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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 13 : AURANGABAD ANTICS
by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>
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Jayant and Anuja have their chance a few weeks later. Their parents go off
on a two-week holiday in England, and Anuja's parents agree to let her visit
Jayant in Aurangabad. She is very excited about Jayant's engagement and says
she longs to spend time with Vaishali, helping her shop for the wedding. On
the phone, Vaishali's parents, too, press Anuja's parents, telling them how
much it would mean to Vaishali if Anuja spent time in Aurangabad.
Jayant and his parents fly into Bombay the night before the elders are to
leave. Late that night, when he is sure everyone is fast asleep, Jayant
steals into Anuja's room. She is awake and waiting for him.
The curtains are drawn back. Silvery moonlight filters in through the
lightly tinted windows. The airconditioner hums quietly. Anuja stands in the
centre of her room, looking at her cousin. She is wearing a sexy black
fishnet nightie; it has thin, long straps and hangs from just above her
nipples to a point just below her cunt. The netting lattice is widely spaced
so that nothing his hidden. Her breasts are squeezed through two of the
interstices. She is naked under it. Her hair is tied in a braid. Except for
the *kajal* rimming her eyes, she wears no other makeup.
Jayant stares at her, his erection straining at the material of his tight
shorts. He is wearing nothing else. She looks bewitching. The gold chain
twinkles around her neck on her tawny skin. He can see the sexy little
birthmarks between her breasts and on her belly. Her diamond earrings,
nose-studs, finger-rings and gold bracelet catch the light. She looks at
him, hunger and excitement flashing in her dark eyes and slides her hands up
her body to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them sexily.
"Jayant," she whispers. "I want you!"
He groans and rushes at her. They cling to each other, kissing and writhing
feverishly, tearing off each other's clothes. Neither wants to spend time on
foreplay, they must have each other, they are too hot, it has been too long.
On her back on the cool tiled floor, Anuja spreads her legs, bends her
knees. Jayant leans over her on his knees and outstretched arms and slides
his cock-head into her cunt. She gasps softly, arching her hips, taking his
cock deep into her slit. He groans, arching his head back, moaning thickly
and drives in deeper and deeper. Her cunt is hot and wet and tight and
swallows him whole, convulsing greedily on its throbbing enormity. Her body
bows under his, her face lights with a suffusion of joy. Her legs wind about
his hips. She digs her hands into his thick, bulging biceps.
"Fuck me!" she whispers. "Jayant ... c'mon ... fuck me hard!"
Her cousin groans and begins to fuck her rapidly, driving his cock swiftly
in and out of her cunt. His loins are on fire, desperate and hungry for
release. His buttocks flex and unflex alternately and his hips swing up and
down in an accelerating rhythm, snapping at the waist. Beneath him, Anuja
bites her lower lip, stifling her cries, her body rocking and jerking under
his, her breasts jiggling with his deep, stabbing thrusts. Faster and faster
they go, hot, hungry, eager, feverish and desperate. She orgasms rapidly,
gasping and arching, squeezing her breasts, lifting her hips high, her cunt
convulsing frantically on his pistoning penis. Jayant moans thickly and rams
his cock into her repeatedly till he can no longer deny the clamour in his
loins. Buried in her slit, he explodes and she whimpers, her head turning to
one side, her body rocking with small jerks as the thick jets of his jizz
spurt and spurt and spurt like bullets into her sodden slit.
Jayant groans and sinks down on her, his cock still hard and quivering. She
writhes under him. They kiss gently, their tongues flicking in and out of
each other's mouths. He caresses her breasts. They turn on their side, his
cock still in her cunt, her legs thrust forward over his and fondle each
other tenderly.
"I've missed you," she murmurs.
"So have I. Missed you, I mean."
"I've had some good fucking."
"I haven't."
"Poor thing."
"With the engagement, everyone's always around me."
"Mm. And, anyway, who is there you can fuck in Aurangabad without the whole
town knowing?"
"A servant, a maid, a village girl from the outskirts. I've done it before."
"No one on a regular basis, though."
"No."
"Vaishali?"
"Off and on. Not as often as we'd like. Too many people around her all the
time. We've got to keep stealing away to the fields or something."
She looks at him. "Are you very tense, love?"
"A bit."
She kisses him. "Don't worry, Jayant. Everything'll be fine."
"It's risky."
"Of course it is. That's what makes it so exciting. Have you told Ramu?"
He nods. "Yes. Late last evening. He was over the moon about it. Thinks
it'll work. And he's dying to fuck you again."
"I'd like to fuck him, too."
He grins and kisses her. "And so you shall, sweet coz. Not long now."
"What do you want to do tomorrow, when they've gone?"
He laughs softly. "Fuck you, of course. What else?"
She giggles. "Of course, that's understood. But where? I've made a
provisional booking at Manori. Arriving late tomorrow night."
He smiles in delight. "Great! That'll be lovely. We'll stay the next day and
then come back?"
"I thought that might work out. That way, we can have some fun with the
servants here, too, before we leave for Aurangabad."
"Wonderful! We'll have an orgy or something."
"Yes," she laughs. "Or something. Now c'mon, Jayant ... fuck me again!"
He slides out of her, and she turns on her forearms and knees on the floor,
her swollen breasts succulent and pendulous. Her cousin kneels behind her
and quickly thrusts his cock, still hard and throbbing, into her cunt. She
moans softly, biting her lower lip, rocking forward under his thrust. He
grunts and slides his hand up her body and squeezes her breasts. His cock
burns and throbs in her hot cunt. She whimpers in pleasure.
"Take it!" he gasps. "C'mon, Anji ... take it! Take my cock, whore!"
Beneath him, Anuja moans softly. "Yes ... oh god yes! Fuck me Jayant! Fuck
me hard!"
= o =
The next evening, they drive to the airport to see their parents off on the
late night flight. Finally, the four elders disappear through immigration.
Jayant and Anuja hurry out of the airport. Scrambling into the car, they
head for Manori and check into Osmond's hotel. As usual, he is there
personally to welcome them -- and to get an assurance of his reward for his
continued discretion.
He gives them a handsome suite near the pool and the beach. Anuja and Jayant
are delighted. Osmond beams. Anuja decides to reward him right away. She
winks quickly at Jayant, who nods imperceptibly. She slips out of her
clothes smoothly, unwinding her *sari*, dropping her petticoat, opening her
blouse. She is wearing nothing under it. Her body is luscious and ripe.
Osmond gapes at her. Anuja sways up to him and, tilting her face to his,
unbuckles his trousers and slips her hand into his crotch, fondling his
thick penis.
"I want you, Ozzie," she murmurs. "I want your cock. Fuck me."
His trousers rustle to his feet as he kisses her hard, squeezing her breasts
eagerly. Her nipples stiffen in his fingers. She slides to her knees and
nuzzles his crotch. His cock is already hard and erect, long and thick, a
sizable eight and a half inches long and correspondingly thick. She flips
back the foreskin and, with a soft moan, swirls her tongue lasciviously
around the bulging knob of his cock-head. Osmond groans thickly. She slips
her lips around his cock-head and part of his shaft and begins to suck it
hungrily and deeply, with an increasingly insistent pressure. Osmond gasps,
his corpulent body jiggling as he rocks back and forth on his feet, pumping
his hips at her face, which is distended by the size of his cock. Her head
rocks to and fro before him. She jerks and pumps his cock in her fist.
Watching them, Jayant gets turned on. He thinks it looks very sexy, and
finds the sight of her slender fingers curled around the dark cock very
erotic especially with the beautiful gold and diamond rings twinkling in the
soft light.
"Yeh ... oh fuck yes!" the fat man gasps, his face contorted with excitement
and lust. "C'mon ... suck my cock ... suck it, baby ... yes ... suck
harder!"
He fucks her face harder and faster, one hand on her head, rocking it to and
fro before him. Anuja moans thickly deep in her cock-filled throat,
squeezing her breasts wantonly as she sucks his cock. Faster and faster he
goes and now Jayant sees sticky trails of the manager's jizz on her lips and
cheeks and, when she rises and squeezes her breasts over his cock, on her
nipples and in her cleavage. From the expressions on her face, he realizes
that she is genuinely aroused, that she is not faking a second of this. He
grins to himself; she really is a horny piece of ass.
As he watches, the manager grunts and pushes her head back. Anuja moans and,
rising to her feet, moves to the bed, Osmond waddling behind. She kneels on
the edge of the bed and bends over on her outstretched arms, her legs apart,
her butt thrust back at him, her breasts swollen, pendulous.
"C'mon, Ozzie ... fuck me," she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder.
"Fuck my slit, baby ... I want it! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"
Jayant thinks she looks lovely, her face softly radiant, her luscious lips
parted, her dark, *kajal*-rimmed eyes glittering, her breasts swollen,
pendulous, her gold necklace dangling. The manager is panting, his mouth
open, grunting thickly like a fat animal as he shuffles closer behind her.
Jayant's enjoyment of the spectacle is quite transparent. He watches,
transfixed, as the corpulent man pushes his cock between the smooth, firm
curves of Anuja's buttocks. His cock-head presses to her anus.
"I want to fuck your ass," Osmond gasps. "I want to butt-fuck you!"
"Later!" she cries, her buttocks swaying erotically. "Do it later ... now
fuck my cunt, Ozzie ... c'mon ... please ... I want it! Fuck me like a
bitch! Do it!"
The manager relents. He pushes his cock down and Jayant grins as he sees the
man gasp, arching his head, flexing his buttocks, driving his fat hips
forward and sinking his cock into her tight, hot, wet slit. His penis
vanishes between her buttocks and Anuja moans thickly, biting her lower lip
and arching her head, rocking forward under his thrust. The manager's chubby
fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips and he begins fucking her at
once with quick, jabbing thrusts, banging his groin at her buttocks, jerking
her body back and forth before his. Anuja groans softly, her body rocking to
and fro on all fours, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace
dancing against her tawny skin.
"Oh my ... oh yes ... oh my uhhh yes ... ohhh yes ... take it ... ohhh yes
... take it!" the man grunts, his lard wobbling as he moves, his face almost
comical in its rapture.
"Yes ... ohhh yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Ozzie ... fuck me!" Anuja cries
loudly. "C'mon, stud ... shove it in nice and hard and deep ... give it to
me, lover! Give it all to me!"
Osmond fucks her faster, without control, his hips jerking and rocking back
and forth, his buttocks wobbling and jiggling. His fat jiggles and his
protuberant belly and thighs slap loudly at her buttocks. Anuja moans and
gasps, rocking back and forth on her forearms and knees under him, her gold
necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with his thrusts.
"Ohhhhhhh yes ... oh ma yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... yes ... that's it ...
c'mon ... do it, baby ... shove it in ... shove it in all the way, lover ...
c'mon ... that's it ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... ahhhhh uhhh yes ...
there! Ohhh yes! C'mon ... fuck me, Ossie ... fuck me hard ... ohhh uhhh
yes!"
"Oh Jeez oh Jeez oh sweet Jeez," the man gasps. "Ohhh uhh ohhh uhh oh uh oh
uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH!"
Faster and faster he goes, hammering his hips at her buttocks, sending her
body lurching and jerking back and forth with his thrusts. Her face is
suffused with naked lust. She hisses sensuously, her eyes hooded, her mouth
open, her tongue arching over her upper lip, goading him on with louder
obscenities.
"Oh yes ... do it, lover ... fuck me ... fuck me harder, baby ... yes ... oh
god that's so good yes ... do it!"
Inflamed, he grips her swinging breasts and squeezes them hard, making her
gasp and wince and writhe and squirm against him, begging for more.
"Ossie! Ohhh Ossie yes! Ohh god yes ... c'mon Ossie ... now ... now fuck my
ass ... please ... I want it in my ass! Please ohhh god please, baby,
please!"
The manager groans deliriously. He jerks his swollen, throbbing organ out of
her cunt and it glistens with their comingled coital juices. Anuja groans
and bends steeply forward, lifting her buttocks higher still, pressing her
shoulders to the bed, her face turned to one side. She shuffles her legs
wider apart, exposing the puckered flesh of her anus.
"C'mon Ossie ... fuck my ass," she gasped. "Do it! Quickly!"
The corpulent manager presses his cock-head to Anuja's taut anus. She tenses
and then, exhaling, relaxes her sphincter. Osmond digs his fingers into the
soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling them wider apart and pushes his hips
forward. His cock-head bursts into her anus.
