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Archive name: India14.txt
Authors name: Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>
Story Title : SHIVA'S BRIDE

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The man's firmly rounded buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically.
His hips moved unhurriedly up and down, back and forth, in a smooth,
seamless, rocking action. His muscular body glistened bronze, his
powerful shoulders rippling smoothly, the strong, cleanly defined
muscles in his thighs cording.

Although not beautiful, the twenty-two year old woman who lay beneath
him was undeniably appealing. She was fair-skinned, with an
intelligent, lively face. Her hair was silky and dark and long,
braided with a centre parting. Her eyes were small, but nicely shaped
and dark. Her nose was slim, slightly curved. She had an oval face
with a pointed chin. Her mouth was delectable, the lips moist and
soft, the upper slim and bowed over the full, straight lower lip. Her
teeth were very white and even, the front teeth large and square and
strong. She wore no makeup except for a small bindi, the little red
vermilion dot, between her neatly trimmed eyebrows.

She lay on her back, naked, perspiring slightly, her creamy skin
glistening with sweat. She wore a gold necklace and matching earrings
and finger-rings of diamond and gold. 

Her body was soft, yet firm, ripe and luscious. Her neck swept to
high, full, ripe, rounded breasts tipped with long hard nipples in
puckered aureoles. Her belly was curved but firm and her hips flared
to tempting buttocks that invited a lover to fuck her from behind in
her cunt or, better still, in her ass, something she dearly loved and
seldom forswore. Her limbs were smoothly turned, well-shaped, her
hands and feet elegant, her wrists and ankles slender. 

Her name was Leena, and she had the voice of an angel. A professional
classical vocalist, she was also the high priestess of a remote,
virtually unknown, temple in the forested hills of central India. The
temple had a small but devoted congregation from what few hamlets and
villages were scattered over the sparsely populated region. 

The people kept to themselves and their congregations were secret
cabals. This was not without reason. The temple was dedicated to
Shiva, the third of the Hindu Trinity, the Destroyer, terrible in his
wrath, undeniable in his demands, irresistible in appearance,
relentless, untiring in his physical prowess, unmatched in the power
and grace of his dance and music. The arcane worship of the temple had
been distilled over the centuries to a concentration on divine music
and unfettered sexual gratification. All avenues to the Lord converged
on these two nodes, from whence sprang enlightenment, salvation and
eternal joy. Prayer meetings had but two sounds, primal, eternal,
quintessential: those of music and of sex. Every prayer assembly was
an unfettered orgy.

As the high priestess of the temple, Leena enjoyed virtually unlimited
power over the devotees. The religious fervour was intense, the
people's devotion to her unquestioning and absolute. The faith
pervaded deep their lives and beings. Her music elevated them, her
sexual ability and depth of desire transported them. There were no
limitations on the type of sex that could be enjoyed. Every woman and
every man was expected to sate every other's desire. Under Leena's
gentle, yet firm rule, no one left the temple unfulfilled. She herself
took any man she fancied; and, as the Priestess, she was required
always to have at least one male consort to service her exclusively.

The man with her now was one of the two currently anointed. At twenty,
handsome and muscular, Som was an exceptionally fine lover. Leena
selected him from a dozen candidates. She fucked each one separately
and, after ten days, narrowed the list by half. She fucked these men
again, testing them with greater demands. Finally, she brought the
list down to two. She couldn't decide between them and so kept them
both. 

Som had finely chiselled, clean-shaven features: A sharp, knife-blade
nose, a slim-lipped, wide mouth, a rugged, square jaw with a sexy
cleft in the chin, high cheekbones, a wide brow, dark, deep-set eyes,
and a thick, short, dark hair. His body was superb. The neck was thick
with muscle and led to a sprawling expanse of shoulders. His torso
slashed in a savagely tapering V from the broad shoulders to the high
hips and a narrow waist. His back swept inward from shoulder to spine,
curving down to his waist. His chest was broad and deeply cleaved,
with small dark nipples pulled low and wide on either side of the
bulging pectorals. His belly was flat and hard as a washboard, with
every ridge of muscle clearly defined. The torso was entirely
hairless, even the armpits depilated. His arms and legs were long and
filled with thick, rounded bunches of muscle. There was not an ounce
of fat on him and his smooth, dark brown skin seemed to be stretched
taut over his  body, so that the ve!  ins and muscles stood out in
hard ridges. His genital endowment matched his physique. Limp, his
cock was fully eight inches long and nearly two inches thick. When she
had aroused him by sucking and licking it hungrily for several long
minutes, it swelled to a magnificent ten and a half inches in length
and two and a half inches thick.

