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PENTAPRISM : Chapter 14 : Wild At Heart
by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>
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Not that Vaishali was a spring chicken in matters sexual. Unknown to Anuja
and Jayant, she, too, had a rich and varied sex life, one that began in her
early teens with a house-servant, Raju, and continued without respite
through the years.
At sixteen, Vaishali was a knockout. She was slender and tall and fair, with
a stunning figure and a truly beautiful face. She was easily the sexiest,
prettiest girl in the whole school. Her hair was long and silky and hung
down to her waist in a glossy sheen when she left it open or made it into
one long, bouncing pony tail. Her neck was exquisite, a tall column of
superb slimness and her face was extraordinarily delicate, poised atop the
column of her neck with a perfectly poised tilt. Her mouth was sensual, with
a full, straight lower lip and a slim, bowed upper one. Her teeth were
pearly and even. She had high cheekbones and a fine, straight nose. Her ears
were superbly shaped and nicely lobed. She had a wide, clear brow, naturally
shaped eyebrows, and her eyes were devastating: doe like, almond shaped,
dark and fiery when she was in heat, soft and warm in the afterglow of an
orgasm. The lashes were long and beautifully curved. Lined with *kohl* her
eyes were bewitching. She had a curiously husky, slightly sibilant and
utterly erotic tone to her natural voice, so that she seemed to be inviting
sex even during a perfectly normal conversation. Her skin was clear as
satin, utterly unflawed, smooth and fair and creamy, not one blemish on it
anywhere.
Her body matched the pulchritude of her face. Her arms and legs were long
and smoothly turned with slim wrists and ankles and shapely, elegant hands
and feet, the fingers long and exquisite. She was fond of gold and diamond
jewellery and wore a lot of it: earrings, toe rings, anklets, bracelets, a
small nose stud in the left nostril, necklaces that were long and dangling,
waist girdles. It looked very, very sexy on her. Her neck sloped to perfect
breasts, full and firm, sloping, with the upper sides curved like a ski
slope, the lower side full, bracing the upper. Her nipples were very long,
the aureoles small and dark. Beneath, her body narrowed sharply to a
wasplike, coke-bottle waist and then her hips flared smoothly and without an
ounce of fat on her to stunning legs, superbly formed and shaped. Her belly
was firm and flat, the butt taut and firm. She had a natural hip-swinging
walk. When she entered the pool, even in a one piece suit, most of the guys
dived underwater to hide their monstrous erections. And on the days when
they made class trips out of town, to a beach, and she turned up in a bikini
that bordered on the outrageous the boys nearly creamed at the mere sight of
her. She knew the effect she had on them, and she played it for all it was
worth. She had no dearth of admirers: with a face and body and personality
like hers, she drew them like moths to a flame.
But she ignored them all. To her, one who had her pick of lovers among the
sturdy servants, all real *men* who knew how to fuck a woman till she was a
mass of moaning, sweating, writhing, ecstatic flesh, these callow youths
were of no interest. of them all. She came from an extremely wealthy family
and enjoyed all the advantages of wealth. She had motor cars at her disposal
and an army of servants and whatever she wanted she got. That the world saw.
Just how much of it she got from the house servants no one suspected.
As time wore on, she realised that nothing else mattered to her quite as
much as sex. She loved it and craved it and couldn't live without it. She
would do anything for a fuck.
Already, within a few months of Raju fucking her, Vaishali was very nearly
the whore of neighbourhood for all the servants. Long lines formed in her
house when her parents were away as she took them all, one by one, enjoying
each without reserve. It was getting out of hand and Raju began to regulate
it, drawing lots and setting up schedules so that she had no more two or
three a night. That way, he explained, everyone was happy, everyone was
satisfied. And by keeping her exclusive, he made a killing. Raju became her
pimp.
He soon discovered that there was nearly as much money to be made from
allowing guys to watch her fuck other guys. Voyeurism was a neglected sexual
activity. Raju saw no reason whatever to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Those who couldn't afford to fuck her, for want of money or inclination,
were welcome to take their pleasure in watching her.
It happened that Raju's rather randy fifteen-year old nephew, Pankaj, came
to visit for a fortnight. He was a tall, strong, strapping lad, and Raju
noticed Vaishali eyeing him and, grinning to himself, resolved to induct the
lad into manhood before he went back to his hometown. But things had to be
handled right. A poor start with a broad like her and a guy might get warped
for life with quite the wrong ideas about women and how to handle them. He
would have to gift-wrap it nicely. He kept Pankaj away from Vaishali's
antics and gave no chance for the lad to find out.
But things don't always happen as they should.
Late one night, the teenager woke from his sleep, curiously restless. He
stole out of the little room behind the kitchen which he shared with Raju;
his uncle wasn't around and the house seemed silent and deserted. It was a
close, still night and he silently opened a door and stepped out for a
breath of air.
Outside, the sprawling, slightly decrepit house was quiet and dark, silently
slumbering. He looked around and saw the lone light that shone from the
window of the servants' quarters in the outhouse to one side of the
property. He was puzzled. The outhouse itself was enormous and that
particular window looked out of a room that was unoccupied. He had it
explored it recently. The servants either lived away or in the house now,
like Raju. Pankaj had explored the room. It had a minimal amount of
furniture, a bed, two chairs, a long mirror, one steel cupboard and
quantities of junk that no one had ever thought of throwing away but that
Raju had assured him he could spirit away. No one would ever know. No one
cared.
Something jangled in his head. He looked at the gate. It was slightly ajar,
the padlock undone. The guards' cabin was empty. The silly fellow must be
asleep, or off for a piss. Raju was always complaining. He felt his scalp
tingle; the open gate; that light in the otherwise deserted room ...
Pankaj padded stealthily across the grounds, got to the outhouse and crept
up to the flight of external concrete stairs that led to the room on the
first floor. He peered around the corner of the solid balustrade and, just
then, the door was flung open. Pankaj ducked back out of sight, his heart
pounding in his head.
He heard a man grunt, laugh. He peered around again. A tall, vaguely
familiar figure stepped out of the room onto the open landing and went over
to the balustrade. Pankaj saw the man stretch both hands between his legs
and then heard the loud sizzle and splash as he urinated over the far edge.
"Hey motherfuckers! Wait for me!" he heard the man call.
There was an answering guffaw from the room. "C'mon, you sonofabitch! Hurry
up! Can't think of anything else to do with your prick?"
The man grunted, chuckled. Pankaj saw him shake his cock and turn around,
going back into the room, slamming the door shut.
Pankaj stole silently up the stairs. They ended in a small landing. There
was a door to the room which opened out onto the landing, and a large window
beside it. The room was the furthest away from the main house, with nothing
else close. The other servants' rooms had a separate, joint access.
Pankaj got to the landing and bent low, flat against the wall beside the
door. It was firmly shut. The window was beyond. He ducked low and crept
towards the window sill. The window was ajar.
He heard a voice. Two voices. And another, and a fourth. Oh god! He froze in
shock. One voice he recognised. Vaishali. Lovely Vaishali, about whom he had
all those wonderful dreams, with whom he was so desperately in love, who
looked like a film star, whom he wanted to marry and cherish and life
happily ever after with ...
And another voice now, no, two, no, three, all male, chuckling, calling,
cheering and hooting loudly. Kneeling under the window, Pankaj cautiously
raised his head over the sill, and looked inside.
He thought his heart had stopped beating. The sight that met his eyes took
his breath away, then sent his pulse hammering in his head, and instantly,
his cock was hard and erect, straining at his cheap cotton shorts. At the
same time, his jaw dropped open in shock, and he felt a sudden, sharp,
painful knot hit his belly, as though he had been hammered in the solar
plexus.
Vaishali was in the room all right. And she was with three men. He knew them
all. They were the guard, the family chauffeur, and one of the servants.
And, by the corner, grinning, watching, licking his finger and counting a
wad of banknotes, his uncle, Raju.
Bahadur, the handsome guard who had deserted his post, was a short, sturdily
built young man. He was fair-skinned and good-looking and obviously
powerfully muscled. Pankaj could see that, even through the thick *khaki*
uniform he still wore. He was clean-shaven, with the slightly Slavic
features of the hillsmen of the north. His eyes were slightly slanting,
small and long, with the characteristic epicanthic fold to them. He had high
cheekbones and hollowed cheeks that gave his youthfulness an unexpected
machismo. His ears were flat against his head, and his hair was long, swept
back, jet black. He had a slightly stubby nose and a wide, lean mouth. His
body was obviously strong, with broad shoulders, a curved, hard chest, a
firm belly, narrow hips and taut buttocks. His legs in the figure hugging
trousers were strong and muscled. His butt was actually very small, very
firm. He wore a short-sleeved khaki shirt with epaulets and twin breast
pockets, a broad black leather belt, tight trousers and heavy black shoes.
Pankaj could see that his forearms were thick and hairless and corded with
muscles, that his biceps bulged powerfully in huge swelling bunches of
strength. A whistle on a matching cord was looped through one epaulet under
his arm. He was the man who had stepped out for a piss earlier. Now he stood
at the rear of the room, a big grin splitting his face, showing very even,
white teeth.
There was a mid-sized bed with a bare mattress on it, no sheets, no pillows.
On the bed was Yaqub, the driver, leaning against the wall. He was a
handsome devil, a dark, good-looking Muslim, tall and well-built. He had a
square-jawed, angular face, with a hooked nose, thick brows, and deep-set,
dark eyes. His cheeks, too, were hollowed, and his face was weather-beaten
and tough. His lips were slim. He sported a slight mustache. His face looked
utterly macho, slightly cruel, very, very tough, not a man to cross lightly.
His shoulders were wide and powerful, the chest was hard, deep, curved and
cleaved, the arms were thick and bulging, the forearms veined and thick, the
hands broad and strong. His belly was hard and flat, his hips were small,
and his legs were long and powerful. His torso was smoothly dark, hairless.