"OH MA UNH AHUHOHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Anuja's cry is thin and high and her face contorts in a trismus of lust, her
head jerking upward, her eyes screwing shut, her lips jerking back over her
teeth, her mouth wide. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets. Above and behind
her, the fat manager groans and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into her
hot, tight, rear channel. Anuja's breath comes in deep, rattling, broken,
sobbing gasps as the big penis tunnels deeper and deeper into her anus. She
thrusts a hand into her crotch and arches a finger into her slit, vibrating
her knuckle against her stiff clitoris. Her anus convulses on his throbbing
penis. The manager sodomizes heavily, rocking his hips back and forth,
squeezing and pushing and cramming his cock into her anus, panting and
moaning loudly, his chest heaving, his head flung back, his body streaming
with sweat.
"Ahh uhh ahh uh ahhh uhh ohhhh uhh ohhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhh ohhh uh ohhhh uh
ohhh uhh oh ma uhh ahhh uhh ahh uhh ohh god oh god oh uhh ohh uhhh ohhh,"
Anuja sobs as the manager buggers deeply and thoroughly.
Osmond is nearing the end. In and out of her asshole he goes, and she
whimpers and moans, writhing her buttocks erotically against his thighs,
grinding her anus up and down the length of his shaft. Bending and curving
her body, she reaches deep between her legs and squeezed his heavy, hairy
balls. It is too much for him to bear. With a strangled moan, he lurches out
of her and, shaking his cock in his fist, explodes. Jizz shoots from his
cock-head and spurts over her buttocks and thighs. He comes and comes and
comes, emptying his load, dribbling jizz between her buttocks and over her
anus and down her cunt-lips. Anuja whimpers and writhes. Moaning, he
squeezes his cock into her anus again, fucking her ass again till his
erection begins to dwindle. Anuja moans thickly, her head sagging between
her arms.
At last, he slides out of her, grunting, sweating, groaning. She collapses
on the bed, panting and moaning, her chest heaving. Osmond groans,
masturbating, standing at the foot of the bed. Slowly, Anuja turns around
and, sitting up at the edge of the bed, pushes her face into his crotch,
taking his cock in her mouth again. He moans softly. She sucks his penis
gently, savouring the taste of her cunt and anus and his jizz. He grins down
at her, obviously feeling very macho, very much the master of this whore.
His cock dribbles jizz into her mouth; he is not man enough to get it up
again and his erection wanes rapidly now. Anuja lifts her head and he steps
away.
Jayant has seen enough. He has a raging erection. Now he wants his own
pleasure. He will not be denied. He moves forward toward them.
= o =
They spent the rest of the night and the next day there, fucking
incessantly. Osmond was rewarded once again before they left. They returned
to her house that evening and had an orgy with the servants. Baban arranged
for some girls, teenage maids who worked in the neighbourhood. Jayant fucked
two or three of them and they were splendid fucks. The party broke up at
dawn and Anuja and Jayant fell into bed and slept soundly for several hours.
Waking, they fucked again, slowly and unhurriedly, savouring each other's
bodies at leisure.
They caught the evening flight to Aurangabad and went straight home. With
his parents gone, Jayant had the run of the place with the servants. All
four of them -- Ramu, the servant, Shankar, the cook, Raja, the chauffeur,
and Prakash, the gardener -- were delighted to see Anuja again after such a
long time.
Raja met them at the airport. It was a long drive to the house. The car had
darkened windows and the flight had arrived late; the inside of the car was
safe from prying eyes.
Pulling out of the airport car park, Raja flicked his eyes to the rear-view
mirror and grinned. Nothing had changed; the two young lovers hadn't wasted
a minute. Anuja had Jayant's fly opened and was masturbating him; he had
unbuttoned her *kurta* and was sucking and fondling her heavy breasts -- of
course, she wasn't wearing a bra. He chuckled softly and, imperceptibly,
lifted his foot off the accelerator, dragging out the pleasure of watching
them.
Jayant was nothing if not to the manor born. He noticed the driver eyeing
them in the mirror and stopped fondling Anuja's breasts. Her head was bent
over in his lap as she sucked his cock. He grinned. He knew how much Raja
liked fucking Anuja, particularly in the ass. Leaning forward, he tapped the
chauffeur on the shoulder.
"You've buggered her before, haven't you, Raja?"
"Yes, master Jayant. Frequently. You know that, master Jayant -- you've
watched us. Even took a video, if I remember."
"Yes, I remember that. Would you like to, again?"
The handsome, muscular chauffeur looked in the mirror. Jayant and Anuja had
stripped naked now.
"Yes, sir. Very much indeed, sir. I can't wait to get home."
"Why wait? It's a long drive. How about right now?"
"Now sir?"
"Now. We've enough time. You sit back here and fuck her butt, I'll drive.
She's hornier than a rutting bitch. If I know her, she could fuck all night
and still want more the next morning. Isn't that right, cunt?"
"Mm," Anuja murmured, her mouth stuffed with Jayant's erection. "It most
certainly is." She knew he deliberately spoke like this around the servants;
it turned them on. It excited her, too.
"Come on then," Jayant said.
They pulled over at a deserted stretch of road, in the deep shadows between
two streetlamps. Jayant dressed in seconds and slipped into the front seat
behind the wheel. Raja dived into the back-seat with Anuja who was waiting
for him, naked, luscious, irresistible. She stripped the chauffeur quickly,
unbuttoning his tunic, undoing his trousers, opening the fly, kissing him
lasciviously, licking and sucking his nipples as she slithered down, bending
her head over his crotch.
Jayant took his time, watching over his shoulder and in the rear-view mirror
as his servant fucked Anuja in the back seat. She sucked Raja's cock,
kneeling on the wide rear seat and bent over his lap while he fondled her
pendulous breasts and cunt. The man gasped loudly, his head bent, watching
her suck his swollen penis.
"Mm ... ohhhh ... uhhhhh ... yes ... oh fuck yes ... mm ... yeh ... suck it,
bitch ... yeh ... that's it ... suck harder, whore! Ahhh uhhh yes ... suck
it! Suck hard, whore! Harder!"
He pushed her head away after several minutes and she got up, straddling his
lap with her back to him, leaning forward over the back of the front seat,
her arms stretched along its length. The rear seat was spacious enough for
them to move without difficulty. She lifted her hips slightly and quickly
lowered her cunt onto the servant's upright erection with a soft, shuddering
gasp, biting her lower lip in exquisite tension. The man grunted and,
reaching around, cupped her full, turgid breasts, squeezing them hard. She
whimpered thickly and began to buck heavily up and down on his lap, jigging
her cunt on his cock. The man grunted, fingering her tight anus, fondling
her breasts, pumping his hips under her.
"Yes! OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped.
"C'mon ... take it! Take my cock! C'mon whore! Take it!" the youth grunted.
"Way to go, Raja," Jayant chuckled, sliding the car into car and slowly
pulling away from the kerb. There wasn't much time and he drove slowly.
In the back seat, Anuja bucked up and down on Raja's lap, moaning and
gasping feverishly, fondling her breasts, reaching down to cup his balls,
grinding her cunt heavily along the length of his nine-inch erection. With a
shuddering groan, she leaned back against his hard chest, her belly sucked
inward and turned her face to his. The servant kissed her deeply, thrusting
his tongue into her mouth, fondling her breasts with one hand and her
clitoris with the other. She whimpered, tonguing his ear, moaning and
hissing in pleasure, grinding her hips on his crotch.
"Yeh ... that's good, whore ... c'mon ... ride my prick, bitch ... ahhh uhhh
yes ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon ... oh fuck yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes!" Raja
grunted.
"Ohhh uhhh Ohma uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby ... fuck
me!" Anuja gasped deliriously, bucking and writhing in a frenzy on his lap,
grinding her hips in tight, erotic circles on his cock.
Though Jayant took a longer route home, he couldn't delay the inevitable
forever; they neared the house, passing the golf course on one side and the
little copse on it where Anuja had fucked that entire gang of caddies and
ballboys. He flicked his eyes to the mirror and saw her gasping, her body
bucking feverishly on the driver's lap, her face suffused with lust, cracked
sobs of pleasure breaking from her throat.
"Raja! If you're going to fuck her ass, do it now!" Jayant snapped. "We'll
be there in a few minutes!"
Anuja groaned and eased herself off Raja's throbbing cock. He spread her
buttocks open and she lowered them, moving her hips so that his cock-head
was at her anus. Gritting her teeth, arching her head, gripping the backrest
of the front seats, she forced herself back down onto his erection, impaling
her anus on it with a loud, shuddering cry, her head snapping up, her lips
jerking back over her teeth in wild grimace of algedonic lust. Raja groaned
and arched his hips, spearing her asshole deeply. Anuja's face twisted in an
agony of joy and she cried out, writhing deliriously on his penis. Her cries
were short, high-pitched, cracked, as she began rocking her asshole up and
down on his cock.
"OHHH uhhh OHHHHH uhhh OH ma uh Ohma uhh OHH!" she cried. "Oh uhh OHHH uhhh
OHHHHHH!"
"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore, c'mon! ... c'mon ... take it!" he
went.
The driver buggered her heavily for several minutes, fondling her breasts
and clitoris, gripping her buttocks and moving her ass up and down the
length of his penis. On his lap, Anuja gasped and thrashed wildly, squeezing
her bouncing breasts, fingering her slit and gorged clitoris; her anus
convulsed helplessly on his throbbing erection.
"OHHHHH uhhh OH ma uhh ahh UHHH OHH Raja uhhh ahh uhh OHH uhh OHHHHHHHH!"
she cried. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh ahh
uhh OHHHHH!"
On the verge of an orgasm, she stopped and, rising off his cock, moved
backward and took it in her cunt again.
"Quickly now!" she cried, seeing dimly through a haze of lust that they were
almost there. "C'mon! Quickly! OHHH uhh yes uhh OH uhh yes uhh OHMA uh yes
... c'mon ... c'mon ... c'mon, Raja, c'mon!"
She jerked and rocked furiously on his cock, her breasts bouncing, her gold
necklace tossing and slapping on her tawny skin and then, with a ululating
moan, began to orgasm, gasping sharply, chewing her lower lip, shaking her
head drunkenly. Under her, the chauffeur grunted and heaved his hips rapidly
up and down, thrusting into her over and over again till, at last, his
orgasm hit him. With a loud grunt, he plunged up into her, gripping her hips
and jamming her cunt down on his cock and came violently, shooting thick
wads of creamy, hot jizz deep into her sodden, hungry slit.
= o =
The servant, Ramu and Shankar, the cook, heard the car turning into the
drive and came out of the house to welcome Jayant and Anuja. The car drew up
and, for a second, the two servants' eyes widened in surprise as they saw
Jayant get out of the front alone. Then wide grins split their faces and
they chuckled softly as Jayant opened the back door. Raja stepped out first,
naked, and putting out his hand, helped Anuja out of the car. She, too, was
still naked and quite unabashed. She laughed brightly at the servants who
rushed down to the car. They closed in on her and she threw her hands up
around their shoulders, kissing first one, then the other, with slow, deep,
lascivious explorations of her tongue in their mouths, while they fondled
her breasts and buttocks.
"And how are you, Ramu, Shankar, my lovely heroes?" she murmured happily as
they pawed and kissed her.
"Much better now that you're here," Ramu grinned.
"Yeh, my cock's all ready and raring to go! Just feel that rod of steel!"
Anuja thrust her hands into their trousers, fondling their penises, both
hard and throbbing. "Mm, you're right. This is serious. You'd both better
let me attend to those things soon, before matters get critical."
"All right!" exclaimed the cook, promptly dropping his trousers, fisting his
huge erection. "Right now!"
Anuja looked over the cook's shoulder at her cousin. Jayant wore a look of
indulgent, bemused, exasperated resignation. He smiled gently and nodded.
The servants followed Anuja's look, saw their master's response, and their
face lit up in eager anticipation.
"All right, all right," he grumbled good-naturedly. "But quickly. You know I
don't like being kept waiting!"
Ramu and Shankar whooped in delight. They jostled for position with her,
each trying to elbow the other away.
"Shankar first," Jayant said with quiet authority.
Ramu stepped back. Quickly, Anuja dropped to her knees before the cook while
he began undoing his shirt, and, burying her face in his crotch, began
sucking his cock rapidly and deeply.
Shankar was an attractive youth in his early twenties. Spry and lithe, not
very tall, with a lean, wiry body, he had a fine-featured, handsome face:
his nose was straight and strong, his lips wide and slender, his teeth
strong and even, his eyes dark, deep-set. His hair was thick, black, cropped
short. He sported a slight mustache. His body was strong, not overly
muscular but trim, with high hips, a taut, sexy butt and well-muscled limbs.
His belly was hard and flat. The torso was hairless. And his cock was
wonderful, a good nine and a half inches long, nearly two inches thick, with
heavy, low balls. Anuja loved every inch of it.
