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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 15 : Camera Candida :

PART 9 OF 9 : Ballboy

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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Dashrath couldn't take his eyes off her. Crouched beside the side
support pole of the tennis net stretched across the floodlit court,
the seventeen-year old stared at Anuja. She was the sexiest thing he'd
seen. He watched as she prepared to serve. Feet positioned behind the
base line, she bent forward, her racquet arm dropped and bounced the
ball with her other hand. Her T-shirt was damp with sweat and it clung
to her breasts like film. The gold chain swung around her necklace.
The buttons of her T-shirt were open and the lapel swung free as she
bent. Even at this distance he could see the swell of her lovely
breasts in the low, tight sports bra. The exertion had stiffened her
nipples and he could see their sharp stubs through the white T-shirt.
She caught the ball and, rearing, arching, bending back, threw it
high, her arm lifted, her head back, eyes on the ball, her body
lifting on her toes. Her skirt rode up her thighs and he caught a
glimpse of the dark flash of her crotch. She wasn't wearing anything
under the skirt. Her body rose in the air, spun as her racquet arm
whipped around, the centre of the racquet head meeting the ball
perfectly. With a loud pok, the yellow ball shot across the net like a
bullet, landing just inside the service line, skidding down the
centre. The follow through took Anuja a few steps inside the base
line. She stopped, bouncing on her toes, her racquet set, watching the
ball, moving to the centre at the back of the court. Her breasts
jumped under her T-shirt.

On the other side of the net, Avinash struck the tennis ball cleanly
and strongly, sent it whipping back to her backhand. Anuja took the
return easily, and hit it back to his forehand; he whipped it to the
corner of her forehand court. Anuja raced across and using a heavy
topspin, struck it back deep into his backhand corner again. Avinash
returned it to her forehand corner. Anuja drew her arm well back. The
yellow ball bounced once on the artificial surface, lifted high. She
was perfectly positioned. She sprang off her toes, her tennis skirt
lifting and flying, her doubled braid tossing, her gold necklace
jumping, her breasts jiggling under the taut sports bra and brought
her arm down and across in a whipping forehand. The racquet struck the
ball squarely in the sweet spot and went skimming back across the net
hard and fast and low, just clearing the tape. It landed just inches
inside the line and, with the heavy topspin of her wrist, kept low and
shot forward. On the other side of the net, Avinash leaped for it, his
racquet arm stretched. The ball caught the frame and ricocheted wildly
upward. Anuja followed, her racquet lifted for a smash. The ball
landed outside the tram lines. Dashrath sprang after it.

Anuja shouted in exultation, tossing her racquet in the air, lifting
her clenched fists, jogging to the net. Avinash smiled and met her at
the net. He hugged her. They laughed. Dashrath ran around the court
perimeter and collected the balls. They were obviously through with
the game. He jogged to the bench beside the umpire's chair.

"... you've got a helluva game," he heard Avinash say.

"It was close. Three sets to two and seven five in the third." Anuja
was stuffing some clothing into her tote. Dashrath couldn't tell what
it was.

"Not many people drive me that much."

Dashrath came up to them. "Shall I turn out the lights?" he asked in
Hindi.

Avinash nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

The hotel had championship quality tennis courts, complete with
umpire's chairs, resting benches, coolers, floodlights and tiered
stands. It was late at night and the stands were empty. He flipped
open a gang box behind the umpire's chair and threw a master switch.
The heavy floods died. The court sank into shadows, now lit only by
the silvery moonlight and stars. Avinash and Anuja shared a bench on
one side of the umpire's chair, packing their sports totes. Dashrath
stood before her, looking at her breasts and exposed thighs as she
bent over and stuffed her racquet, wristband and headband into it. She
took out a fresh T-shirt. He had difficulty containing his erection.
Avinash took the cans of tennis balls from him without really looking
at him and dropped them in his bag. He waited for her to finish.

Anuja straightened and looked at Dashrath. She smiled her thanks. Her
eyes slid down his body, lingered on his crotch, then slipped away.

"Avinash."

"Mm. Ready?"

"No. Do you have your cameras?"

"What? Oh, yes, one or two. Not the full kit. Why?"