They were in the well-appointed stone-walled cell she used as her
bedchamber behind the main sanctum of the temple. The room was one of
a suite of five that were her inviolable domain. No one entered
without leave. The room had a large platform for a bed, covered with a
thick, soft mattress.

Now she closed her eyes and moaned softly, her body jerking gently
with his thrusts, her fingers clenching his thickly padded shoulders.
Bent over her on his forearms, Som kept his eyes on her face, rivetted
by her sensual loveliness. Her lips were parted and her two front
teeth glistened in the pale flicker from the burning tapers on the
walls. Her cunt, hot and wet and tight, convulsed greedily on his
pistoning penis, her hips writhing and lurching rhythmically under
his.

"Yes," she murmured. "Fuck me, Som ... fuck my cunt ... yes ... shove
your cock into my slit, Som ... fuck me ... yes ... ohhh that feels so
good ... come on ... fuck me harder ... ahhhhhh uhh yes ... that's
it!"

The youth picked up speed effortlessly, rocking his hips swiftly up
and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his enormous
penis plunging and pistoning steeply in and out of her cunt. She
hissed in pleasure as he rammed his cock into her flesh. It crushed
her gorged clitoris in its back and forth, to and fro passage, mashing
her cunt-flesh delightfully. Her body lurched and jerked faster and
faster under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her gold
necklace slithering and tossing. Her head flipped from side to side as
she moaned ecstatic obscenities, her tongue arching erotically across
her upper lip.

"Mm ... ohhhh yes ... oh ma uhhhh yes uhhh yes ... c'mon Som ... fuck
me ... fuck me like a whore, Som ... ohhhhhhhh uhhhh yes ... ohhh
that's so good ... shove it in Som ... shove it all in ... ahhhhh yes
... that's it ... like that ... mm, ohh that's good ... don't stop,
lover ... c'mon, harder! Ram it in! OHHHHH uhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!"

He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked
it sexily, her hands roaming up and down his muscular body. Her
fingers dug into the thick muscles of his shoulders. As he moved
faster still, her hands slid down to his buttocks and she squeezed
them eagerly, pulling his flesh deeper into her own. He nuzzled her
throat, swept his tongue through her ear.

"C'mon, whore ... take it ... c'mon, you fucking bitch ... take my
cock ... fuck yes ... take it ... oh fuck yes Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh take
it, slut, take it!"

The coarse words aroused her. She gasped and bucked eagerly under him,
her legs spreading wider, her hips rocking up and down in increasing
urgency, her body jerking and lurching in pleasure. 

"C'mon, you whoring bitch," he growled, ramming savagely into her
flesh. "Take my cock, slut! C'mon! Squeeze it with your cunt, bitch
... do it!"

Only her lovers were permitted to use such language, and then only
when fucking her. At other times, she was always Atya, elder sister.
Som savoured these moments, knowing that he was privileged. It was
only in bed that he could dominate her without fear. He remembered
vividly the time when a man who used her name in an attempt at jocular
familiarity had been raped nearly to death by six livid men from the
congregation. 

Abruptly, he slowed, making her groan in frustration. He chuckled and
stroked slowly in and out of her flesh, slowing down even more until
he was almost motionless. She gasped, writhing and thrashing beneath
him. Suddenly, he switched to a violent trip-hammer rhythm, his hips
rocking furiously back and forth and up and down, hammering at hers,
his buttocks opening and closing rapidly, his cock ramming and
plunging and reaming and plundering and slamming into her flesh. 

"OH MA UHHH OHHHH UHH SO ... UHHH ... OHHHHHHHHHM uhh OHHHHHHHHH!" she
cried, her head whipping back, her mouth tearing open, her body
jerking and lurching and thrashing furiously under his, her fingers
digging into the powerful, taut buttocks.

Again he slowed without warning and again, as she moaned thickly,
delirious with the pleasure of his dexterous invasion of her flesh, he
snapped into action, plunging demonically in and out of her flesh.

