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Sibling Rivalry : 1 : Guardian's Angel

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

For a glossary of Indian words, see
http://thunder.prohosting.com/~cyrene/glossary/glossary.htm OR
http://home.onestop.net/cyrene/prose/glossary/glossary.htm

Story also shortly online at
http://thunder.prohosting.com/~cyrene/prose/hough/sibriv.htm

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The handsome man stirs in his sleep. The midsummer night is warm and
humid. The slowly creaking ceiling fan barely stirs the torpid air.
The bedsheets are flung back. In the soft light from the slumbering
city streets beyond the window, the man's bronzed, naked body glistens
lightly with sweat.

In his mid-forties, the man is astonishingly, almost impossibly,
good-looking. His features are even and regular, utterly masculine. He
is clean-shaven, with firm hollows in his cheeks, and has a square,
hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin. His aquiline nose is slightly
hooked, but this only adds to his aura of power. His hair is thick and
flecked with grey, especially at the temples. His mouth is wide and
firm. His eyes are set in deep sockets; when he is awake, they are
powerful and dominating and yet suffused with an animal's sensuality.

His body is superb, sculpted like an Assyrian bas-relief. The neck is
powerful but not squat, and leads to sprawling broad shoulders with
thick deltoids. The chest is wide and deeply cleaved, the pectorals
like two slabs of rock. His nipples are small and dark and pulled wide
and low on either side of the mighty W of his chest that sweeps from
armpit to armpit. His belly is rock-hard and flat and his waist is
small and his hips are high and narrow. His arms and legs are long and
bulge with musculature, with heavy biceps, triceps and quadriceps.

His torso, which is smooth and hairless, with even the armpits
depilated, slashes in a stunning V from his shoulders to his hips. The
bronzed skin is smooth and clear, stretched taut over his frame. His
buttocks are small and taut.

Between his powerfully muscled thighs, his penis curves limply over
his heavy balls. His cock is enormous; even in its flaccid state, it
is at least seven inches long and an inch and a half thick. His pubic
hair is short and springy, flecked with grey.

The teenage girl sitting beside the man studies his beautiful body.
She, too, is naked. She is very lovely, in the full bloom of youth.
She is very sexy. Slender and dusky, she has an elegant face, with
high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and
dark, elongated, *kajal*-rimmed eyes. Her mouth is sexy with a slender
upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw are
beautifully sculpted and firm. Her shoulder length hair is dark and
silky smooth, held by a plain cotton ring. She wears small diamond
earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around
her long and graceful neck. There are sexy hollows in her throat and
shoulders. Her body is stunningly curved. Her breasts are full and
ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples. Her belly is firm
and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks are delectable curves.
Her limbs are slender and well-turned with shapely legs and slender
ankles and wrists. Her fingers and toes are long and well-shaped.
Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair is neatly trimmed.

A thin rivulet of sweat courses down the man's chest, trickling
through the deep cleft between the pectorals and sliding lower.
Slowly, the girl bends over the man and, pushing her tongue out, laps
at the thread of perspiration, tracing its downward path. The man
murmurs and stirs awake.

"I don't believe it," he mumbles drowsily.

"Believe it," the girl whispers.

"You can't be horny again."

"I am. I'm always horny. I'll always be horny. Just looking at you
makes me horny."

"You must have been a rhinoceros in your last birth." The man is fully
awake now and he smiles at the teenager, caressing her face and
cupping her full, heavy, pendulous breasts.

"Actually, you're the one with the horn," the girl grins.

The man laughs softly. The girl's face is soft and gentle against his
hard chest. She drags her tongue up his torso, lapping at the tacky
flesh and swirls her tongue around his hard nipple. The man sighs in
pleasure. She fastens her lips around his nipple and sucks gently. Her
teeth scrape across the hard knob, and her tongue whips it gently. It
is a delicate, exquisite feeling. Her fleshy breasts brush against his
body and he slides his hand up and down her back, caressing her
tenderly, fondling her pendulous breasts. Slowly, she drags her lips
and tongue across his body to the other nipple.

The man bides his time, surrendering to the young girl's
ministrations. She is very skilled, very adroit. The man waits
patiently. He, too, is a powerful lover and knows how to contain
himself to prolong the pleasure for both of them.

Gradually, the girl moves lower, tracing the contours of his body with
her fingertips and lips and teeth and tongue. Lower and lower she
goes. Her breasts brush his loins. Kissing his hard belly and dragging
her tongue through his navel, the girl writhes her torso so that her
breasts wobble and stroke his long, thick penis. It is a wonderful
feeling. With a soft groan, she presses her breasts down on his cock,
her lips hot on his belly. His cock stirs and begins to harden and
thicken and lengthen. The girl rises and her fingers encircle his
shaft and cup his balls. The man grunts softly. She masturbates him
deftly, flipping the foreskin back over the thick cock-head. His cock
gets harder and harder.

"C'mon ... suck it," the man mutters.

The girl whimpers in pleasure. The man knows that she loves sucking
cock, and she does it extremely well. Now her tongue ripples up his
shaft and, with a sudden, maddeningly brief twirl, snakes around his
bulging cock-head. The man gasps. His cock quivers and hardens. She
continues masturbating him steadily. His cock is now fully ten inches
long, over two and half inches thick, a massive, gorged pillar of male
cartilage, ridged with thick, pulsating veins. The cock-shaft is
smoothly shorn down to the hilt, as is his scrotum. The girl knows the
reason why he keeps his cock shaved: When he enters her, especially in
the anus, it is effortless and delightful for them both.

