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PENTAPRISM : Chapter 3 : The Heart Of A Whore

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baban looked relieved.

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

Baban's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

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

Baban's eyes were full of wonder and surprise.

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like a whore. Say it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want some excitement?"

"This is exciting."

"More exciting."

"Like what?"

"Like fucking some of my friends."

She stopped moving under him and looked at him silently.

"What did you say?"

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

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

"Of course."

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

"Would you like me to?"

"Yeah."

"Are they as sexy as you?"

"Sexier."

"Bigger cocks?"

"And better. Hot studs."

"How many?"

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

"Together?"

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

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

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

"Oh god, Baban!" Anuja moaned.

"What say, bitch? You game?"

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

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

=== *** ===

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want you," she murmured.

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

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

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

"Ohhhhhh yes!"

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

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

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

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

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

"You bet!" the young servant exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good. It was very sexy to watch."

"Fuck me. I'm hot."

"I want to fuck your ass."

"Yes. Come on. Do it."

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

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

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

-- END OF CHAPTER 3 --

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