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Archive name: India13.txt
Authors name: Mary Jorsay Gandmar (written as Dolund Ayksaat)
Story Title : In Tuition 

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"Slowly, Manish," Shirlyn murmured. "Don't be in such a rush!"

"I can't help it!"

"You must try! How else will you learn? I can't teach you if you don't
try! Okay, are you ready now?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now ... easy does it ... put it in slowly ... mm, yes ... ohhh
yes ... that's it ... oh that feels so good, Manish! Yes! That's
wonderful! Now ... push it in deeper ... yes! Oh ma yes! That's it!
C'mon ... deeper ... shove it in, Manish ... as deep as you can ...
Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! That's it! Put it all in, lover! Oh god yes! Oh
Manish ... uhhhh yes!"

Above her, the strapping seventeen-year old schoolboy groaned thickly
and flexed his buttocks taut. His lean hips dipped and his enormous
nine-inch erection squelched into Shirlyn's convulsing slit. She
gasped and arched steeply under him, clenching his powerful biceps,
lifting her hips to meet his in descent. Her cunt spasmed and
contracted on his throbbing penis and the boy gasped. His face was
flushed and he was panting heavily, his nostrils flared, his mouth
open. The pressure in his groin was unbearable, and her cunt was
unrelenting on his distended penis. His body was tense and taut, veins
popping in his neck and forehead, his muscles cording powerfully. His
hard, tall body glistened with a light sweat. A thin rivulet of
perspiration coursed down his face, over his neck and deep chest and
splashed on her breast. Shirlyn murmured in pleasure and, gripping his
buttocks, keeping him pinned inside her, began moving her hips deftly
in gentle undulating circular motions. The b!  oy groaned. Her cunt
churned around his cock, alternately squeezing and releasing his
penis. Shirlyn smiled gently.

"There," she said softly. "Doesn't that feel good, Manish? Do you like
that?"

"Yes!" he gasped. "Oh god yes!"

"This is how you must fuck a woman, Manish ... slowly and deeply and
thoroughly. Do you understand?"

"Yes ... no ... I don't know! Oh god ... c'mon!"

"No! Not yet! Not so fast!"

"Oh god oh god oh god," the boy moaned.

"Slowly now," she murmured, guiding him. "Gently ... now ... start
moving ... move your cock out ... ahhhhhh ... yes ... that's it ...
good ... now ... hold it ... yes ... now shove it in again ... now!
Yes! OHHHHHHH that's it! Shove it all in Manish! Shove it right in!
OHHHHH baby yes! Now again ... out ... mm ... ohh uhhh yes ... now ...
in ... oh ma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Again! C'mon Manish ... do it
... in a rhythm ... move with me ... Out ... yes! And in ... ohhh uhhh
yes ... out ... uhhh ... in ... ohh ... out ... That's it ... that's
it ... yes ... keep moving ... just like that ... oh god Manish ...
that feels so good!"

Shirlyn hissed in pleasure and dragged her slender fingers up his
hard, V-shaped torso to his deeply cleaved chest and steepled them
over his nipples, her fingernails digging into his smooth skin. Her
pointed tongue arched sexily over her deliciously curved upper lip.
She moved her hips easily and rhythmically in a steady up and down
motion. Her cunt was a hot vortex that engulfed the throbbing mass of
his cock-flesh, squeezing and contracting greedily on its mass. Her
succulent breasts jiggled with their motions, her nipples rigid and
stiff. The long gold necklace danced on her smooth, creamy flesh.
Manish gasped in pleasure as he fucked her, thrusting his cock in and
out of her moist, tight, convulsing cunt. 

"Manish," she gasped. "Slow down ... breathe out ... again ... yes ...
several breaths ... in and out ... that's it ... get a grip on
yourself ... focus, Manish ... c'mon ... concentrate ... yes ... now
calm down ... empty your mind ... don't try and think ... don't think
of me ... close your eyes ... it's you ... just you ... and your cock
... in my slit ... my slit's nice and hot and tight, isn't it? Yes ...
it feels good on your cock, doesn't it? See? See how it squeezes your
prick? It's just you and your prick and my cunt now ... and all you
want to do ... all you have to do is pull it out ... slowly ... yes
... that's good ... more ... take it all the way out ... that's it ...
bas, that's it! Stop ... not all the way out ... just till there ...
yes ... leave your cock-head in my cunt ... now stop ... don't move
... don't move at all ... mm ... wait for me to beg for it ... now ...
please ... shove it in ... shove it right in Manish ... slowly ...
ahhhhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Oh !  god that's so good ... now again ... out
... wait ... now in uhhhhhhhh Oh ma uhhhh yes! Again! Oh god yes ...
now! Quickly! Ram it in hard! All the way! Just ram it in, Manish!
OHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! That's it! Do it again! Ahhhhhh
uhhh oh ma uhhh yes! Oh uhh oh uhh oh uhh god yes ... now slow again
... yes ... mm ... that's lovely ... slow again ... and again ... once
more ... again ... now hard ... yes oh yes oh god yes that's it oh
fuck yes do it uhh yes again! Oh lord yes, Manish, yes!"

The teenager followed her guidance, feeling giddy and oddly
light-headed. He could hardly believe this was happening at last, at
long last, after so long, so much waiting, so much dreaming, so much
longing, those lonely nights of endless masturbation, fantasizing
about her, of Shirlyn, his teacher, his tuition teacher who taught him
math and chemistry and physics and, and biology, most of all biology,
mostly anatomy, hers and his, and theirs.

Manish spinning in a whirlpool of lust. The girl is bewitching. He
cannot stop looking at her. She is so lovely, so pretty, so sexy,
slender and curved. She has a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a
slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely
stuck-out ears. Her face is narrow so that, from some angles, it looks
like her cheeks are plump, but even that is cute, really cute. Her
cheekbones are high. Her eyes are lovely, large, dark brown, full of
magic. Her lips are light and full and her teeth are white and strong
and even. Her skin is like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a grape,
without a trace of body hair. Her hair is dark and tumbles about her
shoulders or flounces in a sexy pony tail or is coiled up neatly on
the back of her head. Her neck is superb, a long, slender, graceful
column that holds her head. Her arms and legs are nicely turned and
slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes,
beautifully shaped and arched. He can't!  stop looking at her breasts,
the way they jut out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit.
Her belly is firm and flat. He has seen it when she wears a *sari*. Oh
god, her breasts. Her lovely breasts. Whatever she wears, the neck is
always cut low, so close, so near, he can see the beginning of her
cleavage, drawing his eyes down, down where the sexy gold chain around
her neck disappears, oh lucky necklace, oh precious gold. And those
glasses she wears, with the black thread, the rims a delicate burgundy
gold that makes her eyes look richer and livelier and sexier. What he
wants, what he wants is to pull the clothes off her, to squeeze her
breasts, get her to open her legs, to shove his dick into her cunt, to
fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.

"Manish! Pay attention!"

He snaps back. She is glaring at him. He frowns and shakes his head,
trying to clear the muddle and confusion. She sighs in exasperation. 

"Oh Manish, why do you do this? You must concentrate. You're not even
trying! How can I teach you anything if you won't listen?"

He knows she is a secretary in a lawyer's office. She takes tuitions
part time to supplement her income. He doesn't know that she no longer
does it for the money, that she's dropped all but a handful of her
tuitions and those she keeps for reasons quite unrelated to education.
Manish is one of her most attractive and sexy students. She wants to
fuck him, and she's enjoying the sport of seducing him, hunting him,
taking her time and drawing it out, savouring the exquisite torture of
denial. She knows she will have him before long, but she hasn't yet
quite decided how she wants to do it. 

Oh, of course if she just took off her clothes and spread her legs
he'd be on her in a flash. She knows that he is obsessed with her
body, but she torments him, giving him these flashing glimpses of her
breasts when she bends forward, brushes her breasts against his arm,
lets him look at her legs when she wears a dress, letting it ride up
her knees and thighs more than she should. 

He is very cute, very sexy and not terribly bright. But it's not his
mind she's interested in. He has the face of a film-star and the body
of a demi-god. He knows this and he takes good care of himself. He is
clean-shaven with the square-jawed, rugged features of a Maratha. His
nose is strong and straight, his cheeks sexily hollowed, his lips full
and wide and sensual and his teeth are white and strong. His eyes are
dark and deep-set under thick eyebrows. His hair is thick and dark.
His body is stunning; she knows he lifts weights and works out for
hours on end to keep in shape. A bullish neck spans out to broad,
powerful shoulders. His torso is a breathtakingly slashed V that
tapers to a narrow waist and high hips. His chest is broad and deeply
cleaved and his belly is hard and flat. His arms and legs are thick
and long and bunched with muscle. His torso is hairless; even his
armpits are depilated -- she has seen it under his open shirt. She
finds this very sexy; she doesn't !  like hairy men. She has noticed
the prominent bulge in his crotch and frequently fantasizes about his
cock. She imagines it must be enormously long and thick.