She looked at Dashrath again. Avinash followed her eyes and grinned.
Well, well. A little cooling down exercise. He was all for it. The lad
obviously had a monstrous erection. He was a good looking youth, with
sharp features, full sensual lips, a fine nose, high cheekbones, a
square jaw, a wispy mustache. He wore a baggy khaki tunic and shorts.
He was barefoot. His body was lean and wiry, though not very tall. His
shoulders were wide, his chest broad, his torso V-shaped, his belly
hard and flat and he had narrow hips. His arms and legs were corded
with sinew. Avinash moved his bag to the other bench and, opening it,
began to take out his camera kit. Dashrath couldn't understand what he
was up to. He looked back at Anuja. She smiled at him.

"Dashrath. That's your name, isn't it?" she said.

He nodded.

"Thank you. We had a good game."

He grinned, his teeth flashing strong and white, ducked his head
shyly.

"I'm set," Avinash muttered softly. "Ready when you are."

"Give us distance. Disappear."

"Fine."

Dashrath was intrigued. Avinash left his bag on the other bench and
moved away, slipping into the shadows. That left just him and her.

"Come closer."

Dashrath stepped forward.

"Closer, Dashrath. Don't be afraid."

He was very close now, inches from her. She smiled up at him. His
crotch bulged and quivered and he couldn't hide.

"You deserve a tip," she murmured.

Before he knew what was happening, Anuja had her hands inside the legs
of his shorts. She thrust them up into his crotch and held his cock.
Dashrath cried out in shock and surprise, stumbled and lurched back.
She pulled him back.

"No, no ... there's nothing to worry about," she murmured.

Suddenly, all those half-understood whispers in the staff quarters
made sense. This was the woman they said was fucking half the guys in
the hotel. And that was her husband who didn't bonk her at all, just
took snaps. Dashrath's pulse jumped with excitement. A slow grin of
recognition creased his handsome features. Anuja smiled.

"Yes. That's right. You know who I am and what's been going on."

"You're Anuja madam."

"Just Anuja."

"Anuja."

"Yes. Please. Come here."

He came up to her again, now unafraid and expectant. She flicked open
the clasp button of his shorts, undid the fly and peeled them open. He
chuckled at her gasp of surprise. His cock, his pride and joy, was
enormous, bigger than any of his pals had. It was erect already, hard
and throbbing, and it was ten inches long and two inches thick. His
balls were heavy and low. He was careful to keep his cock-shaft and
balls shaved smoothly -- he thought that was very sexy and he
preferred it like this, so that he could feel the warm of a mouth or a
cunt without hindrance. The few girls he'd fucked so far agreed that
it was better and hurt less.

"My god," Anuja gasped. "What an incredible cock you've got!"

"Yeah, thas wha' they say."

She groaned and took it in her fist, flipping back the foreskin. The
cock-head was huge, gorged, slippery with pre-cum gunk, smelling sexy
and musky. Anuja opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the
knob. Dashrath grunted thickly, his belly sucking inward, his hips
lurching forward, his hands falling to her head, pulling it deeper
into his crotch. Anuja moaned, realizing at once that he was not
totally inexperienced. Her excitement mounted.

"C'mon!" he grunted. "Sukit! Suck my cock!"

Anuja whimpered and, opening her mouth wide, slipped her lips around
his cock-head. Dashrath grunted, tossing his head back, his mouth
fluttering open. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and wet and her tongue
worked his cock-head with a cunning he had never known. He groaned,
rocking his hips back and forth, moving her head to and fro with his
hands as he fucked her face. She took more of his cock in her mouth,
scraping her teeth delicately along his massive, thick-veined shaft.
He bent forward and shoved his hands into the neck of her T-shirt,
cupping her breasts. They filled his hands, grew turgid as he squeezed
and kneaded the soft flesh. Her nipples were stiff in his palms. She
took her fingers off his cock and, without pausing in sucking his
cock, reached up to undo his tunic. He helped her and shrugged it off.
Bending, he pulled her T-shirt up, over her breasts, under her arms.
Her breasts were wonderful, full and heavy and ripe like fruit. She
sucked his cock harder. He pushed her head away and jerked the T-shirt
off her head. Anuja looked up at him. He had a slim, wiry body, strong
and muscular like whipcord, with a hard belly and a wide, flat,
slightly cleaved chest with small, dark, nipples. His body was
virtually hairless. His penis throbbed and bounced with excitement.
She moaned and began sucking it again. Dashrath grinned and fucked her
mouth unhurriedly.

