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Copyright 1998,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
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THE BINT FROM BOMBAY
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5
DIRTY HARRY
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"Actually, mine, you're one dishy hunk," Shirlyn said with
a grin.
"You're not half bad yourself, dear," her Harry
replied. "That makes us quite a couple, doesn't it?"
"Mm. And is ..."
"Best?"
"Right!" she laughed brightly, tossing her silky dark hair.
He sipped his drink and set it down. Ever since their recruitment
at Hedon & Venery, that mammoth global organisation devoted to
purveying sexual gratification, the two siblings had given full
reign to their innate sexuality. Even the most ancient of taboos,
violated a long time ago in submission to naked lust, was now a
mere anachronism that no longer troubled them in the least. They
loved each other dearly and knew each other well, and their sex
was simple, passionate, yet deeply satisfying.
There was a strong physical resemblance between them, though her
features were softer and finer where his were rugged and utterly
masculine. They shared a clear brow and fine, straight nose with
slightly flared nostrils and high cheekbones and a firm chin,
pointed in her case, square in his. Her eyes were lovely, large
and brown, lined with *kajal* and perennially full of sparkling
good humour and a wicked mischief that made want her
desperately. Her hair, like his, was silky and dark, but she
tinted it to give it a lovely auburn highlight. Her mouth was
delicious, soft and pleasing with a superbly bowed upper lip over
a full, straight lower lip. Her neck was extraordinary, a long,
elegant, swan-like column that supported her delicately honed
head. When she did her hair in a high knot or a braid, it looked
even lovelier. Her ears were small and stuck out cutely. Her teeth
were white and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an
irregularity he knew many found singularly erotic and
appealing.
Her body was beautiful. Not very tall, she was slender and
stunningly curved. The long neck led smoothly past sexy hollows in
her throat and collar bones, around gently sloping shoulders to
wonderful full, firm, ripe, delectable with long dark
nipples in puckered aureoles. He knew how hypersensitive her
and nipples were: he had often watched her orgasm over and
over, moaning and keening like a lost puppy as a and
fondled them. In anything she wore, her were lovely,
jutting out proudly over the hem of her blouse, straining at a
bikini bra, luscious under a fine T-shirt. Her was deep,
tempting and she wore a gold necklace that rode high on the nape
of her neck and disappeared tantalisingly into the vale between
her gorgeous breasts. Beneath, her belly was firm and flat with a
delicately hollowed navel and her hips flared to firm, superbly
rounded buttocks curving over a dark and inviting cleft. He knew
she liked nothing so much as a long, hard, penis grinding
between those lovely curves, sliding inexorably inward into either
of her lower orifices. Her hips curved sweetly to slender, elegant
legs with strongly arched feet. Her limbs were smoothly turned,
the wrists and ankles delicate, the fingers tapering beautifully.
When they roamed a man's naked body or curled around his penis or
arched into her own slit or that of another woman, her fingers
were erotic beyond compare. Her skin was smooth and utterly clear,
the colour of light honey, unblemished by the fine down that
marred the beauty of so many women. There was a sexy little
birthmark high inside her left breast.
His clean-shaven features were stronger and less delicate. His jaw
was square, handsome, his eyes dark. His mouth was full and
sensuous, the eyes intelligent and deep-set, his hair cut short.
He, too, had strong, even teeth. His body was magnificent. He had
broad, muscular shoulders, a deep, cleaved, utterly hairless
chest, the torso tapering in a breathtakingly savage V to high
hips and a narrow waist, the back curving steeply inward from the
shoulders to the spine and then down to his hips. His belly was a
slab of rock, every muscle defined. His buttocks were firm and
taut and his arms and legs were long and bunched with muscles. His skin was stretched tautly over his frame, showing off
the hard sinew in his upper arms, forearms, thighs and calves.
Harry sprawled low in a deep chair, clad in comfortable baggy
trousers and nothing else. She sat sideways on his lap, dressed in
sleeveless black T-shirt with a wide, deep neck nothing but the
gold chain around her neck.
As their eyes held, the sexual desire flickered, caught, then
leapt in unspoken words between them. er hands slid over his
torso, caressing the firm, manly contours of his body, relishing
and loving the feel of his hard strength. He slipped his hands up
under her T-shirt and cupped her naked beneath. She tensed
and trembled at his expert, knowing touch, her nipples stiffening
instantly, popping erect in his fingers. He pinched and twirled
them gently and she shuddered as ripples of sexual hunger coursed
through her delicate frame.
Her eyes grew bright and glassy with lust. Her lips parted and her
breath was warm and sweet on his face as her lips neared hers.
They kissed gently, deeply, lips apart, and her tongue, pointed
and, he knew, full of cunning when it worked a man's penis or anus
or nipples or anything at all, slid sexily in and out of his
mouth, fencing with his own.
She turned around to straddle his laps and wound her arms over his
shoulders, smiling at him fondly and, leaning forward, kissed his
cheek, nuzzled his ear, tongued it, on his lobe. Harry
smiled, fondling her breasts.
They broke the kiss and he lifted the T-shirt off her head. He
could feel the warmth of her against his belly. He cupped her
breasts, marvelling at the perfection of their weight and size and
form. He bent forward and gently lapped at one stiff, long nipple
with his tongue, making her moan and gasp softly, clenching his
head to her chest, arching her back. He sharply on her
and she hissed in joy. They broke apart again, his hand
between her breasts, her hands cupping his handsome face.
"Harry," she murmured.
"Mm?"
"Tell me about the first time. With Sheila," she murmured.
"You know all about it, babe. I've told you before. So has she."
"Tell me again. It's so sexy to hear about it."
He chuckled softly. "Well, babe, if you think *hearing* about it
is sexy, you should have seen how sexy it *felt*!"
He cupped her swollen breasts, feeling them harden in his hands,
the nipples quivering with tension. She looked lovely, with the
long neck, the gold chain riding high on the nape, slightly raised
over her flesh, where her shoulders hollowed sexily.
"Tell me, Harry ... tell me how my lovely and first
committed incest."
___________
Sheila was not quite sixteen when she lost her virginity to the
house-servant one hot afternoon. Everyone else was out of the
house and she was supposed to be studying for her exams.
Actually, she was fantasizing, and the pages were a blur. It was
hot and humid. The ceiling fan barely stirred the torpid air. She
unbuttoned her cotton and pulled it open. She was not
wearing a bra, and she fanned herself with her notebook, shivering
as her nipples popped erect. A ribbon of sweat trickled through
her deep cleavage. She squeezed her gently, rolling the
mounds under her palms and tweaked her nipples. Her grew
warm and heavy.
Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and pulled off her shorts.
Spreading her legs wide, she slid her finger to her crotch and
began to slowly. It felt so good. She rubbed her finger
up and down her slit and, sensuously rubbed her moist finger over
her puckered aureoles. She closed her eyes. If only she could have
a man. A real man, with a real penis, long and and dark,
like the one's she saw in her biology books and in the erotic
magazines and she spirited from her Uncle Stanley's
cupboard. A big cock, one she could suck and play with till it was
hard. Then he would squeeze it into her and she would feel
its heat and hardness in her flesh, filling her cunt, rasping over
her gorged clitoris. A black man, yes, one of those, hard-bodied
and muscular with an penis ... just like the one she had
seen in the the other day ...
The memory aroused her and Sheila frantically vibrated her
fingertip against her clitoris. Her orgasm neared and she stopped.
She had long discovered the intense satisfaction of prolonging
orgasms. Slowly, she began masturbating again, arching two fingers
into her cunt, rubbing a third against her clitoris. With a soft
moan, Sheila let herself go. Her finger wiggled furiously in her
cunt, strumming her gorged clitoris and she gasped as the orgasm
hit. Her cunt-juices seeped over her wrist and fingers. Gasping
and panting, she wiped her hand on her breasts, and licked her
fingers clean.
Somehow, it wasn't good enough. Sighing, she turned back to her
books. It was impossible. Soon, her mind was wandering again.
Sighing, she got up and, knotting her shirt-tails under her
breasts, leaving her midriff bare, wandered out of the room and
went into the kitchen. The refrigerator hummed silently, promising
coolness. Small mercies. She got herself a drink of water and ice
from the freezer. She popped several cubes in her glass and taking
three or four in her hand, ran them around her temples, over her
face and through her cleavage. It felt very sexy. Her nipples
hardened again. Smiling with pleasure, she slid her hand under the
open lapels of her and moved the ice cubes over her nipples.
They quivered and she felt her suddenly ooze with excitement.
She turned, with her hand still inside her shirt, over her breast,
and froze in shock. At the door, watching her quietly stood their
new part-time servant, Ramu. Her jaw dropped and she gaped at him
and flushed, too shocked even to move her hand out of her shirt.
He stood watching her silently, expressionless.
He was a handsome in his early twenties, who did the
sweeping, mopping, the laundry. He was tall and dark, with a
strong, rough-hewn, handsome face. His hair was and dark. He
was clean-shaven. His body was muscular with broad shoulders, a
cleaved chest, a flat belly and long arms and legs with
muscle. She had often fantasized about him fucking her.
Ramu stood still, as if carved of stone. The ice melted in her
hand and stained her shirt. She slid her hand out, her heart
pounding in her chest, her lips open, gasping softly, her eyes
wide, her head roaring with terror and fear, a deep clench in her
gut. He had seen her. It was too late. She was found out.
They stood still, staring at each other and their eyes locked and,
as his eyes burned into her, she felt a sudden frisson of
excitement. He was so sexy and, in this heat, he had taken off his
and was clad only in his tight shorts. Involuntarily, her
eyes slid to his crotch and lingered on the tempting bulge between
his legs.
He stepped forward silently and she pressed herself back against
the fridge door. Slowly, he came up to her, his eyes never leaving
hers. She cowered against the fridge, looking up at him. His body
was very close to hers, almost touching her. She could smell the
tangy, sexy, sweaty odour of his body. She noticed that his
armpits were shorn. His chest was sexily clear of any trace of
hair. His nipples were very dark and sharp in small aureoles. She
wanted to lean forward and suck one of them. He inched closer and
his broad, strong feet touched hers. Her hands dropped to her
sides.
Slowly, he hooked his fingers in the knot of her and pulled
it wide. His hands cupped her face and tilted it up to his. His
lips fluttered over hers. She closed her eyes. His lips fastened
on hers and she felt them part and his tongue pressed to her lips.
She could not resist. Her lips opened and his tongue slid into her
mouth. Simultaneously, his hands slid down her neck and over her
breasts. Sheila trembled and her nipples shot out and her grew hot and hard. Instinctively, her arms curled around his
shoulders. Kissing her gently, deeply, he squeezed her breasts,
fondling them adroitly. His groin pressed to her belly and she
could feel the hard length of his penis. She felt dizzy with lust
... she had never felt a real penis before, never been so close to
any man.