Shirlyn and Manish at the dining table. A spread of notebooks and
files and textbooks and papers, a clutter of pencils, pens, erasers.
Manish's brow is furrowed and he looks grey and tired, his eyes
glassy. Shirlyn has her spectacles perched on her nose, a book open
upside down before her, right way up before him, a pencil in her slim
fingers. She is wearing a brightly coloured synthetic skirt and
blouse. It clings to her body like film. The neck of her blouse is cut
in a dangerously deep U that shows a good deal of her chest, the swell
of her breasts squeezed together under it. The blouse has no buttons,
just knotted ends beneath her breasts. The blouse is short and tight
and her breasts jut out provocatively over her bare midriff. The skirt
is slung precariously far below her navel. He knows that from behind,
the blouse is cut way, way down with low, scooped shoulders and shows
most of her back, the honey gold skin glistening soft and smooth as a
grape, and he longs to touch!  it, run his fingers over it. Her mouth
is moving, and all he can see is the bright flash of her teeth and the
darting of her tongue. His eyes keep slipping down. The blouse is
translucent and he can see her breasts, most of them, full and heavy,
the gold necklace twinkling on her creamy skin, disappearing in a
taper between her breasts. Beneath, her naked midriff keeps flashing
at him beneath her blouse.

"Manish! Manish!" She snaps her fingers in his face. He has drifted
off again. 

Exasperated, she tosses down the pencil. It skitters off the page and
the table, clatters to the floor. She pushes her chair back and bends
to pick it up.

Manish stifles a groan. As she bends, the lapels of her blouse fall
low so that he has an unimpeded view of her breasts, can see the deep
cleavage and the gold necklace nestling in the vale, can gauge the
size and form of her breasts. She pauses a little longer than
necessary, but he doesn't notice, keeps staring. She straightens and
adjusts her blouse casually. He blanks out again, the magic moment is
lost.

She shuts the math textbook. "Okay, Manish. You're not taking in any
of this. Let's try something else. Get the Bio book."

Dumbly, he pulls out a thick volume from the stack at his elbow. She
notices how smoothly and easily his muscles move, rippling under his
skin. He is wearing jeans and an unbuttoned, open shirt, the sleeves
rolled up to his biceps. His forearms are thick and criss-crossed with
sinewy and bulging veins. Under the shirt, she can see his hard,
muscular torso and she licks her lips as her eyes slide
surreptitiously over his frame, lingering on the small, hard, stiff
nipples that are pulled wide and low on either side of his cleaved
chest.

"Open it. Chapter twenty-two. Reproduction."

He flips open the book and stares at the diagrams. A cock. A cunt.
Sperm swimming towards eggs. Fuck. He looks at her.

"This ... this isn't in the prelims portion, is it?" he asks
nervously.

She conceals a smile. "No. Not yet. But it's interesting. It's
different from what you've been doing, it'll be a change and you'll
learn something."

Manish watching in a daze as she edges closer, her knee touching his
and begins to explain the different parts. The scrotum. The testes.
The penis. A mass of cartilage. Erections. Thickened with blood
surging through veins. Sperm comes from the testes, also known as the
gonads, through the vas deferens. During reproduction, also known as
copulation or intercourse, the erect penis is inserted into the
vaginal aperture. Ejaculation causes a release of sperm. Millions of
little squids swim through the vaginal fluid to a rendezvous with ova.
One or two will make it. The others perish. Never mind. More where
that came from. Her fingers touch the back of his hand. Her blouse
lapels droop. He sees her breasts again. Oh god. She isn't wearing a
bra. He can see her nipples through the blouse. They're hard. Stiff
little stubs. He wants to pinch them. She shuts the book, pushes her
chair back and gets up.

"Okay, that's enough for today. We'll meet again tomorrow."

He gets up and sees her out. When she's gone, he goes mad. Rushes
around crazily, doesn't know what to do. Masturbates and comes,
masturbates again, comes again. And again. 

When his elder brother returns from work, Manish is asleep. The elder
boy looks in on his kid brother. Poor kid. Ever since their parents
died in that car crash, he's done everything he could to get him
through school. Nothing seems to work. He doesn't read, can't handle
schoolwork, just works out, works out, works out. Great body as a
result. But real dumb. He picks up the phone.

"Hello, Shirlyn? It's me, Anand."

"Hi Anand. How's it going?"

"Fine. And you?"

"Very well."

"Sorry, you busy?"

"Mm. No, not really. Go on." 

Shirlyn sees no reason to mention that she is busy. Busy as a beaver.
Busy with a tongue in her beaver. She's in bed with, Barku, an
office-boy from the firm she works for. In India, they call them
peons. They do the dirty work, sweeping, delivering stuff, carrying
messages, standing in lines to pay phone bills. The work is tough and
their lives are hard -- and their bodies show it. Most of them are
lean, muscular, sun-hardened men. Shirlyn loves fucking them.

Barku is exceptionally good. He's a sexy, handsome stud with a great
cock and terrific stamina. He licks slit like a god, and she loves
having a tongue in her cunt. She is naked on her back in bed, her legs
spread wide, fondling her swollen breasts with one hand. Barku is
sprawled with his face in her crotch, prising her cunt-lips open in
his strong, thick fingers, moving his head round and round, pushing
and stabbing his tongue in and out of her streaming wet cunt. Her hips
grind and buck gently and her body jerks as he thrusts his tongue in
and out of her cunt as though she is being fucked. She grips the phone
to her ear and, with her free hand, clenches the peon's hair, moving
his head between her thighs to suit her pleasure.

"Tell me Anand," she murmurs, struggling to keep her voice even. "What
can I do for you?"

"I'd like to meet you. This evening? About, um, Manish, and his school
work. How it's going. That sort of thing."

Shirlyn sticks her tongue out at the phone. She knows Anand is
bullshitting as usual. He wants to fuck her. But he never says so.
Always dreams up some stupid excuse. Still, he's good to fuck and she
has no other plans. Barku can't stay the night anyway.

"Yes, all right," she says. "That sounds fine. What time?"

"Would you like to do dinner?" She can hear the grin and relief in his
voice.

"Mm. Let's see." She nudges Barku away and rolls over onto her front,
lifting her buttocks and spreading her legs. Barku chuckles softly
and, kneeling behind her, presses his face to her buttocks. Her body
lurches forward as his tongue swirls over her puckered anus. Shirlyn
loves being rimmed, loves being fucked in the ass. Barku will sodomize
her before they're done. With her free hand, she motions to him to
finger-fuck her, jerking her wrist to and fro, her palm raised, middle
finger curled forward. Barku chuckles softly and jabs a thick finger
into her cunt. She stifles a moan. Her buttocks writhe and sway
erotically.

"Well?" Anand asks. "Shall we do dinner?"

"Oh, all right."

"Where would you like to go?"

"Actually, I'm not particularly hungry. Wherever you like."

"You choose. Your choice. Chinese?"

"I don't mind."

"Fine. I can get you at eight."

"That's good."

Shirlyn's hips are swaying and writhing as Barku tongue- and
finger-fucks her simultaneously, alternating his tongue between her
cunt and dainty anus. He loves the taste and smell of it, it turns him
on. He begins masturbating. His cock is already hard from her earlier
sucking of it, something she does incredibly well and loves dearly. 

Frantically, she motions for him to stop and to start fucking her,
making a fist and pumping it back and forth in the universal gesture.
Barku laughs silently and, rising, straddles her hips in a low squat,
bending his knees deeply. He pushes his cock between her buttocks to
her anus. She shakes her head. Later she mouths silently, her face
turned over one slender shoulder. Not now. He nods and pushes his
cock-head to her cunt-lips. Shirlyn bites her lower lip and her face
twists in a grimace of pleasure as the peon's huge cock-head pops into
her cunt and his enormous, throbbing shaft pursues the bridgehead,
surging slowly inward, making a huge wave of pleasure rock her body.
On the phone, Anand is saying something.

"What? Sorry, I didn't get that."

"I asked what you think about Manish. Is he making progress?"

"Well," Shirlyn begins and then has to pause as Barku slides out and
thrusts into her again.

"Shirlyn?"

"Yes?"

"You were saying?"

"Well, Manish's um progress. Not great, to be honest. It'll take
time."

"He doesn't have time. His exams are almost on his head. Will he get
through?"

"I don't know. Something's bothering him."

"What?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

"Why do you say that?"

"It's just that, well, he doesn't seem to be able to focus or
concentrate. He keeps drifting off. It's very difficult working with
someone like that."