The musky taste and odour of his cock are irresistible. The girl
groans and, opening her mouth wide, slips her lips around his cock and
starts sucking it. Her tongue works his cock-head relentlessly. The
man gasps and moans, one hand on her head, which now bobs up and down
over his lap. His hips writhe and buck under her face. He moves her
head up and down to suit his pleasure. His cock glistens and gleams as
it runs in and out of her mouth and he cranes his neck to watch her.
Her mouth is wonderful, warm and moist and her tongue is electric on
his cock-head. Pre-cum gunk spurts from the long slit in his cock-head
as she prises it with her tongue, and she moans and swallows his seed.
He knows that she likes drinking jizz and will not mind if he decides
to come in her mouth. He has often done so in the past.

"Want to come in my mouth?" she offers, mumbling, still wantonly
licking his penis. Her lips shine with his jizz.

"No. Keep sucking still. I want to fuck you."

"Good," she smiles. "I want to be fucked."

She bends her head again and the man sighs and sinks back into the
soft pillows, revelling in the marvels of her ministrations.

"Mm ... yes ... that's good ... yes ... keep sucking ... yeh, that's
good ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... keep going, baby ... mm ... yes!
Ohhhh uhhh yes ... c'mon ... suck it harder, bitch! Oh fuck yes!"

Her head bent over her lover's lap, his penis filling her mouth, the
bewitchingly sexy teenager groans softly in pleasure. She is in deep
rut and she slides her hands up and down her body, fondling her
swollen breasts, rummaging in her crotch and toying with her wet slit.
Pausing briefly, moaning and whimpering sensuously, she kisses and
licks his belly and, once again, squeezes her swollen breasts over his
now rampant penis. The hard mass of cock-flesh throbs between her soft
breasts. She runs the sticky cock-head over her breast-tips, smearing
her aureoles and stiff nipples with his gunk. The man sighs and pushes
her head down again. The girl groans and slowly slips her lips about
his penis and resumes sucking it.

At last the man is satisfied. He tugs at her shoulders and, lifting
her head, she slithers up his magnificent body, kissing and licking
him wantonly. He cups and fondles her heavy breasts, fingering her
nipples. She bends her head to his and kisses him, thrusting her
tongue into his mouth, sucking on his tongue as he responds. Her
breasts crush hot against his chest and he can feel the wetness of her
slit on his cock between her thighs.

"Want me to lick your slit?" he asks.

She shakes her head. "I'm wet already. Later. Now I want your cock in
my cunt, lover. C'mon ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!"

"Say please."

"Please fuck me hard."

The man laughs softly. "Whatever you say, my lovely little bint!
Whatever you say!"

The girl spreads her legs and, kneeling astride the man's lean hips,
leaning forward on one outstretched arm, uses her free hand to
manoeuvre his hugely distended penis to her sodden cunt. Her cunt-lips
open easily and, flexing her buttocks, she eases her cunt down onto
his cock-head and part of his shaft with a shuddering moan. The man
chews his lower lip. Her cunt is incredibly hot and tight as a vise.
The girl groans softly and, squeezing his cock eagerly with her cunt,
rocking gently back and forth, leans forward on both hands. The man
slides his hands up her body and cups her pendulous breasts. He
squeezes the fleshy mounds together and, craning his neck, sucks
sharply on both nipples. The girl gasps, arching her lovely face.

"Oh god yes!" she groans. "I love fucking you!"

The man notices that she does not say she loves him, but doesn't mind.
He knows it is the truth. This girl loves being fucked; there are few
men to whom she is emotionally attached and he is not one of them. So
long as the sex is satisfying, she is generally indifferent to any
emotional bonds.

"C'mon, take it!" he growls and, sliding his hands down her back,
gripping her buttocks, pulls her lower and deeper onto his cock.

The girl whimpers softly, her body writhing, her face suffused with
pleasure, a mask of wanton desire and lust. Her hips grind in tight,
erotic circles.

"Ohhh ... uhhh yes ... oh god yes!" she gasps. "C'mon! Fuck me! Ohhhh
god your cock's so good in my slit!"

She runs her tongue slowly over her slim upper lip in an utterly
wanton gesture. Her nostrils are flared, her eyes bright and glassy
with lust. Her breasts are hot and heavy. The gold necklace around her
neck twinkles as it sways and swings to and fro. Her cunt slides lower
and lower, engulfing his entire penis, taking all ten inches of it
fully in her flesh. It convulses and contracts fiercely on his
throbbing erection and its heat and wetness are overpowering. The man
arches his hips and thrusts his cock powerfully into her flesh. The
girl hisses in pleasure, her head sinking between her arms, her mouth
open, panting softly like a bitch in heat. She moves her hips round
and round in tight, churning circles and the man groans as her hot,
taut cunt cramps on his penis. Slowly, she begins to rock and buck
over him, lifting her hips so that her cunt rising up along the length
of his cock. She pauses fractionally with just the cock-head and a bit
of his shaft in her slit and then, with a shuddering moan, lets her
hips sink to swallow his tumescence again. Gripping her slender waist,
the man begins to move with her. He never takes his eyes off her face,
transfixed by her beauty, by the blissful radiance on her lovely
features.

She is so much like her sister, he thinks, and yet so different. The
elder girl, recently married, has a meekness of spirit. She, too, is a
fabulous piece of ass and a magnificent ride in her own soft,
submissive way, but in bed, he has not known the elder sibling to be
as demanding, or to take the initiative as often as this one.
Certainly, in the days when he fucked the elder girl regularly, she
surrendered herself without question when he demanded satisfaction,
and never denied him his pleasure in any manner he chose.