"I ...," she began as the kiss broke, but he silenced her by
kissing her again.
She grew feverish and trembled with excitement as his evidently
expert hands fondled and aroused her gently. His hands slid down
her belly and over her buttocks, down to the backs of her thighs,
then moved around to the front. His fingers slid into the baggy
legs of her shorts and she stiffened as she felt them crawl up
towards her crotch. He moved them higher and continued kissing and
nuzzling her neck, tonguing her ear, nibbling her earlobe. Pulling
her shorts in a tight V at her crotch, he pressed his fingertips
to her slit. It was already wet and her legs shook and parted of
their own accord as he pulled her cunt-lips open and gently drew
his fingers along her crack. It was already moist and his fingers
danced over the soft bush of her pubic hair, gently teasing her
cunt-lips open and touching the wet, warm flesh within.
Then he pushed his hands down the waistband of her shorts and
squeezed her buttocks. Prising them open, he pressed his fingertip
to her anus. Sheila moaned softly and, her hands on his belly,
bent her head to his dark, solid chest, kissed his nipple and
began to suck it gently. She flipped her tongue erotically at the
dark, hard stub and he grunted. Her face was soft and her mouth
was warm and tempting. Tiny, fiery flames of pleasure leaped
through his muscular frame. She harder on his nipple.
It surprised and pleased him. He smiled, and his teeth were strong
and white and even. He pulled her shorts down and she was naked in
his arms. His fingers caressed her and anus and again. Her excitement growing, she caressed his hard belly and
chest, his nipples by turn. Her fingers fluttered at the
base of his belly. He stopped caressing her, to unbutton his
shorts and pull down his fly. His shorts peeled open and
involuntarily, her hand dropped between his legs.
The first touch of his penis was electrifying. Her fingers flew
away and immediately returned and, this time, closed around the
massive thickness of his shaft. She pulled his shorts down and
freed his penis. He stepped back and she looked down. It was the
loveliest thing she had seen. Seven inches long, still limp, it
was an inch and a half thick. His balls were heavy and low. She
cupped them gently and squeezed his penis, drew her fingers
tenderly up and down its length, examining its contours. It was
smoothly shorn down to the hilt and, though she did not know it
then, she was soon to learn the reason for this. He smiled at her
awe and she felt his hands pushing her gently to her knees.
With a shuddering moan, she slipped to her knees before her
servant. He looked down at her and nodded.
"Come ... frig me ... like this ..."
He guided her hand and showed her how to him, flipping
his foreskin back. His cock-head was and dark.
"You want it, don't you?"
She nodded, her eyes rivetted on his penis, the first she had
known, the first of a long succession of cocks that were to revel
in her flesh.
She jerked it with increasing confidence as it stirred and began
to lengthen and thicken in her hand.
"You must take it in your mouth and suck it. Use your tongue
especially."
Moaning softly, Sheila caressed her face with his cock, her eyes
half closed. It felt wonderful, warm and heavy and thick, more
erotic than anything she had imagined. It smelled musky and sexy.
Her head swam with excitement.
Hesitantly, she pushed her tongue out against the cock-head.
Ramu's breath hissed sharply, his belly rippled and his penis
quivered in her fingers. Emboldened by his reaction, she did it
again and now her tongue swirled over the swollen knob of his
cock-head. Her servant gasped, more loudly and pulled her head
forward, jerking his hips at her face.
"Come on ... take it in your mouth ... suck it ... suck my cock!"
He gasped.
It was the first time she had heard a use such words and they
excited her. Slowly, she slipped her lips about the cock-head and
gently began to suck his penis.
"Ahh!" Ramu groaned, flinging his head back. "Yes ... OHhhh yes
... OHH god that feels so good ... suck it ... suck my cock! Use
your tongue! C'mon! Yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon ... suck my
dick, bitch! Suck it, whore ... suck harder!"
The repeated aischrolgia added to her arousal. She forced herself
to take still more of his cock-shaft in her mouth. Her face
distended with his size. Her tongue grew frantic on the cock- head
in her mouth. It tasted wonderful, tangy and musky and erotic. She
pressed her tongue to the slit in his cock-head and he groaned.
His cock sputtered and she gagged as he spewed pre-cum into
her mouth. But the taste of it on her tongue was infinitely
arousing and she swallowed it obediently, still him. Now
her head rocked back and forth in front of him.
Ramu fucked her face slowly, pumping his hips back and forth,
rocking her head to suit his pleasure. His cock glistened and
gleamed as it went in and out of her mouth. She held his hips,
cupped his balls and then, to his amazement, tried to finger his
anus. Groaning, he moved his legs apart and she slid her fingertip
to his asshole. Now guided by instinct and her reading of
pornography, she dipped her head and and licked his heavy,
low balls. The servant gasped in wonder.
"Please," she murmured, looking up at him. "Please ... use those
words again."
A grin of delight creased his handsome features. This was better
than he expected.
"Yeh ... take it, bitch ... take my cock ... suck it! Oh yes ...
suck it, whore!" he gasped, and she thrilled at the words.
She remembered watching the porn-star Falu, and the things she had
done with the who fucked her, and drew inspiration from the
memory.
"I ... I want to lick ... your ass," she whispered. "*Teri gaand
chatni hain*."
Ramu looked at her incredulously and shook his head in wonder. Her
face burrowed between his thighs, turned upward like a suckling
calf's. He reached back and pulled his buttocks open. Her face and
lips were soft between his thighs, inordinately erotic. His penis
sawed the air. He gasped as her tongue slithered into the dank
cleft between his buttocks and swirled over the puckered flesh of
his anus. It tasted musky and sexy and she groaned and flipped her
tongue over the contracting muscle, rimming his ass.
Groaning, he pulled her head back and fucked her face again.
Already, she was more adroit and her hunger was unmistakable.
Fondling her with one hand, the other in her crotch,
Sheila her servant's penis greedily. It throbbed and pulsed
in her mouth and he fucked her face rapidly, moaning and jerking
his hips back and forth, rocking her head in both hands.
When he pulled her to her feet again, Sheila was thrilled to see
the excitement on his face. His eyes glittered and his nostrils
were flared, his lips agape. He kissed her hungrily, squeezing her
breasts, fondling her buttocks and thighs. She squirmed eagerly
against him, holding his penis fearlessly and rubbing it between
her thighs.
"You want it, don't you? You really want it?" His eyes smiled.
She nodded and his nipple.
"Turns you on, doesn't it, talking like this?"
"Yes," she murmured. "It's sexy."
"I want to fuck you," he whispered, tonguing her ear. "I want to
fuck your cunt. I want to fuck you like a whore. Say you want it,
too."
"Yes," she gasped, his words burning in her ears. "I want your
cock in my cunt. Fuck me like a whore, Ramu. In my cunt."
He chuckled softly and lowered the small fold-down table, and
hoisted her onto the edge. They kissed and he pushed her down
firmly on her back on the table. Her hips were at the edge and her
legs dangled over the side. He pulled them apart and she tensed,
thinking that he would ram his cock into her any minute. Grinning,
he leaned over her and flicked her nipple with his tongue.
Sheila gasped. His tongue was heavy and rough and her nipple
quivered in excitement. He flicked it rapidly back and forth and
then tugged it with his teeth. Sheila groaned, her face turned to
one side. Slowly, he began to suck on her breast, using his tongue
on the nipple and scraping it across his teeth and palate. Sheila
writhed with pleasure as ribbons of lust leaped through her body.
She squeezed her other breast, but he moved her hand away and,
moistening his fingertip with gunk from his cock-head, smeared it
on her aureole and nipple. Sheila moaned softly. His tongue
slithered into the deep valley between her and swirled in
tantalisingly slow circles up the other mound. He on that
and his hand crawled down her belly to her crotch.
"Ohhhhh uhhh yes!" she groaned.
Her thighs trembled and open for his finger. Gently, he drew
a finger down her crack. Squeezing her together, he them simultaneously. Sheila arched under him, clenching his head.
"OHHHH ... Oh Ramu!" She gasped.
Excited at hearing her call his name, Ramu moved his head lower,
kissing and licking her firm belly. He swirled his tongue through
her navel and she writhed and he moved lower and nuzzled her
crotch. Her pubic hair was soft and springy and trimmed. Then she
surprised him again by splitting her legs wide, pulling her
cunt-lips open and calling to him.
"Ramu ... lick my slit ... I want your tongue in my ...
tongue-fuck me!"
He drove his tongue into her sodden slit and she gasped and
arched, her hands under her breasts, her head snapping back. Her
mouth opened in a wide 'O' of joy and she cried out in pleasure.
His tongue was wonderful, and heavy and rough.
Sheila's hips bucked and twitched. She squeezed her in
excitement, her head flipping from side to side. His tongue was
and heavy and solid. It probed deep and flickered like
lightning at her clitoris. Sheila groaned. Slowly, Ramu slid his
middle finger into her cunt. It contracted on his finger
and, grinning at her cries of pleasure, he slid up again to suckle
her while his hand pumped steadily between her thighs.
"Oh Ramu ... yes OHH yes Ohhh god yes!" She gasped. "Put ... put
... another ... finger inside ... I want another finger in my ... OHHHH yes ... that's it ... Ohh god yes!"
Ramu moved around the table and, still her and
masturbating her cunt, thrust his penis at her face. She swallowed
it greedily, sharply, her head rocking rapidly back and
forth as her body twitched and writhed on the kitchen table.
Already her tongue was more deft and he groaned at the softness
and moist warmth of her mouth.
She was teetering on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm when he
stopped. Moaning in frustration, she tried to claw his hand back
to her crotch, her body twitching. Chuckling, he moved between her
legs, pulling her thighs wide apart and jerking her hips to the
edge of the table.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, whore!" He gasped. "I'm gonna fuck you
like a cheap, randy whore! You want that, doncha?"
The abuse sent a frisson of excitement through her and she moaned
her lusty assent. Grinning broadly, the servant pushed her legs up
high and pressed his cock-head to her cunt- lips. Sheila tensed,
her eyes closed, her hands clenching the sides of the table. She
could feel the fierce heat of his cock.
"You want it, bitch?" He rasped softly. "Say you want it! Beg for
it!"
"Please," she moaned. "Give it to me ... I want it ..."
"More!" He gasped, moving his cock-head sensuously up and down her
crack. "Tell me what you want! Say you want my cock in your cunt!"