"I appreciate all you're doing for me. Truly. I mean it. I really do."

"Just doing my job, Anand."

"You're good for him."

"Thank you."

"And for me, too," he says more softly. "For me, too. I'd be lost
without you. Honestly."

This irritates her. She doesn't like being crowded emotionally. Anand
wants to bind her down and she hates that. She scowls. 

"Anand, I have to go."

"Why, what's up?"

"Someone's here."

"Who is it?"

"Later, Anand. See you at eight."

"No wait!"

Shirlyn is really pissed off now. She decides to give him something to
think about. She drops the phone but leaves it off the hook. He hasn't
disconnected. She can hear him calling to her. She turns her face over
her shoulder to the peon who is fucking her cunt slowly and deeply and
unhurriedly.

"Mm ... ohhh that's good, Barku," she moans loudly, loud enough that
Anand can hear through the dangling receiver. "C'mon baby ... shove it
in ... right in ... ahhhhhh yes ... oh fuck yes ... that's so good ...
c'mon ... do it again ... hard! OHHHHHH uh OH ma uhhh yes! Oh god
Barku you're so big! That's so good ... c'mon ... fuck me, baby ...
fuck me! Oh yes ... fuck me! Shove your cock right up into my cunt,
lover ... ram it in! Yeh! That's it uhhhh Ohhhh yes oh fuck yes uhhhh
OHHHHH uhh yes Oh that's so good, baby yes! Do it!"

Anand has the phone clipped to his ear. His knuckles whiten. His ears
burn. She's fucking someone! The bitch! All this time she's talking to
him and arranging to have dinner with him and she's fucking someone!
The fucking whore! He knows, of course, that she fucks around, she's
never hidden the fact that she has lovers, never given him reason to
believe he's the first or the only one but she's never done anything
like this. Not openly, no. And then, to his surprise, his cock pops up
and strains at his trousers. She sounds so damned sexy and he can just
see her, whimpering and gasping and writhing with the guy, the guy he
doesn't know and can't see, just like she does with him. Oh fuck, he
can see her now, what she must be doing, her hot cunt on the big, long
cock, her body jerking and writhing.

"C'mon ... take it! Take it, whore!" he hears the man gasp and is
stunned. The voice is rough, the words vernacular, the accent
low-bred. Who the shit is she fucking?

"C'mon you fucking whore! Take my cock ... yeh ... that's it ... oh
uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes! Take it! Yeh ... that's it!" the man goes.

"Oh yes ... yes, Barku, yes ... fuck me!" she gasps. "Fuck me harder
uhhhhhh yes oh god yes that's it ... c'mon lover ... shove it in
ahhhhhhh uhhh yes ... oh god that's it yes ... oh fuck your cock's so
big ... stick it in, baby ... shove it right up ohh yeh! God you peons
are so good for me! You fuck me so well!"

A peon! She's fucking a bloody peon! Anand screams into the phone
hello hello hello and all he hears is her, her, Shirlyn, and her
lover, the peon, the peon laughing in delight. And then there's a soft
click and the line goes dead.

That night, after a strained dinner, they go back to her little flat
and Anand fucks her like a demon. She says nothing about the afternoon
and he doesn't ask, just bends her body under his, forcing himself
into her again and again with a savage madness. She takes it all,
everything he gives her, without protest, just gasping and moaning
desperately as he pillages her flesh.

When he's done at last, the insane jealousy and crazed lust have
ebbed. She snuggles up against him, fondling his cock. Her breasts are
hot and fleshy against his hard chest. His cock stirs. She traces the
contours of his body with her fingertip. Like his brother, Anand is
muscular and handsome and his cock is big and thick, about seven
inches long limp, over eight inches in full tumescence and
correspondingly thick. He's good in bed, has power and stamina. Her
body still tingles from his rough handling of her, which she actually
rather enjoyed.

"Feeling better?" she murmurs, her tongue in his ear.

"You're a whore."

"Mm. I like being fucked."

"Even by a peon."

"It turned you on, didn't it?"

He's silent, because it's the truth. She smiles.

"You should have seen us," she said. "He fucked me so well and for so
long. I really loved it."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

She slides over him, kisses him, his cock is hardening quickly and she
lifts her hips and slips her cunt down on it. He gasps. She kisses him
again, pushes her tongue into his mouth.

"How he fucked me," she goes on. "He's got this big cock, really big
and thick, and he shoved it right into my slit ... just the way I like
being fucked ... nice and hard ... ramming it in ... and then he
fucked my ass, too ..."

Anand's face twists in rage. He jerks her cunt down on his cock, rolls
her over on her back and begins ram-fucking her furiously, pounding in
and out of her flesh. She gasps and cries out, her body whipping and
jerking under his, her hips crashing against his, her cunt convulsing
frantically on his throbbing, pistoning penis. He fucks her and fucks
her and fucks her till he's drained. At last he lets her go and sinks
down on the bed.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, his face stricken. "I shouldn't have done
that, said all those things."

She kisses him tenderly. He's not a bad sort, really, and it's a
difficult situation for any guy. He's taken it better than most.

Manish afloat again. It's even worse today. He just can't keep his
eyes off her. She's wearing a *sari* this time, six yards of the
traditional Indian garment that can be worn so it looks dowdy or so it
looks outrageously sexy. She only knows the second, of course. She
couldn't look dowdy if she tried. It clings to her curves and shows
the full, heavy weight of her breasts under her tight blouse, her flat
belly, her slender hips and legs. The neck of the blouse is low, low,
low and he can see her cleavage winking temptingly at him, the gold
chain nestling in the valley, vanishing into the squeezed fold between
those luscious, ripe mounds. In profile, he can see her breasts
straining at the tight blouse and wants so much, so much to run his
hands along it and then to cup her breasts. There's this sexy little
*bindi*, a vermilion dot, in the middle of her forehead, and her hair
is coiled up high on top of her head and accents the lovely line of
her neck and throat. He looks at h!  er and drowns in her brown eyes,
rimmed with kohl, their colour and warmth accentuated by the burgundy
gold of her spectacles. She looks at him and sighs.

"Oh well, Manish. This really isn't working for you, is it?" she
murmurs.

He looks down glumly. He can't seem to understand a word of what she's
saying or wanting him to read, not a word, it's all just a crazed
jumble of letters and drawings and it's only geography. All he wants
is her, her body, her lovely, lovely body. He sees how her breast
rests on the edge of the table and can't take his eyes off it. She
smiles gently at him over the rim of her spectacles and points to his
biology book. 

"Let's try that, shall we? The chapter we were doing yesterday?"

Manish's eyes brighten. This he can look at. He gets the book and
flips open to the page. She starts talking again, and now it's more of
the same and also a diagram of breasts, mammaries, and nipples, and
aureoles. The chapter ends. He wants to do it all over again. She
looks at him, taking off her spectacles.

"You know Manish, there's such a lot about this they don't tell you in
the books. Stuff you should know."

He stares at her. What's she talking about?

"I mean, there's more to reproduction than that. And there's more to
that than reproduction. Much more."

What? What?

Her smile broadens. She has such a cute mouth. 

"You have a paper in practicals, too, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah, yes. Chem. And Physics."

"Not bio?"

"Yeah, a bit. Cutting up frogs and such."

"Nothing else?"

"Um, no, no I don't think so."

"Not in this chapter?" She points to the book.

He looks down, looks at her, looks down, at her again, shakes his
head.

"Well," she says, getting up. "They should. At least I think so."

What? He looks at her. Where's she going? It isn't time yet.

"Where's your video?" She's rummaging in her purse on a sofa.

"What?"

"Your video. Where is it?" She straightens, holding a cassette. "I've
got something you should see. It might help you understand better."

"Um, in my room. I ... I was watching a film before. Took the trolley
in."

"Very well. I'm leaving now. I know it's a bit early, but I want you
to spend the rest of the time watching this. It will teach you several
things, which I want you to remember. We'll go over them tomorrow when
I return. Okay?"

What can he say? He doesn't want her to go, but he can't tell her
that. She gives him the cassette, smiles, and he sees her out. When
she's gone, he feels lonely and empty. He shuffles back to his
bedroom. It has typical teenage clutter, weights, music, magazines,
Samantha Fox and Madonna battling boobs and thighs on the wall,
another of a couple of luscious Indian film stars in erotic poses,
showing quite a lot. He doesn't know it then, of course, but these
film-stars, they're graduates of the same whore-school Shirlyn's at
and often come back to do time. He pushes the tape into the video
machine and rewinds. His back is to her. He presses the play button.