Even her marriage a few months ago to a childhood sweetheart hasn't
changed a thing. On learning that he was to be in town, the elder girl
made a special effort to make herself available for his pleasure. On
his first night in town, she kept him company and, hungry after his
long absence, the man had fucked her relentlessly for several hours.
Later, as they rested, he asked after the younger girl, presuming she
was out partying with friends. He was stunned when the elder sister
told him that two girls had swapped places so that the elder's husband
of a few months was enjoying his teenage sister-in-law while his wife
slept with another man. The man was delighted. He knew that the
younger girl was a magnificent lover -- already, he had slept with her
often -- but he never suspected that the two girls would have this
delightfully freewheeling approach to fornication even after the
elder's marriage. The next night, he asked for them both and was
overjoyed to find them utterly uninhibited. They devoured him
hungrily, sucking his cock, the elder mounting his penis while the
younger sat her slit on his face. They fell asleep at dawn, exhausted
and sweating. Waking, he fucked them again, one by one and then
together. They spent the entire day with him, and, for his pleasure,
even had incestuous lesbian sex using the dildoes and vibrators he
gifted them. That night, he went uninvited to the elder's girl's
matrimonial home and watched as her husband fucked first her and then
her sister, taking them furiously. Later, he invited the elder girl's
husband to join them, and two or three servants who had fucked the
girls before, and there was a wild, exhausting, exhilarating orgy that
lasted several hours.

Yet, despite the shared love for sex, the two girls were very
different. This difference was typified in their approach to anal sex.
While both enjoyed it now, he suspected the elder one had to be coaxed
into it while the younger one probably wanted it the very first time
she got laid. Indeed, the younger one surprised him by demanding it of
him when they first fucked. The younger girl is in a class of her own.

The man smiles to himself. He never ceases to marvel at his amazing
good fortune. Few men, he reflects, have the privilege of such
unbridled passion for sex in their lovers.

The two girls -- the teenager whimpering and gasping in pleasure on
his penis now and her elder sister -- are orphans. Their parents died
tragically in a motor accident when the elder girl was sixteen. The
younger child was but fourteen years old at the time. The two
innocents were utterly helpless and, in the hard city, easy prey for
ever-hungry men.

The man was abroad when he heard the news. The girls' parents were his
closest friends, distantly related and, in a time and place when he
himself faced utter ruin, the couple stood by him. They asked no
questions, demanded no explanations. They were just there. Gentle,
simple folk, they helped him as best they could even relegating to
second place their own needs and those of their small daughters, till
he, a virtual stranger, overcame the darkness that spread like a
shroud before him. His debt to them was beyond reckoning. Shattered by
the news, the man returned to the city that had driven him from its
embrace so long ago.

Again, no questions were asked. No answers or explanations were
needed. With their parents gone, the girls had no other family but him
and it seemed natural that he should now take charge of the girls
without further ado. He provided for them, put clothes on their backs
and food in their bellies, paid for their schooling. If anything, he
was too indulgent, and the girls did as they pleased. The parents had
left enough money and a small comfortable two-bedroom house. It wasn't
in a posh locality but that hardly mattered. The girls had their
friends and companions and the house was filled with their laughter.

By now, his business was flourishing and he was frequently forced away
from the house, sometimes for several weeks at a time. During these
occasions, an army of servants, part-time and full-time, tended to the
house and the girls' needs. Just how well the staff tended to the
girls' needs he found out only later. Within a few months of her
parents' death, the elder girl lost her virginity to a handsome,
masculine servant. Others followed. By the time she was seventeen, the
elder girl was sleeping regularly with every servant in the block. She
enjoyed having strangers sweat over her writhing body, filling her
flesh with theirs, calling her exciting gutter-names. As for the
younger one, she, too, grew up quickly, sooner, perhaps, than nature's
wont. Spying on her elder sister moaning passionately in the arms of a
stranger, experimenting with a girlfriend from the neighbourhood, the
younger girl followed the example set by her sibling. At fifteen, she,
too, surrendered to the clamour of her delectable flesh with another
servant, enticing him to fuck her in the kitchen while, a few houses
away, her sister copulated in a frenzy with two servants
simultaneously.

The man suspected nothing. He continued to travel, flying in and out
of the city at unexpected intervals. When he was in residence, the
girls seemed to lead normal, reasonably happy lives, spending time
with friends, going to movies and discussing the things all teenage
girls discuss. But the day he left, the atmosphere in the house
changed completely. Immediately, both girls ran amok in the
never-ending stream of hot, hard male flesh that clamoured for their
services. They were close, and hid nothing from each other. Indeed,
once she found that her younger sister, too, was sleeping around, the
elder girl took charge of her sexual tutelage and instructed some of
her more skillful lovers to hone the youngster's skills. The younger
one had a natural aptitude for fucking. In the endless stream of
servants from the neighbourhood who called on them, the two teenage
girls found a cornucopia of delightful tumescence to sate their sexual
needs. They were careful not to do anything too noticeable. They did
not whore. If one was using the house, the other went elsewhere with
her companion. At night, when they were alone, the two sisters
revelled in each other's bodies and had prolonged incestuous lesbian
sex without shame or guilt.

Although, finally, it mattered little, it was they who seduced him.
Returning to the city after a prolonged absence, he suddenly noticed
that the elder girl had blossomed into a lovely, fair-skinned creature
with attractive curves. She was bright and lively, with a cute face,
an irresistible mouth and sparkling deep brown eyes.