"Yes, Ramu yes ... I want your cock ... in my ..."
"What else? What d'ya want me to do, whore?" His cock-head her cunt-lips open.
"Fuck me, Ramu ... please ... quickly ... fuck me!"
"How?"
"Fuck me hard, Ramu ... Oh god ... please ... please ... hurry!"
She was twitching impatiently under him, her eyes bright and
glittering. She pulled her cunt- lips open and fondled his penis
and tried to pull it inside her.
"I want your cock," she said of her own accord now. "I want your
lovely cock in my slit ... I want it all ... give it to me, Ramu!
Take me ... take me like a whore!"
It was too much for him to bear. Her wanton, obscene entreaties
goaded him. The smile vanished, replaced by a look of excited
determination. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his buttocks and
eased his hips forward. His cock-head slipped through her
cunt-lips and popped into her taut channel. She gasped, her back
cambering, her head snapping back, her mouth tearing open. Her
convulsed feverishly on his throbbing penis and he groaned
and held still. Her hips twitched and lurched and bucked, her body
writhing uncontrollably. He held her down.
"More? You want more? Say so, slut!"
"I want it all! Give it to me!" Her voice was ragged and sharp and
shrill.
He chuckled softly. The broad was really hot.
"Take it then!" He cried and, flexing his buttocks taut, swung his
hips forward with a sharp, savage thrust.
His penis rammed deep into her and drove the breath from her
body in rushing gasp. Her hips jerked up, her back bowed taut, her
head snapped back, her face contorted, her mouth tearing open, her
lips snapping back over her perfect teeth, her neck craned with
tendons popping in her throat as the huge penis seared and sizzled
in her flesh, surging into her body in a hot, hard, endless
thrust, piercing her very soul.
"OHUNHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She cried. "OH MA UHHHH
*HANH* UHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Firmly embedded in her cunt, Ramu held completely still. Sheila's
cry dwindled to a low, whimpering moan. Her body sank back onto
the table and she looked at him with awe and wonder and joy in her
eyes. She couldn't believe it. She was being fucked, actually
fucked! By a real cock! Her first, her very first real cock ...
Just like the women in those pictures and stories, with a real,
cock in her cunt! And that, too, by the servant! It was too
sexy for words.
Ramu waited patiently, for he knew that it was her first time. He
noticed with pleasure that she was deliberately controlling
herself. Her breathing steadied, though it was still sharp and
shallow and the frantic convulsions of her had yielded to a
steady, erotic pulsing. Her was incredibly tight and hot and
wet.
"Like it?" He grinned. "Like having a cock in your cunt?"
"God, yes," she moaned with a thin smile. "It's divine! So nice
and and hard and hot ..."
As she spoke, he began to move, smiling at her. She was a lovely,
sexy creature and he intended to fuck her slowly and repeatedly.
He moved his hips gently in slow circular motions and she gasped
as his cock probed her from all angles. It felt wonderful.
Instinctively, she began to move in unison with him, her hips and
buttocks writhing and grinding sensually under his.
"Mmm ... yes ... Ohh that's so good ... yes ... c'mon Ramu ...
fuck me ... fuck my ... yes ... Ohhh yes Ramu, yes ... ohh
god yes ..."
She closed her eyes and smiled lasciviously, fondling her breasts.
Holding her thighs apart, he swung his hips round and round,
changing from circular motions to an elliptical action so that his
cock went gently in and out of her cunt. Gradually, he began to
fuck her with a back- and-forth stroke and she quickly matched his
tempo.
Her hips moved with his, and his cock slid smoothly in and out of
her cunt, glistening and gleaming. His balls squeezed up against
her cunt-lips each time he went into her and her moans were loud
and unfaked.
"Yes ... Ohhhh uhhh yes ... oh god yes, Ramu, yes! OHH uhh Ohma
uhh OH uhh OHHH uhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHuhOHHHHH!"
She writhed joyously under him, her head flipping slowly from side
to side. She fondled her breasts, squeezing and rolling them in
her hands gently, sensuously, erotically. Ramu thought she was the
sexiest thing he'd had in a long time.
"Ohh Ramu yes ... god yes ... that feels so good ... Ohhhh yes ...
yes ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my ... Oh god yes ... Unhhh
... Oh ma unhhh ... Ohhh yes ... fuck me Ramu ... fuck my slit ...
give me your cock ... put it in, baby ... yes ... that's it ...
ahhhh yes ... fuck me Ramu ... don't stop ... don't ever stop ...
fucking my ... OHhhhh yes ... take me! Take me! Yes! Ohhhhhh
yes! Come on, Ramu, give it to me! Give it all to me! Ohhhh yes!
Ohhh god yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Ramu, fuck me!"
Marvelling at her natural aptitude for sex, he fucked her
rhythmically. His buttocks flexed and unflexed, his hips swinging
smoothly back and forth, driving his glistening, swollen cock in
and out of her cunt. She reached down and encircled his pistoning
penis with her fingers, feeling it rasp between them into her
cunt. The sensations in her loins were overpowering. He released
her thighs and she kept them wide, her heels on the edge of the
table. He slid his hands up her belly and squeezed her breasts.
She cupped her hands in his and smiled lovingly at him, her tongue
flickering over her upper lip.
"Fuck me hard," she gasped softly. "Fuck me ... like a whore ..."
He put one hand flat on her belly and began to move his hips
faster, flinging his head back and groaning. Sheila whimpered in
delight under him, her hips lurching and writhing.
"Faster!" She gasped. "Take me harder! Harder! OHHH uhh yeh ...
c'mon ... do it, Ramu ... do it to me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me
hard!"
Leaning forward with his hands clenching the sides of the table,
the servant began to fuck her even faster. His hips rocked swiftly
back and forth and his cock plunged deep into her with every
thrust, making her jerk under him. Her bounced and jiggled
with his thrusts.
She clenched his arms, her head whipping from side to side.
Bending his head, he sharply on her breasts. Her back
arched in pleasure and her feet rose and hooked under his arms,
across his back, taking him even deeper into her cunt. He flung
his handsome head back and gasped, his eyes closed. His powerful
shoulders and biceps knotted with tension. She moaned lewdly under
him, caressing his belly and chest and nipples, clenching his
arms, whining with passion.
"Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhh unhhh yeh ... that's it ...
take it ... take it, whore ... take my cock! Fuck yes! Oh yes!" He
called. "Oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck *hanh* uhh yes uhh ohh yes
... *chul* ... *chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *le* ... *le* *mere*
*lavde* *ko* ... *hanh* uh Oh uhh *hanh* uh *aise*! *Hanh* *aise*
... *aur* *le* *saali* *rahnd* *chul*!"
Now he was moving furiously, his buttocks rocketing back and
forth, his cock plunging and ramming and reaming into her cunt. He
swung his hips and she gasped as his penis entered her from
all angles. She cried out, jerking and rocking ecstatically under
him. Ram-fucking her furiously, he cried out in delight and she
thrilled as his words rang in her ears. He was enjoying her! She
was good to fuck!
Sheila had her first orgasm with a man's cock. Her convulsed
frantically on his penis and she bowed and cried out, arching in
delight under him. He continued fucking her, thrusting into her
repeatedly and rapidly, his cock rasping and grating and grinding
into her cunt. He gasped at the sudden cramping of her on his
cock and struggled for control. This broad was unbelievably good.
Her orgasm waned and he slowed. She whimpered, dazed and confused,
expecting him to come inside her. He smiled at the unspoken
question in her eyes and slowly slid his cock out of her.
"Ain't done, yet, cunt," he chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck you again.
C'mon, on your front!"
He flipped her over on the table on her knees and pushed her down
onto her forearms. Her buttocks were thrust back at him. Grinning
with pleasure, he pulled them open and thrust his face between her
thighs. Sheila gasped as his tongue swirled over her anus. He slid
a finger into her and masturbated her gently, briefly
debating whether to fuck her tight little ass. He abandoned the
idea. It was too early; not this time, the very first. But soon.
Very soon.
Sheila's buttocks trembled and swayed. Her pendulous, swollen
quivered. Ramu jerked his finger rapidly in and out of her
and strummed her clitoris. Sheila moaned. His tongue
slithered to her and arched up into the soft, sodden flesh.
"Yes!" She cried. "Ohhh yes! Oh ma yes ohhhh uhhhhh yes oh god
yes! Yes! Lick me, Ramu! Lick my cunt! *Chaat* *mujhe*, Ramu ...
*chaat* *mere* *chuth* *ko*!"
The feeling was divine. His tongue swirled around her taut anus
and, with a sudden flash, she knew she wanted his cock in her
asshole, that she would not mind the inevitable pain, that she
would love it instead. Then his tongue slithered downward to her
to join her finger and Sheila felt dizzy with joy and wanted
to feel his cock in her slit again, wanted more than anything else
to have that hard, hot, long, rod piercing and probing,
delving and exploring the innermost recesses of her cunt. Licking
her cunt, he pressed his finger to the puckered flesh of her anus.
It yielded at his insistence and she groaned softly as he slid his
finger into her asshole. Sheila whimpered, swaying deliriously in
pleasure as he finger-fucked her asshole, twisting his finger
round and round in her anus.
"One day," he growled. "One day I'm gonna fuck your ass, bitch,
really nice and hard. Gonna shove this whole cock into your butt.
You're gonna love it!"
The very thought aroused her. It was a dream, one of her most
ardent fantasies, one she could never substitute even with her
sexual playthings. Those worked for her cunt, but, for her ass,
she knew she would have to have the real thing. Sheila wouldn't
have minded if he did it immediately.
But Ramu wasn't prepared to go quite that far this first time. He
straightened and pulled her hips and buttocks back and moved his
penis to her again. She clenched the sides of the table and
waited breathlessly. Her head swam with excitement. He was fucking
her from behind, like a bitch, just like all those women she had
seen in pictures!
Without warning, flexing his buttocks, Ramu swung his hips
forward. His throbbing penis surged into her belly, searing into
her convulsing flesh, driving relentlessly inward till she thought
he would rip her in two.
"OH! OH! OH! OH MA RA ... AHHHHHH MU OH! OH! OH!" She cried.
"Take it! Take my cock!" He gasped, flinging his head back and
gasping, clenching her slender waist. "*Chul* *rundi* *chul*! *Le*
*mere* *lavde* *ko* ... c'mon whore! Take my cock!"
He began to fuck her rapidly, jerking his hips back and forth.
Holding her waist, he rocked her body and moved her up and
down on his cock. Sheila cried out, her face arching, contorting
with lust. She heard him chuckle as he hit a steady rhythm,
stroking smoothly in and out of her cunt.