It's a porn-film, of course, one of the Hedon & Venery's typically
steamy numbers. This one's a real teaser, styled as a sex-ed cassette,
with a fairly innocuous title. It begins without pretension, the
credits rolling with soft, unremarkable music. Then the screen fades
out.

The fade in shows Shirlyn in a white coat at a desk in a clinic, lots
of charts and medical equipment around. She smiles at the camera.
She's very lovely, wearing a *sari*, her eyes lined with *kajal*, a
*bindi* on her forehead, a stethoscope around her neck. She has her
spectacles on and the gold chain around her neck that he finds so sexy
against her flawless golden skin. Her hair is up in a bun.

"Hello, and welcome. My name is Shirlyn and I am a doctor. A special
kind of doctor." 

She gets up and moves around the desk. The camera follows her. Her
body looks terrific, slender and curved like an hourglass.

"Many of you must be wondering what this film is about and why we need
it all. Let me explain. My colleagues at the Institute for Advanced
Studies and I have recently completed a comprehensive study and survey
of sexual attitudes in middle-class adolescents. Among our several
findings is that a large proportion of adolescents are frequently
ill-informed about adult sexual behaviour. Perhaps this is the result
of a certain social pressure, perhaps there are other reasons. But we
believe that it is important that adolescents understand more fully
what remains mankind's most basic and vital need. The need for sex."

She levers herself off the desk and goes around the room. "Now most of
you must have seen charts like these." She points to several diagrams,
clinical dissections of the anatomy. The camera closes in on a penis
and a vagina in cross-section. "These diagrams certainly tell you
about the anatomical aspects of our organs. But what they do not tell
you is this."

She points to another picture. The camera closes in on it. Manish
gasps. It's in lurid detail, full, pinsharp colour, shows a cock
entering a cunt from behind, the thick shaft half-in, half-out of the
cunt, swallowed by the curve of a luscious, creamy buttock.

"Yes. What we are taught in schools and colleges does not include
this. Certainly you are told what goes where. But never are you told
how or why or what makes it so important and special. That is what
this film will show."

Music overlays the soundtrack, the camera retreats from the picture
and Manish's jaw drops, it's a picture of the Shirlyn herself, on her
front, wearing only her white coat and jewelry and stethoscope and
spectacles and nothing else. She's on her forearms and knees and her
face is turned to the camera, a vision of lust, the eyes half closed,
the mouth open in a wide 'O', while, kneeling behind her, a huge,
immensely muscular, devastatingly handsome young man squeezes his cock
into her cunt. His face is flung back and twisted in pleasure. His
fingers are dug into the soft flesh of her hips and waist. The white
coat is pushed up to her armpits and her breasts hang heavy, swollen,
pendulous, the necklace and stethoscope dangling, her nipples rigid
and stiff like little nuts. The black cord of her spectacles hang
around her long neck. The camera lingers on the picture, and slowly
moves in to a close-up of her face, then her breasts, then returns to
her cunt and his cock. Manish ga!  pes at it and then it dissolves
into another shot of Shirlyn in close-up. She's smiling at the camera
and her eyes are dark brown and lively, light by a strange kind of
fire. Manish groans and unbuttons his shirt, drops his jeans, begins
masturbating slowly.

"Yes, this is what they don't tell us in schools and colleges. How to
have sex so that it is enjoyable. That we can have sex without wanting
to 'reproduce'. That sex is more than an act of procreation. What we
will show you is what they don't show you: sex as fun. Sex as
recreation, not just procreation."

Her smile widens. "First of all, you must remember that words like
'sex', 'penis' and 'vagina' have little or no importance during
coitus. These words are sterile and clinical and they do not convey
emotion. In this film, we will not use such words. Instead, we will
use the words with which you are familiar, but have been told to
avoid: words like 'fucking' and 'cock' and 'prick' and 'cunt' and
'slit' and 'pussy'. We will also use other words as love-calls which
are an essential part of fucking. Words like 'whore' and 'bitch' and
'slut', 'bastard' and 'mother-fucker'. You will find that these words
definitely add to the feeling of pleasure and are in themselves
exciting."

Manish has an erection. He's rivetted. The camera draws back and
there's a man standing with Shirlyn, a tall, strapping, handsome,
muscular man, dark and very macho, dressed in jeans and an open shirt
with the sleeves rolled up his broad, sinewy forearms. The shirt has
several buttons open and Manish can see that he has a powerful torso,
broad shoulders, a deep, cleaved chest, a flat hard belly. The torso
is hairless, dark, smooth. His hips are high and narrow and his waist
is trim. He has long strong legs and arms, bulging with muscle. His
face is rugged and handsome with a square jaw and sexy cleft in his
chin, deep eyes, a strong nose and dark hair swept back. His mouth is
wide and lean-lipped, almost cruel, but oddly sensual nonetheless.
Shirlyn is talking.

"If we were to carry on talking," she smiles, "we would be no better
than those useless text-books. Instead, we are going to give you a
live demonstration. Hari has very kindly agreed to help me. He will
fuck me."

Manish gasps. Hari nods at the camera and smiles. Shirlyn goes on. "We
strongly recommend that, if you are a virgin, male or female, you
follow what we do. After all, the best way to learn is by emulation
..."

The screen dissolves. Soft, pulsating music with the slow fade in and
the screen shows Shirlyn and the man kissing. She has taken off her
glasses. They are kissing deeply and sexily, their tongues darting in
and out of each other's mouths. Now there is only a voice-over with
faint, pulsating music in the background.

"First," Shirlyn's voice on the tape, "the initial embrace and kiss
and caresses. This kind of kissing, commonly called 'French kissing',
is very erotic. Notice how Hari and I use our tongues, suck each
other's lips. Meanwhile, our bodies press together and our hands and
fingers stroke each other. Hari caresses my face and neck -- that is
very arousing -- my arms and hips and buttocks. I stroke his face and
arms and torso, which is very sexy and appealing."

The kiss breaks. They begin to strip each other. Somehow, they manage
it so that her *sari* comes off without her getting out of the white
coat. He unbuttons her blouse, pulls it open. Manish moans. Her
breasts are lovely, lovelier than he'd imagined, full and high and
succulent like juicy fruit, with bright aureoles surrounding long,
stiff nipples. The man squeezes her breasts, pinches her nipples.
Shirlyn moans thickly and arches her back, her face suffused with joy.

"Fondling my breasts is extremely arousing. I can feel my tits swell
and grow hard with excitement. My nipples, as you see, stiffen and
harden and when Hari pinches them, exquisite little ribbons of lust
flicker through my body and make me hotter still. I am very randy now
and my cunt is already getting wet."

The camera cuts to a shot of her crotch. Manish stares. It is
beautiful. The little curved mound, covered in a dark delta of soft
pubic hair and, as the camera closes in further, he sees the little
dewdrops of cunt-juice beading her cunt-fuzz. 

"You will see my cunt in greater detail a little later," Shirlyn's
voice-over reassures him. "For now, I want to suck Hari's cock."

Cuts to a close-up of her sucking the man's cock. Manish gasps, moans.
The cock is huge, hot and dark and thick and long. She jerks it in her
fist, her mouth open wide, her eyes half-closed, her head rocking back
and forth, her tongue swirling lasciviously around the bulging
cock-head, her face distending with its size when she takes it in her
mouth. 

"Yes!" the man gasps. "Oh fuck yes! C'mon ... suck it, bitch! Suck my
cock! Ohhh yes ... suck it harder, whore! Ohhh yes! That's it!"

His voice and the music recede, yielding to her voice-over. 

"Sucking cock, giving head, eating meat, or, as the text-books call
it, fellatio, is a very effective way of arousing a man. There is no
doubt about the fact that all men enjoy it. What is less well known,
but equally true, is that women enjoy it, too. For instance, I love
the taste and smell of a good, hard big cock fucking my mouth. It's
very sexy and a major turn-on."

The camera draws back. Shows her on her knees sucking his cock. He's
holding her head and moving it to and fro, pumping his hips back and
forth at her face. With her free hand, she's fondling her breasts,
thrusting a hand into her crotch, masturbating. The camera cuts
swiftly to shots of her hand crushing her breasts, her slender fingers
tensed and curled around the flesh mounds, plucking the stiff nipples
in her fingertips, her finger sliding down her crack, pressing hard,
curling and vanishing inward. Manish groans, pumping his erection in
his fist.

"Also, there is no need for anxiety about taking jizz in your mouth.
In fact, I recommend you try it. It tastes heavenly!"

The man gasps. Shirlyn opens her mouth under the cock, jerking it
furiously and he explodes. Jizz shoots from his cock-head and spurts
into her open mouth, flooding it, overflowing and dribbling down her
cheeks and chin, showering her face and breasts. She swallows the seed
in her mouth and takes his cock between her lips again. The shot fades
slowly.