His arms were stretched along the headboard, and he was clad in a *lungi*
and a sleeveless vest. There was a grin on his face. Pankaj knew he had been
with the family for years and years. Pankaj liked him -- he had taken Pankaj
for rides in the car once or twice.
The third man was Ramdev, one of the servants of the household. He was a
dark man, like Yaqub much older than Vaishali, not as good-looking as the
other two, but certainly well-built. He wasn't very tall, and his features
were slightly fleshy, the nose a tad too thick, the mouth a shade too
fleshy, the eyes a bit too small. But he, too, was well built, with broad
shoulders, a solid chest and hard belly, small buttocks and muscular legs.
He wore a pair of baggy short pants and a half-sleeved vest, and he was
seated on a rickety wooden chair, the chair turned around under him, his
arms folded along the backrest.
They were all looking at Vaishali, and Pankaj himself could barely keep his
eyes off her. She was outrageously dressed, in some sort of *houri*
ensemble. Her long hair was parted in the centre and braided, the braid
ending in tassels that hung down her back. There was a touch of *kajal*
rimming her eyes, but no other makeup. She wore an upper garment, if it
could be called that, which was really a sequined, shiny strapless
brassiere. It was knotted at the back, and it was very narrow and tight. It
barely covered her bulging breasts, which were squeezed taut by the sheer
tightness of it to make a devastatingly deep cleavage. It was of some filmy
material, and from the nipples there hung tassels.
Beneath, she wore a long, ankle length skirt of diaphanous muslin that was
slashed up to either hip. She had worn it very, very low front and back,
high on her hips so that it swooped down to her cunt from both hips. Under
it there seemed to be an even more transparent garment, and Pankaj could
even see a flash of the dark thatch between her thighs. Most of her superbly
curved body was exposed, her back almost entirely bare. She had on a gold
girdle, a small diamond nose-stud, gold and diamond earrings,
diamond-studded gold bangles, gold, silver and diamond finger rings, silver
toe rings on one toe of either foot, and sexy silver anklets that dipped
low, and a long gold necklace. She looked stunning.
Yaqub said with a grin. "Hey guys, let's have a little song-and-dance ...
the bump-and-grind type!"
He punched the play button of a rickety two-in-one tape recorder on the
floor beside the bed. Music from a cabaret number from one of the latest
Hindi films crackled out of the speakers. The beat was prominent,
unmistakably sexual in its insistent, driving quality. The vocals were
explicit and lewd.
Vaishali grinned at the men.
Pankaj felt his bile rise. She, his goddess, his heart, his love, a slut!
She was going to dance for them, like a common tramp, for her servants! He
stared at her, horrified, sickened, betrayed, yet equally aroused.
Vaishali struck a pose for a second, drawing the attention of all the men to
herself. She stood with her hands on her hips, her shoulders slightly
hunched, her breasts squeezed even deeper together. She tilted her face up,
her lips parting slowly, lasciviously, and then her tongue slid out and ran
sexily over her upper lip. Yaqub chuckled, Ramdev grinned, Bahadur gasped.
She began to move, slowly at first, yet in time to the music. Her hands slid
up her body, the palms flat, fingers spread, over her belly then higher,
higher, over her breasts, pausing, her breasts cupped. She rolled her
breasts in her hands, rolling her shoulders as, in the vernacular, the music
warbled ... *take me, take me please* ... in a plaintive moan. She began to
mouth the words of the song. Again she rolled her palms over her breasts,
moving them slightly out of synch, round and round, then slowly squeezing
the fleshy mounds together. Her hands rose higher still, up her long neck
and over her face, rising, rising, rising, till her arms were outstretched
over her head, the hands twirling delicately, with infinite grace, the
bangles tinkling. She flung her head back between her arms, shuffled her
legs apart and bent her knees slightly. Her hips began to gyrate, grinding
round and round, pumping and thrusting in a flagrantly, obviously sexual
motion and now she moaned, a low, husky, utterly sexy lovecall. Her hip
thrusting grew more frantic, more urgent and she began to arch back
smoothly, bending steeply. Now her hip movements were joined by a jiggling
of her breasts, thrusting and pumping them, bent over backwards in a steep
arch, her body curved, exposed.
Abruptly she snapped out of it and began to dance, gyrating to the music,
mouthing the utterly suggestive words, her eyes flashing and her mouth
agape, sensual, devastatingly sexy. She flicked her hair with the back of
her hands, squeezed her breasts, jiggled them and pumped her hips, kicked
her legs, twirling and dancing, pirouetting and gliding, her hands and legs
and feet and hand moving with surety and grace, her jewellery tinkling. Her
face grew flushed with the exertions and her body began to shine with sweat.
While Ramdev and Yaqub were now grinning from ear to ear, Bahadur was
gasping, staring pop-eyed at her.
"Hey, Bahadur, what did we tell you?" Ramdev said, "Isn't she a real whore?"
At the words, Vaishali blew Bahadur a kiss, and once again slid her tongue
over her upper lip in direct invitation to him. She shimmered away towards
Ramdev. Ramdev turned around in the chair. Swaying and gyrating, swinging
and thrusting her hips she went over and flung herself into Ramdev's lap,
flinging herself back. He held her with a strong dark arm behind her back,
grinning at her. She had her hands over her head still and now she flung
them around his neck and slowly, with exaggerated lasciviousness, tongued
his ear. Ramdev grunted. They kissed -- oh fuck, he was kissing her! -- and
she let him thrust his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, her butt
squirming on his lap. His hand slid up her smooth body and cupped a breast,
squeezed it, fondled it and instantly she was up again, rising and resuming
her dance. Now she moved across to Yaqub on the bed and, as he grinned from
ear to ear in delight, leaned over him, hunching her shoulders and squeezing
her breasts into even larger bunches, shaking them over his face. He kissed
the top of her breasts, her nipples under the tassels. His hand slid down
her back and caressed her buttock. Again she pulled away, teasing, taunting,
pouting, sulking, eyes flashing, mouth agape, inviting. She swayed and
pirouetted and kicked and jigged across the room, her actions getting faster
now as the tempo quickened.
Suddenly, she had whirled into Bahadur's arms, grabbed his face in her hands
and before he could respond, yanked his head to hers and kissed him hard and
deep, her tongue pressing into his mouth. She broke the kiss just as
suddenly and then she was slithering to her knees before him, clawing open
the buttons of his shirt, kissing his naked, hard, hairless torso and belly,
saying, in the local dialect, *I'll torment you in my love* ... the words of
the song. Bahadur started to fumble with the clasp of his trousers, but she
pranced away, laughing at him, taunting him. She was obviously very aroused
for her eyes were full of fire, and even at that distance, Pankaj could see
the lust on her face.
She went through a quick routine, getting onto her knees and miming an act
of sex with her riding a cock, bucking up and down, her legs spread, her
head flung back, moaning loudly over the song.
Then she slid onto her back, her legs spread, the knees raised and began to
writhe and thrash on the floor, her hips pumping and grinding as though
being fucked, in the throes of an orgasm, one hand on her breast, squeezing
it, the other splayed on her firm, flat belly, her fingertips under her
skirt, her hand making a lump in the skirt that moved suggestively,
erotically. She rolled over onto her front and, on all fours, began to mime
a rear-entry position, her head up, her breasts jiggling, the tassels from
the nipples swinging to and fro with her necklaces, her body jerking back
and forth as though before the thrusts of a man kneeling behind her and
taking her thus. As she stretched a hand down between her legs, fondling
herself through her skirts, Ramdev leaned over and plucked open the knot of
her bra-top. It fell open immediately and she squealed, feigning annoyance,
rising to her knees and then to her feet with her arm and hand covering her
breasts. The music continued and now she moved again, swirling around and as
Bahadur watched pop-eyed, she flicked away the bra, sending it spinning
across the room and her hands slid over her breasts, cupped them, weighed
them, offered them for a man to take his pleasure with, then her hands
linked behind her head and she jiggled her breasts like a tart at the men,
her nipples stiff and erect already. Bahadur tried to grab them, groaning
and gasping, but she laughed again and ducked and sped away across the room
to Yaqub. He held his arms wide to welcome her and they kissed again, and he
cupped her freed breasts now, flicking the erect nipples with his thumbs.
Vaishali's face arched up, a look of genuine pleasure crossing it, making
her look even lovelier when her lips parted slowly, her eyes closed and she
moaned softly. Yaqub bent his head and she gasped as his tongue swirled
around one nipple, then his lips followed closing on the visibly swollen and
turgid breast, sucking hard, letting go, sucking again. She clenched his
head and moaned.
He slid his hand up her skirt, lifting it up and exposing her ass. Bahadur
groaned aloud at the sight of her creamy lobes. She shook her bottom at
Bahadur, now looking over her shoulder at him, her lips parting, her tongue
sliding out again and running slowly over her upper lip. She thrust a hand
between her legs and now her buttocks split, and her moist, hair rimmed
cunt-lips were visible from behind and she was arching a finger up into her
twat, twisting it slowly, languorously. Yaqub grinned at the expression on
Bahadur's face and cupped her dangling breasts and squeezed them, fondling
them slowly, sucking on them some more. Bahadur's hand was deep in his
trousers now, squeezing and jerking his tool. He gaped at the sight of her
finger in her cunt, slowly sliding in, pulling out, sliding in, coming out
moist and shining. She withdrew it and, turning around as she got off the
bed, raised it in a sticky line up her body, between her heavy, succulent
breasts, up to her lips and sucked on it, twisting and rolling it in her
mouth, her lips pouting, cheeks hollowing, slowly pulling it out, her eyes
on Bahadur, smiling and glinting with excited mischief.