"Hey, slut! Feels good, hah? Feels good having my dick in your
slit, doesn't it? C'mon bitch! Answer me!" he roared. "*Bol*!
*Bol* *saali* *rahnd* *bol*! *Accha* *lagta* *hai* *ke* *nahin*?"
"Oh god yes," she moaned, as the fires in her loins spread and
grew. "Oh god yes, Ramu, yes ... it's wonderful ... fuck me, Ramu
... please ... fuck me ... ohhh uhhhhh yes ... ohh god yes ...
ohhhh yes!"
"Mm, you're good, whore! Damn good ... great piece of ass! Ain't
had one so tight in a long time. I think I'm gonna keep you,
whore. Keep you mine."
"Yes, Ramu, yes!" She gasped, her head spinning with excitement.
"Fuck me ... fuck me hard Ramu Ohhhh yes! Fuck me like a whore!
*Chodh* *mujhe* Ramu ... *jorse* *chodh* ... *rundi* *jaise*
*chodh*!"
The servant chortled in delight. He slid his hands up under her
body and squeezed her hot, heavy swollen as he plunged his
cock in and out of her with squelching wet thrusts. Sheila
trembled and writhed, squirming her buttocks erotically against
his hard thighs, feeling his balls press to her cunt-lips as she
rocked and swayed on the kitchen table. Her filled his
hands and he pinched her hard nipples, making her shudder and
whimper in joy. Her head was lifted, her face a vision of lust
with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her nostrils flared. She
turned her face over her shoulder, her tongue pressed sexily to
her upper lip and mouthed guttural obscenities of encouragement to
her servant-lover, the first of a long succession of of all
kinds who would possess her body and bend her to their lust.
"Oh uhhhh Ohhhh uhhhh Ohma uhh *hanh* uhh ohma uhh ohma uhh *hanh*
uhhh ohma uhhh OHHHHH uhh ohma Ramu *hanh* uhh Ohhhh uhh *hanh*
uhh Oh Ra ... uhhhh ... Ra ... uhhh Oh Ramu! Ohh ma Ramu *hanh*!
*Chodh* *mujhe*!"
The servant grunted thickly, biting his lower lip, fighting to
stave off his imminent orgasm. The was incredible. Her was wonderfully hot and wet and tight and it convulsed and
contracted and spasmed frenetically on his penis, squeezing it so
that he was in constant danger of losing control.
"*Chul* *rundi* *chul*," he grunted. "*Le* ... *le* *mere* *lavde*
*ko*! C'mon whore ... take it ... take my dick ... take it, you
fucking whore ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... c'mon yes ... take it,
bitch ... take it all! Ohh yeh that's it! Mm ... ohhh fuck yes!
OHHH uhh OHHH uh OH fuck oh fuck uh *chul* ... *rundi*, *chul*!
*Lele*! *Le* *mere* *lund* *ko*!"
The huge cock thundering and spiralling and ramming in and out of
her was ecstasy itself. She felt it throb and pulse, its
angry veins pounding inside her cunt, rasping and grating over her
inflamed clitoris. Her buttocks swayed and writhed and now she
began to move with him, rocking on her arms and knees, pushing her
greedily backwards and forwards on his mighty shaft. His
balls slapped at her buttocks. Her pendulous wobbled and
jiggled with his thrusts, her gold necklace dancing and flapping
against her chin.
"OH uhh OHHHH uhhh OH ma uhhh OH ma uhh OH ma Ramu! UHHH ohhh uhhh
OHHHHH uhh OH ma uhh ahhh uhh OHHHHH!" she cried, gasping and
moaning loudly. "Oh ma oh ma ohma uhh ahhh uhh OHHH uhh OHHH uhh
OHHH!"
She began to sweat with the tension. On and on he went, stroking
and pounding and ramming and reaming and plunging and pistoning
and plowing in and out of her without respite.
Sheila soared up the curve and, with a loud cry, exploded, gasping
and crying out, her contracting frenetically on the pistoning
penis, the breath shooting from her throat, her body tensing and
writhing, her buttocks pressed back against his thighs and
clenched taut. Ramu gasped, holding her hips, his belly inward, jerking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and
out of her delightful cunt. Suddenly, leaning forward, he squeezed
her and hammered his hips violently at her buttocks in a
series of rapid, trip-hammer thrusts, his thighs slapping at her
buttocks and bouncing off madly. Sheila cried out as the huge
penis thundered and rammed and reamed into her cunt. The servant
crushed her and kept on ram-fucking her slit, bent steeply
over her, his buttocks flexing and unflexing frantically, his hips
snapping madly, his entire body quivering and jerking. His hips
swung furiously back and forth in a frenzied rhythm and she
crashed incredulously into another orgasm.
Abruptly, he rammed deep into her, making her cry out in a shrill
voice and held still. She heard him moan, his cock buried deep in
her cunt, quivering and throbbing. His hips twitched at her
buttocks as he rocked at her with small, hard jerks.
And then she gasped, her eyes flying wide in wonder and joy and
awe as he came, exploding in her cunt. The spoot spurted from his
cock into her sodden cunt-flesh in sharp, stinging jets. Sheila
whimpered joyously, and instinctively tightened her on his
penis. He groaned and his penis squirted more gunk into her slit.
Slowly, he pulled out of her. His seeped over her thighs.
Gasping and panting, Sheila sank down onto the table and turned on
her back. She closed her eyes and caressed herself dreamily, her
chest heaving. Dipping a finger in her cunt, she scooped his on her fingertip and lasciviously licked it. It tasted wonderful.
Ramu chuckled softly and bent his head to kiss her, sliding his
tongue into her mouth. She squirmed against him and he squeezed
her breasts.
"Good fuck," he murmured.
She smiled and tongued his ear, her hand venturing between his
thighs.
"Thank you, Ramu," she murmured. "It was wonderful for me, too."
"I'll fuck you again."
"Yes. Promise you'll fuck me often."
He grinned and kissed her breast. "No question about that, whore!"
She giggled. "Good. Can I suck your cock? I want your in my
mouth."
He laughed and got to his feet. "Baby, you're magic," he breathed
as she took his penis in her mouth again and began him
hungrily. "Pure magic."
__________
Ramu was good to her. They fucked whenever they could and they
were well-suited to one another. If he was a patient and gentle
teacher, she was an apt and willing pupil and she rapidly
progressed, acquiring a consummate artistry in her lovemaking. He
introduced her to the joys of a butt-fuck, and Sheila's orgasm
with his cock thrust deep into her was shattering.
Ramu encouraged her to take other lovers, other servants who
worked in houses in the neighbouring flats and buildings, sturdy
youths from the locality. She was touched by his generosity and
lack of envy. He grinned and said that watching her fuck other would be quite a turn-on. That decided it, and Sheila let him
bring up other servants to labour over her only too willing and
eager teenage body. Later, also at his instance, she had begun to
whore. At first, she was reluctant to take money from the
servants, though the idea of being a whore excited her. After all,
they were only servants and didn't have cash to waste, and she
loved fucking them, not least because they were servants, and she
didn't want to give that up. But Ramu insisted, telling her it
wouldn't do, she would have to show a little class, not just be
available for every jock who wanted her. Sheila relented.
She expected that the demand for money would thin the ranks of her
servant-lovers. It did nothing of the kind. Not just the in the neighbourhood, but the servants, too, were quite willing to
pay for her body and she found them unexpectedly generous, even
though she didn't fix a price, despite Ramu's vociferous protests,
leaving it to them to pay her what they liked or could afford.
Sheila found that she liked the sex-money; it had a special
piquant quality because it came from being a whore.
Sheila's sexual appetite was voracious. She was especially fond of
fucking more than one at a time. Her elder uncle, Stanley,
caught her at it one day, coming in unexpectedly when she was in
her bedroom fucking two servants, first Aman and then Dilip, from
the building opposite. Sheila thought she had enough time alone
with each. She was careless. The doors to the house and her room
were wide open.
She didn't hear Uncle Stanley come in. He wasn't supposed to be
home this early, but how was she to know that he had been
compelled to return because someone in the office died and it
closed early? He frowned at the open door, suspecting foul play, a
burglary perhaps, stepped in cautiously and instantly his ears
were assailed by the sound of sex, strong, hard, demanding sex, a
woman's loud, shuddering moans and gasps, the deep, staccato
grunts of a man. They came from Sheila's bedroom. Stanley felt a
rush of tension as he stole across the hall and peered into the
bedroom. He didn't quite know what to expect. No one was supposed
to be at home ... yet the voice ... the female voice ...
unquestionably that of Sheila, his teenage niece ... it had to be
her ... god, was she being raped? No ... there was no cry for help
... unmistakable desire, on the contrary ... could it be she,
doing ... doing *this*? Here, at home? When she ought to have been
at school? And with whom? For god's sake, with whom?
What he saw made his eyes pop. His heart jumped, his pulse raced
and, oddly, his loins surged - there was no feeling of revulsion
or dismay. Just pure, naked, lust. God, she was lovely. So very
lovely. Her body was slender and superbly curved, dusky and
smooth-skinned. Her neck was long and slender and her face was
delicate, with high cheekbones, wide, almond-shaped eyes lined
with *kajal*, dark, silky hair tied now in a pony tail, full wide
lips before teeth that were very white and even. Her were
gorgeous, full and ripe, sloping like succulent mangoes, and her
belly was firm and flat, the waist narrow and, beneath, her hips
flared and curved to slim, taut buttocks and long, superbly
tapering legs. Her arms, like her legs, were slender and smoothly
turned and her feet and hands were beautifully arched and her
wrists and ankles were delicate, not bony. She wore a fine gold
necklace that glistened on her dusky skin.
She was there, naked as the day she was born, being fucked, and
fucked hard by a Stanley didn't know, but obviously one of the
servant-types. He had the strong, heavy features of a Maratha, a
straight nose, a hard jaw, a wide, full mouth, dark eyes, hair, a dark mustache.
He was tall and big-boned, with a large, strong body, a deep
chest, a hard belly, his torso matted with hair, his shoulders
and broad, his waist narrow, his arms and legs bunched with
musculature. His penis was enormous, an eight inch long and
correspondingly erection with low, heavy balls.
They were hard at it on the bed. She lay on her front, her lovely
face turned on one side, radiant with lust, her eyes closed and
lips parted in a wide 'O'. Her legs were stretched straight out
under her and spread wide open. Aman was over her on his knees and
knuckles, his legs spread, too. The bed was bouncing furiously
with his manic thrusts. Sheila was gasping and crying out
incessantly, her tone feverish. Aman fucked her hard and deep and
fast. Stanley watched, rivetted, as Aman's cock plunged
deeply, dark and hard and and long, into the hair-rimmed vee
of her dripping cunt. It rose steeply, then rammed back hard and
fast, skewering her deep.