"Mm ... yeh ... thas good, whore," he grunted in the vernacular. "Suck
my prick, bitch ... yeh ... thas it ... keep suckin', slut ... thas it
... suck harder! Yeh! Thas good ... oh fuck yes! C'mon, bitch! Don'
stop till I say!"

Hidden in the shadows, Avinash kept his cameras trained on the ballboy
fucking his wife's mouth. He took close-ups of the youth's face, and
of his gargantuan penis glistening between her lips. Her face was
distended with the size of the mammoth cock. He saw her jerking it in
her elegant fingers, licking it lasciviously, her head tilted to one
side, her eyes lifted, half-closed. The kid pushed her head away and
grinned.

"C'mon, slut ... lemme lick yer slit," he grunted. "On yer back!"

Anuja whimpered, her body tingling with excitement and turned on her
back on the wooden bench. Dashrath knelt at its far end and pulled her
legs open, pushed her skirt up her hips. She unfastened its side zip
and he pulled it off, spread her legs again. Her cunt was wet and open
and he could see the moist pink flesh and the delicate stem of her
clitoris. He chuckled and thrust his face into her crotch.

"OHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh ma uhhhh yes!" Anuja gasped, her body arching on
the bench, her fingers twining in his hair.

Dashrath's tongue was thick and heavy and long. It jabbed deep into
her cunt, swirled through the wet flesh, lapping at her flowing
juices, whipped her gorged, stiff clitoris, rippled up and down and in
and out. Anuja's hips heaved and writhed, bucked up and down. Twining
her fingers in his hair, she moved his head around in her thighs to
suit her pleasure.

"Ohhh yes Dashrath yes! Oh god yes! Oh ma yes uhhh oh ma uhhh ahhh uhh
yes oh fuck yes!"

She moaned and whimpered ecstatically, her head flipping from side to
side, a vision of lust with her eyes half-closed, her mouth open. Her
body rocked on the bench with rhythmic little jerks, as though she was
being fucked. Her breasts jumped and jiggled, and her gold chain
tossed and danced on her skin. Her body glistened with sweat. She slid
her hands up her body, lifting her breasts, squeezing them erotically,
pinching the nipples in her long fingertips. Her cries rang in his
ears, exciting him further. He stabbed a long finger into her cunt and
began masturbating her rapidly, rocking his arm to and fro vigorously.
Anuja cried out, her back bowing steeply, her hips crashing up and
down, her head flipping wildly from side to side. Her cunt was hot and
tight and it convulsed greedily on his finger. He twisted his finger
around in her cunt, pressed his knuckle to her hard stem of her
clitoris, curled his finger into a hook and flicked it hard. Anuja
cried out, crushing her breasts in frenzied delight. Meanwhile, his
tongue continued lapping at her streaming juices.

"OHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH uhhh OH DashrUHHHHHth uhhh Oh uhhh *hanh* uhhhh
*hanh* uhhh *hanh* uhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.

He jabbed a second finger in and masturbated her even more rapidly.
Avinash watched her body whipping and whumping frenetically on the
bench, her hips crashing up and down, the youth's biceps flexing and
unflexing as he rocked his arm back and forth and from side to side.
Without pausing in his masturbation of her, the ballboy sprang to his
feet and quickly turned around, straddling her body. Beneath him,
Anuja moaned, her mouth already open in avid expectation. He lowered
his hips over her face and grunted softly as her lips encased his
cock. He began fucking her mouth in the sixty-nine, his hips rising
and falling in a measured rhythm over her face while he finger and
tongue-fucked her simultaneously.

Anuja was on the brink of a violent orgasm when he stopped and rolled
off her. She moaned in frustration and dismay, masturbating
frantically. He flicked her hands away.

"Time for the real thin'," he laughed arrogantly, with the sense of
his power over her.

Anuja moaned. The teenager grinned and got between her legs,
straddling the bench. He dropped in a low, deep squat, his legs
spread, her thighs arched over his, with his buttocks almost brushing
the bench top and, holding his cock, pressed it to her cunt-lips. She
gasped, holding the thick shaft, guiding him to her slit. He grinned
down at her and, gripping the insides of her thighs, heaved his hips
forward. His huge cock-head popped into her cunt and his monstrous
penis surged behind it, plowing deep into her cunt, stretching it wide
open. Anuja cried out thinly, her face contorting in a wild rictus of
lust, tendons popping in her neck, her mouth tearing open, her head
snapping back.

"OHMAUHAHUHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried. "OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH
uh OH uh OH uh OHHHHHHHH!"

Her breath came in heaving, wracked, rattling sobs. The teenager
flexed his buttocks taut and buried himself in her cunt and sniggered.

"Feel good, heh, cunt? Feel good havin' my dick in yer slit, donit?"

"Yes!" she moaned, frantic with lust. "Oh god yes Dashrath yes! God
you're so big ... so big ... so hard ... ohhh yes ... c'mon baby ...
fuck me! Fuck me like a whore, Dashrath ... take me like a slut!"

The youth grinned, flashing strong white teeth in the moonlight. "Thas
jes wha' I'm gonna do, cunt! Jes wha' I'm gonna do!" He turned his
head over his shoulder. "Hey you, boss-man! Yeah, you, with the
camera'n all! Why doncha c'mere and take some pics of me fuckin' your
wife, stud? She loves it, the bitch! Loves my dick in her pussy!
Doncha, whore?" He rocked his cock out and in and she gasped loudly in
assent. "Hear'at? She loves it! Wanna hear her 'gain? Fine! Lessgo,
bitch! Lessgo!"

Avinash scurried closer with his cameras. The boy was terrific. He
grinned at Avinash lewdly when he saw him. Avinash avoided his eye,
kept the cameras at his face. The boy grinned and began fucking Anuja
without looking at her, mugging shamelessly for the camera. He swung
his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with a
mesmerizingly steady rhythm, flexing and unflexing his buttocks,
snapping his hips with each thrust. His lean body rocked and swung,
his muscles rippling effortlessly. His mammoth cock ground in and out
of her cunt without respite, glistening and gleaming with their
comingled juices as it appeared and disappeared between her sodden,
stretched-wide cunt-lips. Each thrust drove his penis deep into her,
going in and in till his balls were at her cunt-lips. Then he slid
out, thrust in, slid out, thrust in. On the bench, Anuja gasped and
cried out, her hips heaving and writhing frantically, her voice
ragged, her breath coming in cracked, heaving sobs and moans of
pleasure, her face flipping frantically from side to side, contorted
and twisted with lust. She clenched his arms, squeezed her breasts,
begged for more. The boy laughed and kept moving unhurriedly, jamming
and stuffing his impossible penis into her flesh. His cock was
incredible, enormously hot, endlessly long, excruciatingly thick and
hard. She could feel the thick veins pulsating in its length as it
surged in and out of her cunt, causing wave after wave of ecstasy to
lift and bend her body under his.

"OHHHHHHHH uhh Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ma oh ma uhhh yes oh god yes
Dashrath yes ... oh fuck yes ... oh that's so good baby yes ... do it
... ahhhh uhhh yes! Ohh fuck yes!" she gasped deliriously. "Ohh
Dashrath-Dashrath-Dashruhhhhhth uhhh *hanh* uhhh ohma uhh *hanh* uhh
ohma uhh *hanh*!"

He laughed and winked at the camera. "Nice hot tight pussy I got me
here," he cackled. "Nice 'n juicy 'n hot ... jes the way I likes it!
Take it, bitch ... c'mon ... take it all! Yeh! Thas' it! Feel good,
donit?"

He began to swirl his hips deftly, and Anuja gasped and moaned and
whimpered ecstatically as his cock entered her from all angles,
plunging in and scraping over her gorged clitoris. He never broke
rhythm, didn't pause once. Even the strenuous position didn't seem to
affect him and he gave no indication of approaching his climax. On the
bench, Anuja fought desperately to stave off her orgasm and prolong
the pleasure. The rhythmic sawing action of his cock sliding in and in
and in, slipping out, then crushing back into her molten cunt-flesh
felt divine. Suddenly he stopped and slid out of her.

"Awright! That wa' good 'nuff for starters, slut. Now les have some
fun!"

He scooted up her body and, placing his penis between her breasts,
squeezed them over his cock and fucked her breasts slowly.

"Nice tits," he said. "Real nice. Great nips, too. Haven' had me a
nice bint like yer for a lon' time, slut. Feels good!"

Now he got up astride the bench, moved back and made her turn over.