Leena orgasmed violently, her cunt convulsing frantically on his
throbbing, swollen penis, her body arching, the breath hissing from
her throat in a choking, rattling gasp. The man groaned, arching his
head, fighting to control himself as the intense heat and suffocating
tightness of her cunt enveloped his being. He continued ramming his
cock into her cunt repeatedly till at last her orgasm ebbed. He slowed
gradually, rocking gently in and out of her cunt. He knew that she
would want more. He slid out of her and she murmured in pleasure,
sighed, stretched, lifting her arms above her head, a smile dancing on
her pretty lips, hooking her fingers in the gaps of the intricately
carved stone lattice-screen above the bed. The screen was carved with
miniature erotic sculptures depicting in considerable detail a
bewildering variety of sexual positions, some seemingly impossible.
Som knew that Atya had tried all of them and moved on to still others,
many of which were beyond even the m!  aster-carvers' particularly
lurid imaginations.

"That was lovely," Leena murmured. "Now again. More."

Som smiled and bent to kiss her, his hand on her swollen breast,
fondling the luscious turgid mound, pinching her erect nipple.

"Shall I lick your slit?"

"Mm. Slowly."

"Yes. As always. What shall I use?"

"Anything. Everything. You decide."

Leena closed her eyes, spread her legs wider still. Som smiled down at
her luscious naked form as he got to his knees on the bed. He turned
to a high, slender-legged, folding teakwood table that stood by the
bed, its surface covered by a spotless white damask cloth on which
several curious objects were neatly arranged. There was a small,
stoppered glass flask with a viscous, pale amber liquid and, next to
it, three black stone crucibles with matching pestles. A pair of
strange black gloves nestled in a corner of the table. Som took these
first and quickly slid his hands into them. The gloves were odd. The
entire surface, from finger-tip to wrist was a fine web of strands of
round black beads of various sizes. The strands were woven close so
that his fingers did not spill out between the interstices. Som flexed
his fingers and then slid his hands up Leena's belly and over her
breasts. She gasped softly as the beads rolled over her flesh and the
turgid mounds of her breasts and !  stiff nipples. She clenched his
hands in hers over her breasts. He squeezed them gently, flicking her
rigid nipples under his gloved hands. She writhed ecstatically as
tiny, hot tongues of lust leaped through her body. Som moved his hands
away. She groaned thickly.

"C'mon," he murmured. "Suck me."

He shuffled back slightly. Leena moaned and turned around on all fours
before him. Som reached to the table and picked up one of the vessels.
Slipping off one glove, he dipped his finger into the finely ground
amorphous powder and tasted it on the tip of his tongue, nodding in
approval. Taking a generous pinch, he snorted it one nostril and then
the other and then held the vessel at his groin and pushed his cock
into it. He replaced the crucible and now his cock was coated with the
fine white powder. He slipped the glove back on and pulled her head to
his crotch as the aphrodisiac burst into his loins. He gasped thickly,
his muscles cording and stretching and popping powerfully. Quickly,
Leena took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it furiously. On
his knees, Som groaned and gasped, fucking her mouth rapidly, his
gloved hands on her swollen, pendulous breasts, moving up to her head,
rocking it back and forth, caressing her face, going down to her
breasts again.

"Yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, bitch! Suck my dick! Suck it harder! C'mon
whore! Do it! Ohhhhhh uhh yes uhhh ohhh yes oh fuck yes!"

He came violently and without warning. Sensing his orgasm, Leena
opened her lips under his cock, taking the thick, hot, creamy spurts
of jizz in her mouth. He kept coming and coming and, bent before him
on all fours, she whimpered as her mouth flooded. She swallowed what
she could, and still it kept spurting. 

Jizz dribbled down her face and chin. Groaning, she rose on her knees
before him, jerking his cock, and, bending low, squeezed her breasts
over his still fountaining penis, taking his gunk on her breasts, in
her cleavage and on her belly and thighs. The hot jizz tingled on her
warm, sweat-flecked flesh, trickling sexily over her body.

It was an awesome load; but she knew that it was only the first,
irrelevant, immediate reaction to the highly potent aphrodisiacs.
There was an enormous store of it within him yet, and, indeed, his
erection had not waned in the least. He grunted in relief and smiled
gratefully at her. She licked his slippery cock, her fair-skinned body
flecked with his gunk.