He fucked her face joyously now, his feet spread apart, rocking his head
back and forth, moving her head to and fro to suit his pleasure, pushing his
bloated cock in and out of her mouth, his head bent to watch her, his belly
sucked inward, his back curved. Jayant, Ramu and Raja watched as the young
cook's distended penis slid in and out of her face, glistening with pre-cum
gunk and her spittle. She sucked it hungrily, pumping the thick shaft in one
fist, kneading her breasts with the other hand.
Several minutes later, he pushed her head back and, gripping her arms,
jerked her to her feet. Spinning her around, Shankar pushed Anuja forward
over the still warm hood of the car engine. She shuffled her legs apart and,
leaning on her forearms, looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glassy,
her nostrils flared, her gold necklace dangling provocatively, her breasts
swollen and pendulous.
"Fuck me, Shankar!" she breathed. "C'mon ... fuck me, baby! Shove your cock
right up into my cunt, stud ... c'mon, do it!"
The cook groaned and, with a strangled cry, squeezed his cock between her
buttocks and into her cunt. Anuja cried out sharply as the huge penis burst
into her slit, crushing the molten cunt-flesh in its passage. Her back
arched, her head jerked up and her lips snapped back over her teeth in a
grimace of pure joy. Behind her, Shankar cried out, his face twisting and
contorting in delight as he felt the hot convulsions of her cunt on his
cock. He gripped her hips and thrust his hips further forward, flexing his
buttocks taut. His belly sucked inward and his back curved from shoulder to
hip as he buried his throbbing flesh in hers. Beneath him, Anuja gasped,
biting her lower lip and moaning thickly as his cock went in and in and in.
"Oh fuck yes! OHHHHHHH uhhhhh yes!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes!"
"Ohma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh yes! Fuck me! UHHHH ohhuhhh OHHH uhh OHHH uhhhh
*hanh* uhhh yes Shankar yes! Fuck me!" she went.
Panting and groaning, the cook fucked her feverishly and deeply and rapidly,
rocking his hips steeply back and forth, driving his cock hungrily in and
out of her cunt. Anuja's body rocked and jerked over the car hood, her
breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dangling and tossing wildly. His thighs
slapped loudly at her buttocks as he went faster and faster, swinging his
hips furiously to and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock
pistoning and ramming in and out of her cunt. Anuja's cries were sharp and
staccato as her body jerked and thrashed wildly under his, sprawled over the
bonnet of the car.
"OH! OHHH uhh OHHHuhhh OHHH uhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHH uh Ohma uh OH ma uh
OHMA uh ahh uhhhhOHHHHh!" she called.
"A-uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-yeh-uh-oh-yeh-uh-ah-OHHHHH!" the youth gasped.
Faster and faster he went rocking and plunging into her flesh with snapping,
skewering thrusts that made her gasp and cry out sharply. Crushing his
fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, he rammed his cock greedily
into her cunt again and again, each thrust drawing a cracked sob from her
throat. A low groan erupted from his throat as he came, buried deep in her
cunt, his buttocks twitching wildly at her buttocks, emptying his load in
her hot, wet cunt-flesh.
Panting heavily, he slid slowly out of her; she groaned softly, her chest
heaving, her body sprawled across the hood of the car. The cook grinned,
slapped her bottom.
"Yeh. As good as ever. Nice and hot and tight. Good fuck. Thanks."
Ramu was already elbowing the cook aside to take his turn. Jayant felt a
familiar twinge of unease. He had never liked men treating Anuja like this,
a mere receptacle of flesh into which they emptied their passion. When love
was young, he tried to prevent it, assuming that she shared his distaste,
till, one day, she told him that she didn't mind it at all. In fact, she
said, she rather enjoyed being gang-banged, the sensation of a series of
penises sawing in and out of her flesh, men using her for their pleasure.
She derived her own satisfaction from theirs, she said: there was something
especially erotic about the wanton, somewhat brutal, anonymity of sex like
this, an outpouring of feral lust uncomplicated by finer sentiment. Not
always and not only thus, she hastened to add, but once in a while, when it
was quite fun. After that, Jayant kept his feelings to himself.
Now he watched with a wry resignation as his servant, a man who had been
with the family for nearly twenty years and seen Jayant grow to manhood,
fucked his master's beautiful cousin. Ramu was a handsome man, tall and dark
and muscular, with a finely chiseled face and the strong features of the
warrior Maratha caste. His eyes were deep-set and dark, his nose fine and
straight, his mouth lean and wide. His shoulders were broad, his chest
cleaved and muscular and hard and his belly was a slab of rock. His waist
was narrow, his hips were high and buttocks taut. His arms and legs bore
thick bunches of musculature. His body was lean and tough, his torso
smoothly hairless. His nipples were small and dark and pulled low and wide
on either side of his heavy pectorals. His torso was a tapering V. His cock
was big, thick and long and dark and smoothly shorn to the hilt. His balls
were heavy and low.
As Jayant watched, he flipped Anuja over on her back on the hood of the car
and pulling her thighs wide open in his hands, moved between them, his
rampant penis already pushing at her sticky, wet cunt-lips. Anuja moaned,
reaching down to guide his cock into her hole. His swollen cock-head popped
into her cunt and he flexed his buttocks smoothly and drilled his cock deep
into her cunt in a single, rushing thrust.
"OhmauhhhhahhhhuhhhhhOHHHHHH!" Anuja gasped as the enormous cock ran into
her cunt like spear. "Oh uhhhh *hanh* uhh OH Ramu uhhh *hanh*!"
Ramu's head jerked back, his face contorting in a paroxysm of delight as her
cunt convulsed frantically on his throbbing, piercing cock-shaft.
"*hanh* uhh *hanh* uhhhh ahhhhhhhhh!" he gasped, burying his burning cock in
her wet slit. "C'mon! Take it, whore! Take it! Take my cock, bitch! Take it
all! OHH uhh yeh oh fuck yes oh fucking hell yeh!"
He began fucking her heavily and deeply, with punishing, piercing, hungry
thrusts of his hips, flexing and unflexing his buttocks in a rapid rhythm.
His cock appeared and disappeared between her cunt-lips and her body arched
and bowed and rocked and jerked with his thrusts, her swollen breasts
jiggling, her gold necklace slithering this way and that on her tawny skin.
Her nipples were nut-hard with excitement and she squeezed her breasts
erotically in a wild lust, her face flipping in a frenzy from side to side.
Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her mouth open as she gasped a
litany of erotic obscenities.
"OHHHHH uhh Yes oh god yes! Fuck me, Ramu! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!
Shove your cock in, Ramu ... yeh ... oh god yes ... that's it ... shove it
right in, baby! Harder! OHHH uhhh yes!"
He leaned forward and moved faster and faster, plunging and pistoning and
reaming and ramming hungrily in and out of her cunt, his hands on the
insides of her thighs, keeping them spread open to receive him. Her hips
bucked and lurched against his and the car bounced and rocked on its
springs. Faster and faster he went, his hands now on her breasts, squeezing
them with pumping actions that matched the timing of his thrusts, and Jayant
saw his cousin begin to orgasm furiously, gasping, mewing, moaning, her
hands crushing her breasts, her cunt heaving up to his. The servant flung
his head back and groaned, ramming deep into her cunt, making her cry out
sharply. He drew out and rammed in again, and yet again and then, with a
shuddering moan, sank his cock deep into her cunt, his buttocks flexed taut,
his hips twitching between her thighs, his arched face creased in joy. Anuja
bit her lower lip, arching, moaning softly in pleasure as the servant's
lust-heat spewed into her ravenous slit.
As Ramu slid his cock slowly out of her cunt, Anuja moaned softly, her body
trembling and quivering and twitching across the hood of the car. Her eyes
fluttered open, glassy and bright. Her voice was raw and cracked. Jayant
felt a surge of sorrow and excitement, curiously erotic. Bending over, he
caressed her head tenderly, kissed her gently on the lips. She slid her arms
around his shoulders and he knew that now she wanted him. He straightened
and helped her to her feet. The servants were still there, pressing closer,
hoping for more.
"Enough, assholes. You can have more later. C'mon ... get the luggage!"
Jayant snapped and they backed off, hyenas retreating before a lion.
They went up into the house and climbed the stairs to his room, Anuja still
naked, leaning on his shoulder, his arm around her waist. Entering her room,
they didn't waste a minute. They had contained their hunger and lust for
each other for far too long. Stepping into the room, they clasped each
other, kissing feverishly, Anuja tearing at his clothes. They dispensed with
all foreplay and, naked, she jumped up in his arms and he took her weight
without strain and quickly impaled her cunt on his throbbing erection. Anuja
gasped, arching, flinging her head back as the monstrous penis surged into
her cunt-flesh.
"OHHHHHH uhhhh yes!" she gasped, almost in relief. "Oh god yes!"
Her cunt convulsed eagerly on his penis. He groaned in joy and began to fuck
her rapidly, slamming his hips back and forth, flexing and unflexing his
powerful buttocks, rocking his cock greedily in and out of her cunt. Anuja
gasped and cried out sharply with each thrust, her body tossing and jerking
in his arms, her breasts bouncing. Faster and faster he went, ram-fucking
her with a manic hunger. They fell to the floor with her on her back and,
bent over her on his muscled arms, spreading his legs wide and levering her
thighs apart to afford him greater access, Jayant began fucking her
furiously. Up and down he swung his hips, snapping them sharply at the
waist, his buttocks bobbing and bouncing furiously over her tossing,
bucking, heaving hips. Under him, Anuja cried out loudly and obscenely, her
head flipping from side to side, her face contorted in a radiant grimace of
lust as the huge penis plunged and pistoned and rammed and reamed in and out
of her cunt. Their explosions were simultaneous and intense, sweeping
through their bodies like huge tidal waves and, plowing his throbbing cock
deep into her molten, fiery cunt, thrusting in again and again, Jayant came
and came and came.
Still the storm of lust raged unabated, augmented by a heavy dose of
aphrodisiacs he had brought with him from Bombay, the kind that Mark liked
to use. Now their fucking, though as demanding and strenuous, was more
measured and prolonged. She sucked his cock at length and he licked her slit
till she was almost screaming for release. Slipping a thick rubber sheath
with stiff spikes and large knobs onto his erection, he fucked her again,
making her gasp as the armoured cock ripped into her cunt, mashing and
grinding her clitoris delightfully.
Stripping off the sheath, he turned around and they locked in a prolonged
sixty-nine before he fucked her cunt again from behind, bent steeply over
her, hammering his hips up and down, plunging wildly in and out of her cunt.
Anuja had a series of wild, exhilarating orgasms, each one more intense than
the last, every one leaving her thirsting for more. He finished by
sodomizing her, using a new gel and powder just launched by the company that
made the aphrodisiacs. He smeared gel and sprinkled generous amounts of the
powder on her anus and cunt-lips and breasts and gums and on his cock-head.
Anuja gasped and whimpered, already in the throes of a wild orgasm as he
plunged greedily into her cunt for a few minutes, fucking her violently.
Then, bending her body steeply under his, he ground his cock into her anus,
his hands on the insides of her lifted thighs. Anuja exploded as the huge
penis surged into her rear-channel, driving the breath from her throat in a
whoosh, making her face contort in an agony of joy. He fucked her ass deeply
and thoroughly and, when she came, turned her over on her front and took her
butt again, unrelenting in his demand for satisfaction. At last, burying his
cock deep in her anus, he began to orgasm. Anuja moaned as the thick,
copious load of jizz jetted into her asshole. Still coming, he slid slowly
out of her anus, spattering her buttocks with jizz before squeezing his cock
into her cunt again and fucking her for a few minutes more.
They snuggled together and she kissed him happily, running her tongue
through his ear, fondling his penis, tracing patterns on his massive torso.
"Dreamy fucks," she said. "Too good."
"Mm. Fabulous."
They dozed for a bit and woke half an hour later. Against his advice, Anuja
took another dose of the aphrodisiacs.
"You'll go mad," he warned her. "With that lot of dope in you, you're going
to be in heat right through the night."
"Good," she smiled lasciviously, her dark eyes flashing as she popped
another pill. "That's just what I want. With the four of you in this house,
all I want to do is fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"We can't fuck you forever."
"Try."
"Not possible."
"Then I'll just have to use by Ben-wa balls during the dry spells, right?"
"It won't do much good," he said softly. "It takes forever for that level of
dosage to wear off."
"So much the better," she said, her eyes twinkling, her lips parted. Not for
the first time he noticed how sexy her teeth looked, with the canines
crooked prettily over the even incisors. "I haven't fucked these servants
for some time. I'd like to fuck them all again. And, oh yes, what about
Prakash, your gardener? He's quite a stud and I haven't fucked him at all
yet."