"Cunnilingus."

The shot fades in to one of Shirlyn on her back on the edge of a bed,
her legs spread wide, the man crouched between her thighs, his face
buried in her cunt.

"Also known as licking slit or cunt. Eating pussy."

The man's tongue jabs into her cunt and the camera shows her slit in
detail, her cunt-lips pulled wide in his fingers, exposing the soft,
moist, pink flesh within, the hard stem of her clitoris. 

"This is undoubtedly one of the most pleasurable feelings for any
woman. The touch of thick, warm, heavy tongue in my slit is one I can
never get enough of. And Hari is exceptionally good at licking my
cunt."

On screen, Shirlyn's hips writhing and bucking up and down. Her head
flipping from side to side, her face a mask of passion and excitement,
her eyes shut, her mouth wide open. Her hands squeezing her breasts in
excitement, clenching his head, moving it round and round between her
thighs. Close-up of his tongue in her cunt, thick and spade-shaped,
darting in and out, delving deep, twisting and sharpening to a point,
flicking wildly, then slowly running up and down her slit, her groans
getting louder. His finger stabbing in and his tongue and finger both
working her cunt simultaneously. Shirlyn going wild on the bed, her
body heaving and writhing.

"When both finger and tongue are used simultaneously, the pleasure is
considerably heightened. At this stage, many women lose control and
begin to orgasm. We recommend that this be avoided. One way to do this
is to pause in the tongue- and finger-fucking and to take several
breaths deeply, in and out. This slows down the body's accelerated
rhythm. Also, try and move your mind away to something else, something
unerotic. Mathematics often works. Then the cunnilingus and
masturbation should be resumed. If this is repeated often enough, the
women gets frantic, her orgasm tantalisingly out of reach."

Shirlyn going berserk on the bed, moaning and gasping like a whore.

"Yes! Oh god yes, Hari, yes! Ohhhh uhhh yes, baby, yes ... oh god
that's so good ... keep licking my slit, lover! Ohhhh yes ... that's
it ... shove your tongue right into my cunt, lover ... ahhhhh uhhh yes
... ohhh yes that's it ... yeh ... shove your finger in, too, baby ...
ohma uhhh yes!"

Manish is dazed, numb. He can't take his eyes off the screen.

"The famous sixty-nine. Truly, this is one of the most satisfying
positions. The woman sucks cock, the man licks slit. The relative
positions of each do not much matter. It can even be done lying on
side."

Shirlyn and Hari in a sixty-nine, her on top, her head rocking up and
down over his lap, her hips grinding on his face, then him on top, his
hips bucking and bouncing over her face and then side by side, head to
toe, her mouth filled with his cock, his tongue working her slit.

"All this, and more, is called foreplay. There are other means of
stimulation, of course, which we will show you in detail in future
episodes. For now, a few glimpses must suffice ... rimming ... licking
ass ..."

It's just getting worse for Manish. His balls are aching and there's a
twist in his gut. There's a shot of Shirlyn on her front again, bent
low, and the man behind her moving his head up and down at her
buttocks, his tongue out.

"Ohhhhh uhhhh yes ... mm, that's good yes!"

A close-up of his thick, long tongue swirling over her puckered anus.
Then a shot of her doing it to him as he lies on his front and lifts
his buttocks, his cock erect and throbbing, her bright pointed tongue
rapping at his asshole.

"Sucking tits ..."

Shirlyn on her back, moaning and gasping, her body arched, the man
tugging at one nipple with his teeth, whipping it with his tongue,
drawing in the luscious mound of her breast and sucking it greedily.

"Frigging with a sexual aid ... a dildo, or a vibrator ..."

Shirlyn on her back masturbating with a long, thick dildo, her legs
spread, her body jerking and writhing as she rocks it in and out of
her cunt.

"But we must get on. Get on to actual fucking. The real thing."

The shot cuts to one of her on her back, her legs spread, the man bent
over her on his knees and outstretched arms. She's clenching his arms.
His cock is at her cunt-lips. He pauses and then slowly pushes his
hips downward, flexes his buttocks. His cock crushes into her cunt.
She gasps and cries out, biting her lower lip, arching her body,
lifting her hips to his.

"Mm ... ohhhhh yes, Hari, yes! Oh god yes! That's so good, baby! Yes!
C'mon ... shove it in! Ahhhhh uhhhh yes! That's it!"

On tape. "Fucking. One of the most glorious and exquisitely pleasing
activities known to man. One of the most primal and basic pleasures of
the human body. The only limit to the ways of fucking is your
imagination. Nothing should be distasteful. Any position you enjoy is
acceptable. This, of course, is the legendary missionary position."

On screen, the man is fucking her slowly and heavily, rocking his cock
in and out of her cunt. Close-up of his cock, glistening with their
coital juices, going in and out, in and out, appearing and
disappearing into her cunt, his hips rising and falling, hers too,
their loins grinding and writhing together and, on the tape, her
voice, and his, filled with delight, calling in obscene eagerness.

"Yes! Ohhh yes, Hari, yes! Fuck me ... ohhhhh uhhhh yes ... c'mon ...
fuck me harder! Do it! Do it, lover! Shove your cock into my cunt ...
ahhhhh uhhh yes ... oh god yes! That's it! Ohhhh yes! Oh ma uhhh yes!"

And he. "C'mon ... oh uh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore ... take
it! Oh fuck yes ... take it, bitch ... take my cock ... oh fuck yes!"

The camera snaps to a mid-shot, showing them fully, the man's hips
bobbing and bouncing up and down over her heaving hips. Her body snaps
with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing, she squeezes them, her face
flips from side to side radiant with pleasure, nostrils flared, eyes
closed, mouth open.

And the shot cuts to another of him taking her from behind. This is
the shot from the first picture, her stethoscope and necklace
dangling, her spectacles perched on her slender nose, her white coat
pushed up. She's on her forearms and knees and he's kneeling behind
her, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

"This is one of the most pleasurable positions. It affords
exceptionally deep access for a cock into a cunt. It is called the
rear-entry position or, more colloquially, being fucked from behind,
doggie-style."

On screen, Shirlyn whimpers and moans, rocking back and forth under
him, her breasts and necklace jiggling and tossing. The man grips her
hips and moves her body to and fro under his to suit his pleasure. His
cock appears and disappears between the curves of her buttocks,
glistening and gleaming as it pistons in and out. Manish can hear it
squelching and Hari's thighs slapping softly at her buttocks. His
balls are big, his cock is huge. Shirlyn is going wild.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh ma uhhh yes, Hari, yes ... do it, lover ... fuck me
... oh god yes ... that feels so good! Yes! Ohhhhh uhhh yes!"

"C'mon ... take it! C'mon whore ... take my cock!" the man cries.

Shirlyn hisses in pleasure, turns her face over her shoulder as she
rocks and lurches under him, arches her tongue over her upper lip. The
man leans forward over her slender back and kisses her sexily,
flipping his tongue in and out of her mouth while her buttocks writhe
against his crotch and his cock pistons steadily in and out of her
cunt, his hips bucking up and down rhythmically. Manish whimpers, his
erection burning, wanting it to be him. The camera roves their bodies
lovingly, lingering in shots of her breasts jiggling and bouncing, on
her face, twisted and suffused with a radiance of joy, on his mammoth
cock grinding down into her cunt, scrunching and crushing into her
cunt-flesh. 

"Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... take it ... take it, whore, take it!" Hari
groans.

His rich, gravelly voice on tape. "For men," he says, "there is little
that is more satisfying than the feeling of a hot, tight, wet, soft
cunt on a throbbing erection. It is a unique pleasure, unlike any
other."

Another cut and now she's astride him, kneeling upright on his lap,
jigging and bouncing up and down. Her gold necklace tosses and jumps
on her skin, and her breasts bounce and she slides her hands up and
squeezes them, pinching her rigid nipples. 

"Yes! Ohh god yes! Ohh that feels so good, Hari! God your cock's so
good in my cunt ... ohhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes!"

The camera shows them gasping and rocking and, from behind, shows her
buttocks bouncing off his strong thighs, shows her cunt gobbling his
cock, sliding up its length, crashing down again, her buttocks flexing
and unflexing, her cunt wet and open, her anus winking temptingly at
the lens. The camera swivels smoothly around to the front again and
slowly begins to close in on her face. Shirlyn slows and looks into
the camera.

"So," she says breathlessly. "As you have seen, there is much more to
sex than reproduction. There is pleasure and there is joy. But what we
have shown you is merely the beginning, the very basics. In the next
film, we explore further, and look at some of the different ways to
heighten your enjoyment. We will also show you the wonders of orgasm
...'

Quick cuts show an ejaculating cock, spurting over a cunt, over
buttocks, over breasts and her face.