She began to sway again, closing her eyes, moving to the music, her hips
beginning to pump, her breasts jiggling, her hands on her hips, on her
belly, on her thighs, on her breasts, holding them.
Then she swirled away again, whirling around the stunned Bahadur and
spinning away before he could react to her sudden tongue in his ear, the
pressing of her breasts to his chest. Now she was flipping her skirts like a
can-can artist, kicking her legs, flashing glimpses of her hair-rimmed slit
and her creamy buttocks. She swung and swayed and sashayed over to Ramdev
and, still swaying and undulating, slithered to her knees before him. She
bent over his lap, her head turned to Bahadur and slid her hands up his
vest, rucking it up high under his arms, exposing his dark, solid, hairless
torso. Then she turned her face to his body, and her lips were on his belly
even as her fingers flicked open the buttons of his shorts and opened them
wide. She slid her hand in and Pankaj gasped when she withdrew his cock.
It was enormous, even though it was still limp, a good eight inches long and
correspondingly thick. Making sure that Bahadur could see her, Vaishali
began to masturbate her servant's cock, pumping her fist expertly. Then her
lips parted and her pointed tongue snaked out and swirled about the
cock-head and then her lips followed, engulfing the cock-head slowly, then
part of the shaft. Pankaj and Bahadur, at their respective positions,
watched her agog as her lips slowly, deliberately slowly, slid around his
cock-head. She began to suck him gently, lifting her head to use her tongue
on the cock-head. It began to harden and swell and Ramdev gasped, grunted,
grinned looking down at her and stretching his hands to fondle her breasts.
At last, she rose, almost with reluctance it seemed, lingering over the very
tip of his cock-head. Again she burst into action, moving sensuously around
Bahadur. This time he tried to grab her, but she was too quick and with a
tinkling laugh she was away, going over to Yaqub on the bed. As she went,
she flicked off the outer skirt and flung it wide with a high gesture. The
inner skirt was of the finest muslin and completely transparent, concealing
nothing.
Yaqub lifted his face as she leaned over his face and his tongue shot out,
swirling over her nipple, his hand gripping the other pendulant breast. She
gasped, her face arching back with a snap. He let her go and she swung one
slender, beautiful leg smoothly over his, and straddled his legs. She leaned
forward, sliding his vest up his body and then her lips were on his nipples,
sucking them one by one, then slithering lower, down his body even as she
opened the knot in his *lungi* and parted the folds of his cloth. Pankaj
gaped in awe, for his cock was even bigger than Ramdev's, thicker and
longer. She moaned softly and he took the enormous sausage in his hand and
began to stroke her face with it, masturbating at the same time. Her mouth
opened and quested for his cock, but he laughed at her, dodging her lips and
tongue, teasing her, laughing at her, mocking her.
His cock swelled swiftly and then she took it between her breasts, squeezing
them in a tight mound over his cock, letting him fuck her breasts. Her mouth
was avid, open, hungering for his penis and at last he relented and she was
almost sobbing with gratitude when she took him deep in her mouth and sucked
him hard. Her head bobbed furiously over his lap, his cock hard and
glistening, his hands behind her head, his hips bucking at her face as he
fucked it. He grunted in pleasure, his head tilted to one side, watching her
with a grin on his face.
At last she rose, a thin ribbon of pre-cum gunk clinging to her lips and
chin. She mopped it with her finger, licked it up and then she was away as
the music reached a crescendo, whirling furiously across the room to Ramdev
again, her naked body like a goddess', the jewellery tinkling and flashing
in the light.
She sat on Ramdev's lap, her legs spread outside his, his cock sticking up
between their legs and against her belly. She held it one hand and jerked
it, the other curling behind her around Ramdev's head, her face turned to
his. They kissed and he curved an arm around her and fondled her cunt, the
other squeezing her tit, pointed at Bahadur, tweaking her rigid nipple. Her
buttocks ground on his lap.
She got up and turned around on his lap, her arms about his shoulders,
kissing him hungrily and now the music died, and there was silence and only
the gasps of the men and Vaishali. Ramdev got up from the chair, holding her
with her legs wound about his hips, her arms around his shoulders and
carried her easily across the room to Yaqub.
He laid her down on her back on the bed, and instantly, her face tilted up,
her neck craned, between Yaqub's spread thighs and she took his cock in her
mouth. Yaqub gasped and closed his eyes, his head arching back. Ramdev bent
and began to suck on her breasts, one by one, teething the nipple, fondling
her body, scraping the nipple against his teeth, sucking on a succulent
mound, then the other, then squeezing both tight together and sucking on
both at once. She writhed under him. His mouth slid lower and her legs split
apart, the knees rising. Her hands were above her head on Yaqub's cock,
jerking it. Ramdev's mouth and head slid lower into her cunt, nuzzling the
downy pubic thatch that Pankaj wanted so much. Ramdev seemed to know it
intimately.
Outside the room, Pankaj was on his knees, masturbating, his heart pounding
in his chest, his breath hot, his eyes red. He wanted her, he wanted to take
her, he wanted her like this! No more the pristine, angelic woman he would
love and cherish. This, this was what he wanted. Vaishali. The whore.
Ramdev's head thrust between her legs and her legs rose to hook over his
shoulders, her hips grinding up to his head. Her hips shook and swayed and
his head rolled and he had his fingers at her cunt-lips, spreading them
wide, his thick tongue flickering rapidly at her clit, thrusting and
swirling and spiralling in and out, in and out, in and out of her.
"C'mon whore ... suck my cock! Suck it!" Yaqub gasped. He caressed her
fleshy breasts, squeezing and fondling them, pinching and tweaking the rigid
tips.
She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat as Ramdev licked her slit. Even
from that distance, Pankaj could see the moistness bedewing the dark folds
of her cunt.
The three on the bed broke apart and took new positions. This time, Vaishali
turned on all fours like the randy whoring bitch she was, and took Ramdev's
cock deep in her mouth. Her butt was thrust up at Yaqub and he grinned, his
cock up, its head against her belly and breasts, and parted the lobes of her
buttocks. She gasped, and lurched forward, Ramdev's cock sinking deeper into
her throat, and behind her, Yaqub swirled his tongue around her anus, then
bent lower and began to tongue-fuck her. Her buttocks swayed and shook and
writhed and swung from side to side in undulating her circles, her back
rising and dipping, her body taut and quivering, her breasts swinging
gently, the gold necklace brushing Yaqub's thighs, her tasseled plait
hanging over her shoulder.
"Mm ... Suck it hard, whore! Suck my cock! Harder!" Ramdev grunted, fucking
her face, his hands on her head, his hips grinding to and fro, to and fro.
Again they broke apart and now, for the first time, Pankaj saw a woman being
fucked. She got onto her back once more and took Yaqub's cock in her throat.
Her hips arched up, her legs spread and knees forked, and Ramdev knelt
between her thighs, his cock-head at her cunt-lips. She reached down for it,
guiding it to her hole. Pankaj watched, rivetted, as Ramdev, grinning from
ear to ear, slowly squeezed his bulging cock-head into her cunt. It slid in
and then he flexed his buttocks and pushed it deeper, slowly sliding all of
it into her, holding her hips. As it went in, Vaishali arched hard, crying
out loudly and lewdly and throatily. Yaqub chuckled and squeezed her
breasts, fucking her face. Her hands went up to his cock, then to her
breasts, then to her cunt, spreading her cunt lips open as Ramdev drove his
cock deep into her cunt.
They fucked her thus, and Pankaj moaned as he watched his beloved dreamgirl
make it with her servants -- two of them -- together. Her body bridged
theirs, and it was jerking and spasming as they took her relentlessly.
Yaqub's face was flung back and his hips were bucking and jerking, his cock
glistening and gleaming as it rocked in and out, in and out of her distended
face, her cheeks hollowing and billowing as she slurped loudly on it.
Between her trembling thighs, Ramdev was fucking her cunt hard, his head
flung back, wincing and gasping and grunting, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his hips swinging rapidly to and fro, to and fro, his enormous
cock shining with their comingled juices as it emerged and disappeared into
the hair-rimmed folds of her cunt.
It came out, rasped and spiralled in, came out, skewered her again, came
out, went in, thick and hard and dark and glorious, veins standing out
angrily down the shaft, his balls swinging against her cunt-lips, moving
faster and faster. Her body jerked and jigged, her breasts jiggling, her
necklace scooped about one swollen, turgid breast which Ramdev and Yaqub
fondled by turn, pinching and tweaking the rigid nipple. Her hips shuddered,
swung, rose, fell, gyrated, pumped, bucked and then she bent in a bow,
orgasming, her body shuddering taut and quivering. The men laughed, grinned,
and Yaqub squeezed her breasts hard, gasping and yanked out of her and came,
hard, shooting thick white gobs of jizz over her lips and cheeks and face
and breasts and neck. Seconds later, Ramdev jerked out of her and shook his
cock in his hand and exploded, too, his jizz spuming through the air and
settling on her creamy belly and thighs and breasts like sticky ticker tape.
The men moved away from her. Yaqub squeezed her breast, laughing at Bahadur.
Ramdev lit a cigarette, smirking. Bahadur was now masturbating openly, his
cock big and thick and hard. Pankaj saw that it was a fat, long prod, dark
and glistening with pre-cum gunk. Bahadur stood there, his tunic open, his
trousers off, frigging, his mouth open, panting and grunting. Pankaj's own
erection was massive, painful, his balls throbbing. He was excited and
repelled at once, but he would not afford himself an orgasm. Not yet. Wait.
"C'mon, pimp, fuck her," Yaqub said. "Good stuff. Hot. And her cunt's still
hungry for more! Fuck her hard, stud, show her your stuff!"
Bahadur chuckled in delight, beating his meat.