"Ain't done yet," he muttered. "C'mon ... I wanna fuck yer from behind
now! Like a bitch! "Bend over the bench, slut."

Anuja obeyed him without protest, leaning on the bench on her
forearms, her legs astride the bench, her sports shoe-clad feet on the
court surface. The youth sat astride the bench, his cock sticking out
and up and manoeuvered her down onto his penis, impaling her cunt on
it. Anuja gasped, arching her head as she forced her cunt down onto
his cock, rearing on outstretched arms. Dashrath put his arms around
her and squeezed her breasts. Avinash took a shot of that. Dashrath
nuzzled the nape of her neck, tongued her ear. She turned her face
over her shoulder and he kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue in
and out of her mouth. Avinash took shots of that, too. Anuja whimpered
and began rocking back and forth and up and down on his cock, grinding
her hips round and round in tight, erotic circles. The youth held
still, fondling her, letting her have her way for the moment. Her
breasts were hot and turgid in his hands, swollen and hard with
excitement, her nipples nut-hard and long in his fingers. She groaned
and jigged heavily back and forth and up and down, running her cunt up
and down the length of his massive cock. Her breasts jumped and
jiggled and the gold necklace tossed and swung, slapping on her skin.
Avinash clicked several shots in rapid succession.

"Now, bitch ... I wanna fuck! Up you get! Yeh! Thas' it!" He rose to
his feet, his cock still embedded in her cunt. "Now. Ben' over, whore.
More! Yeh! Thas' it! More!  Hol' the stand wi' your hands ... yeh,
thas it ... show me your butt ... yeh ... thas good!"

He moved her so that she was on her feet astride the bench and bent
steeply forward like a hairpin, her hands clenching the legs of the
bench. Her buttocks were splayed open under his hips. Anuja moaned,
biting her lower lip. The gold necklace swung forward against her
chin. The boy held still for a moment with his cock deep in her cunt,
his hands squeezing her pendulous breasts.

"Like it, heh, bitch?" he sniggered. "Like my rod in your crack, heh?"

"Oh yes!" she groaned thickly, her buttocks squirming eagerly against
his hips. "Oh god yes!"

"See if yer like this, then!" he grunted.

He took several deep breaths, exhaling sharply, rapidly and then fell
forward so that his body was curled over her behind like a second
hairpin over the first. His chin was at her hunched shoulders. She
groaned, and he nuzzled the nape of her neck, tongued her ear,
squeezed her breasts. Then his hands slid down and gripped the legs of
the bench above hers.

"Awright ... here we go, bitch ... One!"

He lifted his hips high, sliding his cock out of her cunt, making her
gasp at the sudden release in pressure till just the cock-head was in
her slit. He paused for a fraction of a second and then, with a loud
grunt, thrust down into her in a long, deep, piercing drive that drove
his cock deep into her cunt to the hilt.

"Oh mauhhh ahhhh uhhhhh OHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cried, her head snapping
up, her face contorting, her mouth jerking open, her lips drawing back
over her teeth, tendons popping in her throat.

Avinash clicked furiously.

"Two!" the boy shouted, and lifted out of her and thrust in again.

Anuja's ululating cry rang out over the deserted court and rang in the
empty stands. Her buttocks swayed and writhed against his crotch. Her
cunt convulsed frantically on his cock. It was incredibly good, big
and hot and hard, filling her cunt to its limit.

"Three!"

The teenager grunted and began to stroke powerfully and rhythmically
in and out of her cunt, rocking his hips up and down and back and
forth. His cock pistoned in and out of her cunt, glistening and
gleaming as it appeared and disappeared between the curved lobes of
her buttocks. He panted and gasped, concentrating in the arduous
position. Beneath him, Anuja's body trembled and shook and jerked with
his thrusts, her gold necklace jumping wildly, her breasts jiggling
violently with his thrusts.

"OHHHHHHH uhhh Oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhhh yes Dashrath yes oh
fuck yes ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes OH god yes!" she cried. "Ohhhhh uhhhh
ohhhhhhhhhh uhhhhh yes!"

"C'mon bitch ... take it!" he gasped. "Take it, you fuckin' whore!
Take my cock! Yeh! Thas it! Oh fuck yeh ... thas good ... yeh ...
thasit ... yeh ... oh yeh ... oh uhhh ahhh uhhh yeh uhhh *hanh* uhhh
*hanh* uhhh yeh ... ohhhh uhhh ahhh uhh ah uh ah uh ah ah uh ah uh ah
uh OHHHH!"