Aman panted and growled with mounting excitement. His hips bucked
and bounced frenetically, up and down, up and down, up and down.
His dark cock shone and glistened as it pistoned and pumped
powerfully in and out, in and out, in and out. Sheila's hips shook
and her buttocks writhed and heaved and lurched beneath him. His
cock surged into her flesh over and over again. Her were
crushed hard against the counterpane.
"OHHHHhhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OH OH OHHHHhhh Aman-Aman-Aman ohhhh uhh
yes oh god yes yes yes!" Sheila cried loudly. "OHHHHHh uhhh OHhh
uhhh OHH OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHH!"
"C'mon baby take it ohhhh uhhh OHhhh uhhh ahhhhh uhh yes ohh god
yes c'mon youslutyouwhoreyoubitchyou uhhh OHHHhhh uhhAHHHHHH UHH
AHHHH UHH OHHBABY YEH YEH YEH YEH OHH YEH YEH YEH YEH!" Aman went.
His heavy set body gleamed with sweat. The hair on his chest was
matted. Their bodies were visibly hot and flushed. A thin gold
chain tossed and danced around his muscular neck.
As he watched, astounded, his erection straining at his trousers,
Sheila and Aman changed position. He knelt low on the bed with his
legs wide apart, and took her on her back. He held her thighs high
in his hands. His hips rocked to and fro. His cock drove
rhythmically, hypnotically in and out of her cunt. His balls swung
at her cunt-lips. Sheila moaned and panted, heaving and writhing
uncontrollably under him. Her body streamed with silver sweat.
Aman's head was flung back, his eyes closed and he was panting and
gasping as he screwed the teenager. He began to jerk her back and
forth on the bed, ramming her down on his cock as he thrust
his hips violently forward, moving her body with his hands on her
thighs.
"Take it ... yes ... take it bitch ... take it ... OHhhh uhh OHhhh
uhh OHhhyes c'mon you whore ... yes OHhhh yes take it slut!" he
rasped. "*Chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *le*! *Lele* *mere* *lavde*
*ko*!"
"Oh-Aman-Aman-Aman-yesohgodyesoHHhh uhhh OHHh yes yes Ohhh yes oh
uhh Ohhh uhh OHhh yes Ohhh god yesOH uhhh OH uhh!" she went.
On and on he went and the teenager gasped and cried out, her body
jerking and snapping with his thrusts, her swollen jiggling, her cries loud and lewd, her gold necklace dancing and
flapping on her gorgeous breasts.
Suddenly, they slowed, stopped and Aman went back on his knees and
Sheila turned around and buried her face in his crotch. Aman flung
his body back, supported on one outstretched arm, his groin thrust
up, his hand jerking Sheila's head violently up and down as she
his cock deep. Her head rose and fell, his cock shone as it
went in and out of her distended mouth. She was jerking his cock
at the same time, and cupping his balls.
"Yeh ... suck it ... c'mon, whore ... suck it hard ... oh uhhh yeh
... suck my cock, whore ... suck harder! C'mon, whore, c'mon ...
*choos*! *Jor* *se* *choos*, *rundi* ... *jor* *se* *choos*!" he
panted.
Stanley could see that it excited her to have her face fucked.
Aman's head was flung back and his lean hips juddered and shook
and rocked up and down as he fucked her mouth faster and faster.
Sheila dug her hand between her legs and thrust two fingers into
her cunt, her hips twitching in passion, as she masturbated
rapidly, still frenziedly on his penis. He exploded
seconds later, coming deep in her mouth, shooting wads of
his into her mouth and down her throat, white trickles of
gunk dribbling over her face and neck and breasts. She shook off
every last drop, and then gently licked his cock and balls clean.
He saw her slow, lascivious smile, utterly wanton, the servant's
grin. She got to her knees and they kissed and fell back to the
bed and Stanley saw she was kissing him like a lover, shoving her
tongue in and out of his mouth while he fondled her and
fingered her cunt. He rolled away from her at last and got out of
bed. She lay there, naked, on her side, her head propped on one
arm, watching him, a bitch-goddess in deep rut.
"Come back soon to fuck me, Aman," she smiled.
"Yeah. Sure. How much?"
Stanley's jaw dropped. *How much*? His niece was *whoring*? With
the *servants*?
Without doubt she was.
"You know how much. The usual."
"Servant's special, eh?" the laughed.
"Yes. Reduced rates."
The chuckled and Stanley gasped as he saw him peel off a
single hundred rupee note. On the bed, Sheila giggled and flipped
on her back and spread her legs wide, up her knees.
Reaching down to her crotch with both hands, she pulled her
cunt-lips open. The chuckled and, folding the note down its
length, slid one end of it into her slit. She bit her lower lip
sexily, smiling up at him. He bent over her on the bed and kissed
her, squeezing her naked breast.
"Mm ... I love the feel of money in my cunt," she murmured,
squeezing the bulge in his crotch.
"Bitch, you love *anything* in your cunt," he laughed.
"Especially you."
"Liar. You say that to all the guys."
"Mm. Probably."
"Whore."
She smiled. "That's right. I'm a whore. And I love it. I love your
cock, and I love your money!"
"How come you're so cheap?" he grunted. "Never understood that."
"I'm not," she said, the money out of her as he got
up. "The other pay through their noses to fuck me. It's only
you servants who get it at this rock-bottom rate."
"And no difference in service?"
"No. No compromise on quality."
"A real professional, hah?"
"Yeah. A real professional. Think of it like this; the rich
fuckers subsidize you servants."
"Yeah, sure. What for? You could fuck more of the rich if you
didn't fuck us."
"But, my heart, that's the point, isn't it? I fuck because I
*want* to fuck, not because I *need* to fuck. And I just *love*
fucking servants!"
Stanley ducked out into the kitchen. His heart was pounding in his
chest and the blood sang in his head. His breath was short. He
couldn't believe it. His niece, his own brother's daughter, a
common slut! A whore! A fucking whore! He peeked out into the hall
and was just in time to see Aman coming out of the bedroom as
another came in through the front door. They greeted each
other, obviously familiar. The second guy wasn't a servant, he was
better dressed, wore an expensive watch, carried a packet of State
Express cigarettes in one hand, wore a snazzy wrist-watch.
"Good fuck, Aman?" the visitor said.
"Fantastic, Dilip-saheb," Aman chuckled. "As always."
"Hope you haven't tired her out. I'm feeling damned randy today."
Aman grinned wolfishly. "That's one bint it's impossible to tire,
*saheb*. You could fuck her and I could fuck her and another six
could fuck her and she'd still want more!"
They laughed. "Fucks like a lunatic," Dilip said. "And thank god
for that!"
"Yeah. Right. Have a good time, *saheb*."
"Thanks. I intend to."
Aman went out of the house and Dilip stepped through into her
bedroom. Stanley waited for a minute till he was sure they were
inside and then crept out of the kitchen and looked into the room
again.
They hadn't wasted any time. Sheila slouched low in a wide, deep
armchair, her lovely legs cast over the arms, her elegant fingers
clawing her cunt-lips wide open. She had put on a T-shirt and it
was rucked under her arms, over her naked breasts. She wore
nothing else. Her face was a vision of lust. Her head rolled
ecstatically from shoulder to shoulder, her eyes were closed, her
lips parted. She was panting and moaning heavily. Her body
undulated in sensual waves. Her hips rocked and gyrated beneath
Dilip's face. He was naked on his knees, his erect and
hard. It was almost as big as Aman's. He was tongue-fucking her
slowly, his tongue rippling up and down and round and round in her
crack. His head moved around between her thighs. She clenched his
hair and moved his head round and round. He on her
clitoris. She gasped and arched, with a loud moan and began to
fondle her breasts, squeezing the mounds together in frenzy. Dilip
was frigging slowly, his fist and cock shining and sticky with his
pre-cum gunk. Once in a while he caressed her and face
with his cum-sticky fingers. He reached up and pinched her
nipples. Sheila gasped loudly. He slid a finger into her
slit, still tongue-fucking her relentlessly.
"OHHHHHHhhhhh Dilip-Dilip-Dilip yes oh god yes ohhhhhh ... ohhh
that's so good baby yes ... OHhhhhh ... uhhh ohh godohgod!" she
gasped.
Grinning, he rose, his lips shining with her juices. He squeezed
her breasts, smearing his on them. She tugged at his cock as
he spread his legs and leaned forward over the chair, his cock in
his hand. She clawed her cunt-lips open with one hand and guided
his cock to her honeypot with the other. With a loud groan, he
squeezed his cock into the hairy delta of her cunt. Stanley
watched Dilip's cock disappear inexorably into her cunt. Sheila
gasped and arched, her mouth open, her face jerked to one side and
contorted in a rictus of lust as his huge penis pierced her flesh,
probing deeper and deeper and deeper. His buttocks flexed taut. He
flung his head back. He leaned over her, his hands on the back of
the chair, his knees between her thighs on the edge of the seat.
He began to fuck her slowly, his hips pumping heavily up and down,
up and down, up and down, taking her steadily. His cock
rose and fell, went in and out, in and out, up and down, in and
out. His buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock emerged,
disappeared, emerged, disappeared. Her groin juddered under his.
Her body was curved, slouched low. She had the hem of her T-shirt
in her teeth, her lips drawn back in a rictus of lust.
"C'mon slut ... take it ... mmmm, yeh ... take it ... take it all
baby OHhhh yeh that's it ... mmm, yes ... ohhh God yes!" Dilip
grunted.
"Oooh uhh yeh ... c'mon, Dilip ... fuck my slit ... fuck me, baby
... fuck me like a whore ... yeh ... ooh yeh that's good, baby ...
c'mon ... shove your fat cock right up my cunt, Dilip, baby ... do
it ... fuck me!" she hissed between clenched teeth. "Oh yeh ... oh
fuck yes ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me! Ohh uhhh yes ... that's it
... c'mon ... do it! OHHH uhhh yes!"
He began to move faster, his hips bucking rapidly now, his cock
pistoning in and out, in and out, rising and falling like a
triphammer. Sheila's long neck arched and she flung her head back
and cried out.
"FuckmefuckmefuckmeyesohgodyesohhhhyesyesyesbabyyestakemeohhhgodOH
HHH mmmmyesohyesyesthat'sitfuckmeloveryes," she cried.
Stanley's pulse raced. His cock strained at his shorts. He was
deeply aroused by the sheer loveliness of his niece, by what she
was doing, how she was doing it, with whom she was doing it.