Vaishali lay there like a gutter slut, still gasping, her lovely body
covered with sweat and gunk. She caressed herself, running her fingers
through the sticky gobs of it, licking them, lifting her hand and fingers to
her mouth, trailing thick white streams on it, and lasciviously licking it
all.
It was an incredibly erotic sight. Pankaj narrowly resisted the temptation
to crash into the room and fling himself upon her, rape her repeatedly,
force himself into her, to hit her and suck on her breasts, to ramfuck her
mouth. The whore, the dirty little whore! Oh, he wanted her! How he wanted
her!
Vaishali swung off the bed and, smiling only at Bahadur now, moved across
the room to him. Standing before him, she weighed her gorgeous breasts in
her hands, lifted them high, squeezed them together, rolled them under her
palms. Her lips parted and her tongue slithered across her upper lip. A hand
on his chest. A finger trailing a sensuous line down his hard, lean,
V-shaped torso to his groin, her hands curling about his cock. At the same
time, her face inclined towards his. Her lips parted, met his. Fluttered
away, then came back. This time he responded, kissing her hungrily, and she
thrust her tongue into his mouth, her body pressing against his, rubbing his
cock against her belly. His hands slid up her body and over her breasts,
squeezing them hard, rolling and crushing the succulent mounds, making her
squirm and wince and gasp.
"Gutter-whore ... fucking slut ... bitch ... cunt!" the youth muttered in a
thick voice.
"Yes," she moaned. "I'm a whore ... your whore ... just yours ... for you to
fuck ... fuck me, baby ... just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
She bent her head and began to suck on his nipples, tonguing and teething
them, her hand busy between his legs, masturbating him. He grunted and
gasped, and her tongue swirled and rolled in circles, her head tilting first
this way and then that as she sucked on them by turn. He bent his head and
watched her, his mouth agape, his hand on her head, twisting his body to
give her better access to his nipple. Pankaj wanted it to be him. The
constantly resurfacing thought was sour and bitter, fueling his anger.
Vaishali was down on her knees before Bahadur now and, with her eyes raised
to his, watching his face, she held his cock in her hand and then her tongue
shot out and coiled serpentine over his enormous cock-head. Bahadur's breath
hissed in his throat and his belly sucked in sharply, his hips lurching, his
buttocks flexing. Her tongue hovered on his cock-head, then drew a line down
the under side of his throbbing shaft, swirled over his balls. She ducked
her head under the pendulous balls and slowly drew them into her mouth, one
by one, sucking gently. Bahadur gasped, his hands on her head, rocking back
on his feet, his head arching back with a look of wonder on his face.
Her head dipped lower and Bahadur realised her intention, and his legs
spread and he leaned forward a bit with his knees bending deeply. Vaishali
thrust her face steeply upward beneath him like a suckling calf and prised
apart the globes of his taut buttocks.
"OHHHHHHH!" the man gasped as her tongue swirled out and at his anus. Her
face pressed it deeply, her mouth wide, her tongue flickering and rolling
and roiling and swirling and Bahadur's hips trembled with delight. He began
to jerk his cock hard.
She realised and at once straightened before him and took the cock from him.
This time, she took him deep in her mouth and Bahadur cried out, his head
snapping back.
"AHHHHHHH ... uhhhh ... AHHHHHH!" he cried.
His hand went behind her head, entwining in her long, thick plait, curling
about her neck and jerking it forward to his hips. His knees bent and he
began to ram-fuck her mouth. She expected it, and took it smoothly and
without effort, sucking him hard and quick with her head rocking rapidly to
and fro, back and forth, to and fro, back and forth, her cheeks billowing
and hollowing, her face distended and distorted, his cock running deep into
her mouth. The fucking of her face was exciting her, for one hand was on her
breasts, mauling them in excitement, the other between her legs.
"OHHHHHhh uhhhh OHHHhhh uhhh ... Suck it hard, bitch! Suck it hard!" he
gasped.
Her horniness could be denied no longer. She flung herself onto her back on
the floor, panting and gasping, her fingers and lips shining with his precum
gunk and jerked him down with her.
"C'mon, Bahadur," she gasped, "now lick my slit!"
He was in a frenzy and she gasped and cried out as he sucked her breasts
hard, biting her nipples, sucking hard, scraping them against his teeth,
squeezing them together and taking both in at once, making a deep cleavage.
Then he slid down and her legs forked and arched over his shoulders and she
clawed her cunt-lips open for him. Bahadur thrust his face between her legs
and Vaishali's body arched in a steep bow, her head flying back, her hands
on his head, her fingers clenching his hair.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, "OHHH ... UNHHHH ... OHHHH ... OHHHHHHH ...
uhhhhhh ... ahh uhhh yes uhhhhh uhhhhh ahh uhhh yes uhhhh!"
He tongue-fucked her hard and quickly, his head rolling from side to side,
her hips bucking at his face, her shoulders hunched, her breasts bunched
together. She moaned and hissed, her head flipping from side to side in
unfaked ecstasy, her hips grinding up at his face, writhing and rolling
under him.
Feverish with lust now, the slut tugged him up and kissed him hard, biting
his lip, his shoulder, jerking his tunic off his shoulders, clenching his
back as he moved between her legs and fumbled for her cunt with his cock.
She spread her legs wide on either side of his lean hips, lifting her knees,
her feet on the backs of his knees, and then reached down, guiding his cock
to her opening. He found it and surged deep into her with a cry.
"AHHHHHHUHHHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned, ramming deep into her.
"UNHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHH!" she cried, clawing at him and arching in a fierce
bow beneath him. Her legs climbed up his back, her hands fell wide ... and
her fingers closed on the whistle and cord that had hung from his epaulet.
Bahadur was ram-fucking her desperately, his hips rising and falling,
plunging and pistoning, hammering back and forth with all the subtlety of a
sledgehammer. His mighty cock thundered in and out, in and out, reaming and
ramming and slamming and jamming and squeezing into her, rivening her
cunt-lips wide open, rising and bucking and bouncing up and down, up and
down, up and down, faster and faster, harder and deeper, buttocks flexing
and unflexing. She was responding in kind, heaving and bucking in a frenzy
under him, her head arched back, crying out constantly, tendons popping in
her neck, her face flushed, her body jiggling her breasts jiggling, the gold
necklace tossing on her flesh. Her frenzied fingers clawed at him, and then
slid down to his buttocks, clenching them, tugging them open and then, as
Pankaj watched thunderstruck, she shoved the thick cord of the whistle into
Bahadur's anus, at the same time heaving her hips up to his and jerking his
butt down to force his cock deep into her cunt.
Bahadur reacted as though an electric prod had been stuck up his arse. He
bellowed and gasped, his head arching back, his hips lunging down in a
mighty, rushing thrust that drove the breath from her. He quivered inside
her, tense and taut, and she moaned, and began to move the cord, drawing it
out, then shoving it back in, drawing it out again. He went wild, and began
to slam his hips up and down, his muscles popping and cording, his body
streaming with sweat, and she began to orgasm under him, gasping and mewing
and crying out and lurching up to him. He crashed into her and she sensed
his orgasm and suddenly jerked the cord out of his anus. Bahadur cried out
and his body shook with tension and then he jerked out of her and his cock
spat its load, shooting thick gobs of jizz all over her belly and breasts
and thighs.
It was relentless and, for Pankaj, devastating. She seemed to be insatiable,
a nymphomaniac of the kind that he had only fantasised about, never
imagining he would actually know one. She could not seem to get enough of
it, no matter what they did to her.
After Bahadur had done with her, Vaishali moved back to the bed, and now she
seemed to be moving in some erotic trance. There, Yaqub and Ramdev took her
together again, this time with Ramdev fucking her from behind while she
knelt on all fours like a bitch in heat, and Yaqub fucked her face. They
took their time over it, calling her whore and slut and cunt and bitch,
taunting her, treating her like they might a two-bit slut in a cheap
brothel, and she seemed to love it, moaning and gasping and panting, rocking
on her hands and knees between them, reaching back for Ramdev's cock, her
avid mouth sucking Yaqub non-stop. Her breasts looked swollen and heavy and
the nipples were rock-hard. Then Bahadur came across, recovered, his cock
hardening again, and now she had all three men together. She turned and took
Bahadur's cock in her mouth while Yaqub took her from behind and Ramdev got
onto his back under her and began to suck and fondle her pendulous breasts.
Her hand was on his cock, pumping it rapidly, and all three of the men thus
took her, their cocks big and hot and angry and wanting only her.
Yaqub suddenly called to Ramdev. "Wanna fuck her ass, cock?"
Ramdev grinned and nodded. Pankaj moaned in despair. Numbly, he stared into
the room, uncaring, unseeing, his mind blank as though it had been
pulverized.
Inside, Vaishali was in the throes of ecstasy. She lay on her side with
Yaqub behind her. He reached around and gripped her breasts, crushing them,
kissing her turned face, his cock pressing into the cleft between her smooth
buttocks.
"I want your ass, whore," he said in the vernacular.
Her leg rose high and back over his and he parted the lobes of her buttocks
and pressed his bulging cock-head to her anus. She tensed, and he paused,
reached around to finger her cunt. Her sphincter yielded and she gasped in
joy.
Instantly, he pressed forward and gasped in shock at the heat of her ass.
Her face jerked up, screwing up hard in agonised lust, her mouth tearing
open. Her cry was loud and shrill and high. He lifted her buttock and thigh
in his hand, gritted his teeth, flexed his taut buttocks and surged
powerfully into her with a shuddering cry. She screamed louder, a thin cry
that rang in Pankaj's ears. Yaqub held still inside her, his cock buried
deep, his hands squeezing her swollen breasts. Her voice dwindled to a
sobbing moan of unmistakable lust.
And then Ramdev. God, no. Not together! Pankaj felt dizzy just watching
them. Ramdev lay down in front of her and then his cock-head was at her
cunt-lips, forcing them open and slowly squeezing into her cunt-channel.