"Sodomy or, butt-fucking ..."

Another cut shows a huge cock piercing her anus, slowly skewering her
rear-channel and driving in and in and in. Shirlyn's on her front,
bent over in a steep *namaz* position, her buttocks raised and thrust
back, her face contorted in an agony of lust, eyes screwed shut, mouth
wide, lips drawn back. The man's above her, straddling her hips, his
body corded with tension, his head flung back, his muscles rippling as
he flexes his buttocks and shoves his cock deeper and deeper into her
rear-channel. 

"... and the unique joys of group sex."

Shirlyn being fucked in her cunt and mouth and ass simultaneously by
three huge cocks, sawing in and out of her orifices, her body hammered
by those of her lovers, twisting and writhing in evident ecstasy, her
face contorted in a rictus of pleasure. Cut back to her face and she's
smiling.

"That and more next time. We hope you have enjoyed this film and
learned from it. To get the most from what you have seen, we suggest
you try fucking as often as you can. After all, as they say, practice
makes perfect!"

The camera begins to retreat from her face. She moans, writhing on
Hari's lap and, bending over, kisses him deeply, thrusting her tongue
into his mouth, writhing her buttocks over his lap. He squeezes her
breasts.

"Now Hari ... fuck me! Fuck me hard, lover! Fuck me like a whore!"

The camera pulls back and up, back and up, rising higher and higher,
up above a slowly whirring fan, always looking down, showing the two
bodies writhing and bucking in a frenzy on the bed, their cries
filling the soundtrack. A slow fade and, with her cries filling the
background against superbly syncopated throbbing music, the end titles
roll. Manish moans and jerks his cock violently. The jizz spurts from
his loins and keeps coming and coming and coming.



The next afternoon, Shirlyn wasted no time with Manish. She wore a
dress today, a patterned, close-fitting garment that clung to her
contours. It was buttoned down the front and had a low, scooped neck.
She stepped into the house, kicked off her heeled shoes, dumped her
bag and, before he realised what was happening, was standing before
him, slipping her arms around his neck, lifting her face to his.
Manish's cock throbbed erect and he gripped her hips and pulled her
body to his, his pulse racing, his flesh hot and feverish with lust.

"You want me, don't you?" she murmured, and her breath was warm on his
face.

He nodded, sinking into the deep brown pools of her *kajal*-rimmed
eyes that glittered with a strange flame.

"Then take me, Manish," she whispered. "Fuck me. Show me what you've
learned, what you know."

She pulled his head down to hers and her lips flowered under his lips
and her tongue snaked out to his mouth. He stilled himself and when he
let his lips part, her tongue darted into his mouth, quick as an eel,
flicking sexily against his. She held the kiss, sucking his lower lip,
drawing his tongue into her mouth and her hands slid slowly down his
body, undoing his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, pulling it wide
and her fingers touched his naked flesh and caressed the hard, clean
contours of his torso.

"Take off my dress," she murmured, her tongue swirling through his
ear. "I'm naked under it."

Fumbling, Manish popped the large buttons down the front of her dress
and pulled it wide off her shoulders. It rustled to her feet and she
stepped into his arms naked and slender and sensuous, her golden skin
glowing, her face soft and radiant with pleasure. Taking his hands,
she put them on her breasts.

"Squeeze them," she murmured. "Yes ... that's it ... see how my tits
get hard and bigger ... yes ... now pinch my nipples ... oh that's
good ..."

She looked lovely, her hair curled in a short, flouncing club behind
her head, the gold chain twinkling around her neck. She took his hand
and put it in her crotch and he groaned at the touch of her soft,
downy pubic fuzz against his fingers and he felt the first sticky
wetness seeping from the tender lips of her slit.

"I'm hot," she moaned. "I'm hot and wet for you, Manish ... I want
your cock in my slit ... and your tongue ... you will fuck me, won't
you?"

He nodded dumbly. Her fingers slid down his body and she undid his
jeans, pulled down the fly and he gasped as her fingers curled around
his cock. She jerked his penis tenderly.

"You're beautiful," she murmured. "You've got a beautiful body and a
beautiful cock. I want it." He groaned, and his penis throbbed and
quivered as she pumped it gently, raking her fingernails up and down
the long shaft.

She kissed him again and when she broke the kiss, drowning in her warm
brown eyes, he gasped, "You. Was it really you?"

"Of course," she murmured, kissing him again, sliding her tongue along
his lips, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "Of course it was."

Quick as a snake, then, she went down on her knees before him. Manish
looked down, incredulous, thinking it's happening, it's happening!
Shirlyn's lips parted and her tongue swirled out and over his thick
cock-head. 

"OHHHHH uhh yes!" he gasped sharply, his belly snapping inward in
shock. 

Instantly, her lips slipped around his cock-head and she took his cock
deep in her mouth and began sucking it with a steadily intensifying
pressure, using her tongue cunningly on his bulging, swollen
cock-head. Manish gasped and moaned and instinct took over and he
began fucking her mouth, jerking his hips back and forth, pushing his
cock in and out of her mouth. She moaned deep in her cock-filled
throat and sucked his penis hungrily, her fingers and thumbs
encircling his shaft. 

"Ohhhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes!" he gasped.

Manish moaned, his head bent, watching incredulously, scarcely
believing that it was happening. His body burned with lust and
exhilaration and his balls and cock throbbed with an excitement he'd
never known. His pulse raced and there was a pounding in his head. He
moaned and panted, his chest heaving and thought, she's sucking it,
sucking it just like she was on screen and now there's no difference,
none at all, he's doing it, he's with her, he can touch and feel and
oh god yes, he can, he can enter her and take her and have her and, oh
lord yes, oh yes, and fuck her. His cock spurted pre-cum gunk and she
groaned, opening her mouth wide and jerking his cock over her lips so
he could see his jizz spurting into her mouth. She took his cock in
her mouth again. He was about to come when she stopped and leaned
back. She got to her feet and kissed him again, writhing her cunt
against his crotch. Her cunt was wetter now. 

"Fuck me," she said softly. "Shove your cock into my slit, Manish.
Come on."

They went to the bedroom and stumbled into bed. She went down on her
back, kissing him hungrily and drew his body over hers, spreading her
legs wide, bending her knees. The callow youth fumbled in her crotch. 

"Gently," she murmured and, taking his cock in her hand, guided it to
her cunt. "There," she said. "Can you feel my cunt's heat now on your
prick? Can you feel how wet it is? Come on, Manish ... shove your cock
into my slit!"

The youth gasped and lurched into her. Shirlyn moaned, arching her
body under his. Her cunt rose to meet his and he gasped at its heat
and tightness, at its fierce convulsions on his cock. His loins
bubbled, the heat was unbearable.

"Don't!" she hissed sharply. "Don't come! Not yet! Not so soon! You
must fuck me slowly ... for a long time ... think, Manish! Think!
Remember the tape! Fuck me like that man did, Hari! Remember how he
did it?"

How could he forget? Each image was seared into memory. He gasped,
panting like an animal and forced his body to stillness.

"That's it," she murmured, smiling wantonly, her eyes dancing. "That's
it. You can control your body, Manish, but only with your mind. Never
forget that. Control is everything and to have control you must
concentrate, you must focus. If your mind loses control, your body
will lose control. Understand?"

He gasped, biting his lower lip, and nodded. She smiled and drew his
head down to hers, kissed him. Her breasts were hot and heavy under
his chest and her rigid nipples scraped his hard chest. The gold
necklace glittered on her golden skin. He stared at her, drowning in
the warmth of her eyes. She arched lazily and her hips began to writhe
under his, churning her cunt with his cock. It felt wonderful. She
whimpered softly, caressing his body, stroking his powerful back and
shoulders, clenching his buttocks, pulling him deep inside her.

"Mm ... that's so good, Manish ... your cock is pressing on my
clitoris ... that feels lovely ... c'mon ... suck my tits!" She arched
and squeezed her breasts in her hands, lifting them to his face.

"Yes ... suck harder ... oh ma yes ... that's it! Bite my nipples uhhh
ahhh yes oh god you're good, Manish, you're so good!"

She guided the teenager, murmuring her instructions and gasping in
pleasure as he obeyed. He was very good. His cock was big and hard and
thick and, in this, unlike his studies, his will was strong and his
mind was firm. He was uneducated, but that problem she could meet. 

Now, bent over her, his rhythm steadied gradually, evened out. It was
like learning to ride a bicycle, Shirlyn thought, once you got the
hang of it you could spin away on your own. 