On the floor, Dilip turned Stanley's niece around and began taking
her from the rear. She knelt on the floor, leaning forward on her
forearms, over the chair. Her buttocks were thrust up at Dilip. He
squatted deeply astride her hips, his fingers digging into her
buttocks, his penis buried deep in her slit. His buttocks rocked
rapidly to and fro, to and fro. His head was flung back. He panted
and moaned in delight. Sheila's lovely face was upturned, suffused
with lust. She moaned loud obscenities. Her and the thin
gold chain around her neck swung madly back and forth as Dilip
began to cannon in and out of her cunt, prising her buttocks wide
open. He reached down for her swinging and squeezed them
hard. She arched and began to orgasm visibly. Dilip slammed into
her again and again with deep skewering thrusts, rocketing up,
pausing, ramming down hard, reaming into her.
He fucked her relentlessly for the next forty-five minutes or
more, taking her repeatedly, in every orifice. He fucked her from behind, their bodies on side on the floor. He took her
astride his cock, facing him, then with her back to him. He fucked
her mouth again, licked her slit, turned her on her back and
fucked her furiously from above, hammering his hips up and down,
pounding his cock in and out of her while she cried out
shrilly, her body bucking and thrashing under his, her swollen
jiggling. He flipped her over and fucked her from behind,
kneeling behind her and hammering his hips at her buttocks, his
bloated penis sawing in and out of her cunt. And then, finally, he
took her in the ass, grinding his inflamed penis slowly and deeply
into her rear channel while she cried out in a frenzy of lust,
clawing at the sheets, her face contorted in a paroxysm of wanton
desire as he sodomised her slowly and thoroughly.
Finally, he was done. He growled and thrust into her ass with one
last skewering thrust and stiffened, his hips twitching at her
buttocks, his cock buried deep in her anus, drew out, came
copiously, spurting on her back and thighs and then pushed
his cock into her ass again, fucking her butt slowly for a little
longer, then going down to fuck her before sliding out of
her, sated.
Stanley, watched, bathed in an excited sweat. Dilip got off the
bed and began to dress. He put his hand in his wallet and took out
a wad of currency notes. He peeled off twenty one hundred rupee
notes. Two thousand rupees! For one hour of fucking! It was a
quarter of Stanley's monthly salary, after years and years of
service. His eyes popped.
Dilip grinned and, like Aman, folded one note down its length and
slipped its end into her cunt, gave her the rest. She kissed the
notes, rubbed her thighs together.
"I just love the smell of my on money, don't you?" she
murmured sexily.
"Wouldn't know, whore," Dilip laughed. "I never get it back!"
She grinned, stuck her tongue out at him. "Here, take this and
keep it. Give me another. That way you can always smell me when
you need to."
"Smart," Dilip grinned and took the note from her crotch, slipping
another one in its place. "Thanks."
"When do I see you again?"
"Next week. Monday or Tuesday."
"Same time?"
"Yeah. Okay with you?"
"Hang on." She rolled over and flipped open a diary on her bureau.
"Yeah. Monday's fine. Tuesday a little earlier, if you don't mind.
Which one?"
"Monday, then. Monday's good. You need to keep a diary now?"
"Yes. Business is ... *up*, should I say?" she grinned wickedly.
"Can't have a riot at my door, can I? And you know I don't like to
keep people waiting."
She got up and kissed him tenderly, caressing his crotch. He
grinned at her, fondling her buttocks and breasts.
"Shall I suck you off once more? One for the road? On the house?"
He grinned. "Okay. Sounds good. If you want to."
"Baby," she sighed as she slipped to her knees, undoing his fly
and taking out his cock and resting it on her lower lip. "This ...
this I *always* want to do."
And Stanley watched as his teenage niece took the stranger's penis
in her mouth and began it deftly, jerking it in her fist
so that it grew. He fucked her mouth quickly, gasping, his head
flung back, his hand moving her head to and fro, his hips pumping
back and forth while she his cock till he came at last,
moaning, his hips twitching, and the flew from his cock and
spurted into her hungry mouth and spattered her lovely face and
breasts.
Stanley ducked back into the kitchen, his heart hammering, his
body sheathed in sweat. He leaned against the wall, closed his
eyes. His loins were on fire and there was a deep ache in his
balls. He wanted her. God, he wanted her so much so much it hurt.
He heard Dilip go out of the house. The front door was still open.
She was obviously expecting some more customers. He shut the door
silently, locked it. He suspected a shut door would be the sign to
customers to retreat, the coast was not clear. He wondered how she
would adjust her commitments. Never mind, he thought. She can go
back to whoring later. After I've done with her.
__________
Sheila was waiting for her next lover when Stanley stepped into
her bedroom. She had dressed again, if it could be called that, a
transparent chiffon *dupatta* across her chest. She wore nothing
else. He stared at her. Her were covered by the filmy
material, which hid nothing, but her belly and crotch were exposed
to his gaze.
She saw him and went stone cold. He savoured the exquisite terror
and shock on her face.
"Uncle Stanley!" she gasped, her eyes wide, her hands instantly
flying to cover her crotch and breasts, her jaw dropped open.
"Yes," he rasped, and then mimicked her. "*Uncle Stanley*. You
were expecting someone else, maybe? One of the servants?"
Her eyes shone with sudden tears. She seemed to quail visibly, and
her body trembled.
"So. Business is *up*, is it? And *one for the road*, is it? Love
the smell of your on money, do you? *Always want it*, do
you?" His voice dripped a malevolent sarcasm. He crossed to her
bureau and flung open her diary. "And what's this, eh? An
appointment diary? Let's see, what have we here for today? Aman
... Dilip ... then what, three more? Three? And six on Monday? And
on Tuesday? When do you go to school, bitch?"
"Uncle, no!" she cried, pleading.
"Whore," he shouted, flinging the book across the room at her. It
her on her arm and she gasped in sudden pain. "Harlot. *Slut!*"
"Uncle ... I ..."
"*Shut up!*" he roared. "*Shut up, you fucking bitch!* I saw
everything! Everything! Saw you with the servant and that other
son of a bitch! Fucking them like a two-bit *whore*! And taking
money! *In our own house!* *Whore!*"
There was nothing to say, nothing at all. Sheila bit her lip, and
the tears coursed down her cheeks. She slid backwards, trying to
get into a corner.
"You bitch," he snarled, his eyes cold and hard as flint with
fury, his jaw clenched, his face flushed. "How dare you! How
fucking dare you!"
He took a threatening step towards her and she cowered in a
corner. He came closer. She moaned softly. He was within arm's
reach now. He raised his arm, palm open. Sheila cried out and her
hand went up over her face. Her *dupatta* dropped and she was
naked before him, keening softly in fear.
The blow never came.
Instead, with surprising gentleness, his hands cupped her breasts.
She gasped, her eyes wide in shock, jerking upright, her head
snapping up to him. Her filled his palms and he marvelled
at the perfection of their weight and form and shape.
"Uncle Stanley!" she gasped.
His eyes glittered with a look she recognised, knew all too well:
pure, naked, hungry lust.
"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he said softly, gritting his
teeth, the violence of his words belied by the gentleness of his
hands. "You can fuck all those guys, you can fuck your Uncle
Stanley ... give me a piece of your action, slut ... *on the
house*!"
Sheila looked up at him, her eyes wide in shock. A slow, demonic
grin crossed his face.
"What's the matter, bitch? Not good enough for you? Wait till you
try, whore! C'mon ... do for me what you do for *them* ... see
just how good it feels to have your own uncle's cock stuck up your
... filling your mouth ... rammed up your butt!"
Sheila felt a frisson of excitement jump through her. She didn't
want to be hurt, but sex she could handle. And fucking her own
uncle! It was too sexy for words. It was especially sexy because
it had to be clandestine. His must not know. Must not know
that her husband's mistress was his own niece! She thought of it,
the hideous, fat, oily bitch totally in the dark that her husband
was fucking his brother's daughter! And Stanley wasn't
bad-looking, not at all. His body was lean and hard and
well-muscled and strong and he was good-looking, too. If she
fucked him, he would leave her alone, that much she knew. What he
was doing was a tactical error: he would no longer have a hold on
her. They would be *in pari delicto* if they *in flagrante
delicto*.
As the lust swept through her body, she groaned softly, and her
hardened and her nipples stiffened in his hands. He
stepped back in surprise, not expecting that response, expecting
resistance, expecting to use force.
She lifted her in her hands.
"Yes," she said softly, her voice filled with lust. "Fuck me,
Uncle Stan. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like a whore ... c'mon ... I
want you!"
And then the lust crackled through the ear and tore them down and
they were in each other's arms. They kissed hungrily, and her
tongue was quick and eager in his mouth and her naked, luscious
body was hot against his and he could smell the other on her
and it aroused him. She undressed him quickly. Stanley was a
muscular, powerfully built in his late forties. His naked body
was smooth and hairless and hard, without an ounce of fat. Strong,
broad, shoulders swept to high, narrow hips in a sharply tapering
V. The chest was deep and cleaved, the pectorals and hard.
His arms and legs rippled with muscle. The powerful neck supported
a handsome, weather-beaten face with a strong, straight nose,
full, lean lips and deep-set eyes. His hair was jet black and
swept back.
She kissed him again and her ground against his crotch and
her pressed warm on his chest. She slid a hand down to his
groin and fondled his swelling penis. He groaned softly. She bent
her head and on his nipples, her fingers coiled around the
long serpent of his penis. She fisted him slowly, feeling him
harden in her hands, and slid to her knees before him.
Flipping back his foreskin, she swirled her long tongue expertly
over his cock-head. Her breath was warm on his cock-head, and then
her mouth enveloped his cock in its moist warmth. She began to
suck hard on his penis, her head moving rapidly back and forth. He
groaned and arched his head and wondered when she had first done
this and with whom.
"Oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "Ohhh uhhh yeh ... c'mon ... suck it,
Sheila ... suck my cock ... ohh uhhh yeh ... c'mon, baby ... suck
hard! Suck, bitch, suck!"
He fucked her mouth slowly, pumping his hips at her face, moving
her head back and forth. His cock and her lips and cheeks grew
shiny and sticky with his pre-cum gunk. He bent and fondled her
and found them swollen turgid, the rigid nipples quivering
under his thumbs. His cock throbbed and pulsed ominously in her
mouth. His cock was satisfyingly large, nine inches long and
correspondingly thick. Its musky taste and the heady odour of his
excited her. Her latent lust came to the surface; now he was
just another man, and she wanted a fuck, wanted it badly. She
would offer him her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her breasts, any
orifice he chose.