He fucked her for the first time the night after he arrived. He was
working at the roll-top desk in the hall when the teenager came in
with a tall glass of cold coffee with ice-cream for him. The man
looked at her and, for the first time, saw her as a woman. She was
wearing a flimsy pink nightgown and nothing else. It was open down the
front and loosely belted. Made of some translucent material, it hid
nothing and it clung closely to her contours. The man saw the swell of
her breasts and the stiff stubs of her nipples each surrounded by a
bright, puckered corona. The lapels were open and showed her entire
cleavage, with the breasts thrusting proudly at the soft material; and
the robe remained open even lower, till just above the belt.
Involuntarily, his eyes slid down her body and he saw that under the
belt, too, the gown had split open, revealing the dark delta of her
crotch. The man sucked in his breath sharply and felt his pulse
quicken.

The girl smiled prettily and gently and placed the glass on the desk
at his elbow. As she bent forward slightly, her robe opened and he saw
the full swell of her breasts and her naked midriff beneath it. The
man looked at her stunned. Her deep brown eyes seemed strangely
luminescent. Her body was very close to hers and he could feel the
soft, silken warmth and smell the clean, gentle perfume of her flesh.

She was ravishing, irresistible. Her silken hair was pulled back and
held behind her head with a flat, broad clip. She wore a gold bangle
on one wrist, little studs in her ears and gold necklace. There were
rings on her fingers which were square and sensible.

The man tried to quell his rising hunger. He had not fucked a woman in
several weeks, and he desperately needed the release. But she was his
ward, the daughter of his closest friends; she was family. He shook
his head and turned his eyes away. This was not possible. This was
wrong.

The girl made no attempt to leave him. She straightened and stepped
back slightly behind his chair. The man sipped his drink and turned
back to the papers on the desk. The figures and words swam before his
eyes in a meaningless jumble. He was acutely aware of her presence,
and proximity. He couldn't ignore her forever.

"Thank you for the coffee," he murmured softly, turning his face to
her and smiling slightly.

She returned the smile. "You're welcome. I thought you might enjoy
it."

"It's very good."

"You seem tired."

"I am. It's been an exhausting trip. No rest at all."

"Shall I massage your shoulders?" Her voice had dropped to a soft,
erotic whisper.

The girl didn't wait for his answer. Her fingers pressed into his
muscular shoulders and neck and she began kneading the flesh. She was
surprisingly adept at it and, within seconds, the man began to feel
more relaxed as she worked the tension out of his body. In the warmth
of the night, he was wearing nothing but his pajama bottom and her
fingers were gentle yet insistent on his naked flesh.

"Does that feel good?" She bent over him and he could feel her warm
breath on his face and cheek.

"Very," he murmured. "It's wonderful."

The man closed his eyes and tilted his head back over the backrest of
the chair. The girl's fingers continued to massage his shoulders and
neck.

"My," she said. "You really are tense. You shouldn't work so hard."

"I have to. My business requires it of me."

Her hands began to drift. The man sensed them sliding around his neck
to caress his face, then gliding lower and lower, down his broad, deep
chest. He kept still. Her fingers caressed his torso and her palms
were soft on his nipples.

The man struggled to keep his eyes shut. It was obvious that she was
trying to seduce him. His conscience and mind told him to push her
away, to stop her now before it got too late, but his heart and body
would not listen. He felt the girl's lips on his upturned forehead. He
forced himself to be still. Her lips moved lower, soft and gentle. He
felt them move down his face. They met his tenderly. The man froze.
The girl's lips parted and he felt her tongue slipping outward, trying
to force itself into his mouth. Her fingers pincered his nipples,
flicked the hard stubs sharply. It was too much to bear. His lips
opened hesitantly and her tongue snaked into his mouth, soft and wet
and determined. He felt it touch his own, swirl through his mouth and,
drawing his tongue out and up into her mouth, she sucked it tenderly
and wantonly.

Her hands slid down his chest and over his belly and her fingertips
slipped under the waistband of his pajamas. He groaned as he felt her
fingers brush his pubic hair and the base of his cock. His penis had
swelled involuntarily and there was nothing he could do now to hide
it.

"Please ... don't!" he gasped, breaking the kiss.

The girl didn't answer, didn't stop. In his crotch, her fingers
encircled the thickness of his shaft. He turned his face and her
tongue swirled erotically through his ear and she nibbled his lobe.

"I want you," she hissed. "I want you!"

With a struggle, the man broke free, sitting up, panting heavily. "For
heaven's sake no!" he gasped. "We can't do this!"

The girl didn't reply. Her fingers caressed his penis, almost
wonderingly, and he groaned as she cupped his balls and ran her
fingertips up and down his shaft and over his thick, bulging
cock-head. Her lips fluttered over his face, her tongue flickering
sensuously at his ears and lips. Her gown had opened and he felt the
fleshy softness of her breasts against his face.

The temptation was too strong. He was about to succumb and take her
breasts in his mouth when the girl stopped, rising slowly, sliding her
hands out of his pajamas and straightening.

"Why don't you lie down on the couch?" she murmured with a smile.
"I'll get some oil and give you a proper massage. Come on, you'll feel
much better."

The girl didn't wait for an answer. She left the room to fetch a
bottle of creamy lotion. When she returned, the man saw that her face
was even more flushed, bright and glowing with excitement. The belt of
her gown had loosened further and she made no attempt to cover her
naked body. The man could see her naked midriff and her breasts and
thighs were almost fully exposed.