Vaishali cried out in shock and agony, her twin orifices plugged by the huge
cocks and separated by the merest membrane of flesh.
Her cries metamorphosed into loud, shuddering moans as her two servants took
her expertly, fucking and buggering her together, their bodies rocking
against hers in unison, forcing their cocks into her cunt and anus as one.
Vaishali rocked and moaned between them as the bloated penises sawed
rhythmically in and out of her cunt and ass. Then, gentle now, they
repositioned themselves, with Yaqub on his back, Vaishali over him, her
asshole impaled on his penis and Ramdev kneeling between her thighs, raiding
her cunt. Her mouth opened and instantly Bahadur was there, and she
spluttered and gasped, and then began to suck hard as he fucked her face and
then there were all three of them, fucking the one teenage girl like a
two-bit slut, in unison, her every orifice plugged.
They took her again, one by one, Bahadur fucking her slowly from behind,
after she had sucked him, holding her hips and banging his hips against her
buttocks, making her moan and rock to and fro, her breasts swinging. Then
Ramdev took her on her back, twisting and spiralling into her, going on and
on and on, and then it was Yaqub, impaling her cunt on his dick and bouncing
her, her cries pathetic little whimpers of lust as he fondled her swollen,
angry breasts, the marks of their fingers on them in angry weals, holding
her buttocks and fingering her anus, making her gasp, then yanking her down
and sucking on her breasts, hard, making her scream and moan and gasp.
Pankaj's cock burst and he came, splattering his spoot all over the wall and
the window sill. Moaning, he collapsed on the steps in a daze. He could not
believe what he had seen. He must have been dreaming. Dazed, he looked in
again. Vaishali lay whimpering, spent, on her side, curled up and yet there
was a look of such slavish desire on her lips that Pankaj knew that she had
wanted every bit of it, that she had enjoyed it all. Pankaj moaned softly
and felt the hot tears sting his scalded eyes.
= o =
The tangled webs of life kept Vaishali oblivious of Jayant's relationship
with Anuja; and the thought of having to uncover the truth and
simultaneously abandon her cherished love life filled her with the same
dread as him. When, finally, the truth inevitably was out, Vaishali revelled
in her regained sexual freedom ...
Mukesh, the new servant, was at the end of his tether. Vaishali was driving
him mad with lust. All morning, she had teased him constantly. She did it in
a hundred different ways, each apparently innocent; brushing her hand
against his thigh, her buttocks across his crotch, pressing a breast to his
arm, getting unwontedly close to his body. Once it might have been a
mistake, twice, carelessness; but then she kept doing it, too often for it
to be mere coincidence. When he saw her face and the smouldering fire in her
eyes, the animal flaring of her nostrils, her intention was plain. She
wanted him to fuck her. He kept hoping as the day dragged on -- it never
happened. She continued to torment him. It was driving him crazy. Alone in
the kitchen with her now, he looked at her and fought to quell his raging
excitement.
Vaishali exuded a soft sexuality and she knew it. Her skin was clear as
satin, utterly unflawed, smooth and fair and creamy. She was slender and
lovely, with finely chiselled features, lovely dark, doe-like eyes rimmed
with *kajal*, a slim, straight nose and full lips over perfect, even teeth.
She wore a long black and gold *mangalsutra* and a gold necklace around her
long necklace. Her sloping breasts were full and high and ripe like
succulent fruit. Her belly was flat, her waist narrow and she had
bell-shaped hips, elegant legs and arms with slender ankles and wrists. Her
hair was bound in a long, low braid that hung to the curves of her gently
rounded buttocks. She wore a small *bindi* in the centre of her forehead
with a touch of red in her parting, delicate diamond earrings, a gold
bracelet and diamond rings on her second and third fingers. Her hands and
feet were slender and graceful. She wore silver rings on her toes and sexy
silver anklets with tiny bells that looped over her slender ankles
erotically.
He couldn't take his eyes of her breasts. She wore a simple *sari* in
synthetic fibre with a tight, close-cut blouse. The blouse had a plunging
scoop neck that rode low on her shoulders. It showed most of her upper torso
and, through the translucent fabric of the pale *sari*, gave him an
unimpeded view of the invitingly deep shadow of her cleavage and the
swelling of her luscious breasts squeezed together by the tight blouse. The
gold necklace and long *mangalsutra* glistened against her creamy skin. The
blouse was cut short and high, the lower hem running hard under her breasts
which jutted provocatively over her flat belly. She wore her *sari* very low
on her hips, well below her navel, and he could see a long expanse of the
smooth, unblemished flesh of her midriff. Mukesh didn't know it but she was
naked under the blouse and the *sari*, without even a petticoat -- she had
perfected the technique of wearing *sari*s like this, so that with the
slightest tug, they unravelled at once.
Mukesh was dark and lean and good-looking with a square-jawed, strong-nosed
face, a slim mouth, deep-set, dark eyes, and a hard, muscular body. He was
dressed only in baggy shorts and a close-fitting cotton vest that showed off
the contours of his muscular body and the cleft in his chest. His torso was
hairless, which she found sexy. She had never liked hairy men, though she
had fucked her share of them. He was doing the dishes while she prepared
dinner.
She glanced at the kitchen clock. She would have to hurry. If she was going
to fuck Mukesh, she'd have to do it now. Jayant would be home in another
hour. She smiled to herself; time enough for a good fuck with this new
servant. He was her first conquest after she married Jayant. With the air
clear between them, there was no reason to force on herself a continence she
did not want.
Vaishali knew he was watching her as she kneaded the dough for the
chappatis, the wafer-thin discs of unleavened bread. It was hard work, and
her shoulders hunched and her breasts squeezed together as she deftly
knuckled the soft mass of dough. She saw him glance at her and saw his eyes
glitter as he watched her breasts move under her *pallu*. She flicked her
eyes down and saw the promising bulge between his thighs.
She smiled to herself. Not long now. She rose slightly on her feet, pressing
down hard on the dough, her arms stretched, her shoulders hunched and, as
she had planned, the *pallu* of her *sari* slid off her shoulder. It fell
down to the shallow steel plate in which she had the ball of dough and
exposed her breasts and cleavage. She made no move to raise it. She heard
his sharp intake of breath and hid a smile.
There was a steel tumbler of water for the dough by the plate. She reached
for it and, accidentally-on-purpose, knocked it off the counter. It clanged
to the floor and she clucked in mock irritation. Abandoning the dough, she
turned and bent steeply from the waist to retrieve it, the *sari* still off
her shoulder. She was facing him when she bent over and Mukesh saw her full
breasts bunch and swing. Her *mangalsutra* was squeezed between the luscious
mounds. He was only inches from her body.
Mukesh's loins blazed with the pent-up lust-heat of the day. The sight of
her breasts in such close proximity was too much to bear. He wanted to take
them in his hands, to drive his cock into her mouth, into her cunt, into her
... anus ... God, he could even smell her, she was so close, a clean and
sexy-sweet intensely erotic aroma of her body and soap and soft perfume. He
lost control. With a strangled cry, he bent forward and thrust his wet hands
deep down the neck of her blouse, groping and crushing her breasts.
He expected her to shout, scream, squeal, struggle free, anything. Mad with
lust, he would have raped her there and then. Her reaction stunned him.
She stopped, one hand on the tumbler, still bent over and looked up at him.
His mind jerked in surprise as he realised that her nipples were hard and
her breasts were swelling to turgidity in his hands. She tilted her lovely
face up and a gentle smile lit her eyes and her teeth flashed. He froze
incredulously. She let the tumbler go and her lips parted and he saw her
eyes shining with excitement. Her tongue peeked between her lips.
She did more. Hunching her shoulders, she squeezed her breasts into his
hands. In an utterly wanton, lascivious motion, she rocked gently back and
forth, rubbing her nipples against his palms. He gasped and, quickly,
squeezed them. Her face spasmed with unfaked pleasure. A slow grin creased
his face. He rolled her rigid nipples under his callused palms. She gasped
softly.
Vaishali slid to her knees slowly with his hands still inside her blouse.
Instantly, he understood what was going to happen. He straightened. She bent
her face towards his crotch and slid her hands up his strong thighs. He
looked down, still reeling in disbelief. Her face moved closer to his groin
and she nuzzled his crotch gently. Her lips parted delicately, and he gasped
in shock as he felt her warm breath and fiery tongue probing at his
cock-head through the thick cloth of his shorts.
"I've caused you trouble, haven't I, Mukesh?" she murmured softly, her voice
low.
He stared at her, half-grin, still dumbfounded. Her eyes sparkled in
delight.
"Don't worry," she murmured. "I know the solution."
She flicked open the buttons of his shorts and fly and peeled them open. His
erect cock bounced out at her face, throbbing, dark-veined, already dripping
with pre-cum gunk. It was at least nine inches long and more than two inches
thick. Angry veins ridged the thick shaft. His balls were heavy and low. She
took her servant's penis in her fingers and began to masturbate him. It
throbbed and pulsed alive. Mukesh groaned softly and thrust his hips at her
face.
"Suck it! Suck it, whore! Quickly!" he grunted.
Pumping his shaft in her slender fingers, she rolled back the foreskin and,
opening her mouth, swirled her tongue about his thick cock-head. Mukesh
gasped at the electric touch of her tongue on his erection. Her tongue swept
over it with a flickering serpentine action, and then she slid her lips and
teeth up and down his shaft, raking it gently. Pursing her lips on her
servant's cock-head, she slowly drew his penis between her lips and began to
suck on the tip of his cock. He moaned thickly. Gently, she drew his penis
deeper into her mouth, her lips parting further, her cheeks hollowing, then
filling with his size as it distended her face, still jerking him in her
fist. He hissed in pleasure and lifted his vest up under his arms, caressing
his torso sensuously. His hairless chest was deep and muscular. Slowly, she
flipped open the buttons of her blouse, immensely aroused.