"And do we meet Vaishali, pray?" he asked, slightly irritated now.
She laughed. "You're cute when you get mad. I'm in no hurry to meet
Vaishali. Does she know we're here?"
"Not yet."
"Good. Keep it that way for a way. Let's not tell her till the day after. I
want to spend tomorrow here, with you and the guys."
He couldn't help laughing. "You're nuts, babe," he said.
"Mm," she murmured. "About your nuts and other guys and about being fucked
and fucked and fucked yes, I'd have to agree. C'mere ... let me suck your
cock ... god, I love your cock, Jayant!"
= o =
Anuja moaned softly. Her body rocked and jerked gently back and forth on the
wide couch. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her lips parted in a
small bow, showing her teeth, the side canines crooked attractively over the
incisors, an attractive irregularity in her otherwise perfect teeth. Her
face was arched back. Her swollen breasts jogged lightly. The nipples were
stiff and hard. The gold chain around her neck slithered against her tawny
skin. She lay on her back, her right arm arched behind her head, elbow
raised, her hand curled around the wooden struts of one end of the couch.
Her left hand lay loosely along her belly, her hand in her crotch, her
cunt-lips splayed open in her elegant, slender, shapely fingers.
"Ohhhh ... uhhh yes ... mm ... ohh yes, Prakash ... that's good ... lick my
slit, baby ... yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh uhh yes! There! Ohhh yes ...
that's it ... tongue-fuck me baby ... ohh yes! I want it!"
The gardener grunted, his mouth wide open, lapping steadily at her flowing
cunt-juices, flipping his tongue in and out of her cunt.
Her cries rang in his ears, arousing him intensely. He thought the sight of
her slim fingers with their shapely nails splayed at her cunt-lips, keeping
the soft, wet rims stretched open for him, the rings glittering against the
dark thatch of her pubic fuzz and the bright, soft wetness of her cunt-flesh
was incredibly erotic. Her clitoris was stiff and hard and he swirled his
tongue over it, flipping it sexily back and forth. On the couch, Anuja
whimpered and gasped, arching, her hips writhing, her cries rising in
eagerness.
It was the morning after Jayant and she arrived. They had spent the night
fucking, falling asleep well after midnight in a tangle of sweating, sticky
limbs and stained sheets. Anuja slept soundly for several hours. At half
past ten, she woke to the touch of Ramu's lips and fingers on her breasts,
his erection pressing eagerly against her cunt. She came up out of sleep,
smiling, sensuous, happy and willing to have slow sex with the servant.
They fucked gently and without tension and Anuja moaned softly when he
entered her and, pulling his head down to hers, kissed him deeply, sucking
on his tongue, caressing his hard, muscular torso, savouring every inch of
his penis as it slid smoothly in and out of her wet slit. They fucked easily
and smoothly, steadily building the tempo and adding to their urgency till
at last they were rocking and bucking in a fever, clinging to each other,
their loins pounding together, his cock crushing in and out of her cunt, her
hips bucking and heaving under his. Their orgasms were intense and deeply
satisfying. As they waned and their bodies subsided, Ramu sinking down,
gasping, his head on her breast, his cock still quivering in her slit, Anuja
caressed his broad, smooth back dreamily, thinking to herself how much she
enjoyed fucking servants. She loved the slightly dank hardness of their
bodies, the roughness of their speech and manner, the way they possessed and
devoured her. Their hunger for her body was a powerful aphrodisiac.
"Where's Jayant?" she murmured, swirling her tongue through Ramu's ear.
"Downstairs. Some things he had to attend to with his parents away."
"Mm."
Ramu tried to roll off her, but she held him back, his cock still in her
cunt. "What's the rush, boy?" she smiled. "Tired of me already?"
He laughed. "Never. Not possible."
"Good. Because we've got lots of fucking to catch up on."
"Yeah, that's right, we have."
"I still have to fuck Prakash, you know."
"He's been asking ever since he came in at seven this morning."
She giggled and pushed Ramu off her body. "Poor baby. He must be in agony by
now. I suppose I'd better go and do something about it, don't you?"
Ramu laughed, sprawled on his back on his master's bed, watching her as she
rolled over and sat up. She smiled down at him, lifting her hands to coil
her long hair in a knot behind her head. He loved her body, the colour of
her skin, the darkness of her eyes, the slight imperfection of her teeth
with the front canines crooked over the incisors, the fullness of her lips,
the size and form of her wonderful breasts. He cupped one luscious mound;
her nipple was still hard. She was one horny bitch. Anuja's eyes instantly
darkened with excitement and she bent over to kiss him, her fingers crawling
into his crotch and working his long, thick penis deftly.
"Want to fuck me again?"
"What a question. Of course." Immediately she began bending over to take his
cock in her mouth, but he stopped her. "But fair's fair, babe. Prakash. Go
put him out of his misery."
"You're sweet," she murmured, kissing him deeply, slipping her tongue in and
out of his mouth. "You're all very sweet."
"We're happy to have you here," he said simply. Anuja glowed in pleasure.
An hour later, showered and bathed, Anuja walked down the flagstone path in
the manicured garden to the little shed in the corner. Outside, she paused
briefly to adjust her clothes and hair. She was wearing a simple ochre
*kurta* and white *churidar* with a matching sleeveless, unbuttoned Nehru
jacket with a mandarin collar.
Prakash answered her knock. He wore his trousers and nothing else. She
smiled brightly at his delighted expression and stepped in.
"Anuja!" he said with a smile of genuine pleasure and excitement. "I've been
waiting to see you! I ..."
"Prakash," she interrupted him.
"What?"
She went up close to him, pushing his shoulder, turning him to face her and,
tilting her face to his, slipped her arms around his neck.
"Fuck me," she murmured, her breath warm and sweet on his face. "Fuck me
like you did the last time ... I want your cock ... in my mouth ... and in
my cunt." Her hands caressed his naked torso.
Prakash was handsome, sexy man, with a deep, muscular chest, broad
shoulders, a flat, hard belly, high hips and limbs that bulged with muscle.
He had fine, chiselled features, a square jaw, dark eyes and a sexily
weather-beaten, clean-shaven face. His cock, she knew from past experience,
was wonderful, over nine inches long and correspondingly thick.
Prakash grinned in delight. She was incredible, his most ardent sexual
fantasy brought to life. His penis sprang erect. He drew her closer to him
and kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her
breasts eagerly, finding them heavy and swollen already, her nipples
palpably stiff even under the *kurta* and bra. She broke from him.
"Wait," she murmured. "Wait."
She turned back and ducked behind the burlap curtain strung up across the
width of the room, part of the way down. Behind it was a simple wood and
hemp *charpoy* with a faded mattress and thin pillow and the gardener's
meagre personal effects: a mug, a steel plate and glass, a few cooking
utensils, a kerosene stove. When she came back out a minute later, Prakash's
jaw dropped and he gaped at her in disbelief. Except the jacket, Anuja had
taken off all her clothes. She smiled at his reaction as she approached him,
her breasts bouncing under the jacket, the dark delta of her cunt drawing
his gaze irresistibly.
She kissed him wantonly, flipping her tongue against his lips, flicking open
the clasp of his trousers and pushing her hand into his crotch. "I want to
suck your cock. I want to be fucked by you. I want your cock in my cunt."
She undid the fly of his trousers and they puddled to his feet. His erection
popped out; he wasn't wearing any underwear. When she came in, he'd been
lying on the cot, fantasizing about her. She fondled his cock lovingly,
pumping it in her fist, grinding her crotch erotically against it.
"Mm ... yes ...," she murmured. "I want it in there!"
Prakash gasped. He didn't know anyone so sexy, so voluptuous, so desirable
in every fibre of her being. Anuja began to move her lips to his ear,
enjoying the feel of his hard, muscled body against hers. Anuja licked his
ear lasciviously.
"I want you," she said softly, her eyes sliding down his body to his cock,
knowing he was watching her.
"C'mon ... suck my cock," he muttered. "Take it in your mouth."
With a soft moan, Anuja sank to her knees before him. Groaning, his cock in
her fist, she jerked it gently, flipping back the foreskin, rubbing the
cock-head over her cheeks and lips, her mouth open, scraping the shaft and
bulging cock-head delicately with her teeth, winding her tongue lasciviously
around the knob. Prakash groaned thickly, his head bent, watching her.
"C'mon ... suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock, whore!"
Aroused by the words, she moaned loudly and slipped her lips around his cock
and began sucking it hungrily.
"OHHHHHH uhhh yes ... oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "Yes! Suck it! Suck my cock
... do it, Anji! Do it! C'mon, whore!" he cried. "Yes ... whore! C'mon whore
... suck it! Do it, you fucking bitch! Suck my prick, slut! Suck it ... yeh
... oh fuck yes ... c'mon, suck harder, slut! Suck harder!"
Anuja moaned loudly, deliriously, sucking his cock feverishly, pumping his
cock in her fist, rocking her head back and forth, working his cock-head
with her tongue. He gasped, groaned and his cock-head spurted pre-cum gunk.
She murmured in pleasure, opening her mouth under his cock and jerking his
shaft so that he could see his jizz spurting into her face.
"Cum in my mouth ... please ... I want to taste your cum!" she said.
He was seriously tempted, but refused to accede. There was so much else he
wanted to do with her lovely, luscious body. He knew that if he gave in now,
he would have to leave his dreams for another day.
"No," he grunted. "Just keep sucking, whore, till I tell you to stop! Do
it!"
He grabbed her head and jerked it back to his crotch. Anuja moaned, loving
the rough treatment. His cock filled her mouth, distending her face as she
sucked.
Several minutes later, he pushed her head away and moved her to the rickety
*charpoy* beyond the burlap curtain. He tried to push her on her back to
lick her slit, but she forced him over instead on his back on the cot and
knelt over his face, clawing her cunt-lips open. Her cunt was dripping wet.
She lowered it onto his face, her mouth open, her head bent, her tongue
pressed sexily to her upper lip and, when he jabbed his tongue up into her
cunt, she gasped, tossing her head back, her mouth opening wide, her back
arching.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh fuck yes! C'mon Prakash ... do it! Lick my slit! OHHH
uhhhh yes ... yes ... oh ma uhhh yes ... c'mon ... shove it in deeper ...
ahhh yes ... there ... ohh god that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes!"
Her hips writhed and ground over his face. She slid one hand under her
jacket and squeezed her breasts erotically, sliding her hand up to her face,
turning her head to one side, sexily lifting her long braid in the back of
her hand, her body jerking and jigging on his face.
"Mm ... ohhh yes ... ohhhh that's good ... oh god you're tongue's so good in
there, Prakash ... mm, yes ... oh fuck yes!" she gasped, arousing him
intensely with the obscene litany that flowed freely now.
She made the gardener go on licking her slit, gasping and mewing and moaning
loudly and obscenely, her cries rising in pitch and volume, her body
jerking, her hips grinding on his face, crushing her breasts in a frenzy.
Suddenly, she turned around and sat on his face again, but facing his feet
now and slowly bent over, dragging her tongue wantonly down his body to his
crotch, enveloping his quivering penis in the soft moist warmth of her mouth
again. Prakash gasped in pleasure and his breath shot straight into her
cunt. She groaned, her hips bucking on his face. He could feel her breasts
squash against his belly. Her head rocked up and down over his lap and he
groaned, pumping his hips under her face.
Then it was his turn to take charge. He heaved her off his body, forced her
on her back and jerked her legs apart. Panting, he bent over her.
"C'mon bitch ... now I'm going to fuck your cunt till you scream!" he
rasped.
Anuja moaned, spreading her legs wide, taking his cock and guiding it to her
cunt. "Fuck me!" she cried. "C'mon Prakash ... ram your cock into my cunt!
Shove it in hard, baby! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"
With a loud cry, he plunged into her. Anuja cried out, her head snapping
back, her neck craning, her mouth tearing open, her back bowing. His thrust
sent her body jerking backward and her head fell over the edge of the cot.
The gardener was mad with lust. Her hips rose up to meet his crashing
downward and her cunt engulfed his penis, convulsing and spasming on its
throbbing length. He rammed his cock into her again and she cried out,
tendons popping in her throat, her lips snapping back and her mouth tearing
open in a loud cry.
"Yes! OH yes uhh yes Oh Prakash yes!" she cried as he rammed his cock into
her repeatedly, her body whipping and jerking with his thrusts, her head
bent back over the edge of the cot, her long braid swinging freely, her gold
necklace looped up against the base of her throat, the rest hanging over
under the nape of her neck. "OHH yes ... fuck me! Fuck me harder, Prakash!
