to masturbate slowly. It felt so good. She rubbed her finger up and
down her slit and, sensuously rubbed her moist finger over her
puckered aureoles. She closed her eyes. If only she could have a man.
A real man, with a real penis, long and thick and dark, like the one's
she saw in her biology books and in the erotic magazines and movies
she spirited from her Uncle Stanley's cupboard. A big cock, one she
could suck and play with till it was hard. Then he would squeeze it
into her cunt and she would feel its heat and hardness in her flesh,
filling her cunt, rasping over her gorged clitoris. A black man, yes,
one of those, hard-bodied and muscular with an enormous penis ... just
like the one she had seen in the movie the other day ...
The memory aroused her and Sheila frantically vibrated her fingertip
against her clitoris. Her orgasm neared and she stopped. She had long
discovered the intense satisfaction of prolonging orgasms. Slowly, she
began masturbating again, arching two fingers into her cunt, rubbing a
third against her clitoris. With a soft moan, Sheila let herself go.
Her finger wiggled furiously in her cunt, strumming her gorged
clitoris and she gasped as the orgasm hit. Her cunt-juices seeped over
her wrist and fingers. Gasping and panting, she wiped her hand on her
breasts, and licked her fingers clean.
Somehow, it wasn't good enough. Sighing, she turned back to her books.
It was impossible. Soon, her mind was wandering again. Sighing, she
got up and, knotting her shirt-tails under her breasts, leaving her
midriff bare, wandered out of the room and went into the kitchen. The
refrigerator hummed silently, promising coolness. Small mercies. She
got herself a drink of water and ice from the freezer. She popped
several cubes in her glass and taking three or four in her hand, ran
them around her temples, over her face and through her cleavage. It
felt very sexy. Her nipples hardened again. Smiling with pleasure, she
slid her hand under the open lapels of her shirt and moved the ice
cubes over her nipples. They quivered and she felt her cunt suddenly
ooze with excitement.
She turned, with her hand still inside her shirt, over her breast, and
froze in shock. At the door, watching her quietly stood their new
part-time servant, Ramu. Her jaw dropped and she gaped at him and
flushed, too shocked even to move her hand out of her shirt. He stood
watching her silently, expressionless.
He was a handsome young man in his early twenties, who did the
sweeping, mopping, the laundry. He was tall and dark, with a strong,
rough-hewn, handsome face. His hair was thick and dark. He was
clean-shaven. His body was muscular with broad shoulders, a cleaved
chest, a flat belly and long arms and legs thick with muscle. She had
often fantasized about him fucking her.
Ramu stood still, as if carved of stone. The ice melted in her hand
and stained her shirt. She slid her hand out, her heart pounding in
her chest, her lips open, gasping softly, her eyes wide, her head
roaring with terror and fear, a deep clench in her gut. He had seen
her. It was too late. She was found out.
They stood still, staring at each other and their eyes locked and, as
his eyes burned into her, she felt a sudden frisson of excitement. He
was so sexy and, in this heat, he had taken off his shirt and was clad
only in his tight shorts. Involuntarily, her eyes slid to his crotch
and lingered on the tempting bulge between his legs.
He stepped forward silently and she pressed herself back against the
fridge door. Slowly, he came up to her, his eyes never leaving hers.
She cowered against the fridge, looking up at him. His body was very
close to hers, almost touching her. She could smell the tangy, sexy,
sweaty odour of his body. She noticed that his armpits were shorn. His
chest was sexily clear of any trace of hair. His nipples were very
dark and sharp in small aureoles. She wanted to lean forward and suck
one of them. He inched closer and his broad, strong feet touched hers.
Her hands dropped to her sides.
Slowly, he hooked his fingers in the knot of her shirt and pulled it
wide. His hands cupped her face and tilted it up to his. His lips
fluttered over hers. She closed her eyes. His lips fastened on hers
and she felt them part and his tongue pressed to her lips. She could
not resist. Her lips opened and his tongue slid into her mouth.
Simultaneously, his hands slid down her neck and over her breasts.
Sheila trembled and her nipples shot out and her breasts grew hot and
hard. Instinctively, her arms curled around his shoulders. Kissing her
gently, deeply, he squeezed her breasts, fondling them adroitly. His
groin pressed to her belly and she could feel the hard length of his
penis. She felt dizzy with lust ... she had never felt a real penis
before, never been so close to any man.
"I ...," she began as the kiss broke, but he silenced her by kissing
her again.
She grew feverish and trembled with excitement as his evidently expert
hands fondled and aroused her gently. His hands slid down her belly
and over her buttocks, down to the backs of her thighs, then moved
around to the front. His fingers slid into the baggy legs of her
shorts and she stiffened as she felt them crawl up towards her crotch.
He moved them higher and continued kissing and nuzzling her neck,
tonguing her ear, nibbling her earlobe. Pulling her shorts in a tight
V at her crotch, he pressed his fingertips to her slit. It was already
wet and her legs shook and parted of their own accord as he pulled her
cunt-lips open and gently drew his fingers along her crack. It was
already moist and his fingers danced over the soft bush of her pubic
hair, gently teasing her cunt-lips open and touching the wet, warm
flesh within.
Then he pushed his hands down the waistband of her shorts and squeezed
her buttocks. Prising them open, he pressed his fingertip to her anus.
Sheila moaned softly and, her hands on his belly, bent her head to his
dark, solid chest, kissed his nipple and began to suck it gently. She
flipped her tongue erotically at the dark, hard stub and he grunted.
Her face was soft and her mouth was warm and tempting. Tiny, fiery
flames of pleasure leaped through his muscular frame. She sucked
harder on his nipple.
It surprised and pleased him. He smiled, and his teeth were strong and
white and even. He pulled her shorts down and she was naked in his
arms. His fingers caressed her cunt and anus and breasts again. Her
excitement growing, she caressed his hard belly and chest, sucking his
nipples by turn. Her fingers fluttered at the base of his belly. He
stopped caressing her, to unbutton his shorts and pull down his fly.
His shorts peeled open and involuntarily, her hand dropped between his
legs.
The first touch of his penis was electrifying. Her fingers flew away
and immediately returned and, this time, closed around the massive
thickness of his shaft. She pulled his shorts down and freed his
penis. He stepped back and she looked down. It was the loveliest thing
she had seen. Seven inches long, still limp, it was an inch and a half
thick. His balls were heavy and low. She cupped them gently and
squeezed his penis, drew her fingers tenderly up and down its length,
examining its contours. It was smoothly shorn down to the hilt and,
though she did not know it then, she was soon to learn the reason for
this. He smiled at her awe and she felt his hands pushing her gently
to her knees.
With a shuddering moan, she slipped to her knees before her servant.
He looked down at her and nodded.
"Come ... frig me ... like this ..."
He guided her hand and showed her how to masturbate him, flipping his
foreskin back. His cock-head was thick and dark.
"You want it, don't you?"
She nodded, her eyes rivetted on his penis, the first she had known,
the first of a long succession of cocks that were to revel in her
flesh.
She jerked it with increasing confidence as it stirred and began to
lengthen and thicken in her hand.
"You must take it in your mouth and suck it. Use your tongue
especially."
Moaning softly, Sheila caressed her face with his cock, her eyes half
closed. It felt wonderful, warm and heavy and thick, more erotic than
anything she had imagined. It smelled musky and sexy. Her head swam
with excitement.
Hesitantly, she pushed her tongue out against the cock-head. Ramu's
breath hissed sharply, his belly rippled and his penis quivered in her
fingers. Emboldened by his reaction, she did it again and now her
tongue swirled over the swollen knob of his cock-head. Her servant
gasped, more loudly and pulled her head forward, jerking his hips at
her face.
"Come on ... take it in your mouth ... suck it ... suck my cock!" He
gasped.
It was the first time she had heard a man use such words and they
excited her. Slowly, she slipped her lips about the cock-head and
gently began to suck his penis.
"Ahh!" Ramu groaned, flinging his head back. "Yes ... OHhhh yes ...
OHH god that feels so good ... suck it ... suck my cock! Use your
tongue! C'mon! Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon ... suck my dick, bitch!
Suck it, whore ... suck harder!"
The repeated aischrolgia added to her arousal. She forced herself to
take still more of his cock-shaft in her mouth. Her face distended
with his size. Her tongue grew frantic on the cock- head in her mouth.
It tasted wonderful, tangy and musky and erotic. She pressed her
tongue to the slit in his cock-head and he groaned. His cock sputtered
and she gagged as he spewed pre-cum jizz into her mouth. But the taste
of it on her tongue was infinitely arousing and she swallowed it
obediently, still sucking him. Now her head rocked back and forth in
front of him.
Ramu fucked her face slowly, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking
her head to suit his pleasure. His cock glistened and gleamed as it
went in and out of her mouth. She held his hips, cupped his balls and
then, to his amazement, tried to finger his anus. Groaning, he moved
his legs apart and she slid her fingertip to his asshole. Now guided
by instinct and her reading of pornography, she dipped her head and
sucked and licked his heavy, low balls. The servant gasped in wonder.
"Please," she murmured, looking up at him. "Please ... use those words
again."
A grin of delight creased his handsome features. This was better than
he expected.
"Yeh ... take it, bitch ... take my cock ... suck it! Oh yes ... suck
it, whore!" he gasped, and she thrilled at the words.
She remembered watching the porn-star Falu, and the things she had
done with the men who fucked her, and drew inspiration from the
memory.
"I ... I want to lick ... your ass," she whispered. "*Teri gaand
chatni hain*."
Ramu looked at her incredulously and shook his head in wonder. Her
face burrowed between his thighs, turned upward like a suckling
calf's. He reached back and pulled his buttocks open. Her face and
lips were soft between his thighs, inordinately erotic. His penis
sawed the air. He gasped as her tongue slithered into the dank cleft
between his buttocks and swirled over the puckered flesh of his anus.
It tasted musky and sexy and she groaned and flipped her tongue over
the contracting muscle, rimming his ass.
Groaning, he pulled her head back and fucked her face again. Already,
she was more adroit and her hunger was unmistakable. Fondling her
breasts with one hand, the other in her crotch, Sheila sucked her
servant's penis greedily. It throbbed and pulsed in her mouth and he
fucked her face rapidly, moaning and jerking his hips back and forth,
rocking her head in both hands.
When he pulled her to her feet again, Sheila was thrilled to see the
excitement on his face. His eyes glittered and his nostrils were
flared, his lips agape. He kissed her hungrily, squeezing her breasts,
fondling her buttocks and thighs. She squirmed eagerly against him,
holding his penis fearlessly and rubbing it between her thighs.
"You want it, don't you? You really want it?" His eyes smiled.
She nodded and sucked his nipple.
"Turns you on, doesn't it, talking like this?"
"Yes," she murmured. "It's sexy."
"I want to fuck you," he whispered, tonguing her ear. "I want to fuck
your cunt. I want to fuck you like a whore. Say you want it, too."
"Yes," she gasped, his words burning in her ears. "I want your cock in
my cunt. Fuck me like a whore, Ramu. In my cunt."
He chuckled softly and lowered the small fold-down table, and hoisted
her onto the edge. They kissed and he pushed her down firmly on her
back on the table. Her hips were at the edge and her legs dangled over
the side. He pulled them apart and she tensed, thinking that he would
ram his cock into her any minute. Grinning, he leaned over her and
flicked her nipple with his tongue.
Sheila gasped. His tongue was heavy and rough and her nipple quivered
in excitement. He flicked it rapidly back and forth and then tugged it
with his teeth. Sheila groaned, her face turned to one side. Slowly,
he began to suck on her breast, using his tongue on the nipple and
scraping it across his teeth and palate. Sheila writhed with pleasure
as ribbons of lust leaped through her body.
She squeezed her other breast, but he moved her hand away and,
moistening his fingertip with gunk from his cock-head, smeared it on
her aureole and nipple. Sheila moaned softly. His tongue slithered
into the deep valley between her breasts and swirled in tantalisingly
slow circles up the other mound. He sucked on that breast and his hand
crawled down her belly to her crotch.
"Ohhhhh uhhh yes!" she groaned.
Her thighs trembled and split open for his finger. Gently, he drew a
finger down her crack. Squeezing her breasts together, he sucked them
simultaneously. Sheila arched under him, clenching his head.
"OHHHH ... Oh Ramu!" She gasped.
Excited at hearing her call his name, Ramu moved his head lower,
kissing and licking her firm belly. He swirled his tongue through her
navel and she writhed and he moved lower and nuzzled her crotch. Her
pubic hair was soft and springy and trimmed. Then she surprised him
again by splitting her legs wide, pulling her cunt-lips open and
calling to him.
"Ramu ... lick my slit ... I want your tongue in my cunt ...
tongue-fuck me!"
He drove his tongue into her sodden slit and she gasped and arched,
her hands under her breasts, her head snapping back. Her mouth opened
in a wide 'O' of joy and she cried out in pleasure. His tongue was
wonderful, thick and heavy and rough.
Sheila's hips bucked and twitched. She squeezed her breasts in
excitement, her head flipping from side to side. His tongue was thick
and heavy and solid. It probed deep and flickered like lightning at
her clitoris. Sheila groaned. Slowly, Ramu slid his thick middle
finger into her cunt. It contracted on his finger and, grinning at her
cries of pleasure, he slid up again to suckle her breasts while his
hand pumped steadily between her thighs.
"Oh Ramu ... yes OHH yes Ohhh god yes!" She gasped. "Put ... put ...
another ... finger inside ... I want another finger in my cunt ...
OHHHH yes ... that's it ... Ohh god yes!"
Ramu moved around the table and, still sucking her breasts and
masturbating her cunt, thrust his penis at her face. She swallowed it
greedily, sucking sharply, her head rocking rapidly back and forth as
her body twitched and writhed on the kitchen table. Already her tongue
was more deft and he groaned at the softness and moist warmth of her
mouth.
She was teetering on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm when he
stopped. Moaning in frustration, she tried to claw his hand back to
her crotch, her body twitching. Chuckling, he moved between her legs,
pulling her thighs wide apart and jerking her hips to the edge of the
table.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, whore!" He gasped. "I'm gonna fuck you like a
cheap, randy whore! You want that, doncha?"