"Mukesh," she mumbled, "fuck my mouth ... please."
Mukesh groaned loudly, his pulse racing, the blood pounding in his head.
Bending his head, he watched, incredulous, as she sucked his cock with a
visible hunger, fondling her breasts wantonly, just like the sluts he'd
fucked. Only she was prettier than the best of them.
"Yes!" he gasped. "Suck it, whore! Suck it hard!"
Vaishali moaned deep in her cock-filled throat. This was like the good old
days, when rough-mannered man used her body, bending her to their desire.
She loved the taste and smell of his cock in her mouth as he fucked her
face, pumping his hips rhythmically, fucking her face with long, easy
strokes, moving his glistening cock in and out of her mouth. Savouring the
sensations of her mouth, Mukesh caressed her face and breasts, crushing them
in his hands.
"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore ... suck it! Ohhh uhhh yes ... c'mon!
Harder!"
Growing more aroused with each passing second that she sucked his cock,
goaded by his lewd love-calls, she tugged at her *sari* and let it fall
loose. It rustled off her body and he stared in wonder and delight at her
nakedness as she thrust her hand into her crotch and began to masturbate.
Without letting his penis out of her mouth, she opened her blouse fully and
drew it off her shoulders. Her nipples were rock-hard under his palms.
Moaning and whimpering erotically, Vaishali caressed her face and breasts
with his cock, lifting her head and rising on her knees, wantonly kissing
and licking his hard, flat belly, sweeping her tongue through his recessed
navel. Squeezing her swollen breasts over his penis she let him fuck them,
bending her head to suck and lick at the cock-head. She caressed his balls
and lifted her long *mangalsutra* and scraped the hard beads up and down his
shaft. He groaned and pushed her head back down, thrusting his hips forward,
forcing his cock back deep into her mouth.
"C'mon whore! Suck harder!" he cried, rocking her face rapidly back and
forth with one hand, his hips pumping, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.
His cock throbbed in her mouth and under her tongue. She sucked and licked
it lasciviously. Pre-cum gunk spurted from the long slit in its tip and she
moaned, jerking his cock rapidly, opening her mouth under it, letting him
see his pre-cum jizz spurt into her mouth and spatter her face and naked
breasts.
"C'mon!" she moaned. "Cum in my mouth, Mukesh!"
But the young servant had sufficient experience to resist the undeniable
temptation. Gasping, he pushed her head away. Vaishali moaned softly and
went down on her back on the kitchen floor and spread her legs, bending her
knees and thrusting her cunt up to him in invitation.
"Come on, lover ... fuck me," she murmured obscenely. "Shove your cock into
my cunt!"
In Hindi, her words were even more erotic and obscene. In his excitement, he
didn't pause to wonder where she'd learned to do such things, to talk like
this.
Chuckling in pleasure, panting heavily, he knelt between her splayed thighs.
His vest was rucked up in a taut band about his chest as he bent over her
naked body on outstretched arms. His cock-head seared at her cunt-lips. Her
hand went down between their bodies to his cock, guiding him to her
cunt-hole.
"Yes!" she hissed feverishly. "C'mon! Do it! I want it! Fuck me! Fuck me
Mukesh! I want your cock!"
Mukesh groaned and slowly flexed his buttocks and sank his hips, squeezing
his penis into her cunt. His bulging cock-head popped into her cunt and she
gasped and cried out, arching steeply, biting her lower lip, her head
jerking savagely to one side, her face contorting in a wild rictus of lust.
He cried out as her hot, tight cunt convulsed frenetically on his cock,
drawing him in deeper. He pushed his cock further into that wonderful, hot,
wet, soft crevice. In and in he went and she arched beneath him, her long
neck craned, her lovely face flung back, her hands clenching his buttocks,
pulling him in deeper still. Her hips and cunt rose eagerly to meet his
loins in descent. He went in to the hilt, and her cunt swallowed his cock
greedily, a tight, hot vortex of joy.
"Ohmauhhh ahhhh uhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she called, almost in relief, her
crotch pinned to his.
Mukesh groaned and, arching his head, swung his hips slowly, grinding his
cock in her cunt-flesh. She whimpered, her head turned to one side, her eyes
closed, her lips parted. Her cunt jerked and writhed under him. She spread
her legs wider apart.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard, Mukesh ... fuck me hard!"
Her obscenities spurred him. He began to fuck her slowly. He stroked
smoothly in and out of her cunt. His buttock flexed and unflexed, his hips
swinging rhythmically, his cock pistoning steadily in and out of her
hair-rimmed cunt. He rolled his hips with each thrust, making her groan and
lurch under him. Her feet rose up the backs of his thighs and her cunt
jerked and pumped eagerly at his cock. He groaned, his head flung back, and
began to move faster. Her breasts jiggled and bounced under his thrusts, her
long *mangalsutra* and gold necklace slithering and tossing on her creamy,
fair skin. She slid her hands up her body, lifting and squeezing her breasts
erotically. Her hips bucked in unison with his thrusts. Her erotic moans
rang in his ears, spurring him on.
"Yes! Ohma uhhh yes! Oh god yes uhhh yes uhhh ahh uhhh yes uhhh ahh uhhh yes
uhhh ohma uhh Mukesh ahh uhhh yes uhhh OHHHH uhhh ahh uhhh yes ... fuck me!
Fuck me hard! Yeh! Oh yes, that's it! That's it, baby! Fuck my cunt, c'mon,
Mukesh! Do it!"
He rose on outstretched arms and began to move even faster, ramming his cock
savagely into her as the heat roiled and grew in his loins. She squeezed her
breasts fiercely, whimpering and gasping.
"OHHHHH ... Mukesh ... uhhhhh Mukesh uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH uhh OHHH uhhhh
OHHH uhhhh ahh uhhh yes uhhhhOHHHH," she moaned loudly.
"Yeh! Take it, whore, take it!" he shouted in ecstasy.
She caressed his chest and arms and face, craning her head to suck on his
nipples, then drawing his head to hers and kissing him, thrusting her tongue
hungrily into his mouth, sucking on his own as it flickered in response. She
was fantastic. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight and he couldn't get enough
of it. Her gorged clitoris rasped against his swollen penis as he plunged it
deeper and deeper into her cunt. Their bodies moved together in an erotic
dance, their cries growing sharper and more obscene. Vaishali was ecstatic.
Her new lover was a wonderful find. His penis was big and thick, and he was
surprisingly competent, with impressive staying power. She moaned joyously
as his thick cock ran into her cunt again and again.
"Ahh uhhh yes uh ahh uhhh yes uh ahh uhhh yes uhh ahh uhhh yes Mukesh ahh
uhhh yes ... ohh uhhh ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhhhh ahh uhhh yes ... fuck me ...
just keep fucking me! Fuck me hard, Mukesh! Ahh uhhh yes uhh AHHHHHHH uhh oh
yeh that's it, oh god yes, don't stop, Mukesh, don't stop fucking me ohhh
uhhh yeh oh ma uhh yes!"
Faster and faster he went, goaded by her cries, his hips rocking rapidly up
and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his enormous penis
surging in and out of her cunt, making waves of pleasure wash over her.
"C'mon whore ... take it! Take my cock ... ohh uhhh ahh uhhh yes uh oh uh ah
uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ahhhh!"
Suddenly, despite her desperate pleas, Mukesh slid out of her cunt. Gasping
at the abrupt release in pressure, she moaned, understanding what he wanted
and quickly turned on her side and drew up one leg to let him fuck her from
behind. He lay behind her on his side and squeezed his cock between the
smooth lobes of her buttocks deep into her cunt. She gasped as the huge
penis seared into her slit. Holding her thigh up in one strong hand, he
began to fuck her rapidly, jerking and slamming his cock savagely in and out
of her cunt. She moaned loudly at his sharp, jabbing thrusts. He reached
around to squeeze and fondle her jiggling breasts. His hips jerked at hers,
and she could feel his balls thump against her buttocks. She bent her hand
to cup his balls, and turned her face to let him kiss her again. His tongue
plunged into her mouth and she sucked on it hungrily. His hips slapped at
her buttocks and he moved her body, holding her hip, jigging her up and down
on his cock.
"C'mon whore ... take it ... take my cock, bitch!" he panted.
In and out he went, gasping and panting, his inflamed penis squeezing into
her taut channel with a rasping squelch, jerking out, slamming in again. Her
buttocks lobed outward, exposing her puckered anus. He pressed his fingertip
to her asshole and she moaned, thrusting back at him. Chuckling between
gasps, he slid his finger into her ass. She writhed, moaning, burying her
face in the crook of her arm, her body flushed and hot, beaded with sweat.
Vaishali's long, tasseled braid rubbed between their bodies. That gave him
an idea and he took the end of it and rolled one of the tassel's beads into
her anus. Vaishali cried out as the sharp bead bit into her asshole. Her
sphincter and cunt spasmed and he grunted and lurched deeper into her. She
cried out, her buttocks jerking back towards him and he pressed his
fingertip into her ass, forcing the bead through her tight sphincter.
Vaishali's mouth jerked open and she cried out, her face contorting with
joy. Mukesh chuckled lewdly, thrusting harder and deeper into her cunt.
"C'mon ... c'mon whore! Take it! Take my prick, you fuckin' whore!" he
gasped.
For several minutes, he fucked her steadily and hard, slamming his cock into
her cunt. Vaishali whimpered thickly, her head spinning, her body lurching
and jerking under his thrusts. His cock was enormous and her mind leaped in
exultation at the realisation that he was proving to be a far better lover
than she had dared hope.
Gradually, Mukesh slowed his movements and slowly slid his cock out of her.