"Come on then," she said softly.

The man was in no state to resist. He obeyed meekly, and moved to the
wide, low divan across the hall and lay down on his front. He closed
his eyes and pillowed his head on his crossed forearms, his face
turned to one side.

"Not like that," the girl murmured. "Stretch your arms out. Yes,
that's it."

She moved the round bolsters and cushions off the divan and he
slithered to its centre and stretched his arms loosely. His powerful
shoulders knotted. He felt the girl move on the couch to straddle his
thighs, just under his buttocks. He didn't move. There was the sudden
sting of cold, sticky lotion in the middle of his back and he squirmed
slightly.

"Relax," she murmured. "Just relax."

Slowly, steadily, the girl worked the lotion into his body, kneading
his body with surprising skill. The man groaned softly in pleasure as
the tension began to ebb from his body. She worked the hard knots of
muscle in his back and shoulders, moved to his neck and then to his
upper arms, slowing moving down to his forearms, doing each in turn,
working in silence. She took more lotion and worked him over again.
The man's mind began to drift. The girl worked his back without a
word, moving from his shoulders to the small of his back. He felt her
hesitate at his waist. The man took the plunge. He was no longer
thinking. The past sloughed from his mind. This was not going to
change a thing; if anything, it would make things better. They would
become closer. It was natural, for this was no child. This was a woman
who needed a man, wanted a man. He was glad that she had chosen him.

"Keep going," he murmured. "Don't stop there, finish the massage. You
don't want to stop now, do you?"

"No." The girl's voice was soft and sexy.

"Come on then."

He lifted his hips slightly and she passed her hand under his waist
and tugged at the drawcord of his pajamas. The loosened immediately.
He let his hips sink back when she pulled his pajamas down over his
buttocks. She pulled them lower and he let her take them off
altogether. Now he lay naked on his front on the couch, his eyes
closed. The girl paused and moistened her lips as she studied his
superb body. Trembling with excitement, she straddled his calves and
picked up the bottle of lotion. Slowly, she tipped it over his
buttocks. The man gasped. The pale, sticky fluid trickled slowly over
the taut mounds and seeped into the cleft between them. The girl began
massaging the cream into his buttocks. The man sighed in pleasure. His
erection pressed into the couch. He shuffled his legs apart and lifted
his hips slightly. The girl bit her lower lip in tension. She could
see the darkness of his anus and, beneath, caught her first glimpse of
his heavy scrotum and thick penis. His cock and balls were smoothly
shaved, she saw. Taking the bottle of lotion yet again, she dribbled
more into the crack between his buttocks. The man sighed as the cold
fluid trickled over his asshole. Slowly, the girl began massaging his
flesh, her fingers kneading the buttocks, moving inward to his anus.
She touched his anus and her fingers crept lower to cup his balls and
stroke his mammoth erection. The man writhed. The girl pressed her
fingertip to his anus and the man groaned softly and yielded. She
pressed her finger into his ass and gently masturbated it, pumping his
shaft with the other.

"Mm ... that's lovely," he murmured.

"Turn over."

The man was no longer thinking. The girl slipped off the bed and, with
a soft moan, the man turned over on his back. The girl knelt across
his thighs. The man opened his eyes. She was looking at him with raw
desire in her eyes. Her face was suffused with naked lust, the
nostrils flared, the pretty lips parted, the eyes glassy and bright.
Her gown had parted even at the belt and he could see her cunt
clearly. The girl ran her tongue sexily over her upper lip and then
bent slowly forward and kissed him again. This time, his lips parted
readily and unhesitatingly and her tongue slipped through into his
mouth. He groaned. Without thinking, he slid his hands up her body and
caressed her face and neck. She turned her face and sucked sexily on
his fingertips. He drew his fingers down her face and throat, slid
them under her gown and over her breasts. The girl shuddered and
arched her head, closing her eyes. Her breasts were full and heavy and
ripe, the nipples quivering stiffly. The man pulled the belt open and
slipped the gown off her shoulders. He cupped her breasts and squeezed
them tenderly, marvelling at their weight and fullness, the hardness
of her nipples. She bit her lower lip in tension. She was very
beautiful, very desirable. The man smiled. It no longer mattered. He
smiled tenderly at her.

"You're very lovely," he murmured and pulled her face down to his to
kiss her again. He could sense the wave of relief and pleasure that
swept through her. Her breasts were hot and heavy on his chest and the
hunger in her kiss was evident from the way her tongue probed and
darted in his mouth. "Come," he said. "Will you finish the massage
first?"

The girl understood and smiled radiantly. "Yes," she whispered. "I
will."

His eyes twinkling, the man waited. The girl was panting with
excitement now and she bit her lower lip to contain herself. Her hands
trembled as she took more lotion and slowly began to rub it into his
skin. The man waited, raising his arms above his head. She worked his
chest and neck and shoulders, tipped a puddle of lotion on his belly.
Their eyes stayed locked. She took more lotion and dribbled it on his
lower belly. The girl groaned thickly and began to massage lotion into
his penis and balls. The man's erection was huge and his cock throbbed
in her fingers as she worked the shaft tenderly, masturbating him.

"Mm, that feels good," the man murmured slyly, teasing her. "Keep
going. That's wonderful."

She moved down his legs, then up again to his crotch, unable to
resist. The man spread his legs apart.

"What lotion are you using?"

"Er ... this ... what you ... um ... brought for us."