The abuse sent a frisson of excitement through her and she moaned her
lusty assent. Grinning broadly, the servant pushed her legs up high
and pressed his cock-head to her cunt- lips. Sheila tensed, her eyes
closed, her hands clenching the sides of the table. She could feel the
fierce heat of his cock.
"You want it, bitch?" He rasped softly. "Say you want it! Beg for it!"
"Please," she moaned. "Give it to me ... I want it ..."
"More!" He gasped, moving his cock-head sensuously up and down her
crack. "Tell me what you want! Say you want my cock in your cunt!"
"Yes, Ramu yes ... I want your cock ... in my cunt ..."
"What else? What d'ya want me to do, whore?" His cock-head split her
cunt-lips open.
"Fuck me, Ramu ... please ... quickly ... fuck me!"
"How?"
"Fuck me hard, Ramu ... Oh god ... please ... please ... hurry!"
She was twitching impatiently under him, her eyes bright and
glittering. She pulled her cunt- lips open and fondled his penis and
tried to pull it inside her.
"I want your cock," she said of her own accord now. "I want your
lovely cock in my slit ... I want it all ... give it to me, Ramu! Take
me ... take me like a whore!"
It was too much for him to bear. Her wanton, obscene entreaties goaded
him. The smile vanished, replaced by a look of excited determination.
Taking a deep breath, he flexed his buttocks and eased his hips
forward. His cock-head slipped through her cunt-lips and popped into
her taut channel. She gasped, her back cambering, her head snapping
back, her mouth tearing open. Her cunt convulsed feverishly on his
throbbing penis and he groaned and held still. Her hips twitched and
lurched and bucked, her body writhing uncontrollably. He held her
down.
"More? You want more? Say so, slut!"
"I want it all! Give it to me!" Her voice was ragged and sharp and
shrill.
He chuckled softly. The broad was really hot.
"Take it then!" He cried and, flexing his buttocks taut, swung his
hips forward with a sharp, savage thrust.
His penis rammed deep into her cunt and drove the breath from her body
in rushing gasp. Her hips jerked up, her back bowed taut, her head
snapped back, her face contorted, her mouth tearing open, her lips
snapping back over her perfect teeth, her neck craned with tendons
popping in her throat as the huge penis seared and sizzled in her
flesh, surging into her body in a hot, hard, endless thrust, piercing
her very soul.
"OHUNHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She cried. "OH MA UHHHH *HANH*
UHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Firmly embedded in her cunt, Ramu held completely still. Sheila's cry
dwindled to a low, whimpering moan. Her body sank back onto the table
and she looked at him with awe and wonder and joy in her eyes. She
couldn't believe it. She was being fucked, actually fucked! By a real
cock! Her first, her very first real cock ... Just like the women in
those pictures and stories, with a real, thick cock in her cunt! And
that, too, by the servant! It was too sexy for words.
Ramu waited patiently, for he knew that it was her first time. He
noticed with pleasure that she was deliberately controlling herself.
Her breathing steadied, though it was still sharp and shallow and the
frantic convulsions of her cunt had yielded to a steady, erotic
pulsing. Her cunt was incredibly tight and hot and wet.
"Like it?" He grinned. "Like having a cock in your cunt?"
"God, yes," she moaned with a thin smile. "It's divine! So nice and
thick and hard and hot ..."
As she spoke, he began to move, smiling at her. She was a lovely, sexy
creature and he intended to fuck her slowly and repeatedly. He moved
his hips gently in slow circular motions and she gasped as his cock
probed her cunt from all angles. It felt wonderful. Instinctively, she
began to move in unison with him, her hips and buttocks writhing and
grinding sensually under his.
"Mmm ... yes ... Ohh that's so good ... yes ... c'mon Ramu ... fuck me
... fuck my cunt ... yes ... Ohhh yes Ramu, yes ... ohh god yes ..."
She closed her eyes and smiled lasciviously, fondling her breasts.
Holding her thighs apart, he swung his hips round and round, changing
from circular motions to an elliptical action so that his cock went
gently in and out of her cunt. Gradually, he began to fuck her with a
back- and-forth stroke and she quickly matched his tempo.
Her hips moved with his, and his cock slid smoothly in and out of her
cunt, glistening and gleaming. His balls squeezed up against her
cunt-lips each time he went into her and her moans were loud and
unfaked.
"Yes ... Ohhhh uhhh yes ... oh god yes, Ramu, yes! OHH uhh Ohma uhh OH
uhh OHHH uhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHuhOHHHHH!"
She writhed joyously under him, her head flipping slowly from side to
side. She fondled her breasts, squeezing and rolling them in her hands
gently, sensuously, erotically. Ramu thought she was the sexiest thing
he'd had in a long time.
"Ohh Ramu yes ... god yes ... that feels so good ... Ohhhh yes ... yes
... fuck me, baby ... fuck my cunt ... Oh god yes ... Unhhh ... Oh ma
unhhh ... Ohhh yes ... fuck me Ramu ... fuck my slit ... give me your
cock ... put it in, baby ... yes ... that's it ... ahhhh yes ... fuck
me Ramu ... don't stop ... don't ever stop ... fucking my cunt ...
OHhhhh yes ... take me! Take me! Yes! Ohhhhhh yes! Come on, Ramu, give
it to me! Give it all to me! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes! Fuck me!
Fuck me Ramu, fuck me!"
Marvelling at her natural aptitude for sex, he fucked her
rhythmically. His buttocks flexed and unflexed, his hips swinging
smoothly back and forth, driving his glistening, swollen cock in and
out of her cunt. She reached down and encircled his pistoning penis
with her fingers, feeling it rasp between them into her cunt. The
sensations in her loins were overpowering. He released her thighs and
she kept them wide, her heels on the edge of the table. He slid his
hands up her belly and squeezed her breasts. She cupped her hands in
his and smiled lovingly at him, her tongue flickering over her upper
lip.
"Fuck me hard," she gasped softly. "Fuck me ... like a whore ..."
He put one hand flat on her belly and began to move his hips faster,
flinging his head back and groaning. Sheila whimpered in delight under
him, her hips lurching and writhing.
"Faster!" She gasped. "Take me harder! Harder! OHHH uhh yeh ... c'mon
... do it, Ramu ... do it to me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!"
Leaning forward with his hands clenching the sides of the table, the
servant began to fuck her even faster. His hips rocked swiftly back
and forth and his cock plunged deep into her cunt with every thrust,
making her jerk under him. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with his
thrusts.
She clenched his arms, her head whipping from side to side. Bending
his head, he sucked sharply on her breasts. Her back arched in
pleasure and her feet rose and hooked under his arms, across his back,
taking him even deeper into her cunt. He flung his handsome head back
and gasped, his eyes closed. His powerful shoulders and biceps knotted
with tension. She moaned lewdly under him, caressing his belly and
chest and nipples, clenching his arms, whining with passion.
"Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhh unhhh yeh ... that's it ... take
it ... take it, whore ... take my cock! Fuck yes! Oh yes!" He called.
"Oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck *hanh* uhh yes uhh ohh yes ... *chul* ...
*chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *le* ... *le* *mere* *lavde* *ko* ... *hanh*
uh Oh uhh *hanh* uh *aise*! *Hanh* *aise* ... *aur* *le* *saali*
*rahnd* *chul*!"
Now he was moving furiously, his buttocks rocketing back and forth,
his cock plunging and ramming and reaming into her cunt. He swung his
hips and she gasped as his penis entered her cunt from all angles. She
cried out, jerking and rocking ecstatically under him. Ram-fucking her
furiously, he cried out in delight and she thrilled as his words rang
in her ears. He was enjoying her! She was good to fuck!
Sheila had her first orgasm with a man's cock. Her cunt convulsed
frantically on his penis and she bowed and cried out, arching in
delight under him. He continued fucking her, thrusting into her
repeatedly and rapidly, his cock rasping and grating and grinding into
her cunt. He gasped at the sudden cramping of her cunt on his cock and
struggled for control. This broad was unbelievably good.
Her orgasm waned and he slowed. She whimpered, dazed and confused,
expecting him to come inside her. He smiled at the unspoken question
in her eyes and slowly slid his cock out of her.
"Ain't done, yet, cunt," he chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck you again.
C'mon, on your front!"
He flipped her over on the table on her knees and pushed her down onto
her forearms. Her buttocks were thrust back at him. Grinning with
pleasure, he pulled them open and thrust his face between her thighs.
Sheila gasped as his tongue swirled over her anus. He slid a finger
into her cunt and masturbated her gently, briefly debating whether to
fuck her tight little ass. He abandoned the idea. It was too early;
not this time, the very first. But soon. Very soon.
Sheila's buttocks trembled and swayed. Her pendulous, swollen breasts
quivered. Ramu jerked his finger rapidly in and out of her cunt and
strummed her clitoris. Sheila moaned. His tongue slithered to her cunt
and arched up into the soft, sodden flesh.
"Yes!" She cried. "Ohhh yes! Oh ma yes ohhhh uhhhhh yes oh god yes!
Yes! Lick me, Ramu! Lick my cunt! *Chaat* *mujhe*, Ramu ... *chaat*
*mere* *chuth* *ko*!"
The feeling was divine. His tongue swirled around her taut anus and,
with a sudden flash, she knew she wanted his cock in her asshole, that
she would not mind the inevitable pain, that she would love it
instead. Then his tongue slithered downward to her cunt to join her
finger and Sheila felt dizzy with joy and wanted to feel his cock in
her slit again, wanted more than anything else to have that hard, hot,
long, thick rod piercing and probing, delving and exploring the
innermost recesses of her cunt. Licking her cunt, he pressed his
finger to the puckered flesh of her anus. It yielded at his insistence
and she groaned softly as he slid his finger into her asshole. Sheila
whimpered, swaying deliriously in pleasure as he finger-fucked her
asshole, twisting his finger round and round in her anus.
"One day," he growled. "One day I'm gonna fuck your ass, bitch, really
nice and hard. Gonna shove this whole cock into your butt. You're
gonna love it!"
The very thought aroused her. It was a dream, one of her most ardent
fantasies, one she could never substitute even with her sexual
playthings. Those worked for her cunt, but, for her ass, she knew she
would have to have the real thing. Sheila wouldn't have minded if he
did it immediately.
But Ramu wasn't prepared to go quite that far this first time. He
straightened and pulled her hips and buttocks back and moved his penis
to her cunt again. She clenched the sides of the table and waited
breathlessly. Her head swam with excitement. He was fucking her from
behind, like a bitch, just like all those women she had seen in
pictures!
Without warning, flexing his buttocks, Ramu swung his hips forward.
His throbbing penis surged into her belly, searing into her convulsing
flesh, driving relentlessly inward till she thought he would rip her
in two.
"OH! OH! OH! OH MA RA ... AHHHHHH MU OH! OH! OH!" She cried.
"Take it! Take my cock!" He gasped, flinging his head back and
gasping, clenching her slender waist. "*Chul* *rundi* *chul*! *Le*
*mere* *lavde* *ko* ... c'mon whore! Take my cock!"
He began to fuck her rapidly, jerking his hips back and forth. Holding
her waist, he rocked her body and moved her cunt up and down on his
cock. Sheila cried out, her face arching, contorting with lust. She
heard him chuckle as he hit a steady rhythm, stroking smoothly in and
out of her cunt.
"Hey, slut! Feels good, hah? Feels good having my dick in your slit,
doesn't it? C'mon bitch! Answer me!" he roared. "*Bol*! *Bol* *saali*
*rahnd* *bol*! *Accha* *lagta* *hai* *ke* *nahin*?"
"Oh god yes," she moaned, as the fires in her loins spread and grew.
"Oh god yes, Ramu, yes ... it's wonderful ... fuck me, Ramu ... please
... fuck me ... ohhh uhhhhh yes ... ohh god yes ... ohhhh yes!"
"Mm, you're good, whore! Damn good ... great piece of ass! Ain't had
one so tight in a long time. I think I'm gonna keep you, whore. Keep
you mine."
"Yes, Ramu, yes!" She gasped, her head spinning with excitement. "Fuck
me ... fuck me hard Ramu Ohhhh yes! Fuck me like a whore! *Chodh*
*mujhe* Ramu ... *jorse* *chodh* ... *rundi* *jaise* *chodh*!"
The servant chortled in delight. He slid his hands up under her body
and squeezed her hot, heavy swollen breasts as he plunged his cock in
and out of her cunt with squelching wet thrusts. Sheila trembled and
writhed, squirming her buttocks erotically against his hard thighs,
feeling his balls press to her cunt-lips as she rocked and swayed on
the kitchen table. Her breasts filled his hands and he pinched her
hard nipples, making her shudder and whimper in joy. Her head was
lifted, her face a vision of lust with her eyes closed, her mouth
open, her nostrils flared. She turned her face over her shoulder, her
tongue pressed sexily to her upper lip and mouthed guttural
obscenities of encouragement to her servant-lover, the first of a long
succession of men of all kinds who would possess her body and bend her
to their lust.
"Oh uhhhh Ohhhh uhhhh Ohma uhh *hanh* uhh ohma uhh ohma uhh *hanh*
uhhh ohma uhhh OHHHHH uhh ohma Ramu *hanh* uhh Ohhhh uhh *hanh* uhh Oh
Ra ... uhhhh ... Ra ... uhhh Oh Ramu! Ohh ma Ramu *hanh*! *Chodh*
*mujhe*!"
The servant grunted thickly, biting his lower lip, fighting to stave
off his imminent orgasm. The girl was incredible. Her cunt was
wonderfully hot and wet and tight and it convulsed and contracted and
spasmed frenetically on his penis, squeezing it so that he was in
constant danger of losing control.
"*Chul* *rundi* *chul*," he grunted. "*Le* ... *le* *mere* *lavde*
*ko*! C'mon whore ... take it ... take my dick ... take it, you
fucking whore ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon yes ... take it, bitch
... take it all! Ohh yeh that's it! Mm ... ohhh fuck yes! OHHH uhh
OHHH uh OH fuck oh fuck uh *chul* ... *rundi*, *chul*! *Lele*! *Le*
*mere* *lund* *ko*!"
The huge cock thundering and spiralling and ramming in and out of her
cunt was ecstasy itself. She felt it throb and pulse, its angry veins
pounding inside her cunt, rasping and grating over her inflamed
clitoris. Her buttocks swayed and writhed and now she began to move
with him, rocking on her arms and knees, pushing her cunt greedily
backwards and forwards on his mighty shaft. His balls slapped at her
buttocks. Her pendulous breasts wobbled and jiggled with his thrusts,
her gold necklace dancing and flapping against her chin.