He pushed her away gently and she went back down on her back,
spreading her arms and legs wantonly. Som grinned at her and,
thrusting his hand under soft, thin pillows pulled out four scarves of
fine muslin. Working quickly, he lashed her wrists to the frame at the
top of the bed. At its bottom corners, the bed had two short posts.
Thick brass bars were attached to this by fitting rings. The bars were
about three feet long and had brass loops at their free ends. He
pulled the bars around, pointing to her feet, threaded one end of the
remaining two scarves through each loop and knotted the other end of
the scarves to her ankles. Now Leena was bound to the bed, her arms
high and wide, her legs forked wide apart, the knees bent. She could
neither straighten her legs nor lift them, for the brass bars
restricted movement. She was utterly at his mercy. Leena wriggled and
twitched on the bed in excitement. 

Som picked up the flask from the table, uncorked it and slowly tipped
it over her body from a height. The oily liquid spattered her body,
dribbling and trickling over her breasts, down her belly, into her
crotch, through her cleavage. Leena gasped. Som tipped the flash
further and, when he had emptied it, put it aside. Leena's body
glistened with an erotic mix of his gunk and the oil. Slowly, he began
massaging her body with his gloved hands, rubbing the mixture of oil
and jizz into her flesh. Leena gasped and writhed on the bed. The oil
was a particularly potent herbal extract. Combined with jizz, it was
even more powerful. It seeped into her flesh, making it tingle and
warm, arousing every nerve and fibre. Her cunt dripped with excitement
and her breasts felt hot and heavy, the nipples quivering stiffly. As
his beaded gloves rolled over her body, she writhed and squirmed,
gasping softly.

"Oh god Som oh god," she whimpered.

Just watching her turned him on. He paused and took up the first
container. It contained a coarsely ground, dark brown, muddy paste. He
scooped some of it out and plastered her belly with it. More went on
her breasts and aureoles, on her neck and thighs and wide-open slit.
He left behind in the bowl as he replaced it and, turning, began
smearing the paste over her body. This, too, was a herbal extract,
even more stimulating than the oil; in combination, and with gunk
added, their effect was devastating. 

Leena gasped and cried out as hot tongues of lust licked at her
nipples and groin. Her breasts felt enormously hard and heavy and
swollen. But he was only beginning. Now he took the vessel with the
white powder, and, taking a pinch in his forefinger and thumb, held it
under her flared nostril. She snorted it and quickly he held another
pinch under the other nostril. Leena gasped, feeling dizzy as the drug
powered through her body. She arched, straining at her bonds, her hips
quivering and shuddering, her cunt streaming copiously now. Som
smeared some powder on her lips and, pushing his gloved finger into
her mouth, over her gums. Leena whimpered, feeling giddy as the beaded
fingertip caressed her mouth.

Her aureoles and breasts and nipples were sticky with all the stuff he
had poured over them. He sprinkled powder over them and then, bending,
kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth. She
moaned and writhed under him, sucking his tongue eagerly. He bent his
head to her breasts and she cried out thickly as his heavy tongue
rolled over one breast, his gloved hand working the other, squeezing
and crushing it tenderly. She felt her breasts would burst, her
nipples snap off. He worked them relentlessly under his lips and
teeth, sucking, nibbling, whipping the hard points with his tongue.

"Oh ma uhhhh OHHHHH uhh Oh Som! Uhhhh OHHHH!" Leena gasped.

He crushed her swollen breasts together and sucked them
simultaneously, nibbling at her stiff nipples. Her body arched and she
cried out thinly, writhing and lurching under him. Flames of pleasure
licked at her breast-tips and cunt. Her hips heaved and gyrated wildly
under his body. Slowly, he slid a gloved hand down her slit and her
body whipped back, straining at her bonds as the rough beads scraped
over her distended cunt-lips. 

"OHHHHHHHHH uhhhh yes uhhhh yes!" she cried.

Som released her breasts and slid lower, dragging his tongue over her
round, firm belly, sweeping it through her navel, dipping lower to her
crotch. She moaned, biting her lower lip in tension. He parted her
cunt-lips with his gloved fingers and slowly dragged his tongue up and
down her dripping wet slit. She whimpered in pleasure, her hips
grinding eagerly under his face. Som paused, took some more of the
white magic and sprinkled it on her cunt-lips and the stem of her
clitoris, coated the gloved forefingers and thumbs of both hands with
the aphrodisiac. Then, bending, he thrust his tongue into her cunt,
curving its edges upward and inward to form a pointed, fleshy channel
into which he drew the gorged ridge of her clitoris. He whipped it
furiously, sucked it, nibbled on it.