Shove it in uhhh yes OHH ma uhhh yes! C'mon! Fuck me! Shove your cock into
my cunt, lover! Do it! I want it! Fuck me! Fuck me, Prakash! Fuck me like a
whore! Take me!"
Her loud, lewd cries, her contorted expressions of genuine excitement and
joy, the frantic convulsions of her cunt on his searing cock as he thrust
wildly in and out of her flesh, the way her body jerked, her gold necklace
swinging backwards, the way her breasts jiggled under the jacket which had
fallen open showing him all of one breast and most of the other, drove him
insane with lust.
"Take it!" he cried, panting and gasping. "C'mon, you fucking whore! Take
it! Take my cock! Ohhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes, c'mon, bitch, take it!"
The overdose of aphrodisiacs the night before, combined with the small
topper she took this morning before coming to him, had made Anuja incredibly
horny. She cried out and moaned ecstatically, her hips bucking and heaving
frantically against his pounding loins, her body jerking and whipping and
snapping violently with his thrusts, her breasts jiggling. Her hands were
bent at the elbow, clenching his forearms and her legs were spread far
apart, affording him deep access to her slit. His long, thick, hard cock
felt wonderful, stabbing deeply in and out of her slit, the pulsating veins
in the swollen shaft crushing her gorged clitoris delightfully. On and on
they went, their bodies pounding together, flesh striking flesh. They began
to sweat in the close, stuffy confines of the room. Perspiration beaded her
brow and upper lip; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck.
Rivers of sweat started between her breasts and coursed down her belly and
towards her flung-back neck. Prakash moaned, feeling the sweat trickle down
his spine and his chest, droplets splashing onto her body, more sweat
slipping down his crotch. She was incredible, her cunt hot as a furnace,
tight as a vice and he began to spin away in a delirium of lust. With a
shuddering groan, he steadied his rhythm and saw the look of pleasure on her
face. He thrust into her deep and hard and fast, his hips rocking rapidly up
and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, moving now with studied
deliberation.
"Mm ... ohhh yes ... ohhhh uhhhh yes!" she gasped, matching his tempo.
"That's it ... fuck me ... fuck me Prakash ... fuck me fuck me fuck me ...
oh god yes ... give me your prick, lover ... shove it right up in my cunt
... ohhhhhh uhh yes ... oh god oh god oh uhhhh yes ohma uhhh *hanh* uhhh
yes!"
Prakash battled the turbulence in his loins, his nostrils flared, his
magnificent muscles cording and rippling with the strain as he plunged and
pistoned in and out of her flesh. Anuja hissed in pleasure as he thrust
especially deep into her. Her body jerked back and forth and she slid her
hands down his flanks and gripped his buttocks, pulling him deeper still
into her molten cunt-flesh, calling out loudly and lewdly. Again he noticed
the attractive slight imperfection of the two side teeth crooked over the
even, sparkling ones in front. Her nose-stud winked and the diamond studs in
her lobes -- she wore two in each ear, one behind the other -- glittered
sexily.
"Oh yes ... oh god yes, Prakash yes ... fuck me ... fuck me, Prakash ...
fuck me hard ... fuck my cunt ... uhh OHHHHHHHH uhh yes ... oh yes ... ram
it in again Prakash ... AHHHHHHHHH uhhh! That's it! Ohhh yes! C'mon! Faster!
Ah uh ah uh oh ma uh ah uh oh uh oh uh ohma uh ohma uh ohma uh yes!"
She continued to amaze him. With a loud gasp, moments before she came, when
he, too, was on the verge of losing control, she heaved herself up,
wriggling dexterously and slipping his cock out of her cunt. He knew that
she'd done it deliberately to stave off her climax for greater pleasure.
Rolling him over on his back, panting and gasping, like a bitch in heat, her
face glowing with excitement, her eyes bright and glassy, her nostrils
flared, her mouth open, Anuja swung herself over the gardener's body. His
cock throbbed between her thighs. Reaching down, she took it in one hand and
moved it to her cunt. With a loud, shuddering groan of pleasure and relief,
she impaled her hot slit on the rigid, throbbing shaft. Prakash gasped at
the electric convulsions of her cunt on his penis and arched his back,
thrusting his cock greedily into her cunt. She moaned, rearing upright on
her knees astride his lap. He watched her transfixed; spasms of lust crossed
her lovely face.
"OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped. "God that's so good, Prakash! I want your cock
in my cunt forever and ever!"
Grinding her hips erotically round and round on his, arching the tip of her
tongue erotically over her upper lip, Anuja hissed loudly in pleasure and
slid her hands up her body, under her jacket, over her breasts, squeezing
them eagerly.
"OHH yes ... oh god yes!" she gasped. "C'mon ... fuck me, Prakash ... fuck
my cunt ... oh ma uhhh yes ... ohhhhh ... uhh ... ohhhhh ... c'mon, lover
... fuck me like a whore ... take me like a slut ... I want it! I want your
cock! I'm yours, Prakash! Your whore! Fuck me hard!"
She was too much. Prakash swore softly, bucking his hips up and down under
her, holding her hips, moving them round and round on his, mashing her
cunt-flesh with his cock, watching her face twist in lust as his thick,
throbbing shaft mashed the inflamed stem of her clitoris.
"C'mon whore!" he cried. "Take it! Take it, you fucking bitch! Take it in
your slit! Take my dick! C'mon whore ... take my cock!"
"Yes!" she gasped, falling forward, leaning on her outstretched arms, her
breasts and the lapels of her jacket and the gold necklace swinging over his
face. "Oh yes uhhh yes uhhh oh yes!"
Their loins bucked and crashed together in a frenzy as she started rocking
back and forth and up and down on her hands and knees, running her cunt up
and down the length of his shaft. Her buttocks bounced off his thighs as he
thrust up and down beneath her. Her breasts bounced and shook and her gold
necklace tossed and flapped against her tawny skin. He squeezed her breasts.
"Yes!" she cried. "Squeeze them harder, Prakash! Ahhhhhh uhhh ohma uhh yes!
Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! Harder! C'mon ... pinch my nipples ... ohhhhh yes! Oh fuck
yes!"
She twisted an arm behind her and cupped his balls, squeezing them eagerly.
He groaned, pounding his hips under her. Her body jerked and rocked and
jogged over his.
"Faster!" she cried, rocking furiously over him. "Yes ... c'mon ... oh yes
c'mon Prakash yes oh god yes fuck me yes oh yes uhhh yes! Ohma uhhhh OHHHH
uh Ohma uhhh OHHH!"
He squeezed her breasts again, craned his neck, squeezed both mounds
together and sucked them sharply, nibbling her nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh uhh ohma uhhh yes!" she cried, gripping his head to her
breasts, her cunt grinding and churning and bucking over his inflamed penis.
"Suck harder, Prakash ... ahhhhhh uhh oh that's good yes!"
His head fell back, his back arched and he held her by the waist as he
pounded his hips furiously beneath hers, tossing her on his lap, drawing
sharp, shrill cries and cracked gasps from her open mouth. Her breasts
bounced madly over his face, swollen, hot, turgid, pendulous, her nipples
stiff, the aureoles puckered, her gold necklace jumping wildly.
"Hit me!" she cried. "Hit my tits! Hit them hard!" she cried suddenly.
Prakash whipped his hand at her breasts. Anuja cried out, her face twisting
in a grimace of joy.
"Again!" she called. "Hit them harder! OH! Uh OH! Uh OH! Uh OH! Uh yes! Oh
god yes!"
He crushed them hard in his hands and then gripped her buttocks, pulling
them open, pressing his fingertip to her anus. Anuja shuddered in shocked
surprise and delight, her cunt spasming on his penis. She knew too well how
much he loved to penetrate her anus.
"OHHHHHHHH uhh yes ... that's so good, baby yes ... keep it there ... ahhh
uhhhh yes ... ohhhh yes ... Prakash ... please ... push your finger in ..."
Prakash felt dizzy with excitement. He pressed his fingertip firmly to her
anus and, as he expected, it yielded at once without resistance and his
fingertip slid inward. The effect on her was stunning. Her face contorted in
a violent grimace. Her cunt crashed down on his penis, convulsing
frenetically. The breath shot from her throat and, arching, she dropped her
breasts to his mouth, forcing him to suck them sharply. Prakash held his
finger in her asshole, enjoying its heat and tightness. Her buttocks rocked
and bounced over his bucking hips. She kissed him feverishly, thrusting her
tongue deep into his mouth.
"Oh god oh god oh god," she moaned. "You fuck me so well, Prakash ... it's
so good ... don't stop, baby ... don't ever stop!"
She reared upright again, gasping and moaning, bucking faster and faster up
and down on his pumping hips. He slid his finger out of her anus.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh yes fuck me fuck me fuck me, Prakash! Keep fucking
me! I want to be fucked and fucked and fucked! OHHHH uhhh OHHH uhh OHHH!"
Sexily, she rucked up her jacket in her hands, crumpling it, and dragged it
over her breasts, squeezing and lifting them erotically, scraping the
aroused and sensitized nipples with the coarse handspun cloth. Prakash
groaned. It was an incredibly sexy sight. She arched her tongue slowly,
wantonly over her curved upper lip, arching her head back and bucking up and
down on his lap, her body shining and glistening with a sheen of sweat.
"Ohhh ... uhhhh yes ... oh ma uhhhh yes!" she hissed, erotically rolling the
jacket over her nipples and grinding her hips round as she forced her cunt
down on his cock so that it spiralled down onto the upright shaft. "OHHHHH
uhhh yes ... god I want it! I want it all!"
He watched her expressions of lust, the way her breasts bounced, the way the
gold necklace jumped and tossed on her tawny skin. Sensuously, she dragged
her hands up her body to the nape of her neck, thrusting her breasts out,
coiling her braid in a loose knot as she continued bouncing on his lap. Her
jacket opened wider, exposing her breasts. She kept her hands raised and her
fingers interlaced behind her head.
"Hit my tits!" she moaned again. "Hit them hard!"
Prakash slapped her breasts and nipples with a sharp, stinging flick of the
backs of his fingers.
"OH!" she gasped, making him cry out as her cunt convulsed frantically on
his penis. "Again! Do it again! Harder!"
He struck her breasts again. Moans of joy erupted from her throat. He kept
hitting her breasts. Her body trembled and shook as it bounced up and down
on his lap, her cunt grinding and sliding along his penis in a frenzy, her
buttocks cannoning off his thighs.
"Squeeze them now!" she cried. "Hard! OHH uhh yes! Oh god yes! Harder!"
He clenched her breasts and heaved powerfully under her, sending his cock
ramming up into her cunt. Anuja cried out, her face twisting and contorting
in a grimace of lust, exciting him further. Looking at her reflection in the
old, cracked mirror to one side, she paused, smiling inwardly in an
explosion of joyous arousal and excitement: she knew the gardener would
enjoy seeing them both in the mirror.
"Fuck me from behind," she cried. "Like you did last time. Fuck me in front
of the mirror ... I want to see you fucking me!"
The gardener was strong and virile, able to fuck her at length, as hard as
she wanted. With him, now, here, she was no longer the *memsahib*; she was
his whore, to fuck and enjoy at his pleasure.
She slipped off his cock, moaning and panting feverishly and quickly turned
on her forearms and knees on the bed, facing the cracked mirror. Her breasts
hung swollen and pendulous like succulent fruit, her long gold necklace
swung free. She thrust a hand between her legs and clawed her cunt-lips
open. Kneeling behind her, Prakash moaned softly in lust. He stared wildly
at her reflection in the mirror, her face tilted up, her eyes bright and
dark, glittering with lust, her nostrils flared, her luscious lips parted,
her swollen breasts and gold chain swaying, the dark beauty spots on her
face tempting him; and then his eyes jerked back to the smooth curves of her
buttocks and, beneath, the wet, open lips of her cunt, held wide open in the
first two slender, shapely fingers of one hand, the finger-rings glittering.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "C'mon, Prakash! Fuck me hard! Shove your cock right
up into my cunt! Fuck me like a bitch ... like a whore! Fuck me hard!"
Prakash moaned in feverish desperation and pushed his cock between her
buttocks and to her cunt-lips, past her fingers and, flexing his buttocks
and snapping his hips sharply, rammed his cock deep into her cunt in a long,
surging and skewering thrust.
"OHMAUHHHAHHHUHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cried as his penis plunged into her
cunt, her face contorting and twisting in a paroxysm of lust and joy. "OH uh
OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHHH!"
"YES! C'MON TAKE IT, WHORE!" he shouted. "C'mon bitch! Take it!"