"OH uhh OHHHH uhhh OH ma uhhh OH ma uhh OH ma Ramu! UHHH ohhh uhhh
OHHHHH uhh OH ma uhh ahhh uhh OHHHHH!" she cried, gasping and moaning
loudly. "Oh ma oh ma ohma uhh ahhh uhh OHHH uhh OHHH uhh OHHH!"
She began to sweat with the tension. On and on he went, stroking and
pounding and ramming and reaming and plunging and pistoning and
plowing in and out of her cunt without respite.
Sheila soared up the curve and, with a loud cry, exploded, gasping and
crying out, her cunt contracting frenetically on the pistoning penis,
the breath shooting from her throat, her body tensing and writhing,
her buttocks pressed back against his thighs and clenched taut. Ramu
gasped, holding her hips, his belly sucked inward, jerking his hips
back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her delightful cunt.
Suddenly, leaning forward, he squeezed her breasts and hammered his
hips violently at her buttocks in a series of rapid, trip-hammer
thrusts, his thighs slapping at her buttocks and bouncing off madly.
Sheila cried out as the huge penis thundered and rammed and reamed
into her cunt. The servant crushed her breasts and kept on ram-fucking
her slit, bent steeply over her, his buttocks flexing and unflexing
frantically, his hips snapping madly, his entire body quivering and
jerking. His hips swung furiously back and forth in a frenzied rhythm
and she crashed incredulously into another orgasm.
Abruptly, he rammed deep into her, making her cry out in a shrill
voice and held still. She heard him moan, his cock buried deep in her
cunt, quivering and throbbing. His hips twitched at her buttocks as he
rocked at her with small, hard jerks.
And then she gasped, her eyes flying wide in wonder and joy and awe as
he came, exploding in her cunt. The spoot spurted from his cock into
her sodden cunt-flesh in sharp, stinging jets. Sheila whimpered
joyously, and instinctively tightened her cunt on his penis. He
groaned and his penis squirted more gunk into her slit. Slowly, he
pulled out of her. His jizz seeped over her thighs.
Gasping and panting, Sheila sank down onto the table and turned on her
back. She closed her eyes and caressed herself dreamily, her chest
heaving. Dipping a finger in her cunt, she scooped his jizz on her
fingertip and lasciviously licked it. It tasted wonderful. Ramu
chuckled softly and bent his head to kiss her, sliding his tongue into
her mouth. She squirmed against him and he squeezed her breasts.
"Good fuck," he murmured.
She smiled and tongued his ear, her hand venturing between his thighs.
"Thank you, Ramu," she murmured. "It was wonderful for me, too."
"I'll fuck you again."
"Yes. Promise you'll fuck me often."
He grinned and kissed her breast. "No question about that, whore!"
She giggled. "Good. Can I suck your cock? I want your cum in my
mouth."
He laughed and got to his feet. "Baby, you're magic," he breathed as
she took his penis in her mouth again and began sucking him hungrily.
"Pure magic."
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Ramu was good to her. They fucked whenever they could and they were
well-suited to one another. If he was a patient and gentle teacher,
she was an apt and willing pupil and she rapidly progressed, acquiring
a consummate artistry in her lovemaking. He introduced her to the joys
of a butt-fuck, and Sheila's orgasm with his cock thrust deep into her
cunt was shattering.
Ramu encouraged her to take other lovers, other servants who worked in
houses in the neighbouring flats and buildings, sturdy youths from the
locality. She was touched by his generosity and lack of envy. He
grinned and said that watching her fuck other men would be quite a
turn-on. That decided it, and Sheila let him bring up other servants
to labour over her only too willing and eager teenage body. Later,
also at his instance, she had begun to whore. At first, she was
reluctant to take money from the servants, though the idea of being a
whore excited her. After all, they were only servants and didn't have
cash to waste, and she loved fucking them, not least because they were
servants, and she didn't want to give that up. But Ramu insisted,
telling her it wouldn't do, she would have to show a little class, not
just be available for every jock who wanted her. Sheila relented.
She expected that the demand for money would thin the ranks of her
servant-lovers. It did nothing of the kind. Not just the young men in
the neighbourhood, but the servants, too, were quite willing to pay
for her body and she found them unexpectedly generous, even though she
didn't fix a price, despite Ramu's vociferous protests, leaving it to
them to pay her what they liked or could afford. Sheila found that she
liked the sex-money; it had a special piquant quality because it came
from being a whore.
Sheila's sexual appetite was voracious. She was especially fond of
fucking more than one man at a time. Her elder uncle, Stanley, caught
her at it one day, coming in unexpectedly when she was in her bedroom
fucking two servants, first Aman and then Dilip, from the building
opposite. Sheila thought she had enough time alone with each. She was
careless. The doors to the house and her room were wide open.
She didn't hear Uncle Stanley come in. He wasn't supposed to be home
this early, but how was she to know that he had been compelled to
return because someone in the office died and it closed early? He
frowned at the open door, suspecting foul play, a burglary perhaps,
stepped in cautiously and instantly his ears were assailed by the
sound of sex, strong, hard, demanding sex, a woman's loud, shuddering
moans and gasps, the deep, staccato grunts of a man. They came from
Sheila's bedroom. Stanley felt a rush of tension as he stole across
the hall and peered into the bedroom. He didn't quite know what to
expect. No one was supposed to be at home ... yet the voice ... the
female voice ... unquestionably that of Sheila, his teenage niece ...
it had to be her ... god, was she being raped? No ... there was no cry
for help ... unmistakable desire, on the contrary ... could it be she,
doing ... doing *this*? Here, at home? When she ought to have been at
school? And with whom? For god's sake, with whom?
What he saw made his eyes pop. His heart jumped, his pulse raced and,
oddly, his loins surged - there was no feeling of revulsion or dismay.
Just pure, naked, lust. God, she was lovely. So very lovely. Her body
was slender and superbly curved, dusky and smooth-skinned. Her neck
was long and slender and her face was delicate, with high cheekbones,
wide, almond-shaped eyes lined with *kajal*, dark, silky hair tied now
in a pony tail, full wide lips before teeth that were very white and
even. Her breasts were gorgeous, full and ripe, sloping like succulent
mangoes, and her belly was firm and flat, the waist narrow and,
beneath, her hips flared and curved to slim, taut buttocks and long,
superbly tapering legs. Her arms, like her legs, were slender and
smoothly turned and her feet and hands were beautifully arched and her
wrists and ankles were delicate, not bony. She wore a fine gold
necklace that glistened on her dusky skin.
She was there, naked as the day she was born, being fucked, and fucked
hard by a man Stanley didn't know, but obviously one of the
servant-types. He had the strong, heavy features of a Maratha, a
straight nose, a hard jaw, a wide, full mouth, dark eyes, thick hair,
a dark mustache.
He was tall and big-boned, with a large, strong body, a deep chest, a
hard belly, his torso matted with hair, his shoulders thick and broad,
his waist narrow, his arms and legs bunched with musculature. His
penis was enormous, an eight inch long and correspondingly erection
with low, heavy balls.
They were hard at it on the bed. She lay on her front, her lovely face
turned on one side, radiant with lust, her eyes closed and lips parted
in a wide 'O'. Her legs were stretched straight out under her and
spread wide open. Aman was over her on his knees and knuckles, his
legs spread, too. The bed was bouncing furiously with his manic
thrusts. Sheila was gasping and crying out incessantly, her tone
feverish. Aman fucked her hard and deep and fast. Stanley watched,
rivetted, as Aman's enormous cock plunged deeply, dark and hard and
thick and long, into the hair-rimmed vee of her dripping cunt. It rose
steeply, then rammed back hard and fast, skewering her deep.
Aman panted and growled with mounting excitement. His hips bucked and
bounced frenetically, up and down, up and down, up and down. His dark
cock shone and glistened as it pistoned and pumped powerfully in and
out, in and out, in and out. Sheila's hips shook and her buttocks
writhed and heaved and lurched beneath him. His cock surged into her
flesh over and over again. Her breasts were crushed hard against the
counterpane.
"OHHHHhhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OH OH OHHHHhhh Aman-Aman-Aman ohhhh uhh yes
oh god yes yes yes!" Sheila cried loudly. "OHHHHHh uhhh OHhh uhhh OHH
OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHH!"
"C'mon baby take it ohhhh uhhh OHhhh uhhh ahhhhh uhh yes ohh god yes
c'mon youslutyouwhoreyoubitchyou uhhh OHHHhhh uhhAHHHHHH UHH AHHHH UHH
OHHBABY YEH YEH YEH YEH OHH YEH YEH YEH YEH!" Aman went.
His heavy set body gleamed with sweat. The hair on his chest was
matted. Their bodies were visibly hot and flushed. A thin gold chain
tossed and danced around his muscular neck.
As he watched, astounded, his erection straining at his trousers,
Sheila and Aman changed position. He knelt low on the bed with his
legs wide apart, and took her on her back. He held her thighs high in
his hands. His hips rocked to and fro. His cock drove rhythmically,
hypnotically in and out of her cunt. His balls swung at her cunt-lips.
Sheila moaned and panted, heaving and writhing uncontrollably under
him. Her body streamed with silver sweat. Aman's head was flung back,
his eyes closed and he was panting and gasping as he screwed the
teenager. He began to jerk her back and forth on the bed, ramming her
cunt down on his cock as he thrust his hips violently forward, moving
her body with his hands on her thighs.
"Take it ... yes ... take it bitch ... take it ... OHhhh uhh OHhhh uhh
OHhhyes c'mon you whore ... yes OHhhh yes take it slut!" he rasped.
"*Chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *le*! *Lele* *mere* *lavde* *ko*!"
"Oh-Aman-Aman-Aman-yesohgodyesoHHhh uhhh OHHh yes yes Ohhh yes oh uhh
Ohhh uhh OHhh yes Ohhh god yesOH uhhh OH uhh!" she went.
On and on he went and the teenager gasped and cried out, her body
jerking and snapping with his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling,
her cries loud and lewd, her gold necklace dancing and flapping on her
gorgeous breasts.
Suddenly, they slowed, stopped and Aman went back on his knees and
Sheila turned around and buried her face in his crotch. Aman flung his
body back, supported on one outstretched arm, his groin thrust up, his
hand jerking Sheila's head violently up and down as she sucked his
cock deep. Her head rose and fell, his cock shone as it went in and
out of her distended mouth. She was jerking his cock at the same time,
sucking and cupping his balls.
"Yeh ... suck it ... c'mon, whore ... suck it hard ... oh uhhh yeh ...
suck my cock, whore ... suck harder! C'mon, whore, c'mon ... *choos*!
*Jor* *se* *choos*, *rundi* ... *jor* *se* *choos*!" he panted.
Stanley could see that it excited her to have her face fucked. Aman's
head was flung back and his lean hips juddered and shook and rocked up
and down as he fucked her mouth faster and faster. Sheila dug her hand
between her legs and thrust two fingers into her cunt, her hips
twitching in passion, as she masturbated rapidly, still sucking
frenziedly on his penis. He exploded seconds later, coming deep in her
mouth, shooting thick wads of his spunk into her mouth and down her
throat, white trickles of gunk dribbling over her face and neck and
breasts. She shook off every last drop, and then gently licked his
cock and balls clean. He saw her slow, lascivious smile, utterly
wanton, the servant's grin. She got to her knees and they kissed and
fell back to the bed and Stanley saw she was kissing him like a lover,
shoving her tongue in and out of his mouth while he fondled her
breasts and fingered her cunt. He rolled away from her at last and got
out of bed. She lay there, naked, on her side, her head propped on one
arm, watching him, a bitch-goddess in deep rut.
"Come back soon to fuck me, Aman," she smiled.
"Yeah. Sure. How much?"
Stanley's jaw dropped. *How much*? His niece was *whoring*? With the
*servants*?
Without doubt she was.
"You know how much. The usual."
"Servant's special, eh?" the man laughed.
"Yes. Reduced rates."
The man chuckled and Stanley gasped as he saw him peel off a single
hundred rupee note. On the bed, Sheila giggled and flipped on her back
and spread her legs wide, drawing up her knees. Reaching down to her
crotch with both hands, she pulled her cunt-lips open. The man
chuckled and, folding the note down its length, slid one end of it
into her slit. She bit her lower lip sexily, smiling up at him. He
bent over her on the bed and kissed her, squeezing her naked breast.
"Mm ... I love the feel of money in my cunt," she murmured, squeezing
the bulge in his crotch.
"Bitch, you love *anything* in your cunt," he laughed.
"Especially you."
"Liar. You say that to all the guys."
"Mm. Probably."
"Whore."
She smiled. "That's right. I'm a whore. And I love it. I love your
cock, and I love your money!"
"How come you're so cheap?" he grunted. "Never understood that."
"I'm not," she said, drawing the money out of her cunt as he got up.
"The other guys pay through their noses to fuck me. It's only you
servants who get it at this rock-bottom rate."
"And no difference in service?"
"No. No compromise on quality."
"A real professional, hah?"
"Yeah. A real professional. Think of it like this; the rich fuckers
subsidize you servants."
"Yeah, sure. What for? You could fuck more of the rich guys if you
didn't fuck us."
"But, my heart, that's the point, isn't it? I fuck because I *want* to
fuck, not because I *need* to fuck. And I just *love* fucking
servants!"
Stanley ducked out into the kitchen. His heart was pounding in his
chest and the blood sang in his head. His breath was short. He
couldn't believe it. His niece, his own brother's daughter, a common
slut! A whore! A fucking whore! He peeked out into the hall and was
just in time to see Aman coming out of the bedroom as another man came
in through the front door. They greeted each other, obviously
familiar. The second guy wasn't a servant, he was better dressed, wore
an expensive watch, carried a packet of State Express cigarettes in
one hand, wore a snazzy wrist-watch.
"Good fuck, Aman?" the visitor said.
"Fantastic, Dilip-saheb," Aman chuckled. "As always."
"Hope you haven't tired her out. I'm feeling damned randy today."
Aman grinned wolfishly. "That's one bint it's impossible to tire,
*saheb*. You could fuck her and I could fuck her and another six guys
could fuck her and she'd still want more!"