On the bed, Leena shrieked softly, her mouth tearing open, her head
jerking back, her back bowing steeply, her breasts thrust upward, her
cunt lurching and shuddering as a series of orgasms crashed over her.
Her cunt-juices flooded his mouth and her cunt convulsed frantically.
Instantly, he jabbed two fingers into her cunt and started
finger-fucking her rapidly while his tongue continued to torment her
cunt-flesh. 

Her orgasms redoubled in intensity and frequency and she moaned
ecstatically, straining at her bonds, her body glistening with sweat
that, mingling with the aphrodisiacs massaged into her flesh, only
heightened the exquisite pleasure. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH ... uhhh ... OHHHHHHHH ... uhhhh ... OHHHH ... uhhhh
OHHHHHHHHHH!" Leena gasped.

On and on he went, and now he plunged his tongue deep into her cunt
while his hands reached up for her breasts. Leena thrashed
uncontrollably on the bed.

At last he paused and rose, his lips glistening with her juices. She
moaned deliriously on the bed, still orgasming ceaselessly. He bent
over her, squeezing her breasts and kissed her hard, thrusting his
tongue into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly, wantonly. He
straightened and, from the tray, picked up the final item, a long,
dark, open-ended sheath of hard latex, its surface punctuated by thick
knobs, long, stiff spikes and a tracery of bulging ridges. Quickly, he
slipped it onto his raging erection. His cock-head popped out of the
far end. He smeared the shaft with the muddy paste, coating it evenly
down its length, gasping as he smeared it over his protruding
cock-head. Then he took the white powder and coated the sheath and
cock-head with it. His cock glistened.

"Fuck me," she whimpered, eyeing his penis hungrily. "Fuck me hard,
Som, come on, do it!"

Her sex-slave knelt between her spread thighs and slowly pressed his
cock-head to her open cunt-lips. She tensed, eager, expectant. He
leaned forward, his gloves, sticky with aphrodisiacs on her breasts,
crushing them under his weight and then, with a quick snap of his hips
and flex of his powerful buttocks, plunged his cock deep into her cunt
in one, long, smooth thrust. The breath whooshed from her throat. Her
mouth tore open. Her head arched. She screamed. Her body bowed
steeply. Another orgasm crashed through her and, hard on its heels,
yet another. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his penis. Som slid
outward, paused fractionally, then rammed into her again. Leena cried
out and this only spurred him to do it again, pulling out and ramming
in wildly, savagely with a demonic plunge that sent his penis
thundering and surging and bursting into her convulsing cunt-flesh. Up
and down his hips went, snapping sharply with each thrust that drove
his cock in a hot surge deep into h!  er cunt.

Leena's orgasms were shattering. Endlessly, they crashed over like
tidal waves as his cock surged in and out of her cunt. The hard knobs
and spikes and ridges scraped into her slit, mashing her gorged
clitoris, crushing her sodden cunt-flesh, and the over-strength
aphrodisiacs powered through her body, detonating in her loins and
breasts with increasing power. She heard herself screaming with
pleasure, her body twisting and arching savagely, her hips pounding
frantically up and down, her cunt convulsing on his penis, her ankles
and wrists straining at the fine, yet unyielding bonds. 

He started ram-fucking her furiously and without warning, pounding in
and out of her flesh, ramming and reaming and plunging and pistoning
into her cunt, plundering her at will, plowing and burrowing and
squeezing and tunnelling, his hips snapping, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing. He panted softly, his powerful muscles rippling, his eyes
never leaving her face, transfixed by the visions of lust that spasmed
across her lovely visage. On and on he went, holding himself in check
without apparent effort, moving for her pleasure. The stiff sheath
enabled him to retain his erection and hold his orgasm at bay. 

Gradually, her orgasms ebbed in intensity and frequency. He kept
moving, matching his pace to hers, slowing as she slowed. She moaned,
gasping and sobbing joyously under him, whimpering and keening like a
lost puppy. He took his hands off her breasts and kissed her again.
Suddenly, he lifted his buttocks high and rammed into her savagely.
She choked and gasped, arching under him, her sticky, sweating body
pinned to his, her groin lurching against his. He chuckled and rammed
into her again.