She moaned, delirious, frustrated, grappling for his cock, trying to feed it
back into her cunt. He probably wanted to fuck her ass. She was about to
pull the tasseled bead out of her ass when he stopped her and pulled her to
her feet.
He turned her about, and bent her forward over the counter, rummaging
between her legs with his hand for her cunt. It was sopping wet and sticky.
Chortling in obscene glee, Mukesh manoeuvered his penis between her splayed
buttocks and slowly spiralled his cock into her, squeezing the hot thickness
of it into her taut channel yet again.
She clung to the counter and moaned, her face rising, her luscious buttocks
writhing against his thighs. Her sphincter convulsed on the bead in her ass.
She jerked forward as he thrust into her. Her breasts jiggled and she
squeezed her breasts erotically. Her head tossed and she panted and moaned
obscenely as he began to fuck her with long, deep, punishing strokes, moving
in and out of her cunt. His hands on his buttocks, he swung his hips
smoothly, pistoning his cock in and out of her cunt. He rolled his hips to
churn her innards with his huge pestle. He leaned over and kissed her, his
tongue arching into her mouth hungrily, his hands on her swollen breasts,
pinching and tweaking her rigid nipples. She slid her hand between her legs
to fondle his heavy, hairy balls.
"OHHH uhh oHH uhhhhh Mukesh-Mukesh-Mukeshuhhhh ahh uhhh yes uhhhh ahh uhhh
yes uhhhh OHHHHH uhhhh OHHHHHHHH uhhhhh OHHHHHHH uhhhhh ahh uhhh yes uhhh
OHHHH uhhh OHHHHHHH!" she moaned loudly, in a voice husky with lust. "Fuck
me! OHhhh yes! Fuck me, Mukesh! Ohhhh Muk-EHHHHHH-sh-UHHHHHr Yes!"
"C'mon," he gasped. "C'mon, whore, c'mon-c'mon-c'mon ... take it! Take my
cock, whore, take it! ... OHFUCK OHHH YEH!"
"Oh ma oh ma oh ma Ohhh unhh oh oh oh oh!" Vaishali panted.
Hot firelust rippled through her. He moved faster and faster, driving his
penis a good six or seven inches in and out of her cunt, ramming and reaming
into her. On and on he went, till he heard her moan and cry out. Her cunt
bit down hard on his cock and she began to orgasm. He kept stroking
powerfully and she gasped in joy and delight as he forced one orgasm after
the other. She felt him skewer her hard and he tugged at her braid and the
bead snapped out of her ass, making her orgasm at once.
Her cunt convulsed frenetically on his cock and he groaned and ground into
her savagely, his hips thudding at her buttocks. She whimpered and gasped in
joy. He jerked out of her and masturbated rapidly. Instantly, she turned
around and fell to her knees and took his penis in her hand and drew it
between her lips. He gasped, his belly snapping inward and with a loud cry,
began to orgasm. His hot jizz spumed into her mouth, and she opened her lips
wide so that he could see his gunk jet down her throat. She shook his cock
wantonly, spraying her face and breasts with his cumshot. He stepped back,
panting and gasping, his body shining with sweat. She sagged on her knees,
her chest heaving, her head bowed.
He looked at her and chuckled. "So, bitch, liked the fuck?"
"Very much," she said softly.
He smiled at her, seeing the bright warmth in her eyes and looked at the
wall clock. They had half an hour yet. Her eyes caught his and her smile
widened. He chuckled and pulled his vest off his head as she got to her feet
and led him to her bedroom.
Mukesh followed her into her bedroom. The minute they were inside, she fell
to her knees in front of him. Her fingers coiled about his cock and her face
creased in pleasure as it thickened again. She took his penis in both fists
and began to masturbate him gently. Her lips parted and her long tongue
snaked out, swirling round his cock-head. Mukesh gasped and flung his head
back. The heat surged powerfully in his loins. His mouth fell open and he
moaned softly. Her tongue was wonderful, soft and wet and warm, licking and
flickering against his cock-head. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples
rigid. He bent down and squeezed her breasts hard, thumbing her erect
nipples. She moaned.
Vaishali slid her lips around his cock-head and part of his shaft. He
gasped, his belly sucking in sharply. She engulfed him in her moist, warm
mouth and started to suck his cock hungrily. He moaned, his head spinning,
his loins raging. She sucked him rapidly, her head bobbing back and forth,
her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her face distended with the size of his
penis. It was wonderful, thick and hard now, throbbing and pulsating in her
mouth, glistening as it slid in and out between her lips.
Hot with lust, he started to fuck her mouth, jerking his hips to and fro,
holding her head and moving it to suit his pleasure. Her tongue continued to
roil around his cock-head. She sucked harder and harder. He thought she
would drain him dry and wondered where and how and with whom she had learned
to fuck like this. His cock glistened with pre-cum gunk, and there were
sticky streaks of it on her lips and cheeks.
"UNNNhh ahh uhhh yes ... yes ... suck ... suck my cock ... suck harder,
slut! UHHHH uhhhh AHHHHHH!" he gasped.
He thought she was going to drink his spoot and was tempted to come in her
mouth. Sensing the imminence of his orgasm, she stopped suddenly and rose to
her feet. Visibly aroused, her lips parted, her breathing shallow, her
breasts swollen and hard, she pressed to him and tilted her face to his,
kissing him deeply caressing his superb torso, marvelling at his physique.
Her breasts were hot on his skin. Her groin rubbed against his. Her tongue
slithered in his mouth as she kissed him deeply.
"C'mon, Mukesh ... now fuck me," she said in a low, hoarse voice.
They fell to the bed together.
Vaishali gasped and arched steeply, her body tense with excitement. Her legs
were spread wide and her knees were forked. The servant bent his muscular
body over hers. His penis, big and long and thick, throbbed in her fist,
slippery with his pre-cum gunk and her recent lascivious sucking of it. She
stroked his cock, her fingers sticky with his seed. Its taste was still
sharp in her mouth.
Her breasts were swollen and hard, the nipples stiff. He moaned, his
handsome face suffused with lust. His balls throbbed for release. His
cock-head seared at her cunt-lips. With a loud gasp, he flexed his buttocks
and, swinging his hips forward, thrust into her, his swollen cock surging
into her hot, wet cunt. Vaishali cried out, her head jerking to one side,
her back bowing. He moaned at the heat of her cunt. It spasmed on his penis.
Groaning with pleasure, he ground deeper into her cunt.
"UNHHHH OHHHhh!" she gasped. "UNHHHHH ... yes! Ohhhh yes! ... UHH!"
Her cunt swallowed his prick greedily. Her hips pressed hard at his,
churning and grinding round and round. His loins blazed with lust-heat.
"C'mon Mukesh ... fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!" she gasped.
He groaned and sank his cock deeper into her taut channel. Her hands dug
into the muscles of his arms. Her body arched beneath his, her legs rising
high to clamp about his hips.
He began to fuck her with slow, measured thrusts, pulling out, then
thrusting deep with a heavy roll of his hips, mashing her cunt-flesh. Her
cunt spasmed and contracted on his cock, making him moan. His buttocks rose,
unflexing, then flexed taut as he drove into her again. Her cunt was
wonderful: hot, wet, her juices flowing freely, it gripped him like a spongy
glove, sucking on his inflamed penis, pulling him in deeper and deeper. Her
hips heaved against his.
Vaishali was delirious. He was better than she had imagined. He was a
strong, powerful, experienced lover, better by far than she had dared hope.
His enormous cock throbbed in her belly like an electric cattle-prod. Its
thick veins rasped against her inflamed clitoris. He stroked like a god, now
moving unhurriedly, steadily, gliding in and out, in and out. She gasped and
moaned and arched under him. Her head flipped from side to side.
"OHHhhh Mukesh UNHHhh ahh uhhh yes UHHHhh ahh uhhh yes!" she called.
She dug her fingers into his thick biceps. His arms were outstretched on
either side of her chest. His head was bent, watching her, his hips moving
rhythmically up and down, up and down. Slowly, he increased the tempo,
moving faster and faster, with long, punishing lunges that sent her body
bowing taut beneath his. His cock rasped in and out, emerging and
disappearing, glistening, huge and gorged, filling her belly and cunt,
piercing her deeply.
"OHHHHhhhhhh Mukesh-Mukesh-Mukesh ahh uhhh yes uhhhhh ahnhhhhhhh uhhhh ahh
uhhh yes uhhhhh ohhh uhh OH uhh Ohmauhh ahhh uhhhh ahhhh uhhh ahh uhhh
ahhh!" Vaishali moaned. "Fuck me! Ohhhh uhhhh yes uhhh yes uhh ahh uhhh yes
uhhh ahh uhhh yes uhh ohma uhh ahh uhhh yes uhhh fuck me! Yes! That's it ...
oh fuck yes ... that's it! Fuck me!"
"C'mon whore ... take it ... take it yeh ... take it all, bitch ... take my
cock ... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck uhhh yes ... uhhhhh ahhhhh uhhh ahhhhh uhhh
ahhhh uhh AHHH uh AH AH AH AHHHH!" he responded.
He began to move faster still, with shorter, sharper, deeper thrusts,
spearing her savagely. Her lovely body jerked and furiously under his,
thrashing frenetically. His butt rose and fell, bouncing feverishly over her
lurching loins. He flung his head back, and closed his eyes, moaning in deep
heat, his mouth hanging open, his face contorted. His cock surged in and
out, thrusting and ramming. They were sheathed in sweat now, their bodies
glistening and squelching wetly together.