They laughed. "Fucks like a lunatic," Dilip said. "And thank god for
that!"
"Yeah. Right. Have a good time, *saheb*."
"Thanks. I intend to."
Aman went out of the house and Dilip stepped through into her bedroom.
Stanley waited for a minute till he was sure they were inside and then
crept out of the kitchen and looked into the room again.
They hadn't wasted any time. Sheila slouched low in a wide, deep
armchair, her lovely legs cast over the arms, her elegant fingers
clawing her cunt-lips wide open. She had put on a T-shirt and it was
rucked under her arms, over her naked breasts. She wore nothing else.
Her face was a vision of lust. Her head rolled ecstatically from
shoulder to shoulder, her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She was
panting and moaning heavily. Her body undulated in sensual waves. Her
hips rocked and gyrated beneath Dilip's face. He was naked on his
knees, his big cock erect and hard. It was almost as big as Aman's. He
was tongue-fucking her slowly, his tongue rippling up and down and
round and round in her crack. His head moved around between her
thighs. She clenched his hair and moved his head round and round. He
sucked on her clitoris. She gasped and arched, with a loud moan and
began to fondle her breasts, squeezing the mounds together in frenzy.
Dilip was frigging slowly, his fist and cock shining and sticky with
his pre-cum gunk. Once in a while he caressed her breasts and face
with his cum-sticky fingers. He reached up and pinched her nipples.
Sheila gasped loudly. He slid a thick finger into her slit, still
tongue-fucking her relentlessly.
"OHHHHHHhhhhh Dilip-Dilip-Dilip yes oh god yes ohhhhhh ... ohhh that's
so good baby yes ... OHhhhhh ... uhhh ohh godohgod!" she gasped.
Grinning, he rose, his lips shining with her juices. He squeezed her
breasts, smearing his cum on them. She tugged at his cock as he spread
his legs and leaned forward over the chair, his cock in his hand. She
clawed her cunt-lips open with one hand and guided his cock to her
honeypot with the other. With a loud groan, he squeezed his cock into
the hairy delta of her cunt. Stanley watched Dilip's cock disappear
inexorably into her cunt. Sheila gasped and arched, her mouth open,
her face jerked to one side and contorted in a rictus of lust as his
huge penis pierced her flesh, probing deeper and deeper and deeper.
His buttocks flexed taut. He flung his head back. He leaned over her,
his hands on the back of the chair, his knees between her thighs on
the edge of the seat. He began to fuck her slowly, his hips pumping
heavily up and down, up and down, up and down, taking her steadily.
His enormous cock rose and fell, went in and out, in and out, up and
down, in and out. His buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock
emerged, disappeared, emerged, disappeared. Her groin juddered under
his. Her body was curved, slouched low. She had the hem of her T-shirt
in her teeth, her lips drawn back in a rictus of lust.
"C'mon slut ... take it ... mmmm, yeh ... take it ... take it all baby
OHhhh yeh that's it ... mmm, yes ... ohhh God yes!" Dilip grunted.
"Oooh uhh yeh ... c'mon, Dilip ... fuck my slit ... fuck me, baby ...
fuck me like a whore ... yeh ... ooh yeh that's good, baby ... c'mon
... shove your fat cock right up my cunt, Dilip, baby ... do it ...
fuck me!" she hissed between clenched teeth. "Oh yeh ... oh fuck yes
... fuck me, baby ... fuck me! Ohh uhhh yes ... that's it ... c'mon
... do it! OHHH uhhh yes!"
He began to move faster, his hips bucking rapidly now, his cock
pistoning in and out, in and out, rising and falling like a
triphammer. Sheila's long neck arched and she flung her head back and
cried out.
"FuckmefuckmefuckmeyesohgodyesohhhhyesyesyesbabyyestakemeohhhgodOHHHH
mmmmyesohyesyesthat'sitfuckmeloveryes," she cried.
Stanley's pulse raced. His cock strained at his shorts. He was deeply
aroused by the sheer loveliness of his niece, by what she was doing,
how she was doing it, with whom she was doing it.
On the floor, Dilip turned Stanley's niece around and began taking her
from the rear. She knelt on the floor, leaning forward on her
forearms, over the chair. Her buttocks were thrust up at Dilip. He
squatted deeply astride her hips, his fingers digging into her
buttocks, his penis buried deep in her slit. His buttocks rocked
rapidly to and fro, to and fro. His head was flung back. He panted and
moaned in delight. Sheila's lovely face was upturned, suffused with
lust. She moaned loud obscenities. Her breasts and the thin gold chain
around her neck swung madly back and forth as Dilip began to cannon in
and out of her cunt, prising her buttocks wide open. He reached down
for her swinging breasts and squeezed them hard. She arched and began
to orgasm visibly. Dilip slammed into her again and again with deep
skewering thrusts, rocketing up, pausing, ramming down hard, reaming
into her.
He fucked her relentlessly for the next forty-five minutes or more,
taking her repeatedly, in every orifice. He fucked her cunt from
behind, their bodies on side on the floor. He took her astride his
cock, facing him, then with her back to him. He fucked her mouth
again, licked her slit, turned her on her back and fucked her
furiously from above, hammering his hips up and down, pounding his
cock in and out of her cunt while she cried out shrilly, her body
bucking and thrashing under his, her swollen breasts jiggling. He
flipped her over and fucked her from behind, kneeling behind her and
hammering his hips at her buttocks, his bloated penis sawing in and
out of her cunt. And then, finally, he took her in the ass, grinding
his inflamed penis slowly and deeply into her rear channel while she
cried out in a frenzy of lust, clawing at the sheets, her face
contorted in a paroxysm of wanton desire as he sodomised her slowly
and thoroughly.
Finally, he was done. He growled and thrust into her ass with one last
skewering thrust and stiffened, his hips twitching at her buttocks,
his cock buried deep in her anus, drew out, came copiously, spurting
jizz on her back and thighs and then pushed his cock into her ass
again, fucking her butt slowly for a little longer, then going down to
fuck her cunt before sliding out of her, sated.
Stanley, watched, bathed in an excited sweat. Dilip got off the bed
and began to dress. He put his hand in his wallet and took out a wad
of currency notes. He peeled off twenty one hundred rupee notes. Two
thousand rupees! For one hour of fucking! It was a quarter of
Stanley's monthly salary, after years and years of service. His eyes
popped.
Dilip grinned and, like Aman, folded one note down its length and
slipped its end into her cunt, gave her the rest. She kissed the
notes, rubbed her thighs together.
"I just love the smell of my cunt on money, don't you?" she murmured
sexily.
"Wouldn't know, whore," Dilip laughed. "I never get it back!"
She grinned, stuck her tongue out at him. "Here, take this and keep
it. Give me another. That way you can always smell me when you need
to."
"Smart," Dilip grinned and took the note from her crotch, slipping
another one in its place. "Thanks."
"When do I see you again?"
"Next week. Monday or Tuesday."
"Same time?"
"Yeah. Okay with you?"
"Hang on." She rolled over and flipped open a diary on her bureau.
"Yeah. Monday's fine. Tuesday a little earlier, if you don't mind.
Which one?"
"Monday, then. Monday's good. You need to keep a diary now?"
"Yes. Business is ... *up*, should I say?" she grinned wickedly.
"Can't have a riot at my door, can I? And you know I don't like to
keep people waiting."
She got up and kissed him tenderly, caressing his crotch. He grinned
at her, fondling her buttocks and breasts.
"Shall I suck you off once more? One for the road? On the house?"
He grinned. "Okay. Sounds good. If you want to."
"Baby," she sighed as she slipped to her knees, undoing his fly and
taking out his cock and resting it on her lower lip. "This ... this I
*always* want to do."
And Stanley watched as his teenage niece took the stranger's penis in
her mouth and began sucking it deftly, jerking it in her fist so that
it grew. He fucked her mouth quickly, gasping, his head flung back,
his hand moving her head to and fro, his hips pumping back and forth
while she sucked his cock till he came at last, moaning, his hips
twitching, and the jizz flew from his cock and spurted into her hungry
mouth and spattered her lovely face and breasts.
Stanley ducked back into the kitchen, his heart hammering, his body
sheathed in sweat. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes. His
loins were on fire and there was a deep ache in his balls. He wanted
her. God, he wanted her so much so much it hurt. He heard Dilip go out
of the house. The front door was still open. She was obviously
expecting some more customers. He shut the door silently, locked it.
He suspected a shut door would be the sign to customers to retreat,
the coast was not clear. He wondered how she would adjust her
commitments. Never mind, he thought. She can go back to whoring later.
After I've done with her.
_______
Sheila was waiting for her next lover when Stanley stepped into her
bedroom. She had dressed again, if it could be called that, a
transparent chiffon *dupatta* across her chest. She wore nothing else.
He stared at her. Her breasts were covered by the filmy material,
which hid nothing, but her belly and crotch were exposed to his gaze.
She saw him and went stone cold. He savoured the exquisite terror and
shock on her face.
"Uncle Stanley!" she gasped, her eyes wide, her hands instantly flying
to cover her crotch and breasts, her jaw dropped open.
"Yes," he rasped, and then mimicked her. "*Uncle Stanley*. You were
expecting someone else, maybe? One of the servants?"
Her eyes shone with sudden tears. She seemed to quail visibly, and her
body trembled.
"So. Business is *up*, is it? And *one for the road*, is it? Love the
smell of your cunt on money, do you? *Always want it*, do you?" His
voice dripped a malevolent sarcasm. He crossed to her bureau and flung
open her diary. "And what's this, eh? An appointment diary? Let's see,
what have we here for today? Aman ... Dilip ... then what, three more?
Three? And six on Monday? And on Tuesday? When do you go to school,
bitch?"
"Uncle, no!" she cried, pleading.
"Whore," he shouted, flinging the book across the room at her. It her
on her arm and she gasped in sudden pain. "Harlot. *Slut!*"
"Uncle ... I ..."
"*Shut up!*" he roared. "*Shut up, you fucking bitch!* I saw
everything! Everything! Saw you with the servant and that other son of
a bitch! Fucking them like a two-bit *whore*! And taking money! *In
our own house!* *Whore!*"
There was nothing to say, nothing at all. Sheila bit her lip, and the
tears coursed down her cheeks. She slid backwards, trying to get into
a corner.
"You bitch," he snarled, his eyes cold and hard as flint with fury,
his jaw clenched, his face flushed. "How dare you! How fucking dare
you!"
He took a threatening step towards her and she cowered in a corner. He
came closer. She moaned softly. He was within arm's reach now. He
raised his arm, palm open. Sheila cried out and her hand went up over
her face. Her *dupatta* dropped and she was naked before him, keening
softly in fear.
The blow never came.
Instead, with surprising gentleness, his hands cupped her breasts. She
gasped, her eyes wide in shock, jerking upright, her head snapping up
to him. Her breasts filled his palms and he marvelled at the
perfection of their weight and form and shape.
"Uncle Stanley!" she gasped.
His eyes glittered with a look she recognised, knew all too well:
pure, naked, hungry lust.
"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he said softly, gritting his teeth,
the violence of his words belied by the gentleness of his hands. "You
can fuck all those guys, you can fuck your Uncle Stanley ... give me a
piece of your action, slut ... *on the house*!"
Sheila looked up at him, her eyes wide in shock. A slow, demonic grin
crossed his face.
"What's the matter, bitch? Not good enough for you? Wait till you try,
whore! C'mon ... do for me what you do for *them* ... see just how
good it feels to have your own uncle's cock stuck up your cunt ...
filling your mouth ... rammed up your butt!"
Sheila felt a frisson of excitement jump through her. She didn't want
to be hurt, but sex she could handle. And fucking her own uncle! It
was too sexy for words. It was especially sexy because it had to be
clandestine. His wife must not know. Must not know that her husband's
mistress was his own niece! She thought of it, the hideous, fat, oily
bitch totally in the dark that her husband was fucking his brother's
daughter! And Stanley wasn't bad-looking, not at all. His body was
lean and hard and well-muscled and strong and he was good-looking,
too. If she fucked him, he would leave her alone, that much she knew.
What he was doing was a tactical error: he would no longer have a hold
on her. They would be *in pari delicto* if they *in flagrante
delicto*.
As the lust swept through her body, she groaned softly, and her
breasts hardened and her nipples stiffened in his hands. He stepped
back in surprise, not expecting that response, expecting resistance,
expecting to use force.
She lifted her breasts in her hands.
"Yes," she said softly, her voice filled with lust. "Fuck me, Uncle
Stan. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like a whore ... c'mon ... I want you!"
And then the lust crackled through the ear and tore them down and they
were in each other's arms. They kissed hungrily, and her tongue was
quick and eager in his mouth and her naked, luscious body was hot
against his and he could smell the other men on her and it aroused
him. She undressed him quickly. Stanley was a muscular, powerfully
built man in his late forties. His naked body was smooth and hairless
and hard, without an ounce of fat. Strong, broad, shoulders swept to
high, narrow hips in a sharply tapering V. The chest was deep and
cleaved, the pectorals thick and hard. His arms and legs rippled with
muscle. The powerful neck supported a handsome, weather-beaten face
with a strong, straight nose, full, lean lips and deep-set eyes. His
hair was jet black and swept back.
She kissed him again and her cunt ground against his crotch and her
breasts pressed warm on his chest. She slid a hand down to his groin
and fondled his swelling penis. He groaned softly. She bent her head
and sucked on his nipples, her fingers coiled around the long serpent
of his penis. She fisted him slowly, feeling him harden in her hands,
and slid to her knees before him.
Flipping back his foreskin, she swirled her long tongue expertly over
his cock-head. Her breath was warm on his cock-head, and then her
mouth enveloped his cock in its moist warmth. She began to suck hard
on his penis, her head moving rapidly back and forth. He groaned and
arched his head and wondered when she had first done this and with
whom.
"Oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "Ohhh uhhh yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, Sheila
... suck my cock ... ohh uhhh yeh ... c'mon, baby ... suck hard! Suck,
bitch, suck!"
He fucked her mouth slowly, pumping his hips at her face, moving her
head back and forth. His cock and her lips and cheeks grew shiny and
sticky with his pre-cum gunk. He bent and fondled her breasts and
found them swollen turgid, the rigid nipples quivering under his
thumbs. His cock throbbed and pulsed ominously in her mouth. His cock
was satisfyingly large, nine inches long and correspondingly thick.