"It smells good."

"Yes."

"What does it taste like?"

His eyes burned into hers. The girl groaned loudly in relief and her
head sank into his crotch and her mouth opened and engulfed his
erection. The man gasped loudly, arching his back, and struggled to
stifle his explosion. His balls ached and throbbed for release. The
teenager's mouth felt wonderful, warm and moist. She sucked his cock
slowly and deeply, moving her head up and down over his lap, pumping
his shaft in her fist and, with the foreskin flipped back, working his
cock-head with her tongue. The man was certain now that she was no
virgin, that he was not her first lover. For a moment, he wondered who
it might have been and then the sensations in his loins overcame him
and he put it out of his mind. He would find out later.

He decided to give her a surprise. He would come in her mouth. She
might be disappointed, but she didn't know of his experience, stamina,
skill and powers of recovery. His erection would not wane and he could
fuck her again for a long time after orgasming.

As it turned out, it was she who surprised him. She stopped and got
off the couch. He looked up startled and saw that she had crossed to
the desk to get the glass of cold coffee, still half-full. She
returned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Before he could react, she
took a large sip of the liquid and some ice-cream and then took his
cock in her mouth again. The man gasped and arched steeply. The
feeling was incredible. The cold liquid oozed over his hot, hard,
throbbing penis.

"Oh fuck yes!" he cried.

The girl began sucking his cock faster and faster, working his
cock-head with her tongue, laving his penis with the cold coffee and
ice-cream. She took more in her mouth and sucked him again. Then,
bending his penis and tilting the glass, she pushed his cock into the
drink. The man's body writhed and twisted in a delightful agony on the
bed. The heat surged and roiled in his balls. She took his cock in her
mouth and now it was too much. He exploded with a loud moan. The jizz
spurted from his cock-head and shot and shot and shot into her mouth.
The girl held his cock in her mouth, swallowing his jizz with the
drink, sucking him hungrily, jerking his cock in her fist. Moaning,
she lifted her head. Jizz dribbled down her chin. His cock sputtered
and spattered her breasts and neck. She groaned in pleasure. He kept
coming and coming. The man moaned thickly as his body subsided.

Gently, the girl took his cock in her mouth again. It was still
rock-hard, as he knew it would be. He took several deep breaths and
began his sexual meditation, a skill acquired under the tutelage of
one his early lovers. It was part yoga, part mind-power and he was
adept at it now. He felt his balls surge with a fresh load of jizz.

The girl lifted her head and he saw the joy and surprise in her eyes
and he chuckled softly. He pulled her head away from his crotch and
drew her up over him. They kissed slowly and deeply and her cunt was
over his rampant penis, already wet and open.

She reached down and guided him to her hole and with a loud shudder,
sank her hips. The man groaned, crushing her swollen breasts in his
hands and arched his hips under her, thrusting his penis deep into her
cunt. It was hot and wet and tight as a vise and it convulsed
powerfully on his throbbing penis. Lower and lower her cunt sank till
she had it all embedded deep in her cunt. She gasped and moaned,
biting her lower lip and leaned over him on outstretched arms, her
breasts swollen and pendulous, her face tilted up, her eyes squeezed
shut. The man craned his neck and, squeezing her breasts together,
sucked on both simultaneously. The girl's head arched and she gasped.
The man slid his hands down her back and squeezed her buttocks.

"OHHHHHHHHH uhhh Oh ma uhhhh ohhhhh!" the girl gasped.

Whimpering and gasping, mewing with lust, she began rocking back and
forth above him, moving her cunt up and down the length of his penis.
The man smiled, watching the spasms of lust on her face and moved in
rhythm with her, rocking his hips in unison with hers. Her cunt ground
up and down his cock-shaft. She gasped and moaned. Her breasts bounced
and jiggled. The gold necklace around her neck tossed on her creamy
skin. She began moving faster and faster, with rising urgency as her
orgasm neared. The man allowed her to take her pleasure and matched
her pace. Her buttocks bounced off his thighs and her cries grew
louder and sharper and her face screwed up with lust and her head
flipped from side to side.

"OH! OHHHHH uhh Oh ma oh ma ohma uhhhhh OHHHHHH!" the teenager cried.
"Oh yes Oh yes oh yes oh god yes oh god yes!"

Faster and faster they moved, the man watching her, the girl beyond
caring. He crushed her breasts in his hands, squeezed her buttocks,
jerked her up and down on his cock, whipped his hips up and down under
her hips, plunging his penis steeply in and out of her flesh. With a
low, guttural moan the girl came, her cunt convulsing frantically on
the man's throbbing, rock-hard cock. The man dragged her down hard
onto his cock and arched stiffly under her, holding her still till the
orgasm ebbed, groaning as he felt the sharp sting of her juices
flooding his cock. He held back effortlessly. He planned to fuck her
again.

Gasping and panting, the girl sank on top of him. The man held her
close, caressing her naked back and buttocks, stroking her head. They
kissed tenderly and gently. Her breasts were hot and heavy on his
chest.

"I want to fuck you again," the man murmured, his tongue in her ear.

"I want it, too," she said, squirming against him.

Gently, the man rolled over with her under him and slid slowly out of
her.

"Now it's my turn," he murmured, and picked up the bottle of lotion.

For the next forty-five minutes, the man toyed with his teenage ward's
body. He massaged her with the cream, kneading it into her breasts and
face and neck and shoulders and belly, into her groin, and used his
fingers and tongue and teeth on her nipples and slit and ass. The girl
panted with lust.