He began to fuck her violently, gripping her hips, slamming his own back and
forth, hammering her buttocks with his hips with loud smacking slaps,
driving his throbbing cock in and out of her cunt. Their reflections in the
mirror were a major turn-on. Every thrust made her lurch forward. Her body
rocked and swung beneath his. Her breasts shook and wobbled, and her gold
necklace swung furiously back and forth. Her face was turned up, radiant
with lust, her eyes hooded, her mouth open in a wide O, her nostrils flared.
She clenched the sheets, clawing at them feverishly. Her cries were loud and
lewd.
"Yes! OH ma uhhh ahhh uhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Prakash! Fuck me! Ram your
cock in, baby! Harder! OHHHHHH uhhh yes that's it oh ma uhhh yes c'mon ...
do it!"
"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, whore! Take it! Take my cock, you whoring
bitch! Take it! Ahhhh uhhh ahhh uh ah uh ah uh oh fuck yes!"
"Ohhhh uhhh yes ... oh Pruhhhkahhhhhsh uhhhh yes! Fuck me! C'mon ... c'mon
... do it ... harder ... ohhh yes ... harder, yes! Ahhhh that's it ... c'mon
... Prakash ... do it! Fuck me! Harder!"
"Take it, whore!" he shouted. "Ghe, rundi, ghe!"
"Ahhhhhh uhhh yes!"
"C'mon, you fucking slut ... take my prick, bitch! Take it!"
"Oh ma uh oh uh oh uh oh!"
"Bitch! Whoring bitch! Take my cock ... c'mon, whore ... oh fuck uhh yes ...
take my prick, slut!"
"Yes! Oh yes! Oh ma uhhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
"Say you like it, bitch! Let me hear you!"
"Yes! uh oh ma uhh yes! uh oh ma uhhh yes ... Fuck me! Fuck me Prakash! Fuck
me hard! Fuck my slit, baby! Fuck it hard! Shove your cock up my cunt, baby!
OHHHHHH yeh ... oh yes oh fuck yes c'mon ... do it! Do it, baby! Fuck me!"
The words inflamed him. He rammed in harder and harder, plunging and
pistoning madly, furiously, slamming his hips at her buttocks.
"Talk, bitch!" he snarled. "Tell me ya like it! Lemme hear ya! Tell me what
you want!"
"Oh god yes! I want it! Give it to me, baby! Fuck me! I want it!"
"What? What d'you want?"
"Your ... your cock Prakash! I want your cock! Oh ma uhhh ahh uhhh ahh! Fuck
me, Prakash! Fuck me hard! Stuff me with your cock!"
Faster and faster he went, gasping desperately, ramming into her, jerking
and rocking her body under his, gripping her hips and digging his fingers
into the soft flesh of her body. Her cunt convulsed on his penis. She moaned
and cried out, keeping up the obscene litany, slamming her hips back against
his thighs, jerking her cunt along the length of his penis. He could see the
long, dark, glistening stem of his own cock appearing and disappearing
between the curved lobes of her buttocks and suddenly remembered a
pornographic video that Jayant had once run for the servants. A huge black
guy was shown fucking an Indian woman just like this -- that was what made
it sexier still. But he could still recall it vividly, every frame etched in
memory. It had been just like this -- except that the man had been fucking
not her cunt, but her ass.
He looked at her rear again. The tight, puckered flesh of her anus winked at
him. He remembered how she had taken his finger in her anus and, suddenly,
was overwhelmed by an urge to force his cock into her anus, to bugger her.
He knew just how much she loved being fucked in the butt.
He jerked his cock out of her cunt and pressed his cock-head between her
buttocks to her tight anus. Anuja tensed, her head jerking up, her face
twisted in joyous anticipation.
"Want it in your ass, whore?" he cried. "Want me to fuck your butt?"
"Yes! Oh god yes!"
"Yeh! You always did like it in the ass, didn't you, bitch? Now take my
cock! I want your ass, bitch! I want to fuck your butt! C'mon whore! Take
it!"
He creased her buttocks open and, gripping her fiercely, flexed his buttocks
and pushed his hips forward. His cock-head popped into her rear-channel,
pushing the orifice open.
The effect was electrifying. Her face contorted in a savage rictus of lust,
her eyes screwing shut, her mouth torn open, her lips jerked back over her
teeth, her head craned, tendons popping in her throat.
"OHUHOHHHUHOHUHOHMAUHOHHPRAKASH-UHHHOHHHH uh Oh uh
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja's cry rang out loudly in the silence of
the small, stuffy room.
"Ahh uhh yes uhhh Ahh uhh AHHHHHHHHH!" Prakash cried exultantly, provoked by
her expression of lust, her cry, his subjugation and domination of her and
the fact that he, a lowly gardener, not even one of the house-staff, was
sodomizing this *memsahib*, this slut, this whore, his slut, his whore.
"Oh uh ah uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ..." Anuja moaned, her breath coming in
heaving, wracked sobs. "Oh ma uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohh!"
Deeper and deeper he pushed his cock, driving it into her delightful anus as
far as he could, gasping at its fierce heat and manic convulsions, his
buttocks flexing taut, till his hips were pinned to her buttocks. Anuja
quivered and moaned, beside herself with joy. He looked at her reflection in
the mirror and grinned. He slid his hands up her body and crushed her
breasts and then hit them sharply. She gasped, her anus impaled deeply on
his cock, her chest heaving, her head sagging, her buttocks squirming
against his thighs.
"Like it, whore?" he grunted. "Like it in the ass, don't you? Tell me you
like it, bitch! Tell me you like it when I fuck your ass!"
"Oh god oh god oh god," she sobbed.
"Say it!" he shouted, hitting her breasts again, making her gasp. "Say it!"
"Yes!" she moaned. "Oh god yes ... it ... it feels good ... ohh god yes,
Prakash ... do it ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck my butt!"
He laughed again. "Again, slut! Let me hear you beg like a gutter-whore!"
"Ohhh ... uhhh ohhh yes ... fuck me, Prakash ... fuck my ass ... shove your
... cock ... right up my ass, baby ... shove it in ... shove it all in! I
want it!"
He laughed triumphantly and began sodomizing her heavily and deeply,
thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt. Anuja whimpered, rocking under
him. He thought of the black stud and how he'd fucked the lovely woman and
tried to emulate the image, pumping his hips rhythmically back and forth,
jerking her body to and fro under his. Now he, too, was a stud, as much of a
sex machine as that hugely-endowed black.
Then he remembered also how the man had put his hand under belly and
finger-fucked her while he fucked her butt. Bending, he pushed his hand
under her stomach and arched his finger into her cunt. Anuja's head snapped
up in shock and surprise and delight. She cried out loudly and, at last,
lost control, unable to deny her climax any longer.
"OHHHHHHh uh Oh ma uhhhh Oh Prakash! Prakash! Prakash! Uhhh yes! Ohma uhhhhh
ahhhh uhhh OHHHHH!" she cried as the tidal wave of pleasure hit and hit and
hit.
Incredibly, and despite the frantic convulsions of her cunt and ass, he
didn't come. Instead, he moved faster and faster, ramming his cock in and
out of her anus, making her gasp and choke and moan thickly, her fingers
scrabbling at the sheets as his swollen cock rocked in a fury in and out of
her convulsing asshole.
"OHHH uh OH uh OH uh OH ma uh OHMA uh OH Prakash uhh OHH!" she cried.
"Yeah uhh yeh uhh oh yeh ohh fuck yes c'mon whore c'mon bitch take it c'mon!
Yes ... c'mon! Take it ... oh fuck yes ... take it, whore! Take my prick!"
Suddenly, with a loud cry, he jerked out of her. She cried out in shock at
the sudden release in pressure. He moaned and before she could anticipate
his next move, plunged his cock into her cunt and began fucking her
demonically, ramming his cock savagely in and out of her flesh.
"YES!" he shouted. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes uhh oh yeh oh yeh c'mon
bitch take it uhh yeh take it you whoring slut take it! Oh uhh *hanh* uhh
oh!"
"OHHHHH uhh OH ma uh Oh uhhh yes Oh god yes uhh OHHH!" Anuja cried
desperately, her body shaking and trembling as another orgasm hit her and
then a third.
On and on he went, pillaging and plundering her cunt, ramming wildly in and
out of her cunt, making her body jerk and rock with his thrusts, her breasts
jiggling violently, his cries ringing in her ears.
Again he pulled out of her and now, flinging her on her back, jerked her
legs open and rammed into her cunt again, hammering his hips wildly up and
down and back and forth, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt.
"C'mon! C'mon, bitch, c'mon bitch c'mon bitch take it uh take it uh take it
uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh fuck uh yes uh oh fuck yes!" he cried, his hips
bucking furiously up and down, his cock pounding in and out of her cunt,
savaging her molten cunt-flesh.
"Ah uh ah uh oh uh ohma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhh oh uhh yes oh god oh god oh
god uhhh yes!"
Anuja cried out, her body whipping and arching and jerking and snapping
violently on the cot under him, her breasts wobbling and jiggling painfully,
her head flipping from side to side. He moaned and panted, moving faster and
faster and then, with a sudden, sharp cry, lurched out of her.
Shaking his cock, he scooted up over her face and pushed his penis into her
mouth.
"Suck it!" he snarled. "Suck hard! Suck my prick, bitch!"
Anuja moaned, choking, sputtering, and began sucking his cock feverishly.
Seconds later, with a shuddering moan, he began to come in her mouth,
shooting his load down her throat.
"Swallow it!" he cried. "Drink my jizz, whore! Take it!"
He came and came and came, his gunk flooding her mouth and dribbling down
her chin and cheeks. He shook his cock over her breasts, splashing hot gunk
on her body and then, moving down again, forced his slowly dwindling cock
back into her cunt. Under him, Anuja moaned thickly, arching her hips
eagerly under his, taking him deep into her flesh, her head spinning,
overjoyed at how well he had fucked her, well-pleased.
Her body tingled as he eased slowly out of her cunt and sank down on the bed
beside her. She turned in his arms, her body trembling and shaking, still
panting heavily.
"My god," she breathed, kissing him tenderly. "My god, Prakash!"
He smiled, cupping her breast. "It was very good, wasn't it?"
"Very good? It was fantastic!" she breathed, in genuine pleasure. "And guess
what?"
The gardener laughed softly. "Tell me."
"I want more!"
"Who'd have guessed?" he chuckled, pulling her down to the cot again and
turning her over under him. "Who'd have guessed?"
= o =
Later that afternoon, Anuja stole from Jayant's bed and went to Shankar's.
Jayant slept on, exhausted from the fucking of the night before and later
that morning, after she had done with Prakash. She slipped out of bed and,
wrapping a gauzy nightgown around her, stole through the house to the
servant's quarters. As she stepped into the stuffy little chamber, Shankar
chuckled softly in the gloom. Anuja smiled to herself.
"I knew you'd come, whore," he said softly. "C'mere. Suck my cock. Then I'm
going to fuck your ass."
Anuja smiled happily and, slipping the gown off her naked shoulders, knelt
obediently by the narrow pallet against the far wall and bent her head over
her servant's crotch, taking his thick, warm penis gratefully in her mouth.
The youth grinned, his head craned, watching her, his legs spread wide, his
hips bucking and lurching under her face.
Minutes later, he was fucking her in the kitchen. Her lovely face was
radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung back, her sexy
lips parted, her teeth bared in a rictus of lust, her nostrils flared. Her
body jerked and rolled back and forth, her back bowing taut as the cook
fucked her rapidly. Shankar bent over her on his knuckles and knees, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, bobbing furiously over her heaving loins.
Anuja loved his cock. She lay on her back, her legs forked and spread with
Shankar bucking between them. Her legs curled about his thighs. Her hips
heaved up at his. Shankar's swollen, glistening cock, ridged with thick
veins, plunged deeply in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. He
could hear it squelching into her belly, rasping out, squelching in again,
drawing shuddering moans from her. Her body snapped and bowed with his
savage thrusts, curling under his. Her head flipped from side to side, her
face suffused with a radiance of lust.
"OHHH Shankar-Shankar-Shuhhhh uh oh uhh Shunhhkuhhr uhh OHH! UNHhh ...
OH-OHH-OHH!" she gasped. "*hanh* UHHhh *hanh* uhhhh *hanh* uhh
OHmauhhOHHHuhh OH OH OHHH uhh OHHH uhhh OHHH uhh OH ma uhh
OHHmaohmaohmaOHHHHH!"
Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. The gold chain around her neck tossed
and slithered between her breasts. Shankar's buttocks flexed and unflexed,
his cock rose, slid into her like a sword, lifted up again. Faster and
faster he moved, thrusting deeper and harder into her. He flung his head
back, his eyes closed. Anuja dug her fingers into his bunched biceps. Her
shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, the gold chain around her
neck crushed between the lovely mounds. Their cries rang softly in the still
house, and she feared they might wake Jayant; she knew he didn't approve of
this incessant sex with the servants. But there was nothing she could do to
stop. She didn't want to.
"Yes ... fuck me! Fuck me, Shankar! Fuck me!" she begged.
"UNHHH ... UNHH ... UNHHH ... C'MON ... take it, bitch ... take my cock!" he
panted.
He began pistoning like a triphammer at, his cock ramming in and out, in and
out, in and out. He paused for a second to lever her thighs wider apart and
to lean more steeply over him. At once he hit a furious, feverish,
ram-fucking stroke again that drove the breath from her in a hissing gasp
and tore a choking cry from her throat. Their bodies glistened with sweat.
Shankar slowed suddenly and she moaned, squeezing her breasts in her hands,
rolling the heavy mounds under her palms, tweaking her nipples. She caressed
his hard chest and belly, and then her hands slid to her loins and her left
hand encircled his pistoning shaft, the right clawing her cunt-lips open.
His cock rasped between her fingers. The sight of the dark cock in her fair
fingers, under her gold wedding band, was incredibly sexy.
Shankar's hips rose and fell, rose and fell, his cock gliding smoothly,
deeply, in and out. She whimpered and arched, writhing in pleasure and
orgasmed, her body stiffening under his, twitching as the waves crashed over
her. Her body arched to his, her fingers digging into his strong shoulders.
When she had finished, Shankar slowly pulled out of her. His cock was still
rock-hard. She moaned, caressing it, her shoulders hunched, her pretty face
turned to one side, begging for more.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Keep fucking me."
Shankar grinned. She was acting like a bitch in heavy rut.
"Okay, okay ... I'll fuck you, slut," he chuckled. "Up your ass."
Anuja smiled happily. She got to her feet and leaned over the kitchen
counter, her buttocks thrust back at him. They lobed open, exposing her
puckered anus. Shankar licked four fingers in an utterly obscene action and
smeared his spittle around her asshole.
"Wait," he muttered. He stretched an arm around her and flipped open the lid
of the butter dish. He dug his fingers into the soft yellow butter and
scooped up a generous pat. Grinning at her, smeared it around her anus.
Anuja writhed, whimpering. He smeared his erect cock with it, coating it
thickly. It shone and glistened dully.
"Now c'mon," he muttered and shuffled forward.
Shankar pressed his cock-head to her anus. She tensed. He chuckled and
spread her buttocks wide open. His cock slipped around her anus. He guided
it to the orifice and his buttocks flexed. Anuja bit her lower lip, her eyes
squeezed shut. Her body trembled. Her breasts and necklaces swung free.
Shankar splayed her buttocks open with one hand and slowly pushed his
cock-head inward. It found its target, held. Anuja gasped and stiffened. Her
fingers clawed. She clenched a towel cock on the tiled counter wall. Shankar
slid his hips forward.
"OHMAOHMAOHMAOHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja called, her face twisting with shock and
agony and delight.
Shankar's head jerked back and he gasped. The huge cock slithered between
her buttocks, vanishing inexorably into her rear channel. He clenched her
buttocks, pulled them wide, and thrust deeper and deeper and deeper. Anuja
began to pant in joyous agony, her voice ragged and hoarse, her mouth torn
open, her head jerked up. In and in and in he went, gritting his teeth,
biting his lower lip, his head falling on his chest, now holding her hips
and driving deeper. He went in to the hilt, and held still. Anuja sobbed,
her breath coming in heaving rasps.
"OH-Shankar ... Shankar ... c'mon ... c'mon ... quickly!" she gasped. "Do
it!"
Shankar crowed in delight. He leaned forward and squeezed her swollen
breasts hard. They grew slippery with the butter. He stroked and caressed
her belly, her buttocks, her hips, her breasts again. Holding her hips, he
began move his own slowly, fucking her ass. Anuja gasped, rocking and
lurching beneath him, turning her arm to cup her dangling breast, squeezing
and kneading it in excitement.
"Yes ... OHhhh yes yes OHHhhh yes yes OHhhhgodyes!" she cried.
"Yes! C'mon, whore! C'mon! Yes!" Shankar growled.
He slid a hand under her belly and began to stroke her clitoris. Anuja
gasped and her buttocks trembled. Now she was rocking to and fro of her own
accord, sliding her ass to and fro on his shaft. Shankar began to move
faster. His belly sucked in. Controlling her movements with his fingertips
on her upper buttocks, he speared her asshole with his cock, shoving it in,
pulling out, thrusting in again. His cock shone and glistened as it emerged
and disappeared between the lobes of her buttocks. Her cries were small,
broken, her face distorted in a rictus of agonised passion.
"C'mon ... take it! C'mon, you fucking whore! Take it!" he cried.
Shankar moved faster still, his hips jerking rapidly to and fro, his cock
gliding in and out. He paused to spread his legs on either side of her hips.
He leaned over her with his hands on the counter edge, his cock buried deep
in her, his body bent over hers. She was pinned beneath him. She waited for
him to take his pleasure. His buttocks reared suddenly, sharply, then drove
down into her savagely.
With a shuddering cry, Shankar began to ram-fuck her butt. Anuja's breath
ripped from her throat in a hoarse, ululating cry. Her mouth tore open. Her
breasts began to jiggle furiously, her necklace whipping frantically back
and forth. Shankar's hips slammed into her buttocks again and again, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, rising and falling, his cock pistoning
furiously in and out.
He was streaming with sweat now, his body arched, his head flung back and
his mouth torn open. Faster and faster he went and Anuja began to orgasm.
She went rigid under him, clawing and moaning, her head arched hard. Her
breath came in broken rasps, her moans were thick and heavy and long. The
servant continued to butt-fuck her.
At last he stopped and slowly drew out of her. She stood trembling against
the counter, her body racked with heaving, sobbing gasps. Shankar moved
around and hopped up on the counter in front of her face.
He chuckled, spreading his legs. "Like it, whore?"
She nodded weakly, her head bowed, her body heaving. His rampant penis was
thrust at her face.
"Suck me?" Shankar asked softly.
Anuja nodded slowly. Shankar smiled and pulled her head down to his groin.
His butter-smeared penis, glistening with the juices from her cunt and anus
was at her face. Laughing softly at her bent over his lap, Shankar stroked
her face with it, teasing her, dodging her questing lips. Finally, he
relented and let her have it. Her tongue flickered out and wound about the
sticky, slimy, slippery cock-head. She began to lick it eagerly, running her
tongue up and down the shaft. It didn't matter that it had just invaded her
asshole.
"How d'you like the taste of your ass, whore? C'mon ... suck it hard!" The
servant commanded his mistress.
She slipped her lips around his cock-head and part of his cock-shaft. Her
cheeks billowed with his size. She began to suck his cock, jerking his cock,
holding his thigh, her cheeks hollowing. Her head moved back and forth on
his twitching loins. He held her head and began to fuck her mouth. Shankar
gasped, flinging his head back and groaning in delight. His belly drew in
with tension. She cupped his low, heavy balls, fondling them. He looked down
at her, one hand on her head, jerking it to and fro. She opened her mouth
and her tongue flickered like lightning over his glans. Shankar lost control
and spewed his jizz into her mouth.
Moaning deliriously, Anuja opened her mouth and jerked his cock. Cum
spattered on her face and neck and dangling breasts. She took his cock deep
in her mouth again and sucked it some more, her head moving rapidly, drawing
the very last drop of jizz out of his cock. Spunk dribbled down her chin and
over her breasts, spattering on the counter.
He was done. He grinned at her, leaning back on his hands. Anuja licked his
thighs and groin like a rutting bitch. Shankar watched, grinning hugely, as
she lifted her breasts and rubbed them into the puddled gunk on the counter
in an utterly wanton action. She rose with her breasts shining with gunk and
arched her chest to his head, sliding an arm around his neck, drawing his
lips to her breasts. She sighed with pleasure, her face creased in a smile
of delight as his tongue and teeth caressed her nipples.
"God, that was good," she murmured.
He slid his hand between her legs and gently arched a finger into her slit.
Her cunt was wet and it still clamped eagerly on his finger.
"Fucking whore," he grinned. "Fucking randy whore."
"Yes," she groaned. "Fuck me again, Shankar ... fuck me again."
He laughed softly. "Later."
"No. Not later. Now."
"Try and get me up. If you can I'll fuck you."
He hopped up on the counter and spread his legs and Anuja moaned and bent
her head to his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it gently.
He had spent himself and it took a long time before his cock began to stir.
She sucked and masturbated him patiently. She had his cock in her mouth,
rocking her head gently up and down and back and forth when an idea came to
her.
"Shankar," she murmured. "Not here."
"What?"
"I don't want to fuck here."
"What?"
She grinned lasciviously, sensual and beautiful in her wanton arousal.
"Inside," she whispered. "In the bedroom."
"Fuck, you're crazy!" he said. "Jayant is there!"
"So what?"
"He's asleep!"
"That's what makes it so sexy."
He stared at her, his eyes glittering with excitement. She was right. It was
a very sexy idea, erotic because this was really unthinkable, that he should
bang his master's lover right there on the same bed on which his master
slumbered. It was quite another thing to do it when his master was awake and
permitted it.
"Not on the bed, then," he said. "On the floor."
"No. On the bed. Right there. Next to him."
"Fuck! You're mad!"
"Yes!" she breathed, sucking his cock feverishly again. "Yes, I'm mad! Mad
for your cock!"
The servant grinned and hopped off the counter. She laughed softly, kissing
him. His cock had jumped erect in excitement. She fondled it gently, jerking
the shaft in her slender, elegant fingers. They slipped out of the kitchen
and stole silently into the bedroom. Jayant, exhausted, was fast asleep,
lying on his back, his chest rising and falling evenly.
Anuja smiled and turned to Shankar, whose heart was pounding with fear and
excitement. The servant looked at his master's naked body.
Shankar laughed silently in excitement. She kissed him, writhing her body
against his, pressing her cunt and fleshy breasts against him. Taking his
hand in her hers, she pulled him around to Jayant's side of the bed and,
sinking to her knees, took her servant's cock in her mouth and began sucking
him again. Shankar stifled a moan. He fucked her mouth slowly, his head
bent, one eye on her sleeping husband, excited as much by the danger as by
her cock-sucking.
She sucked him wantonly, fondling her breasts, lifting and squeezing them in
her hands, fondling her cunt, rubbing and squeezing her breasts over his
cock, sucking and licking his balls. His cock throbbed ominously in her fist
and mouth. He pushed her head away. Anuja got to her feet and moving to her
side of the bed, slipped in beside her slumbering cousin. Reaching up, she
took Shankar's hand and drew him onto the bed with her. She spread her legs
under him as he bent over her, between her thighs, his cock-head at her
cunt-lips. She took his cock and pulled it to her cunt-hole. Stifling a
moan, the cook squeezed his cock gently into her cunt. Anuja whimpered
softly, her fleshy body bending in a slow, exquisite arch as the huge penis
seared into her cunt.
"Oh ma uh Ah!" she gasped as the searing heat of his penis bit into her
cunt.
Startled by her loud cry, the servant froze, looking at Jayant in panic. He
didn't stir, oblivious to his cousin and servant fucking inches from his
body. The cook groaned, arching his handsome head. He flexed his buttocks
and slowly pushed deeper and deeper into Anuja's clonic cunt. She writhed
under him, her legs spread wide, her cunt arching greedily under his hips,
drawing his cock deeper and deeper into her flesh. Bent over her on his
knees, his palms crushing her heavy, swollen breasts, the cook slid his hips
further forward, going in and in till he was fully buried in her flesh. Then
he paused. Anuja moaned softly, her hips twitching and writhing erotically
under his.
"C'mon Shankar ... fuck me ... ohh uh ohh uh yes ... uh ahh uh Oh uh yes!
Ohhhh uhhh OHHH uhh OHHHH uhhh Ohmauhhh yes ... oh god yes ... ohhh yes,
baby, yes!"
The cook fucked her slowly and unhurriedly, then, marvelling at his fortune.
He fucked her with long, deep strokes, drawing his cock steeply out of her,
pausing, then grinding down into her with a wicked spiralling thrust that
made her gasp and clench at his bulging biceps.
"Ohhh uhhh yes! Oh baby yes! Fuck me! Ohhh god yes!" she wept.