Its musky taste and the heady odour of his cum excited her. Her latent
lust came to the surface; now he was just another man, and she wanted
a fuck, wanted it badly. She would offer him her mouth, her cunt, her
ass, her breasts, any orifice he chose.
One hand on her head, he rocked her face rapidly back and forth,
grunting in delight. He bent his head to watch his cock glistening in
and out of her mouth. His hips pumped and his belly sucked in with
tension. Her face distended with his throbbing erection and she sucked
harder, jerking his shaft with firm fingers.
"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my cock ... oh fuck yes ... that's
it, that's good ... c'mon ... suck my meat, whore ... oh fucking hell
yes!"
The heat roiled in his balls and he pushed her head away. Immediately,
she turned around on her hands and knees on the floor like a bitch in
heat and thrust her buttocks up at him. She spread her thighs and
leaned forward on her forearms and reached down to spread her
cunt-lips open. He could see the dewy beads of cunt-juice on her pubic
fuzz. Her puckered anus enticed him and he debated whether to fuck her
butt.
"C'mon Uncle ... fuck me...fuck me hard," she grunted. "Fuck me!"
He decided to fuck her cunt first. He dropped to his knees behind her
and pressed his cock into the cleft between her buttocks. She felt his
cock-head at her anus and promptly bent forward and clawed her
buttocks open for him. He laughed softly.
"Later, whore," he said. "I'll fuck your ass later."
She nodded and spread her cunt-lips for him again. Slowly, he squeezed
his cock-head into her. Sheila gasped as his penis seared into her
flesh. Stanley groaned and flexed his buttocks, thrusting deep into
her. Her cunt was a hot, wet vice that cramped and convulsed on his
penis. His head arched in pleasure. Gritting his teeth, he swung his
hips forward and thrust deep into her. Sheila cried out loudly as the
swollen penis pierced her belly. Her breasts were hot and swollen and
they jiggled as he rocked into her and her gold necklace swayed.
"C'mon slut ... take it!" he gasped.
The obscenity aroused her. Moaning deliriously, she rocked back and
forth on her hands and knees. Her cunt ran up and down the length of
his shaft, impaling itself on his cock repeatedly. It was hot and wet
and tight as a vise and it convulsed feverishly on his throbbing
penis. It was a long time since he'd had a cunt so juicy, so hot, so
goddamned tight. Stanley took several deep breaths to regain control.
He waited on his knees behind her and caressed her back. He watched
her cunt slide up and down his rigid penis and the sight aroused him.
He prised her buttocks open and pressed his finger to her anus. She
moaned and her sphincter yielded and he inveigled a thick finger into
her ass. He slid his other hand under her belly and flicked her gorged
clitoris back and forth. She gasped and whimpered, her back bowing and
arching, her body jerking and rocking under him. Her breasts swung
with her motions and he squeezed them hard, rolling her rigid nipples
in his fingers. Sheila's head snapped up and she moaned. Her cunt and
breasts were fiery with lust. She moved faster. Her body rocked and
jerked before him, her buttocks slapping loudly at his strong thighs.
His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and he could feel the hot flow of
her cunt-juices on his groin.
"Yes! C'mon ... c'mon, whore ... take it! Take my cock ... yeh! Take
it all! Harder, bitch! Ohhhh yes! Yeh! UNHHhhh Yes! Ohhh god yes," he
grunted, forcing her to go faster and faster, jamming her cunt back on
his prick.
"Ohh uh OHHhhh uhhhh OHhhh yes ohh god yes yes yes!" she responded.
He slid his fingers out of her cunt and ass and, his hands on her
hips, began to move. His hips pumped and swung back and forth, each
skewering thrust probing her cunt. He rolled his hips savagely and she
gasped and moaned as his cock ran into her cunt from all angles. It
rasped against her inflamed clitoris, and she felt his heavy balls
swinging at her cunt-lips. She stretched a hand between her thighs and
squeezed his balls. He moaned and fucked her faster and harder. His
balls were on fire. He began to sweat.
He pushed her down on her forearms, raising her buttocks higher. He
spread his legs in a deep squat astride her hips and began to ride
her. Her mouth split into a wide 'O' of pure lust as he ground his
hips against hers. Then he fucked her hard with deep, punishing
thrusts, his buttocks rising and falling, his penis going in and out
of her cunt, glistening with their commingled juices. Her body jerked
under his thrusts and she moaned loudly, obscenely, begging him to
fuck her harder. He obeyed his mistress and started ram-fucking her
cunt, thudding into her, his cock rasping in and out of her cunt with
an audible rasp. She squeezed her breasts in a frenzy as he moved
faster and faster till he was rocketing in and out of her cunt like a
dervish.
"Oh god oh ma unhh ohhh unhh ohhh unhh ohhh uhhh oh yes Ohh yes Ohhh
yes yes Ohhh god yes ... fuck me ohhh yes baby yes ... fuck me hard
... fuck me ... oh yes ... fuck my slit, Uncle ... fuck it hard!"
Sheila chunnered.
Sheila orgasmed violently, shuddering and gasping as the heat swamped
her. Stanley was magnificent. He went on fucking her hard, right
through her orgasm. She expected him to come inside her as her cunt
convulsed feverishly on his penis but, to her amazement and delight,
he held back. She gasped softly in wonder and joy and heard him
chuckle softly.
"Told you, slut ... time for a *real* man!"
He slid his penis out of her. She turned on her back and he knelt over
her head and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked it greedily and
gasped as he bent over her and thrust his tongue into her cunt. They
sixty-nined slowly and she whimpered in pleasure, sucking and licking
his cock and balls. Her cunt tingled pleasurably. His tongue was
wonderful in her cunt, thick and heavy, flicking her inflamed clitoris
incessantly.
He rolled off her and she knelt astride his groin, his cock in her
hand. She guided it to her cunt and, with a shuddering gasp, squeezed
the cock-head into her flesh. He grunted as the soft heat of her
cunt-flesh enveloped him again. She paused with her hips high and just
the cock-head inside her, leaning forward with her hands on his chest.
"Fuck me ... fuck me hard," she gasped. "Fuck me hard! C'mon, Uncle
Stan ... do it ... take me, baby ... take me like a whore ... oh god
oh god ... you're cock's so good in my slit ... Ohhh uhh yeh ... oh
yes ... ohhh uhh yes!"
She arched sensuously, her hands on her breasts, fondling them,
lifting and weighing the turgid mounds, her face suffused with a
radiance of lust, her lips parted, her tongue pressed sexily to her
upper lip, her fingers pincering her long, rigid nipples. Stanley
stared at her in awe, overwhelmed by her sexiness.
She began to rock back and forth and up and down on his cock, leaning
forward on his hands. The heat in his groin was unbearable and he
burst into motion. Grunting with tension, gripping her buttocks, he
fucked her furiously, ramming his hips up and down beneath her. She
cried out, her head arching as the cock slammed in and out of her
cunt. Her breasts bounced as his hips thumped against her buttocks.
Then her buttocks crashed down greedily on his cock and he groaned as
she began to rock and buck rapidly over him, her cunt sliding up and
down his pole in feverish excitement. Her head whipped back and forth
and her breasts jiggled and bounced and her gold necklace slapped on
her dusky skin. He held her buttocks and moved her on his lap. She
reached back to cup his balls. He gasped loudly as she slid her cunt
down deep onto his cock and flexed and unflexed her buttocks rapidly.
Her cunt seemed to chew on his penis. She swung her buttocks round and
round and her hand splayed flat on her belly and she fingered her
clitoris. He watched her, deeply aroused. Faster and faster they moved
and now she leaned over him on outstretched arms and rocked rapidly up
and down on his cock. Her cries rang in his ears.
"Yes ... Oh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, motherfucker, fuck me
hard! C'mon, Uncle Stan, c'mon you fucking bastard, you son of a
bitch! Fuck me!"
The foul language, the abuses, all added to his excitement. This was
incredible.
"Take it, bitch! Take my cock! OHHHh yeh! C'mon you whore! Take it!"
he replied. "Oh yeh ... c'mon ... take it, you fucking bitch! You
fucking slut, take my cock!"
Her buttocks caromed and bounced off his thighs, her cunt a hot, wet,
greedy vortex of intense pleasure. He bucked furiously under her,
making her groan and cry out in lust. Sheila's cunt blazed with heat
and she soared up towards another orgasm. At the last minute, just
before the sun broke through the clouds, she slid off his cock and
turned on her back on the floor, spreading her legs and bending her
knees. She clawed her cunt-lips open for him and reached for his cock
as he moved between her thighs. He bent over her and slowly squeezed
his cock into her cunt slowly with a loud gasp. Her back bowed and
arched as his burning penis seared into her cunt. Her supple thighs
coiled about his hips. She dragged his mouth to hers and kissed him
deeply, her tongue feverish in his mouth.
"C'mon you motherfucker ... screw my slit," she muttered. "Screw me
hard! I want you, Uncle Stan, you mother-fucking son of a bitch ... I
want your cock right up my cunt ... fuck me, Uncle ... fuck me
forever!"
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," he moaned. "C'mon ... whore ... take it,
Sheila-bitch ... take it, oh yeh ... take it you whore ... take my
cock!"
Stretched over her on outstretched arms, his cock still pushing into
her constricting channel, gasping and making her moan in delight as it
burrowed deeper and deeper into her, he fought to steady himself. His
cock throbbed ominously, and the jizz roiled in his balls, aching for
release.
Steadily, he drove himself deeper and deeper into her until he was
fully embedded in her cunt, his cock in to the hilt. Sheila arched
under him, her loins lurching up to his, her hands on his massive
shoulders. He began to move and she responded eagerly, moving in
unison with him. Soon, they were gasping and panting, their bodies
streaming with sweat. Her body snapped back, her breasts jiggled, his
thrusts got faster, deeper, harder.
Within minutes, he was ram-fucking her furiously again. His head
arched back and his buttocks plummeted up and down, up and down, up
and down, his penis stroking powerfully in and out, in and out, in and
out of her cunt. Sheila moaned deliriously, her head whipping
ecstatically from side to side.
"OHHHhh god yes yes ohh yes yes ... ohhhh yeh that's it ... c'mon fuck
me lover ... yeh ... take me ... ohhhh yes! Oh yes!" she hissed. "Oh
you fucking bastard ... fuck me! *Fuck me, you frigging son of a
bitch! FUCK ME!*"
"Take it bitch ... yeh cunt ... take it all yes!" he returned.
She began to orgasm again and he kept fucking her, forcing her on to
another orgasm and yet a third. She moaned and cried out, her body
heaving and writhing and thrashing joyously under his.
Now he was desperate, fevered with lust. He jerked out of her and
fucked her again, this time lying on his side and thrusting quickly
into her from behind, lifting one of her legs high in his hand. He
fucked her rapidly, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder,
jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced and
she cried out, her eyes closed, whimpering. The enormous cock was
relentless in her cunt, thrusting angrily in and out of her cunt, his
balls slamming against her buttocks and thighs. She came again and he
swore violently, his cock jerking into her over and over. He struggled
for control. Somehow, he managed to hold back. She bowed her head,
panting and gasping, awed by his stamina and staying power. Rarely did
a lover satisfy her thus. She sensed his desire and obeyed instantly.
Quickly, she got onto the nearest armchair on her knees, her hands
clenching the backrest, her buttocks thrust back, proffering her anus.
Gasping with excitement, Stanley stood behind her and pressed his
cock-head to her asshole. He was burning with lust. Her sphincter
spasmed once and he cried out, his head snapping back and jammed his
cock into her asshole. Sheila screamed softly, her face contorting in
a grimace of pain and lust as the huge, fiery rod surged into her
anus. Her fingers clawed at the chair.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she
gasped. She dug a hand into her crotch and began to masturbate
frantically. "Ohhh uhhh yeh ... oh yes ... fuck me, Uncle Stan ...
fuck my butt ... ohh god oh god oh god ... that's so good, baby ... oh
yes ... c'mon, Uncle Stan ... give me your cock ... shove it right up
my ass, baby ... uhhhhh huhh ohyeh ... that's it ... c'mon ... deeper
... ahhhh uhh yeh ... oh god I love your cock in my ass, Uncle ...
yes!"
Overpowered by lust, he ram-fucked her butt, jerking and slamming his
hips back and forth, forcing his cock into her asshole again and
again. It was burning hot and tight as a vice and it convulsed
feverishly on his penis. He felt her orgasm and her ass cramped on his
cock. He cried out and rocked into her savagely and finally lost
control. Beneath him, Sheila mewed in pleasure and joy when she felt
the sharp sting of his spoot geysering in a searing flood into her
asshole. He slid out of her anus slowly, his cock quivering and
throbbing. She moaned, and her breath came in heaving, rattling gasps.
His cock dribbled jizz on her buttocks and thighs. She moaned,
writhing under him, her head bowed between her arms. He chuckled
softly and squeezed her pendulous breasts.
"Well, whore, liked it? Had a good fuck?" he chuckled. "Like having
your ol' Uncle Stan fuck you and fuck you and fuck you?"
She turned around and sat in the chair and smiled prettily. "Yes," she
said. "It was very good. Thank you. But, Uncle Stan ..."
"What?"
"I want some more!"
Stanley laughed. "Randy whore!"
"Mm. That's me. A randy whore. Now are you going to fuck me or not?"
He grinned. "What if I said no?"
She giggled. "Well, I'd just have to open the door and let in someone
else, wouldn't I?"
He laughed again, bent over and kissed her. "You're one horny whore!"
Sheila kissed her uncle, holding his head in her hands and thrusting
her tongue hungrily into his mouth. He squeezed her breasts. She
arched her back and pushed his head to her breasts. He sucked them
gently, then sharply. She groaned and pushed his head lower. He kissed
her belly and nuzzled her crotch. Her legs spread wide, hooking over
the arms of the chair. He thrust his face into her cunt.
"Come on, my loverboy-Uncle," she said sexily. "Lick my slit ... shove
your tongue into my pussy!"
Stanley pulled her cunt-lips open and slid his tongue into her crack.
She groaned and closed her eyes, tilting her face up. His tongue was
wonderful, thick and heavy, rippling through her sodden slit like
fire. She squeezed her breasts with one hand, moving his head around
in her groin with the other. Sheila whimpered her pleasure.