He masturbated her slowly and unhurriedly in her cunt and ass
together, using his thumb in her cunt while his long, thick finger
probed and twisted this way and that in her anus and his tongue
whipped her rigid, quivering nipples wickedly. The girl thrashed
uncontrollably on the bed.

"OHHHHH!" she cried. "Oh ma uhhh Oh yes uhhhh OHHHHHH!"

The man grinned and, pushing his face into her crotch, began
tongue-fucking her. The teenager gasped and cried out, her body
arching and bowing on the bed, lurching back and forth with sexy
little jerks as though she was being fucked as he tormented her gorged
clitoris with his tongue and teeth. When she came to the brink of a
wild orgasm, he stopped. She moaned her lust and frustration. Smiling,
the man moved up over her and pushed his cock into her mouth again.
She sucked him hungrily. He turned around and they locked in a hot,
eager sixty-nine. Again, he stoked her cunt-fire deftly just till she
was about to explode and paused. By now, the girl was trembling and
whimpering, quivering with excitement, moaning obscenely for him.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, spreading her legs and clawing her cunt-lips
open. "Oh god c'mon ... fuck me hard!"

Chuckling softly, the man bent over her between her spread legs. She
reached between his thighs for his cock, guiding him to her cunt. He
paused and she arched her hips eagerly to his. He took a deep breath
and then, flexing his buttocks, sank his hips. His cock ran into her
smoothly and deeply in a single long thrust, penetrating deep into her
cunt like a hot knife into butter. Beneath him, the girl arched and
gasped, the breath rushing from her throat as the huge penis surged
powerfully deeper and deeper.

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard UHHHHH OH!"

"C'mon! Take it!" the man gasped and, bending his head, kissed her
deeply.

For the next hour and a half, he fucked his teenage ward without
respite. The girl was a revelation, astonishing him with her dexterity
and appetite. No matter what he did, she took it, and begged for more.
He fucked her on her back, leaning over her with his hands on her
heavy breasts, rocking his hips back and forth, running his huge cock
deeply in and out of her tight cunt. He fucked her from behind, bent
over her body, his hips cannoning against her buttocks, his mouth
jammed to hers, his hands crushing her breasts. He took her astride
him, her back to him, and fucked her kneeling upright. He licked her
slit and they sixty-nined. Finally, anointing her anus with the lotion
she had used on him, he sodomized her with slow, measured strokes. The
girl orgasmed repeatedly. He fucked her cunt again and, this time,
taking her from behind, powered into her flesh hungrily, slapping his
hips at hers, astride her hips in a deep squat till he could contain
himself no longer. With a loud, shuddering moan, he let himself go,
emptying his copious load in her slit in relief. The girl was sweating
and panting, moaning deliriously when he was finally sated and slid
out of her flesh.

They spent the night together in the hall. They woke once in the
middle of the night, and she roused him again by sucking his cock.
They fucked once more and he took her from behind, lying behind her
and thrusting eagerly in and out of her body till he was done. They
lay together in silence, their naked, sweating bodies entwined, hers
flung across his. He caressed her gently.

"Tell me about your lovers," he murmured.

"Which ones?" she smiled, stroking his thick penis, licking his
nipple. "I have several."

"I can imagine. Tell me about them all."

"There are too many."

"Take one to begin with. The first."

The girl spoke easily and without hesitation or shame or fear of
reprisal. The man listened in silence, astonished by her narration of
what she and her sister had been up to while he was away. He felt
strangely excited by her story as she told him of the servants who
trooped through the house to enjoy the two girls, sweating and
labouring over the eager, quivering teenagers who never seemed to get
enough. As she spoke, she aroused him get again, gently kissing and
licking his body, sucking his cock yet again till he was hard once
more. With a loud groan, he took her again, turning her on her front
and squeezing his throbbing penis into her cunt from behind as she lay
on her front, her buttocks raised and pressed to his hips. He bent
over her and she turned her face so that he could kiss her. He
squeezed her heavy breasts and she moaned, pushing her tongue sexily
in and out of his mouth.

Later, he told her he wanted to fuck her sister, too.

"So do it," she said. "Just ask her and she'll spread her legs. She
does it for pretty much every other guy, no reason why she should say
no to you. But not till next week."

"Why not?"

"I want you to myself for one week. Then you can fuck her."

"All right. But I want to fuck you both together, too."

"The week after next."

The man laughed. "You're crazy."

"Yes. About being fucked. Now c'mon ... fuck me ... mm ... yes ...
shove it in deeper ... ahhhhhhh yes, there! Ohhh god yes ... ohhh
that's so good ... you know ... you should see us ... watch us ...
with the servants ... it's so sexy!"

The weeks that followed were the most incredible, intense period the
man had ever known. For one week, he fucked the elder girl nightly. A
week later, he had the younger one, and it was as effortless as the
elder sister had said it would be. He just summoned her to the
bedroom, waiting in his jock-strap and nothing else. The younger one
came in wearing a shirt and nothing else. Without a word, she knelt
before him and began sucking his cock. She was even more magnificent
than the elder girl, hotter, more demanding, far hungrier.

After they fucked, she told him she had been watching him fuck her
sister since that first night and waiting for her turn had been
torture. Aroused, he fucked her furiously again and she gasped and
moaned her pleasure. He fucked her every night for a week. The third
week was heaven, when he had both sisters together and the pleasure
was so unbearable intense that the man thought it to be a dream from
which he never wanted to wake.