One hand on her head, he rocked her face rapidly back and forth,
grunting in delight. He bent his head to watch his cock glistening
in and out of her mouth. His hips pumped and his belly in
with tension. Her face distended with his throbbing erection and
she harder, jerking his shaft with firm fingers.
"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my cock ... oh fuck yes ...
that's it, that's good ... c'mon ... suck my meat, whore ... oh
fucking hell yes!"
The heat roiled in his balls and he pushed her head away.
Immediately, she turned around on her hands and knees on the floor
like a bitch in heat and thrust her buttocks up at him. She spread
her thighs and leaned forward on her forearms and reached down to
spread her cunt-lips open. He could see the dewy beads of
cunt-juice on her pubic fuzz. Her puckered anus enticed him and he
debated whether to fuck her butt.
"C'mon Uncle ... fuck me...fuck me hard," she grunted. "Fuck me!"
He decided to fuck her first. He dropped to his knees behind
her and pressed his cock into the cleft between her buttocks. She
felt his cock-head at her anus and promptly bent forward and
clawed her buttocks open for him. He laughed softly.
"Later, whore," he said. "I'll fuck your ass later."
She nodded and spread her cunt-lips for him again. Slowly, he
squeezed his cock-head into her. Sheila gasped as his penis seared
into her flesh. Stanley groaned and flexed his buttocks, thrusting
deep into her. Her was a hot, wet vice that cramped and
convulsed on his penis. His head arched in pleasure. Gritting his
teeth, he swung his hips forward and thrust deep into her. Sheila
cried out loudly as the swollen penis pierced her belly. Her
were hot and swollen and they jiggled as he rocked into
her and her gold necklace swayed.
"C'mon slut ... take it!" he gasped.
The obscenity aroused her. Moaning deliriously, she rocked back
and forth on her hands and knees. Her ran up and down the
length of his shaft, impaling itself on his cock repeatedly. It
was hot and wet and tight as a vise and it convulsed feverishly on
his throbbing penis. It was a long time since he'd had a so
juicy, so hot, so goddamned tight. Stanley took several deep
breaths to regain control. He waited on his knees behind her and
caressed her back. He watched her slide up and down his rigid
penis and the sight aroused him. He prised her buttocks open and
pressed his finger to her anus. She moaned and her sphincter
yielded and he inveigled a finger into her ass. He slid his
other hand under her belly and flicked her gorged clitoris back
and forth. She gasped and whimpered, her back bowing and arching,
her body jerking and rocking under him. Her swung with her
motions and he squeezed them hard, rolling her rigid nipples in
his fingers. Sheila's head snapped up and she moaned. Her and
were fiery with lust. She moved faster. Her body rocked
and jerked before him, her buttocks slapping loudly at his strong
thighs. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and he could feel the
hot flow of her cunt-juices on his groin.
"Yes! C'mon ... c'mon, whore ... take it! Take my cock ... yeh!
Take it all! Harder, bitch! Ohhhh yes! Yeh! UNHHhhh Yes! Ohhh god
yes," he grunted, forcing her to go faster and faster, jamming her
back on his prick.
"Ohh uh OHHhhh uhhhh OHhhh yes ohh god yes yes yes!" she
responded.
He slid his fingers out of her and ass and, his hands on her
hips, began to move. His hips pumped and swung back and forth,
each skewering thrust probing her cunt. He rolled his hips
savagely and she gasped and moaned as his cock ran into her from all angles. It rasped against her inflamed clitoris, and she
felt his heavy balls swinging at her cunt-lips. She stretched a
hand between her thighs and squeezed his balls. He moaned and
fucked her faster and harder. His balls were on fire. He began to
sweat.
He pushed her down on her forearms, raising her buttocks higher.
He spread his legs in a deep squat astride her hips and began to
ride her. Her mouth into a wide 'O' of pure lust as he
ground his hips against hers. Then he fucked her hard with deep,
punishing thrusts, his buttocks rising and falling, his penis
going in and out of her cunt, glistening with their commingled
juices. Her body jerked under his thrusts and she moaned loudly,
obscenely, begging him to fuck her harder. He obeyed his mistress
and started ram-fucking her cunt, thudding into her, his cock
rasping in and out of her with an audible rasp. She squeezed
her in a frenzy as he moved faster and faster till he was
rocketing in and out of her like a dervish.
"Oh god oh ma unhh ohhh unhh ohhh unhh ohhh uhhh oh yes Ohh yes
Ohhh yes yes Ohhh god yes ... fuck me ohhh yes baby yes ... fuck
me hard ... fuck me ... oh yes ... fuck my slit, Uncle ... fuck it
hard!" Sheila chunnered.
Sheila orgasmed violently, shuddering and gasping as the heat
swamped her. Stanley was magnificent. He went on fucking her hard,
right through her orgasm. She expected him to come inside her as
her convulsed feverishly on his penis but, to her amazement
and delight, he held back. She gasped softly in wonder and joy and
heard him chuckle softly.
"Told you, slut ... time for a *real* man!"
He slid his penis out of her. She turned on her back and he knelt
over her head and slid his cock into her mouth. She it
greedily and gasped as he bent over her and thrust his tongue into
her cunt. They sixty-nined slowly and she whimpered in pleasure,
and licking his cock and balls. Her tingled
pleasurably. His tongue was wonderful in her cunt, and
heavy, flicking her inflamed clitoris incessantly.
He rolled off her and she knelt astride his groin, his cock in her
hand. She guided it to her and, with a shuddering gasp,
squeezed the cock-head into her flesh. He grunted as the soft heat
of her cunt-flesh enveloped him again. She paused with her hips
high and just the cock-head inside her, leaning forward with her
hands on his chest.
"Fuck me ... fuck me hard," she gasped. "Fuck me hard! C'mon,
Uncle Stan ... do it ... take me, baby ... take me like a whore
... oh god oh god ... you're cock's so good in my slit ... Ohhh
uhh yeh ... oh yes ... ohhh uhh yes!"
She arched sensuously, her hands on her breasts, fondling them,
lifting and weighing the turgid mounds, her face suffused with a
radiance of lust, her lips parted, her tongue pressed sexily to
her upper lip, her fingers pincering her long, rigid nipples.
Stanley stared at her in awe, overwhelmed by her sexiness.
She began to rock back and forth and up and down on his cock,
leaning forward on his hands. The heat in his groin was unbearable
and he burst into motion. Grunting with tension, gripping her
buttocks, he fucked her furiously, ramming his hips up and down
beneath her. She cried out, her head arching as the cock slammed
in and out of her cunt. Her bounced as his hips thumped
against her buttocks. Then her buttocks crashed down greedily on
his cock and he groaned as she began to rock and buck rapidly over
him, her sliding up and down his pole in feverish excitement.
Her head whipped back and forth and her jiggled and
bounced and her gold necklace slapped on her dusky skin. He held
her buttocks and moved her on his lap. She reached back to cup his
balls. He gasped loudly as she slid her down deep onto his
cock and flexed and unflexed her buttocks rapidly. Her seemed
to chew on his penis. She swung her buttocks round and round and
her hand splayed flat on her belly and she fingered her clitoris.
He watched her, deeply aroused. Faster and faster they moved and
now she leaned over him on outstretched arms and rocked rapidly up
and down on his cock. Her cries rang in his ears.
"Yes ... Oh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, motherfucker, fuck
me hard! C'mon, Uncle Stan, c'mon you fucking bastard, you son of
a bitch! Fuck me!"
The foul language, the abuses, all added to his excitement. This
was incredible.
"Take it, bitch! Take my cock! OHHHh yeh! C'mon you whore! Take
it!" he replied. "Oh yeh ... c'mon ... take it, you fucking bitch!
You fucking slut, take my cock!"
Her buttocks caromed and bounced off his thighs, her a hot,
wet, greedy vortex of intense pleasure. He bucked furiously under
her, making her groan and cry out in lust. Sheila's blazed
with heat and she soared up towards another orgasm. At the last
minute, just before the sun broke through the clouds, she slid off
his cock and turned on her back on the floor, spreading her legs
and bending her knees. She clawed her cunt-lips open for him and
reached for his cock as he moved between her thighs. He bent over
her and slowly squeezed his cock into her slowly with a loud
gasp. Her back bowed and arched as his burning penis seared into
her cunt. Her supple thighs coiled about his hips. She dragged his
mouth to hers and kissed him deeply, her tongue feverish in his
mouth.
"C'mon you motherfucker ... screw my slit," she muttered. "Screw
me hard! I want you, Uncle Stan, you mother-fucking son of a bitch
... I want your cock right up my ... fuck me, Uncle ... fuck
me forever!"
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," he moaned. "C'mon ... whore ... take
it, Sheila-bitch ... take it, oh yeh ... take it you whore ...
take my cock!"
Stretched over her on outstretched arms, his cock still pushing
into her constricting channel, gasping and making her moan in
delight as it burrowed deeper and deeper into her, he fought to
steady himself. His cock throbbed ominously, and the roiled
in his balls, aching for release.
Steadily, he drove himself deeper and deeper into her until he was
fully embedded in her cunt, his cock in to the hilt. Sheila arched
under him, her loins lurching up to his, her hands on his massive
shoulders. He began to move and she responded eagerly, moving in
unison with him. Soon, they were gasping and panting, their bodies
streaming with sweat. Her body snapped back, her jiggled,
his thrusts got faster, deeper, harder.
Within minutes, he was ram-fucking her furiously again. His head
arched back and his buttocks plummeted up and down, up and down,
up and down, his penis stroking powerfully in and out, in and out,
in and out of her cunt. Sheila moaned deliriously, her head
whipping ecstatically from side to side.
"OHHHhh god yes yes ohh yes yes ... ohhhh yeh that's it ... c'mon
fuck me lover ... yeh ... take me ... ohhhh yes! Oh yes!" she
hissed. "Oh you fucking bastard ... fuck me! *Fuck me, you
frigging son of a bitch! FUCK ME!*"
"Take it bitch ... yeh ... take it all yes!" he returned.
She began to orgasm again and he kept fucking her, forcing her on
to another orgasm and yet a third. She moaned and cried out, her
body heaving and writhing and thrashing joyously under his.
Now he was desperate, fevered with lust. He jerked out of her and
fucked her again, this time lying on his side and thrusting
quickly into her from behind, lifting one of her legs high in his
hand. He fucked her rapidly, one hand on her hip, the other on her
shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. Her
bounced and she cried out, her eyes closed, whimpering.