He tongue-fucked her steadily for several minutes, savouring the heady
taste of her cunt-juices and his own gunk. She moaned and whimpered
happily, her hips jerking and writhing under his face. He straightened
and climbed on the chair and gave her his cock to suck once again. She
took it in her mouth greedily and sucked and licked it lasciviously,
her tongue working its magic on the penis. He fucked her face
unhurriedly, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head with
one hand, bending his head to watch her suck his penis. She sucked
harder and harder, moaning and whimpering in her throat.
He pulled away and stood on the floor and leaned over her. She spread
her legs wide and lifted her cunt up high. One hand on the back of the
chair, his head bent to watch her under him, he flexed his buttocks
and slowly drilled his cock into her cunt. Sheila moaned softly as the
huge rod seared into her flesh. She gripped his buttocks and dragged
his head down to hers.
"Fuck me," she groaned in his ear, tonguing it. "Fuck me! Shove your
cock right up my cunt! I want to feel it all! C'mon, Uncle Stanley! Do
it!"
Slowly, Sheila's uncle flexed his buttocks tighter and tighter. He
grimaced and gasped as her hot cunt convulsed frantically on the
intruding penis as it burrowed and plowed into her soft, eager, wanton
flesh. Her head jerked to one side and she whimpered in pleasure, her
chest heaving. Stanley crushed her breasts with one hand. She groaned,
clenching his arms, her hips arched high, her buttocks taut, her cunt
squeezing and sucking hungrily on his penis.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes, baby yes! Take it! Take
it whore! Take my cock!"
"Ohhh ... uhhhh yes ... yes ... ohhhh yes ... yes ... ohhh uhhh oh ma
uhhh ahhh ... yes ... oh ma uhhh ahh ... unhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhh Oh
oh oh!"
Now gripping both arms of the chair, gasping with exertion, Stanley
began to grind his cock heavily in and out of his niece's cunt. She
gasped and moaned, arching and writhing erotically under him,
squeezing and crushing her breasts in an eager frenzy.
"Fuck me!" she called. "Fuck me all night, Uncle Stan! Fuck me hard!"
"Just wait," he chuckled softly as he ploughed into his teenage
niece's hot cunt. "Just you wait, bitch, till I tell Calvin ... and
then we're going to have fun!"
________
Harry was a randy eighteen year old, obsessed with sex. He was still a
virgin then, and desperate to cure that inadequacy. But with this
house full of people and his day so packed and no opportunity to be
alone with a girl, how the fuck was he to do that? He kept dreaming of
it, fantasizing about the women he saw in pornographic movies and
magazines, wanting them, wanting to have his cock sucked, to feel his
cock encased in a warm, juicy cunt, to lick slit, to fondle a woman's
breasts, to fuck a broad in her ass. The bragging his pals did about
the dames they fucked didn't help. He pretended to be one of them,
claiming that he was being laid regularly, refusing to say by whom,
but only he knew, only he knew the ache in his balls, this mad
throbbing in his head that wouldn't go away, the deep ache in his gut
as he looked at dame's tits and asses and faces and wanted to fuck
them and fuck them and fuck them ... there was this maid, Leela, god,
was she hot ... the way she walked, her sly, sexy, smile, her smooth
dark skin, the stunning curves of her body, the loveliness of her
face, the sway of her hips, the way her breasts jutted out in her
tight, tight, tight blouses. He thought about her and instantly had an
erection.
He was at his desk trying to study for his exams at the first year of
college. His kid sister, Shirlyn, then under ten, was already asleep,
curled in a ball on the bed at the far side of the room. Sheila wasn't
home yet. He looked at his watch and felt a twinge of anxiety. It was
very late.
She came in a little later, told Harry she'd been with a friend and
that Uncle Calvin had picked her up on his way home from work.
Actually, she and Calvin had spent several hours in a seedy hotel in
the suburbs. The fucking was prolonged and heavenly and Uncle Calvin
fucked her like one possessed, again and again in every orifice,
making her orgasm repeatedly, till she was utterly spent. She told
Harry she was tired and sleepy and she showered and went straight to
bed.
When Harry finally packed it in for the night, Sheila was fast asleep.
He passed her bed silently, so as not to wake her. Sheila lay on her
back, her lovely face turned to one side and he felt a sudden rush of
affection for his sister.
His brotherly love quickly vanished as his eyes slid over her supine
form. The thin coverlet had slid down to her belly, and her loose
fitting, low-necked, strapped nightgown was askew. One of the straps
was caught in the crook of her bent arm, drawing the nightie down low,
exposing most of one breast, the prominent nipple thrust out
impudently. Harry felt his balls surge with lust. The gold chain
gleamed around her neck on her dusky skin. Her chest rose and fell
gently, in deep slumber.
As he watched, she murmured and stirred in her sleep and her hand
slipped up to her breast, fondling it in her dreams. He saw the
luscious swell fully, ripe and succulent, just like he had imagined a
breast would be, and then he saw the nipple stiffen. His erection
bounced up, making a tent of his thin cotton pajamas. Harry dropped
his pajamas and began to masturbate, gasping as he watched her fondle
her breast.
Soon, the sight became too much for him. He wanted to touch her
breast, her nipple, lick it, suck it ... Her caresses grew more
obviously erotic. She pinched and rolled her nipple, stroked it with
her palm, squeezed and fondled the firm flesh of her breast. Harry
moaned to himself.
He could stand it no longer. He stole forward and closed on her.
Gently, fearing she would awaken, the very notion of what he was
doing, breaking the quintessential taboo exciting him, he slid one
hand under her free breast and moved his fingers under hers on the
other one, the one she was fondling. He heard her murmur softly,
thickly, deep in her sleep. Her breasts felt warm and hard, the
nipples hard and quivering. With growing excitement, he fondled her
ripe, succulent, sloping breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and
rolling the nipple. He bent his head and tongued it slowly, rolling
his tongue over the puckered, aroused aureole, drawing the rigid
length of her nipple into his mouth, plying it with his tongue and
teeth, sucking gently, yet insistently on it. She groaned again and
stirred. He froze, fearing he had gone to far.
What happened next blew his mind totally. His erect cock was close to
her face as he bent over, his head upside down over breasts. She
stirred in her sleep, and her elegant, cool fingers curled lovingly
about his cock. Harry stifled a gasp, almost exploded in shock. Nobody
had done this to him ever before! And here ... his own sister ... and
he ... her brother ... oh fuck ... she was so lovely, so very lovely
...
Sheila began to masturbate him slowly, her hands moving lovingly to
and fro, to and fro, jerking and frigging and masturbating him,
cupping and fondling his heavy, loaded balls, her long nails raking
erotically up and down his long shaft. Harry's pulse hammered in his
head. He surrendered to the immediacy of his need and slid forward to
straddle her face. Her eyes still closed, apparently still deep in her
sleep, her lips parted, her long tongue snaked out and he almost
creamed there and then as it swirled and coiled about his sticky
cock-head, lapping hungrily, slowly at the sticky pre-cum gunk that
bedewed it.
He gave in utterly, and she parted her lips and slid them down around
his cock-head and shaft, enveloping him in her moist, eager, warm
mouth. Harry moaned thickly. His hips writhed and began to pump
slowly, fucking her mouth. Her face was distended with his cock inside
it, her tongue still toying with this cock-head, her fingers on his
balls, between his thighs, questing for his anus. She stopped her
cock-sucking to tongue his balls, suck them, rolling her tongue down
the hard ridge of flesh beneath his balls to his anus, found it and
probed it with her tongue. Harry gasped in joy. She returned slowly to
the cock and took it into her mouth once more. She sucked it harder
and harder, sucking, letting go, sucking and letting go, and Harry
arched his head, eyes closed, panting and gasping, his teenage body
wracked with the sexual heat and tension as his sister sucked his cock
like a slut. It was incredible, overpowering. Her mouth was hot, wet,
sucking him like a pump, slurping and licking, his body on fire, her
electric tongue doing magical things to his cock tip, her fingers all
over, on his balls, in his arse, on his shaft, jerking him, fondling
him. His balls and belly burned and ached, his heart hammered loudly
in his chest, his body was on fire, the lava in his balls clamouring
for release.
His hips bucked and bobbed slowly, she slurped audibly as his big cock
went in and out, in and out, in and out of her mouth. She spread her
legs beneath his face and to his astonishment, lifted her nightdress
high, showing that she was naked beneath. Her cunt-fuzz was damp,
thick, curly black hair framing her slit, the first he had ever seen.
Her hands slid off his cock hilt and down to her groin, parting her
cunt-lips for him. With a stifled cry he bent forward and thrust his
face between her legs. He heard her gasp softly and felt her arch
beneath him as he parted her cunt-lips the way he had seen men do in
porn flicks, and his tongue thrust rapidly into her cunt. The musky
taste of her made his head swim. She sucked harder still. Her hips
began to writhe and buck under him, churning and grinding erotically.
He could not contain himself. Suddenly, without prior warning, he
came, exploding violently, shooting his hot, thick load into her
mouth, down her throat. Incredibly, he felt her continue her sucking,
swallowing his shot, sucking and lovingly licking and lapping at his
cock till she had taken every drop of it out of him. He continued to
tongue-fuck her, grinding his loins against her face as much as he
could, wanting to drown himself in her mouth.
And just then, he felt suddenly her buck harder and gasp and flood his
mouth with her own juice and he thrust his face in firmly and sucked
and sucked, drinking his fill of his sibling's coital nectar.
He rolled off her gently, panting, terrified, excited and, strangely,
not the least bit repelled. He saw the shine of his gunk on her lips,
the dribble of it on her chin and neck and breasts. And then he saw
her smile to herself in her sleep, licking her lips, savouring his
jizz. She turned on her side, as though nothing had happened.
Harry found it difficult to sleep. The memory of what he had done
continued to haunt him, filling him with fear, terrified of the
consequences should anyone find out. His own sister! He had fucked her
mouth, tongue-fucked her cunt! He had come in her mouth! His own
sister!
He did not know it, but she had been awake the whole time. The very
idea of what he wanted had excited her, and the fact that it was
completely *verboten* only added a fillip to her lust. Sheila saw
nothing amiss - after all, she was already the neighbourhood whore,
fucking servants and neighbours and even their own uncles. Harry was
sexy and desirable and she saw no reason to deny herself satisfaction
with him if that could be got.
Her orgasm had been intense, like his, her mind soaring and whirling
as she felt his tongue in her cunt, his hard, lean body pressed hot
against hers, his cock in her mouth, filling her very soul, hot and
hard and throbbing till the final, electrifying release of his
steaming jizz came, flooding her mouth and sending her into raptures
of pleasure.
She knew, though, the distress this would cause if it ever came to
light. To her mind, there was only one solution to the problem, and
that was to sleep with him, to treat it as naturally as she did all
her other sex. But not this night. It would have to be done slowly.
Perhaps next week, or next month. In a while.
Harry never knew the truth of that night. The memory lingered,
haunting, daunting, tantalising, exciting, terrifying, tormenting him.
______
Harry was immersed in an exceptionally erotic fantasy involving the
maid Leela and a sexy young girl he'd just met in college, Audrey,
when he heard strange sounds coming across the house. At first he
didn't quite register the sounds: he was too busy imagining Audrey
moaning and writhing ecstatically under him as he drove his cock in
and out of her cunt while Leela sat on Audrey's face. He knew Audrey
had the hots for him. It was only a matter of time before he fucked
her, but he didn't want to rush it. He was still a virgin and he
wanted to fuck Audrey after he'd got some experience. How he was going
to do that was a mystery, but he certainly wasn't going to risk being
laughed at by her if she found he was inexperienced and callow. He'd
have to get someone to take his virginity. Leela, perhaps. But how?
The sounds came through again, louder now, interrupting his reverie,
unmistakably those of a man and a woman fucking. He knew such sounds
from the pornographic movies he had seen. But, here, at home? Who on
earth was it? The voice was familiar; very familiar. But ... but it
couldn't be ... not Sheila. Not her, not his sister. She was in
school. Not her.
He heard the voices again and now there was no mistake. It had to be
Sheila. Sheila and a man. But who? There wasn't anyone home but him
and the servant. The servant. Oh god. The servant.
Moving across the hall now, Harry heard the sounds again. He traced it
to the second bedroom, the one used by his Uncle Calvin and his
family.
Sheila was there all right. With a servant, but not their servant, not
Ramu. Another servant, one from the neighbouring building, a chauffeur
called Sharan. He hadn't heard the bell. She must have come in with
him, and Ramu. His heart pounded as he edged closer to the door to get
a better look. His palms felt clammy and he felt a rush of blood to
his head and groin and found he had a massive erection.
Sheila was outrageously dressed in a pair of hot pants that were
alarmingly short and a taut, body-hugging zip-up top with a high,
winged mandarin collar. The top was of glossy black leather, and the
zip was pulled low below her breasts. It squeezed her large breasts
together; almost fully exposed, they strained at the taut fabric,
forming a deep cleavage and oozing out of its confines.
Sharan was a tall, well-built young stud with round-faced good looks
and a lean body. He had broad shoulders, a tapering torso and high
hips. His chest was deep and cleaved, the belly hard, the torso
smooth and V-shaped. His hair was thick and swept back, the eyes small
and watchful, the mouth hard, the jaw tough. His arms and legs were
thick with muscle.
Sharan's khaki tunic was unbuttoned and Sheila's head was against his
chest, her lips over one nipple, sucking on it, caressing the other
with her free hand. Sharan smiled at her, his head bent, fondling her
hair, stroking the exposed flesh of her wonderful breasts with his
fingertips. He hooked two fingers in the zipper and slid it down with
a loud *krrrrrrik*. The top split apart like a banana peel. Her
breasts bounced out of their leathered nest and Harry saw that her
nipples were already rock-hard. Sharan cupped and squeezed the fleshy
mounds.
Harry's loins surged with excitement. His cock swelled and strained at
his shorts. He thrust his hand into his shorts and began to jerk off
slowly, excited and aroused. Sheila was damned sexy and he had the
hots for her, he had fucked her mouth and he had licked her slit, and
he wanted her. He didn't baulk at the knowledge that it was incest:
his lust was too overpowering.