Manish's mind soared. He arched his head and moved rhythmically over
her, flexing and unflexing his buttocks alternately, swinging his hips
up and down, up and down in a ceaseless, effortless stroke. He felt
powerful and strong. He was fit and healthy and his body obeyed his
mind. He focused on what he was doing, as she told him to do,
concentrated on fucking her rather than the clamour in his gonads,
which he forced into the background. It worked. She wasn't faking
anything, and he knew that with certainty. She really liked what he
was doing to her.

"Yes ... oh god yes! Ohhh uhhh yes, Manish, yes! C'mon ... faster ...
uhhh yes ... harder ... oh ma uhhh yes ... keep going ... oh fuck yes
... c'mon Manish ... yes ... do it ... fuck me uhhh oh ma uhhhh yes
... c'mon baby ... shove it in ... yes! That's it! Shove it right in,
lover! Oh god oh god oh god yes!"

He moved faster and faster and her body rocked and jerked under his
thrusts, her breasts jiggling as he rammed his cock in and out of her
cunt. 

"Manish ... c'mon ... say something! Talk! Use those lovely dirty
words you know! Let me hear you, Manish!"

He gasped. "Yes ... oh uhhh yes ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon ... whore!"

"Yes!" she cried. "Say it again!"

"Whore! Cunt! Take it! Take it, slut! Take my cock you fucking bitch!"

"OHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes Oh ma uhhhh yes! Oh god yes!" she cried.

The bed rocked and bounced as he fucked her, pounding furiously in and
out of her cunt now, his hips bobbing and bouncing in a frenzy over
her thighs. She gasped and cried out, her head jerking from side to
side, her body whipping and tossing frantically on the bed, her hips
bucking and heaving under his, her cunt spasming and contracting
feverishly on his pistoning penis.

Suddenly, she stopped him, gasping and panting, her chest heaving.
"Not so fast!" she hissed. "Not so fast, not yet! C'mon ... lick my
slit! Tongue-fuck me!"

Manish moaned and thrust his cock into her feverishly a few times
before he obeyed. He slid out of her and began to slide down her body.

"Not like that," she snapped. "Slowly ... lick my tits ... suck them
... then go down slowly ... then tongue-fuck me."

Manish squeezed one breast and took it in his mouth. She groaned,
arching. Her nipple quivered under his tongue. He whipped it rapidly.

"Ohhh uhh yes! That's it!" she gasped, squeezing her other breast in a
frenzy as flames of lust leaped through her body. "Oh yes!"

He moved to the other breast, sucked it sharply, nibbled her nipple.
Instinct guided him and he slid his hand into her crotch and arched a
finger into her slit. She gasped in surprised delight. Her hips bucked
under his hand. He began masturbating her slowly, twisting his finger
in her cunt, pressing his knuckle to her gorged clitoris. Slowly, he
rocked his hand back and forth, running his finger in and out of her
cunt, which convulsed in a hot, wet frenzy on his finger. Squeezing
her breasts together, he sucked and nibbled both nipples
simultaneously. Shirlyn's body writhed and twisted on the bed, her
head jerked to one side, her chest heaving, her hips bucking, her face
twisted in lust, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth torn open. Her cries
rang in his ears, arousing him further. Slowly, he released her
breasts and slid downward, dragging his tongue over her slender,
gorgeous body, lapping at the dewdrops of sweat that beaded her belly,
going lower, swirling his tongue throug!  h her navel, descending
further. Her legs forked apart and she clawed her cunt-lips open for
him. Manish stared in fascination at her lovely, wet, soft cunt. The
long stem of her stiff clitoris quivered. He pulled her cunt-lips open
and, opening his mouth, thrust his tongue into the moist cavern. The
effect was astonishing.

"Oh mauh ahuh OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Shirlyn gasped, her body arching
steeply, her hands flying to her breasts, squeezing and crushing them
erotically, her head arched back, her long neck craned. "OHHHHHH uhh
yes oh god yes!"

Her juices were tangy to the taste and he lapped them gently, then
flipped his tongue at her clitoris. She gasped again, hissing in
delight and her hands twined in his hair and she moved his head round
and round in her crotch to suit her pleasure. Manish pushed his face
deeper into her crotch and probed her crevice with his tongue. 

"Ohh uhh oh fuck yes!" Shirlyn called. "Oh ma uhh ahhh yes oh god yes,
Manish, yes oh yes there! That's it oh yes! That's it baby ... yes ...
tongue-fuck me lover ... ahhhhhh uhh oh god oh god oh god yes! Do it
... ohhh uhhh yes!"

His tongue felt wonderful, tentative at first and then greedy and
demanding as he probed and pried in her slit, exploring its recesses,
lapping at her streaming juices. Shirlyn whimpered ecstatically, her
loins blazing with unfaked lust, her head flipping from side to side,
her body twitching and jerking as if she was being fucked, her breasts
jiggling between her arms. She arched her tongue over her slender,
bowed upper lip in a curiously wanton gesture and, hissing in joy,
slid her hands up her body, over her snapped-in belly to her breasts,
lifting and squeezing them eagerly, sensuously rolling the nipples
under her palms, pinching her erect, quivering nipples.

"Mm ... oh baby yes!" she breathed, her voice sexily sibilant with
lust. "Oh god that's so good ... now ... stick your finger back in ...
yes! That's it!"

Manish began to finger- and tongue-fuck her simultaneously. Again,
instinct guided him and, without instruction, he swung around so that
his crotch was over her face. Shirlyn opened her mouth immediately and
drew his cock into it and began to suck it hungrily, exulting at the
knowledge that he had done this on his own, without bidding. They
sixty-nined eagerly, their heads buried in each other's crotches, his
hips bucking over her face as he fucked it, his head rolling and
twisting as he tongue-fucked her cunt while he tormented her gorged
clitoris with his fingertips.

She heaved him off her body and flipped around onto her forearms and
knees, spreading her legs.

"C'mon Manish," she panted. "Fuck me again now ... fuck me from behind
... fuck me like a bitch ... do it!"

Manish scrambled to his knees behind her, panting and gasping, his
muscular body shining with sweat, his chest heaving. He pressed his
cock-head between her buttocks as he had seen the other man on the
video tape do.

"Not there," she groaned. "That's my ass ... not there ... not now
anyway ... you can fuck it later, if you like ... first take my cunt,
Manish ... fuck me hard!"

Reaching back, she guided his cock to her cunt. He gripped her
buttocks and with a shuddering moan, thrust powerfully into her.
Shirlyn cried out, her head snapping up, her face contorting and
twisting in a rictus of lust as the huge cock surged into her
cunt-flesh driving a tidal wave of pleasure before it. Her body
lurched forward and her long neck arched upward.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH uhh Oh ma uh Manish uhhh oh Muhhhhniiish uhh
OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

Her cry thrilled him. He gasped loudly. "C'mon! Take it, bitch! C'mon!
Take my cock, whore! Take my cock in your cunt!"

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh fuck yes, Manish, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He began fucking her rapidly, jerking his hips back and forth,
gripping her waist and rocking her body to and fro beneath his.
Shirlyn gasped and cried out, her gold chain tossing and swinging, her
pendulous breasts jiggling. He slid his hands up her body and squeezed
them eagerly. There was thunder in his groin. His pulse raced. He
moved faster, pummelling her buttocks with his thighs, slapping his
flesh loudly at hers, his balls swinging up against her cunt-lips as
he plowed into her hot furrow. She jerked and rocked under him,
dragging her cunt up and down the length of his tumescence, her
breasts jiggling, her face arched, her necklace swinging. She turned
her face over her shoulder. Manish thought he had never seen anyone so
lovely.

"God," she panted. "You're so fucking good, Manish! Keep doing it,
lover! Just ... don't ... stop ... fucking ... me ... ahhhhh uhhh yes
... oh ma yes!" 

She arched her tongue sensuously over her upper lip. He leaned forward
and kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her
breasts and pinching her rigid nipples.

"Your hips!" she gasped. "Swing your hips as you shove it in! Yes! Oh
fuck yes! Oh god oh god oh god yes!"

He swung his hips in snapping arcs and his cock entered her from all
angles, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "I love being fucked like this ... I fuck so
many guys like this ... they love it, too ... even Anand ... yes ...
even him ... your brother! He fucks me like this, too, Manish, just
like this! And he loves it!"

Manish roared, his face mottling in fury. She was his, his, how dare
she fuck anyone else! He rammed his cock into her savagely and she
cried out thinly and he rammed in again, and yet again. Her cunt
spasmed on his cock, squeezing and contracting powerfully. He fucked
her brutally, incensed and aroused by the knowledge that his brother
had done this, too, had done it before him, had taken what was, by
rights, his, and only his. He heard her cry out sharply, tense and
stiffen and felt the feverish convulsions of her cunt on his cock and
knew that she was orgasming. He gasped, panting with lust, forcing
himself to deny the incessant hammering in his loins. Not yet, not
yet, he said to himself.