Her breasts jiggled with his thrusts, bouncing sexily. She split her legs
open further, drawing him deeper still into her slit. Anuja's eyes were
bright with lust. She smiled ecstatically at her servant. She murmured in
pleasure. The bed rocked gently with their motions. The servant hit a
rhythm, moving his cock steadily in and out of her cunt. She groaned and
arched and lurched beneath him, her head rolling from side to side, the bed
rocking with their motions. Bending his head, he sucked her breasts gently.
Anuja moaned in delight and caressed his head. Anuja cupped the servant's
face in her hands and kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his
mouth.
"Now," she murmured, tonguing his ear. "Fuck me hard, Shankar."
For the next thirty minutes, as Anuja fucked the cook inches from his body,
Jayant slept on, drowned in his own dream of passion. Beside him, Anuja
whimpered thickly, her body writhing and heaving in feverish joy under the
servant's piercing, exquisite thrusts.
= o =
Anuja's joy was unconfined. Jayant's servants couldn't seem to have enough
of her, and she did not deny them their satisfaction, even though it meant
that she had less time with Jayant. For his part, he revelled in her evident
enjoyment of sex with his servants and contented himself with watching her.
Using his fancy new video camera, shot endless tapes of her fucking the
servants. Actually, that was first her idea not his.
"Want to watch the servant fuck me?" she asked later that afternoon, when
she had finished fucking Shankar and, shooing him out of the room, turned
her attention to her cousin.
She woke him with butterfly caresses of her lips and teeth and tongue and
fingers, arousing him till his cock was rock-hard in her mouth and his hips
were bucking and squirming under her face. When he was ready, she rolled
over and drew him over her, between her thighs, gasping thickly as his
swollen, throbbing penis surged into her wet cunt-flesh. They fucked slowly
at first, rocking and bucking together till their lust and hunger sharpened.
Then their movements became more feverish and he thrust into her harder and
deeper and faster, his hips swinging up and down, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing rapidly. He reared up, his head flung back, his legs folded under
his buttocks, knees spread wide and, holding her thighs wide apart in his
hands, fucked her mercilessly, reaming his cock greedily into her cunt.
Beneath him, Anuja's cries were sharp and high and her body jerked and
snapped with his thrusts, her face contorted with spasms of joy, her
swollen, gorged breasts jiggling, their nipples nut-hard.
"OHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Ooooh baby yes ... that's it ... c'mon
... fuck me ... fuck my cunt, Jayant ... fuck it hard!" she gasped, hissing
and mewing her joy.
He slid out of her and flipped her over onto her front. She knelt before him
on all fours like a bitch in heat. He squatted steeply over her flared hips
and quickly squeezed his cock into her cunt again. Anuja hissed in joy, her
tongue pressed sexily to her upper lip, her body rocking forward under his
thrust, her face turned over her shoulder to him, moaning wanton
obscenities. He began fucking her furiously, hammering his hips at her
buttocks, slapping his thighs at them. Bent over before him, Anuja groaned
and cried out, her breasts and necklace pendulous, swinging madly, her
buttocks bouncing off her cousin's sturdy thighs.
"Yeh! C'mon, bitch! Take it! Take my cock, whore! Take it!" he shouted.
"Oh uh oh uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma uh oh uh ohma uh OH yes
oh yes oh yes oh yes oh god yes!" she called in response.
Their climaxes approached and he slid out of her again, foiling her orgasm,
making her whimper and groan in feverish desperation, begging for more.
Rolling over on his back, he made her straddle his hips and mount his cock.
Anuja cried out thinly as she impaled her cunt on his cock and, wild with
excitement, began bucking on it, rocking up and down, reaching back to
squeeze his balls, her breasts wobbling and jerking, her gold necklace
tossing and dancing on her tawny skin, her head flung back. Her buttocks
bounced off his heaving hips and strong thighs and he squeezed her breasts
in his frenzy. She began to orgasm and he gasped at the hot, tight
convulsions of her cunt on his cock. He wanted to come but, seconds before
he shot, she slipped off his cock and, bending over, thrust her face into
his crotch and sucked his cock furiously, her head bucking up and down over
his lap. Lifting one leg, she plunged a hand into her groin and began
masturbating furiously, her hips twitching at her slender, shapely wrist and
bejeweled fingers. Jayant couldn't hold back. The sight of her sucking his
cock with such hunger was too much to bear. With a shuddering moan, he
exploded and Anuja groaned, opening her mouth wide, her lascivious tongue
running up and down his cock-shaft and round and round his cock-head. Jizz
spumed from the slit in his cock-head and she moaned happily as it spattered
her face and cheeks and breasts and shot into her open, hungry mouth. She
took his cock in her mouth again, slowly sucking it dry.
And then, as they snuggled together, her fingers toying with his still
quivering, sticky cock, his tongue and lips tormenting her breasts, she
asked if he wanted to watch her fuck the servant.
"Now? Haven't you had enough?" he asked, grinning.
"No such thing as enough," she giggled. "I don't know the meaning of the
word."
He laughed. "So it seems. Okay, you want to do it now or after dinner?"
She grinned and kissed him, squeezed his cock gently. "Both. Either.
Whatever. I want to fuck all the servants. Again and again. And then I want
to fuck you again. I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck."
Jayant laughed and kissed her. "You're one mad nympho, Anji. Crazy bitch."
"Mm. You complaining?"
"Nope."
"Okay, let's go then."
He got his video camera and they went out naked and Ramu saw them as he was
setting the table and his eyes widened in pleased comprehension.
"Good fuck, eh?" he said to Jayant.
Jayant grinned. "Fantastic. As always."
Ramu grinned. "You want dinner, you two?"
"Not right away. After a bit." Anuja smiled and went up to him. "Right now,
I want some sex. More sex. Good, hard, hot sex. With you."
She slipped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him like a lover, her
tongue pressing between his lips, her naked body writhing against his. "I
want your cock, Ramu. I want to suck it and lick it and then I want it in my
cunt and in my ass ..."
The servant grinned through the kiss, his hands on her breasts, her
buttocks, caressing her curved, tawny naked body. He was wearing a tight
white vest and shorts and now she rolled his vest up under his arms and bent
her head to his nipples while her hands slipped inside his shorts and
crawled around to his crotch. She moved from one nipple to the other,
whipping the stiff points with her pointed tongue and slowly slid to her
knees, dragging his shorts down as she went. He rucked the vest off his head
and stood before her, naked, powerful, erotic, undeniable, the distinction
between master and servant quite blurred.
Jayant had the camera to his eye already, circling them, filming every move.
Anuja knelt before the servant and slowly jerked his thick penis, kissing it
tenderly. Parting her lips, she took his cock in her warm, hungry mouth and
began sucking it slowly and heavily. The servant groaned softly as his cock
bloated and ballooned in her mouth and fingers, filling and distending her
lovely face. Her head rocked back and forth in his hands and he pumped his
hips at her face, fucking her mouth with evident pleasure. She sucked him
steadily, using her tongue and lips and fingers and teeth deftly till he was
gasping and groaning, his belly rippling with excitement and tension.
"C'mon ... suck it," he gasped, his hands at his crotch, fingers and thumbs
forming a delta around the base of his shaft. "Suck it, whore! Suck my
dick!"
Anuja groaned thickly and sucked his dark, thick cock greedily, her head
rocking back and forth between his servant's thighs. Whimpering, she sucked
his balls, caressed her face with his penis, took it between her breasts.
The servant grunted softly and fucked her face while Jayant ran the video
camera.
He pushed her head away and got down on the floor on his back. Hissing in
pleasure, Anuja straddled his face and lowered her cunt onto it. Ramu prised
her cunt-lips open in his fingers and thrust his tongue up into her hot, wet
slit. Jayant zoomed in to a close up of his tongue darting and flickering
rapidly in and out and round and round in her cunt.
"Ohhhh yes! Oh fuck yes, Ramu yes!" she gasped, writhing her hips on his
face, her hands squeezing and crushing her breasts erotically.
Jayant took a long shot of her bucking and writhing on his face, her head
flung back, her face suffused with lust. After several minutes, she stopped
and slid back, straddling his hips, his rampant erection in her hand. With a
shuddering moan, she moved it between her thighs and impaled herself on it.
The servant grunted and arched up under her slowly, thrusting his cock up
deep into her cunt. Anuja moaned, arching and moaning and hissing in
pleasure, her face turned back, her arms outstretched, palms on the floor.
Groaning thickly, she began to move, rocking up and down on his cock.
"OHHH yes! Oh god yes, Ramu yes ... oh fuck yes!" she gasped.
Jayant scurried around behind and, dropping to his knees, took a shot of her
cunt rising and falling along the length of the servant's shaft. He took
shots of her face, radiant with excitement and lust, her body bouncing and
rocking and jerking up and down, her breasts tossing, her gold necklace
flying, slapping on her tawny skin. Faster and faster she went and then,
suddenly, slapped her buttocks together rapidly, squeezing his cock in her
cunt. The servant groaned and heaved and pumped his hips under her, his
hands on her swollen breasts.
Anuja was insatiable. Through the viewfinder, Jayant watched his cousin
orgasm, gasping and crying out, rocking and bucking feverishly on his
servant's cock. He eased her off his lap and she lay on her back, her legs
spread wantonly. Jayant motioned to the servant to wait and rolled the
camera over her naked body, lingering on her cunt. She opened her cunt-lips
open for him and looked at the lens straight, mouthing erotic obscenities,
fondling her breasts. Jayant stepped back and the servant moved between her
legs and, bending over her on outstretched arms and knees began fucking her
slowly and deeply, his hips rising and falling, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his cock grinding in and out of her cunt. Jayant zoomed in and
took loving shots of his cock squelching and pistoning in and out of her
flesh, of her body writhing and lurching and rocking under his servant's
thrusts, her hips heaving under his, her breasts wobbling, her hands
crushing them in excitement. Faster and faster they went and Jayant moved
into loving close-ups of the huge penis plunging and pistoning in and out of
his cousin's visibly wet cunt. Her cries rang in his ears.
"OHHHHHH uhhh OH ma uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH yes Oh yes baby yes ...
c'mon Ramu ... fuck me! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck me!" she gasped thickly,
her body jerking and rocking with his thrusts, her swollen breasts wobbling
and jiggling furiously.
"Chul rundi, chul! C'mon whore! Take my cock, you fucking bitch! Oh fuck
yes! OHHHHH uhhh yeh oh fuck yeh oh that's good yeh ... c'mon, slut ... take
it! Take it all! Ahhhhhh uhhhh yes!" the servant gasped, his face creased in
joy, his head flung back, his muscular body strained in every nerve.
Several minutes later, the servant slid out of her and, turning her on her
front, fucked her from behind, kneeling behind her and running his cock
rapidly in and out of her cunt. Anuja moaned and gasped, her knees spread
wide, her body jerking and rocking and lurching to and fro under the
servant's pounding thrusts, her breasts pendulous, heavy, the nipples
nut-hard, the swollen mounds jiggling, her gold necklace dancing. Jayant
filmed in slow motion from a front shot, showing her face radiant with lust,
then moved lower and took a breath-taking shot between their legs, showing
her breasts rising, falling, slapping together, her necklace tossing, her
face spasming in joy as the man's huge penis appeared and disappeared
between the smooth curves of her buttocks.
On and on they went and Jayant filmed it steadily. It was timed to
perfection and the servant gasped and groaned and fucked her faster still
till he lost control. Groaning, he pulled out of her and exploded, jizz
shooting from his cock-head and spattering her buttocks and back and thighs.
He squeezed his cock dry, whipping against her buttocks and anus and cunt
and then entered her slit again. Beneath him Anuja moaned and gasped as he
fed his cock back into her cunt. Jayant pressed the fade-out button just as
the tape began to run out.
= o =
Jayant is raging with lust. He rips off his clothes and flings himself at
her. Anuja gasps softly, dreamily and moans as his cock surges into her cunt
without further ado. She arches steeply under him, whimpering her joy,
moaning obscene encouragement as his cock rocks in and out of her flesh.
Jayant gasps, his body sticky with the seed of his servants off her flesh
and arches his head and closes his eyes. His mind fills with the wonderful,
erotic scenes he has filmed over the weekend, those incredible scenes of his
lovely cousin fucking the servants, fucking them and fucking them and
fucking them.
Beneath him, Anuja's cries get sharper and higher and he groans, thrusting
greedily into her cunt, desperate for release, all else forgotten, there is
nothing and no one else now, just the two of them, no one else, not the
servants, not anyone, not even, not even yet his fiancee, Vaishali, no, not
her, her least of all, it is a fear he would like now to forget, at least
for now, for now.
-- END OF CHAPTER 13 --
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