He watched as his sister slid to her knees before the servant. His
shirt was completely undone now, and hung open on his shoulders. She
had taken off her top. She looked lovely, a thin gold chain crinkling
on her creamy skin. She undid the fly of his trousers quickly, and
slipped her hand between his legs. Sharan grunted. She smiled and
freed his penis. Harry saw it was huge, the length and weight and
thickness all the pornographic magazines assured him women loved.
Although he did not know it, Sheila had sucked it, taken it in her
cunt, between her breasts, even in her asshole, countless times. He
realised with a rush of exhilaration that his own cock was
considerably larger.
Sharan's began to swell and harden in her fist. She masturbated him
slowly. She flipped the foreskin back with a deftness that could only
have come of much experience, her lips parted, and her long, pointed
tongue snaked out to coil sinuously around his cock-head. Sharan
hissed sharply, his belly sucking in. Harry heard a soft chuckle and
his head snapped around. Across, the room, watching them, the servant
Ramu had his trousers down and was masturbating his thick long cock
slowly.
Harry turned back to Sheila and Sharan and was just in time to see
Sharan jerk her head forward, thrust his hips at her face. Sheila's
lovely lips parted and slipped around his cock-head. Her cheeks
hollowed delicately as she began to suck on his cock. Sharan moaned
and began to rock on his feet, holding her head and moving it to and
fro, fucking her mouth. His cock glistened and gleamed as it emerged
and disappeared between her lips. She paused to duck her head and suck
his balls, tonguing and licking them, rising to squeeze his cock
between her breasts. She ran its sticky head over her nipples. He
fucked her breasts for a bit and then she sucked his penis again. His
hips snapped back and forth, his cock went in and out of her mouth.
"C'mon ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... suck it, bitch ... suck harder!
Suck, whore, suck! Suck my cock! *Chul*, *rundi* ... *choos*! *Jorse*
*choos*!" he gasped.
Harry stifled a gasp. He was treating her like a two-bit whore!
Sharan pushed Sheila's head away. She rose, unzipped her taut shorts
and bent to shuck them off. Her pubic fuzz was neatly trimmed and
already looked damp. She turned and leaned forward over a high,
sloping desk on her forearms, her feet spread wide, her buttocks
thrust back at him, her lovely breasts and the gold chain pendulous.
Over her shoulder, her voice husky and filled with naked lust, she
said, "C'mon, baby ... fuck me ... shove your cock into my pussy,
Sharan ... I'm all hot and wet for you ... c'mon ... fuck me!"
Across the room, Ramu chuckled. "Go for it, dude!" he urged. "Fuck her
hard, stud ... fuck her real hard! She likes it like that - good and
hard. 'Sides, that's what you're paying for, right?"
Ashok couldn't believe his ears. She took money for this! Sheila, his
own sister! She was a *whore*! With the *servants*! It was his most
erotic fantasy brought to life. He muffled a groan, pumping his
swollen penis in his fist, his loins afire.
In the room, Sharan grinned and moved forward, his cock in his hand.
He pressed the big cock-head into the dark crevice between the lobes
of Sheila's buttocks. Sheila moaned, clawing her cunt-lips wide for
his penis. Slowly, smoothly, with a long, shuddering gasp, Sharan
squeezed his cock into her cunt.
"Mm ... OHHH uhh Oh yes!" she moaned, her head arching, turning over
her shoulder to him, radiant with lust. "Yeh ... oh god yes, Sharan
... fuck me!" she hissed, her tongue pressed sexily to her upper lip.
"C'mon, baby ... shove your cock right up my cunt ... mm Ohhh yeh ...
that's it, baby ... yes!"
His head arched back, his buttocks flexed, his cock vanished slowly
into her pussy, drilling and skewering her deeply, surging into her
belly. He held her hips and pursed his lips in tension. She moaned as
he entered her, her head craning, her mouth hanging open, her face a
vision of lust.
"Yeh ... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "C'mon, whore, c'mon
... take it! Take my cock!"
"Oh uhh ohma uhh yeh oh yeh oh yeh ... oh that's good, baby ... yes
... ooh yeh ... c'mon, baby ... fuck me ... yeh ... fuck me, baby ...
fuck my cunt ... fuck me like a whore, baby ... fuck me hard ... yeh
... c'mon ... shove your cock right up my slit, baby ... shove it in
*hard* ... ahhh yeh ... that's it!"
Harry's ears burned. She was acting just like a slut, like a
porn-queen, like all those women in the movies he'd seen, her
expressions were the same, her words were theirs. And Sharan was
fucking her like one of them, like a slut. Harry watched, utterly
transfixed as Sharan's hips swung smoothly to and fro. He held her
hips and her back curved and arched beneath his. Her breasts jiggled,
her gold necklace swung; his hips thrust and recoiled, thrust and
recoiled. His massive cock drove deep into her cunt.
He kept at it for a long time, his hands gripping her hips, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips rocking methodically back and
forth. Harry could see the huge penis glistening as it went in and out
of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the curves of her
buttocks. Her body rocked and jerked under his and she mouthed a
litany of erotic obscenities. He ran his hands down her lovely,
slender, curved body and squeezed her breasts. She arched her back and
he leaned forward and they kissed erotically, their mouths wide, their
tongues fencing at each other's.
Sharan began moving faster. He gasped and panting, slapping his hips
at her buttocks, thrusting harder, deeper, faster. Her cries rose in
the torpid air. His head was flung back and now his hips hammered
rapidly at her buttocks, his cock slamming and reaming in and out, in
and out, in and out. Her body jerked and lurched beneath his. Her gold
chain flapped and swung madly on her skin. Her jiggling breasts were
enormously swollen, the nipples rigid. He stretched his hands and
cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard, rolling the heavy mounds in
his palms, making her moan and whimper.
"Take it, whore! Take it! C'mon, you fucking bitch ... take my cock!"
Sharan gasped.
"Oh yeh ... oh yes, baby yes ... fuck me ... c'mon, you motherfucker
... *fuck me*!" she called feverishly. "*Fuck me, motherfucker! Fuck
me hard!*"
They kept fucking for what seemed an eternity, then paused, panting
and groaning and, changing position, continued as before. Sheila lay
on her back on huge, well-sprung double bed, and drew her legs up high
on either side of his hips. Sharan bent his body over hers pierced her
quickly, and she arched hard under him, her back cambering.
"C'mon now, Sharan," she gasped, clenching his thickly padded
shoulders. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me real hard, baby! Fuck me hard!"
Sharan gasped and began to ram-fuck her furiously. Harry could see his
dark cock running in and out of her cunt, his buttocks bouncing
feverishly over her bucking, heaving loins. Her face arched back, and
her body jerked on the bed. Her breasts jiggled with his thrusts. She
clenched them, mauling and crushing them in a frenzy. Her face whipped
from side to side and her cries were loud and utterly obscene.
"OHHHHh uhhhhh OHHHHH *hanh* uh oh ma uh oh ma uh *hanh* uhh *hanh*
uhh *hanh* uhh yeh oh yeh ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!
*Chodh* *mujhe*! *Jorse* *chodh* ... *jorse* *chodh*!" she cried.
"Oh fuck oh fuck uhh yeh uhh oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore ... take it
... *le*, *rundi* ... *lele* ... *le* *mere* *lund* *ko* ... take my
cock!" Sharan gasped.
Sharan bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into
her mouth. She responded instantly, sucking on his tongue, taking it
deep between her lips, caressing him fiercely. Her hips bucked up
heavily at his, sucking his penis deep into her cunt. Sharan swung his
hips, grinding down hard. Sheila's luscious body gleamed with sweat.
She clenched his head in a frenzy of hot lust and kissed him again.
"Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Oh baby that's good ... fuck
me, baby ... fuck me hard!"
Sharan moved faster, rearing on his haunches, his hips moving like a
trip hammer at top speed, slamming his cock into her hard and deep,
making her arch, driving the breath from her throat in an ululating
cry with each thrust. Tendons stood out in her neck. He bent his head
to suck on her breasts, nibbling and sucking and letting go and
sucking sharply again. Sheila went wild, her body thrashing violently
under his, her face wild with lust and passion.
She orgasmed at last. Sharan flung his head back and growled, driving
his hips into her with deep, slow, skewering thrusts, slamming in
again and again. At last he ground into her and stiffened, holding
fast deep inside her cunt. Sheila whimpered ecstatically. Harry saw
Sharan's hips twitch and jerk at her cunt, saw the spreading glow on
their faces, and then Sharan jerked out of her and shot his load, his
jizz spattering over her thighs and cunt and belly and breasts and
face. She moaned, smiling radiantly, scooping his gunk on her fingers
and licking them, licking her lips, fondling her breasts. Streaming
with sweat, Sharan leaned over her gunk-flecked body and kissed her.
His cock was still inside her. Her legs tightened about his hips.
"Again," he heard her say. "Once again."
Sharan looked over his shoulder to Ramu. The servant nodded, grinning,
masturbating. "Go ahead, stud," he said. "Have a go. On the house."
Sharan chuckled and slapped her bottom. He rolled over onto his back
and pushed her head down to his groin.
"C'mon, whore ... suck my cock!" he growled.
She murmured softly and crouched with her face over his lap. She held
his cock, and her lips parted and slid around his cock-head. Sharan
grunted softly. His hips twitched up and down. He held her head and
moved it in his hands, fucking her mouth with intense enjoyment. Her
head bobbed and rose and fell over his lap. His cock glistened and
shone between her lips. Her face distended with the size of his cock.
"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my prick," Sharan grunted. "C'mon ...
suck my cock, whore ... suck harder ... *choos*, *rundi* ... *jorse*
*choos*, *saali* *rahnd*!" Sharan gasped in a thick voice.
He tugged at her shoulders and she moved up to kneel astride his lap.
Her body glistened with his sticky jizz. She took his cock and
maneuvered it between her cunt-lips. Sharan drew up his knees and
arched his hips. She gasped as his cock slid through her fingers and
pierced her cunt. His buttocks flexed beneath her and his cock slid in
deeper. She moaned thickly and tossed her head back. Deeper and deeper
it went, and her hips sank down to meet his in ascent. Her belly drew
in and her breasts thrust out temptingly.
"Oh yes ... oh that's so good, baby ... yes!"
She bent over him on outstretched arms, her swollen breasts pendulous
over his body. He squeezed them hard. She whimpered and began to move,
grinding her hips round and round in heavy circles. Sharan grunted and
moved in unison with her. He appeared to be in no hurry.
Harry watched them for a long while, mesmerised by the sight of their
heaving, sweating bodies. Her breasts jiggled, her hips rose and fell,
rocked to and fro, back and forth over his body. Her face contorted
with lust and desire. Harry saw the servant's enormously swollen penis
go in and out of her cunt. He gripped her buttocks and, prising them
open, pressed his fingertip to her anus. Sheila gasped and arched. Her
buttocks tensed, then yielded and Sharan slowly inveigled his
fingertip into her nether channel. Harry watched them move inexorably
towards another climax, their bodies writhing and grinding with
increasing urgency. Sheila came first, arching and crying out, her
face contorting with pleasure, moaning thickly as her servant slammed
his hips up, thrusting his cock deep into her, following her orgasm
seconds later with his own, shooting deep into her cunt. Sheila slid
down over Sharan and kissed him. She rolled off him at last with a
shuddering sigh. He grunted and slowly got up, got off the bed and
began to dress.
Harry watched astounded as Sharan dug into his hip pocket and pulled
out a wallet and counted out some money, about a hundred rupees and
showed it to Ramu. The servant grinned, acknowledged the payment.
"You coming back?"
"Yeah. Next week. I'll tell you a day or two before."
"Do that. Slots fill up real fast."
"So does her slit," Sharan laughed.
"Right. C'mon. Pay her."
Sharan grinned and Harry watched, dumbfounded, as his sister rolled on
her back and spread her legs wide and the servant slid the folded note
between her open cunt-lips.
"Ta," she said. "Good fuck. Thanks for the dough."
"No sweat, whore," he chuckled. "No sweat."
Harry ducked into the kitchen as Sharan stepped out of the room and
left the house. Then he came back across the hall. Ramu was already
there, moving up over her, kissing her, pushing his inflamed cock into
her cunt. She lay beneath him, smiling dreamily, arching her cunt to
his, kissing him, drawing him into her flesh.
"Mm ... god, you're good, Ramu ... you're so good for me," she
murmured and began to rock under him, eroticism in every line.
Harry came violently in his cupped palm. He swore softly, savagely,
scooping jizz in his cupped palms and hurrying back to his bathroom.
As he cleaned up, his pulse raced. Now he was determined that he would
fuck Sheila one day. She was hot, she was ready, and she wanted him.
He no longer had any doubt. It was just a matter of timing it right.
None of this slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am stuff for them. It would be
beautiful and prolonged and gentle. He imagined himself fucking
Sheila. The vision was intensely erotic. She would be magnificent in
bed, soft and gentle and smooth-skinned, her body shining with sweat,
heaving and writhing and thrashing under his, moaning and panting
eagerly as his cock plundered her cunt. He longed to shove it into
her, to fuck her hard and long, to get her to suck his cock, take it
between her breasts, in her cunt, in her ass. She was the one he
wanted.
He lay down on his cot, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, letting
his imagination feed the fantasy. He could hear sounds from the
bedroom again and he grinned. They were at it once more and they were
going on and on. He heard, Ramu's chuckle, Sheila's gasp. Harry sighed
and closed his eyes and dreamed of incest.
_______
Harry watched as Sheila came out of Calvin's bathroom with a towel
draped around her shoulders and nothing else. Standing by the window,
Calvin grinned when he saw her. She came up to him and he grabbed her
and pulled her to the floor and they rolled together in each other's
arms, kissing feverishly, her hands tearing at his clothes, his hands
mauling her breasts, squeezing her buttocks. Harry grinned. Nothing
she did surprised him anymore.
In seconds, she had her head in his crotch and was sucking his cock
hungrily, pumping his shaft in her fist, rocking her head up and down
over his lap. Calvin grunted, bucking his hips under her face, craning
his neck to watch.
"Here. Sit on the chair," she said and made him get on the armchair.