He straightened and grinned at Avinash.

"Click, motherfucker!" he laughed, his chest heaving. "Click more!
Click me fuckin' the bitch! See how she loves it, asshole! Loves my
dick in her pussy! Click more!"

He laughed and kept fucking her, his hands on his buttocks, swinging
his hips back and forth. Trapped on her hands and feet under him,
Anuja moaned and whimpered, her body rocking back and forth, her cunt
sliding to and fro along the length of his monstrous erection. Avinash
got shots of the enormous penis sawing in and out of her cunt, its
glistening enormity appearing and disappearing between the smoothly
curved lobes of her buttocks. Her swollen, pendulous breasts swung and
jiggled. Her face was a vision of lust above the bench. Avinash
dropped in a crouch and took several close-ups. The boy laughed down
at him. He held her hips and began moving faster, snapping his hips
and jerking them savagely around in a tight arc as he sent his cock
cork-screwing into her, entering her from all angles. Anuja gasped,
her hips swaying and rolling in unison with his. His fingers dug into
the soft flesh of her hips and buttocks as he moved her cunt back and
forth the length of his bloated penis to suit his pleasure.

"Take it, you fuckin' slut ... take it!" he grunted.

Her buttocks cleaved open and he fingered her dainty anus.

"Gonna take yer butt, too, whore ... gonna shove this fucker right up
yer asshole ... an' yer jes gonna love it!"

Suddenly he flipped forward over her again and began to move faster.
His hips rose and fell, rose and fell. His buttocks flexed and
unflexed. His thighs bounced off her buttocks, slapping loudly, his
balls swinging against her cunt-lips. Faster and faster he went and,
beneath him, Anuja gasped and cried out desperately, her face twisted
in an agony of joy, her body rocking and jerking under his. Faster
still and he began ram-fucking her furiously, lifting his hips and
slamming them down, slapping them at her buttocks with loud smacks,
whipping them from the waist, ramming and reaming his cock in and out
of her cunt like a trip-hammer at full blast.

Avinash kept his finger jammed on the motor-drive. The boy's hips rose
and fell, moving faster and faster. His huge cock thundered and
plunged and pistoned furiously in and out of her cunt. Her body rocked
and jerked and snapped under his thrusts. Her face was arched, her
head thrown back, her features contorted in a soundless grimace of
pure wanton lust, her mouth wide, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips
drawn back over her pearly teeth. Avinash moved behind them and took
several close-ups, catching the boy's buttocks flexing and unflexing
rapidly, his puckered anus winking as his buttocks opened and closed
with his movements.

"Take it!" he shouted, going faster and faster. "Take it, whore! Take
it! C'mon yeh c'mon yeh oh yeh oh fuck yeh oh yeh oh yeh oh yeh ohhh
fuck yes!"

"Ohhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhhhhh oh fuck yes uhhhh oh yes oh yes ohh yes
oh god Dashrath yes oh yes ohhhhhhh uhhhhh OH ma uh *hanh* uh ah uh
*hanh* uh ah uh *hanh* uhhh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhh uhhh
ohhh uhhh oh uhhh OHHHHH!"

Beneath him, Anuja was beyond words. She moaned and sobbed in joy, her
chest heaving as wave after wave of a violent orgasm wracked her body.
On and on he went, plundering her flesh without respite. Suddenly, he
rammed into her hard once, twice, three times. She moaned, expecting
his orgasm. Instead, he rocked to a stop, squeezed her breasts and
looked at Avinash.

"You got 'nuff flim, stud? Lotsa flim?"

Avinash looked at him over his viewfinder. "I have plenty of film,
yes."

The boy cackled. "Good. 'Cause yer gonna need it, hero ... yer really
gonna need it! I'm gonna fuck this dame for a long, long time 'fore
I'm done!"

Beneath him, Anuja moaned deliriously. Avinash looked at her, radiant
with joy, her body streaming with sweat and then looked back at the
ballboy coldly.

"Yes," he said. "Keep fucking her. Fuck her as much as you like." And
raised his camera again.

--------- END OF SECTION 9 OF 9 --------------

--------- END OF CHAPTER 15 ------------------

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