Slowly, he drew out of her. Leena gasped at the sudden release in
pressure. Quickly, he undid her bonds. She moaned, her legs trembling,
her hands caressing his torso. He straightened and pulled off the
sheath. His naked cock throbbed and quivered. He took more paste and
powder and applied it liberally on his naked shaft, gasping as the
aphrodisiacs went to work in his groin. Roughly, he flipped her over
onto her front and jerked her hips up. She moaned and bent
submissively under him on her forearms and knees, her buttocks thrust
up to his pleasure, her fingers gripping the carved wooden headboard.
Working swiftly, he lashed her to the bed again.

"First your cunt, whore. Then your ass," Som announced.

Leena was in no condition to do anything but moan. She felt delirious
with lust and joy. His huge penis pressed between her buttocks, found
her open slit and surged swiftly and deeply into her cunt. She gasped,
crying out, her head lifting and his gloved hands squeezed her
swollen, pendulous breasts. She hissed in pleasure, writhing her
buttocks against his groin.

"Fuck me!" she whimpered. "Fuck me, Som, fuck me!"

Her consort gasped, flinging his handsome head back, gripping her hips
and began to fuck her quickly from behind, snapping his hips back and
forth, flexing and unflexing his buttocks, thrusting his cock in and
out of her clonic cunt. Leena gasped and groaned, rocking and jerking
back and forth under him, her heavy breasts swinging and jiggling, the
gold necklace tossing and flapping against her chin. Faster and faster
he went, his thighs cannoning off her buttocks, slapping loudly at
them. Holding her hips, he jerked her body back and forth under his,
dragging her cunt up and down the length of his cock. Her cunt was
hot, wet and incredibly tight and it spasmed frenetically on his
penis. 

The heat mushroomed in his loins as she orgasmed again and yet again.
With a loud moan, he drew out of her, exhaling sharply to control
himself.

"Now I want your ass," Som grunted. 

He applied more paste and powder to his cock and then pushed his
cock-head to her tight little anus. Leena quivered. She loved being
fucked in the ass and Som did it exceptionally well. His cock-head
pressed to her asshole and then he flexed his buttocks, his fingers
digging into her flesh, and eased his hips forward. His cock-head
popped into her anus. She felt no pain, just an overwhelming,
uncontainable lust. She hissed in pleasure, arching her tongue over
her upper lip, turning her face over her shoulder sexily. He groaned
and pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, tight rear
channel. Leena whimpered and writhed her buttocks against his groin.

"Yes! Oh uhh yes, Som, yes!" she gasped. "Fuck my ass, lover! Fuck it
hard!"

The man sodomised her slowly and heavily, moaning as the heat in his
loins grew. He rocked in and out of her anus, squeezing and crushing
her breasts in his hands, his hips swinging to and fro, his cock
surging in and out of her anus. Leena whimpered in pleasure, mewing as
orgasms swept through her, mouthing obscenities like a gutter-whore.
Som lost control. He ground into her asshole repeatedly and then,
pulling out, jerking his cock, exploded with a cry of relief. The gunk
spurted from his penis and spattered her back and buttocks and thighs,
dribbled into the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and cunt.
Groaning, he pushed his cock back into her anus and fucked her ass
gently for a few minutes and then slipped his cock into her cunt.
Leena groaned, rocking and swaying under him, waiting till he was
done. Slowly, he pulled out of her and undid her bonds. She sank onto
the bed, gasping and panting, catching her breath. A few minutes
later, she sat up, her face still an!  d composed, all traces of the
sweating, panting, whimpering, feverishly thrashing whore now quite
gone. She got off the bed, straightening her hair. Without a backward
glance, she walked away from him and into her bathing chamber. Som
heard the water running. He felt no bitterness. His presence here was
privilege enough. He arranged the sheets quickly and neatly, refilled
the crucibles, cleaned the sheath and let himself out. 

Half an hour later, Leena was fucking with her second consort. Haresh
was as good as Som, and his cock was even bigger. She murmured in
pleasure and arched under him, rocking gently back and forth as he
stroked smoothly and easily in and out of her cunt, fondling her
breasts, kissing her tenderly. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight on
his penis and Haresh groaned softly as he laboured over her, flexing
and unflexing his buttocks, swinging his hips in a steady, seamless
rhythm, crushing his cock through into her moist cunt-flesh. Beneath
him, Leena murmured her pleasure, a smile dancing on her pretty lips.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me Haresh ... fuck me like a whore!"

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