After that they settled into a routine, where he alternated between
the girls, taking both together every third night. Some nights, he
watched them with the servants and the elder girl was right, it was
incredibly erotic to watch. The men came in and the girls fucked with
them as they might with any lover, giving themselves utterly and
without reserve to each man who asked for satisfaction.

It was the girls who first came up with the idea of having an orgy.
The man was entranced and asked that the girls choose their favourite
lovers from among the servant-lovers who fucked them regularly. They
chose wisely and well. The orgy was a huge success and the man
remembered each girl taking three men simultaneously in her cunt and
mouth and ass as it ended.

Watching them was such intense pleasure that the man started shooting
photographs and videos. All three enjoyed watching replays and never
failed to get aroused. They would settle down before the television
and before the tape ran out, they would be copulating in a frenzy that
lasted for hours.

They changed his life. Ravi was never the same again. Being parted
from them for even a day was a terrible wrench. No whore in the world
satisfied him as they did. Wherever he was, in Paris or Vienna or
Tokyo or Stockholm or San Francisco, he longed to be back with his
wards.

He bought them expensive sex-toys, dildoes, vibrators, sheaths and
gimmicks of all kinds; he bought sexy videos by the cartload. The
girls loved each new toy and he was constantly amazed by their
inventiveness. They loved the huge twin-dildo with they could fuck
each other in cunt and ass while they sucked off two servants.

Ravi enjoyed having them together. Maya, the younger, would mount her
elder sister, Sonu with a double-headed dildo/vibrator, one end in
each cunt and then they would work his cock and balls and ass
together. While Sonu lay on her back and sucked his balls and rimmed
his ass, Maya sucked his cock hungrily. Then they switched positions,
and Ravi went mad with lust, unable to decide who was better at doing
what to which part of his body.

Ravi tried to shift his business to Bombay, but it wouldn't work. He
was forced away for weeks together and these were the most terrible
torture. The girls, he knew, didn't mind. They had as many lovers as
they wanted. And when he returned, they were always ready and waiting
for him, devouring his flesh with a passion that consumed his entire
being. Then he fucked Maya in her cunt while she licked Sonu's slit;
then Maya sat on Sonu's face while he fucked the elder one's cunt; and
so on and on, without respite for hours on end.

Now Ravi groans, kneeling behind Maya, his cock thrust deep into her
cunt. On all fours before him, she whimpers and gasps, writhing and
squirming her delectable buttocks against his, her breasts succulent
and pendulous, her gold necklace swinging as she moves. He holds her
slender waist and fucks her slowly and heavily, rocking his hips to
and fro, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock grinding and
pistoning rhythmically in and out of the teenager's slit. She turns
her face over her shoulder and he leans forward to kiss her, thrusting
his tongue into her open mouth, his hands sliding up her body to cup
her full, generous breasts, marvelling at their weight and the
perfection of their form.

"C'mon Ravi ... fuck me!" she murmurs. "Fuck me hard ... c'mon, do
it!"

Ravi groans and, spreading his legs, straddles her slender, curved
body, bent over her in a steep arch, his arms outstretched, hands on
the bed. She groans and he lifts his hips steeply and, with a
shuddering moan, thrusts down hard and deep and fast into her flesh.
Maya gasps and cries out, her head arching, her face twisting and
contorting in a rictus of lust. Ravi lifts his hips and slams his cock
into her again, drawing another passionate cry.

"OHHHHHHHHH uhhhh OHHHH yes! Oh fuck yes! Do it, Ravi! Fuck me! Fuck
me hard! OHHHHHHH uhh yes oh god oh god oh god!" Maya cries.

Ravi loses control as the heat surges and builds in his loins. He
starts ram-fucking the teenager, thrusting mightily in and out of her
flesh, plundering her cunt, his cock pistoning and plunging faster and
faster in and out of her cunt. Maya cries out thinly, jerking and
rocking under him, her face twisted in an agony of lust. Her orgasm is
apocalyptic and, within seconds, as her cunt spasms and convulses on
his penis, Ravi loses control. He thrusts into her and explodes, his
hips pinned to her buttocks, his cock buried in her slit, his jizz
spewing and spuming in stinging jets into his teenage ward's tender
flesh. Slowly, her body subsides, racked with shuddering sobs. Ravi
slips out of her and draws her close to him. She groans and turns her
face to kiss him. He cups her breast and suddenly his heart is heavy.
He is leaving tomorrow and will not return for several weeks, perhaps
a couple of months. He is tempted not to go.

"I hope you're not thinking of cancelling your trip," Maya says
suddenly.

He starts. "Whatever made you say that?"

"I know you, Ravi. You don't like being away any more."

"That's true."

"But you must go. Work is work, and we'll always be here for you."

"You're right."

"And neither Sonu nor I would ever let you touch us again if you
neglected your work for us. That's not how we want you to be."

"Where would I be without the two of you?"

"That I don't know," she smiles. "Probably in some stinking brothel in
Morocco with a woman whose face you can't even remember."

"True."

"Much better to go away and come back to us, isn't it then?"

"Without question."

She laughs softly and turns in his arms and kisses him and her fingers
are already working his thick cock.

"You're not finished yet, are you?"

"No."

"Good. Because I want you in my ass now."

Ravi chuckles and yields yet again. Maya swings around on top of him
in a sixty-nine and he groans as her wonderful mouth engulfs his cock
again. Above his face, her cunt is moist and wet and sticky and he
cannot resist it. He opens his mouth and drives his tongue deep into
it.

--- END OF CHAPTER 1 ---

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