Calvin grinned in delight and spread his legs and his niece knelt on
the floor between his thighs like a gutterslut and pushed her face
into his groin and took his cock in her mouth. It felt wonderful, and
her mouth was soft and warm and moist and she sucked cock like a
bitch-goddess. He grunted softly, his hand on her head, rocking it up
and down and to and fro to suit his pleasure.
"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... yes!" he murmured. "Suck my cock, whore!"
She moaned and whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat, licking his
cock-head lasciviously, her lovely *kajal*-rimmed eyes lifted to his
face, her cheeks billowing and hollowing sexily as she sucked his
cock, her slender fingers coiled around his cock-shaft, pumping it up
and down. She caressed her face with his penis, rubbed the sticky
cock-head over her nipples and breasts, squeezed the luscious mounds
over its throbbing length as she licked and nuzzled his hard, flat
belly and swept her tongue through the sexy hollow of his navel. His
cock throbbed in her fist and mouth, hard and hot and long and she
groaned as pre-cum gunk spurted from the long slit in his cock-head.
Pumping his shaft rapidly, she licked the dewdrops of her servant's
seed, catching them on her tongue and lips and cheeks, opening her
mouth wide.
"Yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, whore!" he gasped, pulling her face into
his groin again, pushing his cock into her mouth. "Suck my dick, cunt!
Suck harder!"
Sheila groaned, loving every minute of it, and continued sucking her
uncle's cock hungrily. Several minutes later, he pushed her head away
and, getting off the chair, made her take his place. Masturbating
slowly behind the door, Harry saw that Sheila was moaning softly with
lust. As he watched, she spread her legs wide, hooking her knees over
the arms of the chair, offering her body in wanton surrender to her
uncle. Calvin grinned and went down on his knees before her. They
kissed and he fondled her succulent, swollen, turgid breasts, pinching
and teasing her rigid nipples. She sucked sexily on his tongue in her
mouth. He bent his head and licked her breasts, sucking sharply,
letting go, sucking again, tormenting the stiff points with his lips
and teeth and tongue.
"Lick me!" she groaned. "C'mon, Calvin ... lick my slit ...
tongue-fuck me!"
Calvin went lower and Sheila groaned, spreading her cunt-lips open for
him. His tongue rippled into her slit and she gasped, arching, her
hands under her breasts, her back bowing, her head arching back, the
breath rushing from her throat, her mouth opening wide. Her hips
lurched and he drove his tongue into her streaming cunt, through her
unfurled cunt-lips into the molten flesh within. She groaned loudly,
her head turning to one side. Her body bucked on the chair as if she
was being fucked and her erotic cries rang in his ears, obviously
arousing him further.
"OHHH uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh ohma uhhh yes ... ohma uhhh yes ... ohh uhhh
ahh uhhhh lick me ... c'mon Uncle Calvin ... lick my pussy ... yes
... ohhhh yes ... there ... oh baby yes ... oh that's so good yes ...
ohhhh uhhh yes!"
Her breasts bounced and jiggled gently and she squeezed them
erotically in rising excitement, crushing them in her palms, her eyes
closed, her mouth open, her face turned to one side. Calvin slid a
finger into her cunt and began tongue-fucking and finger-fucking her
simultaneously, whipping her stiff clitoris with his tongue, drawing
it out, flicking it this way and that, nibbling it delicately.
"AHHHHH UHHH AHHHH UHHHH ah uh ohhh uhh OHHH uhh OHH uhhh OHMA uhhh
*hanh* uhhh OHHHHH!" Sheila cried, going wild as the fires roiled in
her groin and breasts, her body jerking and writhing and twisting in a
wanton frenzy on the chair, her cunt-juices streaming into his mouth,
her cunt convulsing haplessly on his twisting, probing, exploring
finger as it jerked in and out of her cunt. She clenched his hair and
pinned his face to her crotch, her hips bucking at his head. "OHHH
uhhh Ohma uhhh *hanh* uhhh OH Uncle Calvin! Yes uhhh ohh uhh uhhhh
OHHHHHHH!"
He timed it superbly and stopped just before her orgasm broke. She
groaned in frustration and despair and tried to jerk his head back
into her groin, his finger back into her cunt. He laughed and slapped
her breasts roughly. She gasped and moaned and that confirmed Harry's
belief that she enjoyed some rough stuff, too. He decided he would
fuck her ass one day.
As he watched, Calvin pulled Sheila off the chair and turned her
around and pushed her forward with her forearms on the seat. She
moaned, her buttocks writhing erotically, tempting him. Calvin
straddled her flared hips in a low squat and, taking his cock in his
hand, slowly squeezed it between her buttocks into her tight, hot,
wet, convulsing cunt. He ground it into her flesh slowly and gasped
loudly, tossing his head back and groaning, closing his eyes, his
muscles rippling, his belly snapping inward as her cunt contracted
frantically on his throbbing penis.
"OHHHHH uhhh yes ... fuck yes!" he gasped. "C'mon whore ... take it
... take my cock uhhhhhh ohhhhh uhhh OHHH uhh yes ... take it ... take
it all!"
Beneath him, Sheila groaned, biting her lower lip, fighting to stave
off her orgasm, her chest heaving, her breasts scraping against the
thick, rough cotton of the armchair's seat cover. His cock felt divine
in her slit, hot and thick and hard, its rough shaft mashing over her
gorged clitoris, pulverizing her molten cunt-flesh, piercing deeper
and deeper and deeper.
"Fuck me!" she cried, her voice ragged and hoarse. "C'mon Uncle Calvin
... you frigging son of a bitch ... you motherfucking bastard! Fuck
me! Fuck me ... yes ... ohhhhh uhhhh yes uhhh OHHHHHH yes ... that's
it ... c'mon ... deeper! Ahhhhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes, Uncle Calvin,
yes oh uhhhh yes!"
"Take it ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... take my cock ... ohhh uhh
yeh ... oh fuck yes!"
Calvin began fucking her slowly and heavily, rocking his hips back and
forth, flexing and unflexing his buttocks rhythmically, driving his
cock in and out of her cunt in a mesmerizing, steady rhythm. Sheila
gasped and moaned, her body rocking and jerking under her uncle's, her
gold necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with his
thrusts, her nipples scraping over the chair's seat, her head spinning
with joy.
"C'mon whore ... take it!" her uncle grunted, panting and gasping.
He fucked her steadily, driving his cock in and out of her cunt with
grinding, skewering thrusts, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his
hips swinging smoothly at the waist, his fingers steepled in the small
of her back.
"Ohhh uhhh OHHHH uhhhh OHHHH uhh yes ... oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhhh ohh
uhhh *hanh* uhhh OHHH!" Sheila groaned, her face twisted with lust,
chewing her lower lip in exquisite tension as the fires raged in her
groin. "Fuck me! Oh god yes ... fuck me, Uncle Calvin ... fuck me!
C'mon, baby ... fuck me hard!" she gasped. "Fuck me like a whore!...
c'mon ... do it lover ... fuck me!"
Calvin responded superbly and Harry watched in envy as he fucked her
quickly but masterfully, rocking his cock rapidly in and out of her
cunt, each deep, piercing thrust drawing a choking gasp of pure joy
and he slid his hands up under her body and squeezed her pendulous
breasts hard, pinching her quivering nipples, making her shudder and
moan and turn her face over her shoulder again. He jammed his mouth to
hers, kissing her fiercely, driving his tongue into her mouth as his
cock plunged into her cunt.
"Your ass, whore," he gasped, his tongue swirling through her ear.
"Now I want to fuck your ass!"
The doorbell rang.
Harry jumped, almost crashed into a footstool, darting back into the
kitchen, wondering who the fuck it could be now.
Outside, Stanley kept his finger on the doorbell, grinning hugely. He
knew Sheila and Calvin were fucking and that his bell would force them
to stop, coitus interruptus with a difference.
In the house, Calvin swore savagely, lurching out of Sheila's cunt. He
stumbled to the door, still naked, his erection sawing the air and
peered through the peephole and saw Stanley.
"Fuck you to hell," he snarled, opening the door.
"My, my," Stanley drawled, stepping in quickly and shutting the door
behind them. He looked down at Calvin's erection and quickly shook it
in his hand. "Well, hello, hello, you mighty fellow," he murmured,
laughing softly.
Calvin swore and tore away, stumbling back into the room. Following
them, Harry saw that Sheila was on her feet and Calvin moved towards
her, trying to jostle Stanley aside. Stanley grinned and, taking off
his footwear, dropped his trousers and began to strip off his shirt.
He was bigger than Calvin and elbowed him away roughly, without too
much effort. Calvin swore again.
"Back off, motherfucker! I haven't finished fucking her yet."
"Tough, asshole, real tough. You had enough time, you should've done
it."
"Fuck off!"
"Yeah, I intend to. With her. While you watch how a real man fucks a
cunt."
"Do you mind if I decide?" Sheila's voice was soft and gentle.
Both men looked abashed. Sheila smiled gently. "You can *both* fuck
me. Together."
Wide grins split the men's faces.
Then, as Harry watched, on the bed, the two men took turns fucking
Sheila's face. She sucked their cocks one by one with evident relish,
licking and sucking hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between
their thighs. They grinned happily, pumping their hips back and forth,
moving her head with their hands to suit their pleasure, mouthing
obscenities.
"Yeh ... suck it ... suck it whore ... suck it good," one of them
said.
Her face shining with lust, Sheila pulled both men forward and
greedily tried to suck their cocks simultaneously. The two bulging
cock-heads distended her face and her tongue worked them feverishly,
licking and lapping wantonly.
Stanley fucked Sheila first, on her back. Sheila gasped sharply and
arched under him as he drove his cock into her cunt. She cried out
lustily, kissing him deeply, her hips lurching up to meet his in
descent. His enormous penis vanished into her flesh. He bent over her,
his hands on her breasts, crushing them savagely and began fucking her
rapidly, with hard, furious thrusts that made her body jerk and rock
and snap under his. Faster and faster he went, plunging in and out of
her like a dervish, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips
hammering up and down. Sheila cried out loudly and lewdly, thrashing
passionately beneath him.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes Uncle Stan yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yes!"
He fucked her for several minutes and then, just as she brinked at an
orgasm, jerked out of her with a gasp and made room for his brother.
Calvin rolled her onto her front and mounted her from behind in a deep
squat astride her hips, quickly ramming his bloated, long penis into
her cunt. Sheila gasped, rocking feverishly on her forearms and knees,
moaning. Her body glistened with sex-sweat; strands of hair clung
damply to the nape of her neck. Her breasts jiggled and shook as the
servant plundered her cunt, thundering in and out of her cunt with
shuddering moans, his cock reaming and slamming into her cunt.
On the bed, the two brothers fucked Sheila together in her cunt and
mouth. She bucked on one man's penis while she sucked the other. Under
her, Calvin grunted and groaned, bucking up and down, tossing her on
his cock, squeezing her breasts hard. Sheila's face was turned to one
side, buried between Stanley's strong thighs. The men laughed and
called her names.
"Yeh ... take it whore ... take it ...," Stanley gasped.
They broke apart and exchanged positions, Stanley taking her from
beneath, her back to him, his finger probing her anus, while Calvin
went back to fucking her mouth.
"Ohhh yes ... yes ... fuck me ... Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god
yes!"
Then, as Harry watched, pop-eyed, the two uncles began raiding her
cunt and ass together, simultaneously and she was enjoying every
minute of it. Calvin lay under her and she mounted him deeply, taking
his cock deep into her cunt with a shuddering moan. He arched up under
her and she cried out, her face thrown back, suffused with lust.
"Ohhhh Unhhh OH OH OHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh yes!"
Calvin grinned and squeezed her breasts. He slid his hands down her
body to her buttocks and teased them open. Behind her, Stanley grinned
and shuffled forward, his enormous cock throbbing in his fist. He
pushed it between her buttocks and Sheila tensed between her uncles.
"Want it, whore?" Stanley crowed. "Let me hear it, whore ... let me
hear it!"
"Yes!" she gasped. "God yes! Give it to me, Uncle Stan! Fuck my ass!
Shove your cock right up my ass! C'mon ... do it!"
Stanley laughed and, gripping her hips, forced his hips forward. His
cock-head popped into her rear-channel. Sheila's body went rigid and
her face contorted in a paroxysm of lust, tendons popping in her long
neck.
"OHMAUHHOHHHUHHOHNOUHHHOHHHHUH YES UHH OHMA
uhOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she called.
Behind the door, Harry watched, stunned, as his uncles fucked their
niece, his sister, together in her cunt and ass. She thrashed and
writhed between their hard, sweating bodies, and there was no
mistaking the wanton lust on her lovely face. She gasped and moaned,
her cries sharp and staccato.
The two enormous penises sawed in and out of the adjacent orifices,
separated by the merest membrane of flesh. Sheila rocked back and
forth on her hands and knees like a rutting bitch, forcing her cunt
down onto Calvin's cock, her ass back onto Stanley's. The men grunted
and gasped, rocking their hips, forcing their swollen members into her
tight cunt and tighter anus with obscene cries of pleasure. Stanley
was raiding her bottom, while Stanley fucked her cunt. Sheila's body
thrashed deliriously between theirs as they moved faster and faster,
her breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dancing on her dusky skin.
They swapped places after several minutes. Stanley yielded her ass
with a satisfied grunt and chuckle and Calvin abandoned her cunt.
Moving behind her, Calvin squeezed his penis between her buttocks and,
flexing his buttocks, drove into her anus. Sheila cried out, her face
contorting in a rictus, lust all over her pretty face. Stanley slid
under her and jerked his cock up into her slit.
"Ohhhh yes-yes-yes!" she moaned. "That feels so good ... fuck me! Fuck
me! Ohhh god yes ... fuck me harder Ohhhh yes ... that's it ... yes!
Ohh uhh ohma uhh OHHH uhh OHHHH!"
She orgasmed repeatedly and, finally, the two men relented and came,
one showering her buttocks and back with his jizz, the other exploding
over her breasts and thighs and belly. Sheila collapsed on the bed,
panting and gasping and trembling, her racked, sobbing gasps loud and
ragged.
Behind the door, creaming in his fist, Harry waited for her next move.
He knew her too well by now; she was far from done. Sure enough, as he
watched, grinning, she turned between them and kissing them in turn,
slid down Stanley's body and took his cock in her mouth.
"Fuck me," she said. "Both of you. All over again. Fuck me. Fuck me
like a whore ... c'mon ... do it!"
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