Her breasts jigged heavily with his thrusts, her *mangalsutra* slithering on
her breasts, looping over one, a strand thick in her cleavage. She jerking
and snapped back and forth, her spine arching in a taut bow with each plunge
of his penis. The bed rocked heavily on its springs. Her hips heaved and
lurched at his, moving in a hungry, fervid, pumping motion, slamming up
against his thrusts. On and on he went, with deep, skewering thrusts. She
lifted her head and he gasped when her hot tongue swirled around one of his
nipples, her lips following, clamping on it, sucking hard. Her fingers dug
into his buttocks, prised them apart. He cried out loudly when she pushed a
finger at his anus. His sphincter spasmed, then yielded and she slid it into
his asshole, drawing a guttural moan from him, making him thrust savagely
into her, making her cry out in consequence, arching steeply.
He paused, panting. She moaned, teetering on the verge. He slid back onto
his haunches, his legs spread wide and folded under his buttocks. He drew
her hips up higher, lifting her legs high over his shoulders. She moaned,
her hands on her breasts, rolling them under her flat palms, tweaking the
hard nipples. Her hand went down to her cunt-lips, fingering her clitoris.
He began to move again, thrusting and ramming his hips to and fro in a
punishing, furious stroke. Vaishali cried out, her face whipping to one
side, her neck arched, her mouth tearing open in agonised delight, fresh
sweat splintering off her body. Her body twisted and lurched and thrashed.
Faster and faster he moved, thrusting in and out of her hot cocksheath.
Vaishali's body jigged furiously.
"OHhhhhh Mukesh-Mukesh-Mukesh-uhhhhhhh HUhhhhhh ahh uhhh yes uhhh ahhh uhh
ah ah ah ah ah uhhh ahh uhhh yes Mukesh ahh uhhh yes!" she cried.
"Oh yeh oh yeh c'mon you fucking whore take it you fucking bitch take my
cock oh yeh c'mon oh fuck your cunt's so hot baby oh baby yes!" he gasped
feverishly, his body trembling with lust.
His balls and hips slapped at the insides of her thighs, his hot cock
tearing into her. Vaishali's body shook and writhed, jerking and lurching
desperately under his. She climaxed in a series of back to back orgasm,
moaning and shuddering, her body arching taut, shuddering, every sinew
singing. He gasped as her hot juices flowed over his cock and her cunt bit
down on it in a frenzy. Still in control, he continued to stroke in and out
of her, his rhythm slowing to a perfect tempo, drawing out her orgasm.
He narrowly avoided losing control. As she subsided, whimpering, her head
spinning, he slid slowly out of her. He was still rock-hard.
"Okay, flip over, slut ... I wanna fuck you from behind ... like a bitch,"
he said.
Despite the shattering orgasm, Vaishali could not have resisted him even if
she wanted to. She turned over and thrust her buttocks up at him, leaning
forward on her forearms and chest, her face turned to one side, her breasts
squashed against the counterpane, her *mangalsutra* riding high on the nape
of her neck. Her buttocks lobed outward. Kneeling behind her, Mukesh slid
his finger into the cleft between them, fingering her anus. She moaned. Her
sphincter spasmed. He slid his finger into her rear channel. Her face
contorted and she clenched at the sheets in agony, her buttocks spasming and
flexing taut. He chuckled. The thought of fucking her butt aroused him.
"Want it here, whore?" he growled. "Shall I fuck your ass?"
"Yes," she whimpered in delight, aching for a good butt-fuck. "Do it ...
fuck my butt, baby ... I want your cock up my ass!"
He grunted. "Later ... later ... with some butter!"
Her mind soared with joy. He shuffled forward and squeezed his penis between
her buttocks. He found her cunt-lips, and slid into her again with a slow,
skewering thrust. Vaishali gasped, the breath hissing from her as the huge
lance seared white-hot into her cunt. It throbbed inside her. Her body began
to tremble as she felt the renewed lust flicker through her.
Mukesh fucked her slowly this time, stroking steadily. His cock gleamed and
glistened, emerging and disappearing between the creamy lobes of her
buttocks. Her body swung beneath him, her cunt sliding back and forth along
his shaft. Her face a vision of lust, the eyes half closed, the mouth open
in a wide 'O' of lust, panting and moaning continuous obscenities. He began
to move faster, holding her hips, his head flung back, his belly sucked in,
his buttocks flexing and unflexing as he pistoned at her. His balls and
thighs slammed at her buttocks. He went faster and faster, stroking
powerfully, rapidly, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.
He paused and went back onto his haunches, pulling her down onto his cock,
so that she was leaning forward on outstretched arms, her legs folded
outside his. She turned her face and he kissed her, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth. He squeezed her breasts hard. Holding her hips, he began
bucking under her, jerking her up and down. Her breasts jigged heavily. She
flung her head back in ecstasy.
Her body bucked and jerked on his lap, her buttocks flexing and unflexing as
they clamped and unclamped on his cock. Her head was flung back, her hands
were on her breasts now, squeezing them in excitement. Her mouth hung open
and her eyes were closed. Her braid tossed, her *mangalsutra* and gold
necklace jumped and bounced off her skin, flipping furiously this way and
that. Her cunt spasmed and contracted and convulsed powerfully on his penis
and he felt his balls throb, aching now with the tension of restraint. Her
cries rose, ringing in his ears.
"OHHHHhh Mukesh UNHHHhh ahh uhhh yes UHHHhh OHHHH uhhh OH!"
Mukesh exulted. He was fucking her at last, fucking her like a whore! She
was his! The slut was his!
He changed position yet again, forcing her forward once more, and rising
with legs spread wide to straddle her buttocks in a deep crouch. He did it
without getting fully out of her, making her cry out thinly as his cock
crushed her cunt-flesh. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her
buttocks, he sank into her soft-wet-hot cunt again. It bit down hard on the
invading cock, and he winced, tossing his head back, his belly sucking in
sharply. She moaned and he held still for a long moment, savouring the
wonder of her, keeping her pinned beneath him.
Abruptly, he began to move in a rapid fire rhythm, pounding and pumping and
pistoning furiously. Vaishali cried out thinly, clawing at the counterpane,
her buttocks spasming in shock, her mouth tearing open, her face contorting
and screwing up in agonised delight. He growled his approval loudly, and
moved faster, his buttocks rising and falling, his cock thundering in and
out of her cunt like a trip hammer at full blast,
thrust-recoil-thrust-recoil-thrust. His cock was huge and gorged and ridged
with throbbing veins that pulsated angrily within her. He swung his hips
savagely on the downstrokes, mashing her cunt-flesh in savage circles,
scraping against her tender clitoris. She whimpered and gasped and keened,
her body jerking beneath his. He moved faster and faster, fucking her like a
demon, till the stars exploded in her head once again. She spasmed and
clawed at the counterpane, arching her back steeply under him.
He felt her orgasm wash over him, and, with deep cries, he thrust into her
once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven times, with deep, long, hard,
punishing thrusts, ramming into her, holding still, jerking out, ramming in
again. Each thrust drove the breath from her throat in a shuddering gasp. At
last, he rocked deep into her and quivered, his hips twitching, his loins
glued to her buttocks. He began to orgasm inside her and her head swam in
ecstasy as she felt the lava-jizz sizzle up out of his balls and through his
cock, spewing in thick, awesome, white-hot jets, deep into her sopping slit.
Vaishali collapsed on the bed, panting and gasping. Gently, Mukesh eased out
of her. He rolled over beside her. A few minutes later, still lying on her
front, she rose to her elbows and smiled at him. He grinned at her. Her
breasts and necklaces hung pendulous against the bed. He cupped a breast
tenderly.
"So, memsaab, how d'you like my work?" he grinned. "Is it satisfactory?"
She giggled and kissed him gently. Her lips were soft, her breath warm. Her
tongue slithered between his lips.
"Very satisfactory," she murmured. "Very satisfying. Very good. Okay,
listen. Jayant will be home soon. When we go to bed, I think he'll fuck me.
I'll come to you later. You fuck me then, all right?"
He grinned and kissed her again. She responded hungrily, her tongue snaking
into his mouth, fencing against his.
She murmured sexily, aroused by him again. Her eyes went glassy, her breath
shortened, her nipples hardened against his chest. He pulled her across him
and began to fondle her. She drew away reluctantly.
"Later," she said in a husky voice.
They got up groggily, still recovering from the shattering intensity of
their orgasms. Naked, she turned in his arms and kissed him again, her loins
grinding against his. His cock began to stiffen. She masturbated him with
longing, then shook her head. She led him into her bathroom. They washed
quickly. Outside, she draped her *sari* again. She looked damned sexy in it.
She did her hair, pinning it high on the back of her head. Her breasts moved
as she lifted her hands high to do her hair. Smiling, he stood behind her in
front of the full-length mirror and cupped her breasts. She leaned back
against him, and curled her arms about his neck, tilting her face up and to
one side. They kissed gently, her lips parting, her tongue arching up into
his mouth. Mukesh's cock throbbed against her buttocks. Her breasts began to
swell, her nipples stiffening again. Fuck, what a great cunt! he thought
joyously. His mind soared.
Vaishali found Mukesh irresistible. He was a terrific lover, and he had a
fantastic body, with hard, smoothly sculpted contours. She let him fondle
her breasts, sighing in pleasure. He unbuttoned her blouse again. He slid
her *pallu* off her shoulder and they stood before the mirror, aroused by
the sight of her naked breasts in his hands. She slid her hand between their
bodies and squeezed his thickening cock through his shorts with. He nuzzled
the nape of her neck. She tilted her face to one side and kissed him again.
"Later, Mukesh," she murmured again. "Later. Not now."
He grinned and released her. They returned to their chores. Mukesh couldn't
stop grinning. She chided him gently and he grabbed her and pressed his body
to hers, squeezing her breasts. She didn't even pretend to resist. Her
tongue snaked into his mouth and he felt her breasts swell in his hands. The
doorbell rang, her husband's signature double ring. Mukesh cursed softly.
"Gonna fuck you again, whore," he growled softly. "When he sticks his cock
in your slit, remember me!"
-- END OF CHAPTER 14 --
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