Beneath him, Shirlyn moaned ecstatically realising that he hadn't
succumbed to his lust and the call of his body. Her orgasm waned and
she moaned, her head sinking between her arms, her chest heaving,
waiting for him to take over now, giving him the initiative. He took
it and instantly she rejoiced, knowing that she had achieved her
intention, broken through, completely and finally.

"Your ass, bitch," he snarled. "Now I want to fuck you in your ass!"

He slid out of her cunt and pressed his cock-head to her anus,
creasing her buttocks open in his hard fingers. Shirlyn moaned and
sank forward in a steep *namaz* pose, lifting her buttocks high, her
shoulders on the bed, her face turned on its side. Manish flexed his
buttocks and his cock-head popped into her rear channel. Shirlyn cried
out, her head snapping up, her long neck craning, her face twisting in
an agony of lust, her mouth jerking open, her eyes screwed shut, her
lips jerked back over her teeth.

"OHMAUHHOHMANISH UHHH OHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.

He laughed softly. "Like it, eh bitch? Like my cock in your ass, don't
you?"

"Yes! Oh god yes, oh uh yes!" she gasped.

"Then take it, whore!" he roared. "Take it all!"

And slowly drilled her rear channel and began to sodomize her deeply
and thoroughly, grinding his cock in and out of her anus. It savaged
his penis, biting down furiously and convulsively on his cock and he
couldn't hold back too long. With a shuddering moan, he exploded and
she groaned as she felt the sharp sting of his jizz spurting endlessly
into her asshole. He held it there and then drew it out slowly and
squeezed it into her cunt again and fucked her slowly for a few
minutes.

"Haven't finished, cunt," he grunted. "I want lots more. Lots more!
And you're going to give it to me!"

Despite her experience with men, Shirlyn was awed by the Manish's
stamina and powers of recovery. She sucked his cock again, gently
arousing him till he was rock-hard once more and then, pushing him
down on his back, mounted him, straddling his lean hips. He looked up
at her, gazing at her lovely, slender, full-breasted body in joy and,
sliding his hands up her body, cupped and squeezed her breasts. She
groaned, smiling wantonly and begin to rock up and down on his cock,
sliding her cunt along its length. She leaned forward on outstretched
arms and her breasts bounced invitingly, her gold necklace tossing and
jumping on her golden skin. 

"Oh baby yes!" she groaned. "That feels so good, Manish ... your
cock's so good in my slit!"

Rearing back, she hissed her pleasure, grinding her hips in erotic
circles on his lap, churning her cunt with his cock. He gasped. The
feeling was exquisite as her hot, tight cunt convulsed rhythmically on
his throbbing erection. She slid her hands sexily up her body, lifting
and squeezing her breasts. Her skin shone with sweat. Dewdrops of
perspiration beaded her upper lip and the nape of her neck and thin
rivulet trickled between her breasts. Manish pumped his hips steadily
under her, holding her waist and moving her up and down on his cock
with an ease and style that astonished both of them.

"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore, take it!" he gasped as the heat built
afresh.

"Ohhh uhh yes! Oh god yes!" she cried, her belly sucked inward, her
body rocking and jerking over his bucking hips.

Faster and faster she went, her breasts bouncing, her gold necklace
tossing and slapping on her golden skin, her face radiant with lust.
Her buttocks bounced off his thighs and her cunt rose and fell, rose
and fell, sliding up and down the length of his slippery, throbbing,
burning hot, rock-hard penis. Her cries rose in pitch and volume and
her cunt convulsed feverishly on his penis.

"OHHHH uh OH ma uhh Ohma Ohmauh ahhh uhh yes Oh fuck yes Manish yes oh
fuck yes OHHH uhhh yes uhhh OHHHH uhhh yes!" she gasped.

With a ululating cry, her cunt jammed down on his cock, spasming
frenziedly on the throbbing erection, she fell forward over him. He
crushed her breasts in his hand and she kissed him hard, thrusting her
tongue into his mouth. He gripped her buttocks and jerked her cunt up
and down on his cock as an orgasm crashed through her body and then he
hammered his hips violently up into her, making her gasp and moan as
his cock rammed into her flesh. Seconds after she came, he thudded
into her, jerked her cunt down hard on his cock, making her gasp and
dig her teeth into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders and shot
his wad. She moaned, her hips writhing over his as the jizz spumed in
a surprisingly heavy fountain into her cunt.

Their bodies sank onto the bed, streaming with sweat. Shirlyn slid off
his cock and snuggled against him, caressing him gently, licking his
nipple. He fondled her breasts. They dozed. Her fingers crawled down
to his cock.

"Ready for more?" she murmured. "I am."

"Horny bitch. Whore. Cunt. Slut."

"Mm. All that and more. Anything for a good fuck."

"I need to shower. So do you."

"This feels sexy."

"Yeah. But I've got to study, haven't I? Can't fuck all day!"

Shirlyn felt like weeping with joy. She had done it! She smiled
prettily and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"You're right," she said quietly. "Let's sit and work. But like this.
Naked."

"All right."

They went back to the table and now he was relaxed and confident and
quickly absorbed what he had to. He wasn't brilliant, but he wasn't
dumb. With the oppressive cloud of sexual tension gone, his mind had
burst out into a clear calmness. She found the work done surprisingly
quickly and accurately.

He shut the books. "That's it, then," he grinned. "All done. More of
that tomorrow."

"And now?" She leaned across the table and kissed him. 

He cupped her naked breast and felt it swell in his hands. "Now, dear
teacher, time for a little sex-ed. Come on, let's fuck in the bath."

They showered together and he fucked her standing up, holding her in
his hands with her arms about his shoulders, her legs wrapped around
his lean hips, her cunt impaled on his cock. He savaged her cunt,
taking her brutally, ramming his cock in and out of her cunt till she
came. He held back and made her go down on her knees and suck his
cock, fucking her mouth till he came, shooting thick jizz into her
mouth and spattering her face and breasts with it.

Two weeks later and Manish's rhythm was already a demanding and
exciting lover. He could fuck her at length without coming. They hit a
routine. When she arrived, they went straight to bed and he fucked her
unhurriedly for an hour. Then he worked on his books and then they
fucked again. He was doing well and Shirlyn found the teaching easy
and relaxed now. And the sex was terrific. 

On the bed, Shirlyn's body rocked and snapped with his thrusts and her
cries were loud and raw with pleasure. Her breasts jumped and jiggled
as he rammed hard into her. She squeezed her breasts and opened her
eyes and looked at him and saw him smiling through his gasps, his eyes
bright and twinkling, filled with the knowledge that he would fuck her
for a long time still. He bent his head and kissed her and her eyes
closed again and her hips arched to his, her cunt sucking in his cock.
She had done it. She had taught him. She ran her tongue into his ear,
squeezing his buttocks and drawing him deeper into her hot, hungry
flesh.

"Fuck me from behind, Manish," she gasped. "Please. Do it. I want it!
C'mon, Manish, fuck me!"

He slid out of her and she turned on her front and dropped in a squat
astride her hips and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt. Shirlyn
whimpered, writhing her buttocks against him in delight. He squeezed
her breasts and began to fuck her slowly and methodically, sliding his
hips to and fro, back and forth, taking her with measured confidence
and assurance. He was very good, much better than his brother. Shirlyn
groaned, rocking back and forth on all fours under him, running her
cunt up and down the length of his big, thick shaft. Her breasts
jiggled and her gold necklace swung and tossed as they moved.

"C'mon, you whore!" he rasped. "Take it! Take it, bitch! Take my
cock!" He dug his fingers into her hips and thrust deep into her hot
cunt.

Shirlyn gasped softly. "Yes ... oh yes Manish yes ... fuck me ... oh
that's good ... yes ... fuck me hard, lover ... ohhhh uhhhh yes! Oh
god yes! Shove it in, Manish! Shove your cock into my cunt!"

Manish is slamming his hips to and fro at Shirlyn's buttocks with loud
slaps. Her body jerks and rocks violently under his and her cries are
ragged and hoarse with ecstasy and her face is twisted with lust, her
lips drawn back over her pearly teeth, her mouth wide open, her eyes
screwed shut. Her chest heaves and her breath comes in sobbing gasps
as the teenager plunges his huge cock in and out of her cunt without
respite.

"Take it!" he grunts. "C'mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock! Take it
all, slut! Take it!"

He is under no pressure now. He can control himself. He is strong and
he has the will. He can fuck her as he likes and she will love it. He
grins and thrusts into her without difficulty. Beneath him, Shirlyn,
the teacher, succumbs to her pupil's needs. He has learned to fuck her
well. He can learn anything. He has the desire.

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