The cock was relentless in her cunt, thrusting angrily in
and out of her cunt, his balls slamming against her buttocks and
thighs. She came again and he swore violently, his cock jerking
into her over and over. He struggled for control. Somehow, he
managed to hold back. She bowed her head, panting and gasping,
awed by his stamina and staying power. Rarely did a lover satisfy
her thus. She sensed his desire and obeyed instantly.
Quickly, she got onto the nearest armchair on her knees, her
hands clenching the backrest, her buttocks thrust back,
proffering her anus. Gasping with excitement, Stanley stood
behind her and pressed his cock-head to her asshole. He was
burning with lust. Her sphincter spasmed once and he cried out,
his head snapping back and jammed his cock into her asshole.
Sheila screamed softly, her face contorting in a grimace of pain
and lust as the huge, fiery rod surged into her anus. Her fingers
clawed at the chair.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she
gasped. She dug a hand into her crotch and began to frantically. "Ohhh uhhh yeh ... oh yes ... fuck me, Uncle Stan ...
fuck my butt ... ohh god oh god oh god ... that's so good, baby
... oh yes ... c'mon, Uncle Stan ... give me your cock ... shove
it right up my ass, baby ... uhhhhh huhh ohyeh ... that's it ...
c'mon ... deeper ... ahhhh uhh yeh ... oh god I love your cock in
my ass, Uncle ... yes!"
Overpowered by lust, he ram-fucked her butt, jerking and slamming
his hips back and forth, forcing his cock into her asshole again
and again. It was burning hot and tight as a vice and it convulsed
feverishly on his penis. He felt her orgasm and her ass cramped on
his cock. He cried out and rocked into her savagely and finally
lost control. Beneath him, Sheila mewed in pleasure and joy when
she felt the sharp sting of his spoot geysering in a searing flood
into her asshole. He slid out of her anus slowly, his cock
quivering and throbbing. She moaned, and her breath came in
heaving, rattling gasps. His cock dribbled on her buttocks
and thighs. She moaned, writhing under him, her head bowed between
her arms. He chuckled softly and squeezed her pendulous breasts.
"Well, whore, liked it? Had a good fuck?" he chuckled. "Like
having your ol' Uncle Stan fuck you and fuck you and fuck you?"
She turned around and sat in the chair and smiled prettily. "Yes,"
she said. "It was very good. Thank you. But, Uncle Stan ..."
"What?"
"I want some more!"
Stanley laughed. "Randy whore!"
"Mm. That's me. A randy whore. Now are you going to fuck me or
not?"
He grinned. "What if I said no?"
She giggled. "Well, I'd just have to open the door and let in
someone else, wouldn't I?"
He laughed again, bent over and kissed her. "You're one horny
whore!"
Sheila kissed her uncle, holding his head in her hands and
thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth. He squeezed her
breasts. She arched her back and pushed his head to her breasts.
He them gently, then sharply. She groaned and pushed his
head lower. He kissed her belly and nuzzled her crotch. Her legs
spread wide, hooking over the arms of the chair. He thrust his
face into her cunt.
"Come on, my loverboy-Uncle," she said sexily. "Lick my slit ...
shove your tongue into my pussy!"
Stanley pulled her cunt-lips open and slid his tongue into her
crack. She groaned and closed her eyes, tilting her face up. His
tongue was wonderful, and heavy, rippling through her sodden
slit like fire. She squeezed her with one hand, moving his
head around in her groin with the other. Sheila whimpered her
pleasure.
He tongue-fucked her steadily for several minutes, savouring the
heady taste of her cunt-juices and his own gunk. She moaned and
whimpered happily, her hips jerking and writhing under his face.
He straightened and climbed on the chair and gave her his cock to
suck once again. She took it in her mouth greedily and and
licked it lasciviously, her tongue working its magic on the penis.
He fucked her face unhurriedly, pumping his hips back and forth,
rocking her head with one hand, bending his head to watch her suck
his penis. She harder and harder, moaning and whimpering in
her throat.
He pulled away and stood on the floor and leaned over her. She
spread her legs wide and lifted her up high. One hand on the
back of the chair, his head bent to watch her under him, he flexed
his buttocks and slowly drilled his cock into her cunt. Sheila
moaned softly as the huge rod seared into her flesh. She gripped
his buttocks and dragged his head down to hers.
"Fuck me," she groaned in his ear, tonguing it. "Fuck me! Shove
your cock right up my cunt! I want to feel it all! C'mon, Uncle
Stanley! Do it!"
Slowly, Sheila's uncle flexed his buttocks tighter and tighter. He
grimaced and gasped as her hot convulsed frantically on the
intruding penis as it burrowed and plowed into her soft, eager,
wanton flesh. Her head jerked to one side and she whimpered in
pleasure, her chest heaving. Stanley crushed her with one
hand. She groaned, clenching his arms, her hips arched high, her
buttocks taut, her squeezing and hungrily on his
penis.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes, baby yes! Take it!
Take it whore! Take my cock!"
"Ohhh ... uhhhh yes ... yes ... ohhhh yes ... yes ... ohhh uhhh oh
ma uhhh ahhh ... yes ... oh ma uhhh ahh ... unhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh
uhh Oh oh oh!"
Now gripping both arms of the chair, gasping with exertion,
Stanley began to grind his cock heavily in and out of his niece's
cunt. She gasped and moaned, arching and writhing erotically under
him, squeezing and crushing her in an eager frenzy.
"Fuck me!" she called. "Fuck me all night, Uncle Stan! Fuck me
hard!"
"Just wait," he chuckled softly as he ploughed into his teenage
niece's hot cunt. "Just you wait, bitch, till I tell Calvin ...
and then we're going to have fun!"
__________
Harry was a randy eighteen year old, obsessed with sex. He was
still a virgin then, and desperate to cure that inadequacy. But
with this house full of people and his day so packed and no
opportunity to be alone with a girl, how the fuck was he to do
that? He kept dreaming of it, fantasizing about the women he saw
in pornographic and magazines, wanting them, wanting to
have his cock sucked, to feel his cock encased in a warm, juicy
cunt, to lick slit, to fondle a woman's breasts, to fuck a broad
in her ass. The bragging his pals did about the dames they fucked
didn't help. He pretended to be one of them, claiming that he was
being laid regularly, refusing to say by whom, but only he knew,
only he knew the ache in his balls, this mad throbbing in his head
that wouldn't go away, the deep ache in his gut as he looked at
dame's and asses and faces and wanted to fuck them and fuck
them and fuck them ... there was this maid, Leela, god, was she
hot ... the way she walked, her sly, sexy, smile, her smooth dark
skin, the stunning curves of her body, the loveliness of her face,
the sway of her hips, the way her jutted out in her tight,
tight, tight blouses. He thought about her and instantly had an
erection.
He was at his desk trying to study for his exams at the first year
of college. His kid sister, Shirlyn, then under ten, was already
asleep, curled in a ball on the bed at the far side of the room.
Sheila wasn't home yet. He looked at his watch and felt a twinge
of anxiety. It was very late.
She came in a little later, told Harry she'd been with a friend
and that Uncle Calvin had picked her up on his way home from work.
Actually, she and Calvin had spent several hours in a seedy hotel
in the suburbs. The fucking was prolonged and heavenly and Uncle
Calvin fucked her like one possessed, again and again in every
orifice, making her orgasm repeatedly, till she was utterly spent.
She told Harry she was tired and sleepy and she showered and went
straight to bed.
When Harry finally packed it in for the night, Sheila was fast
asleep. He passed her bed silently, so as not to wake her. Sheila
lay on her back, her lovely face turned to one side and he felt a
sudden rush of affection for his sister.
His brotherly love quickly vanished as his eyes slid over her
supine form. The thin coverlet had slid down to her belly, and her
loose fitting, low-necked, strapped nightgown was askew. One of
the straps was caught in the crook of her bent arm, the
nightie down low, exposing most of one breast, the prominent
nipple thrust out impudently. Harry felt his balls surge with
lust. The gold chain gleamed around her neck on her dusky skin.
Her chest rose and fell gently, in deep slumber.
As he watched, she murmured and stirred in her sleep and her hand
slipped up to her breast, fondling it in her dreams. He saw the
luscious swell fully, ripe and succulent, just like he had
imagined a would be, and then he saw the nipple stiffen.
His erection bounced up, making a tent of his thin cotton pajamas.
Harry dropped his pajamas and began to masturbate, gasping as he
watched her fondle her breast.
Soon, the sight became too much for him. He wanted to touch her
breast, her nipple, lick it, suck it ... Her caresses grew more
obviously erotic. She pinched and rolled her nipple, stroked it
with her palm, squeezed and fondled the firm flesh of her breast.
Harry moaned to himself.
He could stand it no longer. He stole forward and closed on her.
Gently, fearing she would awaken, the very notion of what he was
doing, breaking the quintessential exciting him, he slid one
hand under her free and moved his fingers under hers on the
other one, the one she was fondling. He heard her murmur softly,
thickly, deep in her sleep. Her felt warm and hard, the
nipples hard and quivering. With growing excitement, he fondled
her ripe, succulent, sloping breasts, squeezing the flesh,
pinching and rolling the nipple. He bent his head and tongued it
slowly, rolling his tongue over the puckered, aroused aureole,
the rigid length of her nipple into his mouth, plying it
with his tongue and teeth, gently, yet insistently on it.
She groaned again and stirred. He froze, fearing he had gone to
far.
What happened next blew his mind totally. His erect cock was close
to her face as he bent over, his head upside down over breasts.
She stirred in her sleep, and her elegant, cool fingers curled
lovingly about his cock. Harry stifled a gasp, almost exploded in
shock. Nobody had done this to him ever before! And here ... his
own ... and he ... her ... oh fuck ... she was so
lovely, so very lovely ...
Sheila began to him slowly, her hands moving lovingly
to and fro, to and fro, jerking and frigging and masturbating him,
cupping and fondling his heavy, loaded balls, her long nails
raking erotically up and down his long shaft. Harry's pulse
hammered in his head. He surrendered to the immediacy of his need
and slid forward to straddle her face. Her eyes still closed,
apparently still deep in her sleep, her lips parted, her long
tongue snaked out and he almost creamed there and then as it
swirled and coiled about his sticky cock-head, lapping hungrily,
slowly at the sticky pre-cum gunk that bedewed it.
He gave in utterly, and she parted her lips and slid them down
around his cock-head and shaft, enveloping him in her moist,
eager, warm mouth. Harry moaned thickly. His hips writhed and
began to pump slowly, fucking her mouth. Her face was distended
with his cock inside it, her tongue still toying with this
ck-head, her fingers on his balls, between his thighs, questing
for his anus. She stopped her cock-sucking to tongue his balls,
suck them, rolling her tongue down the hard ridge of flesh beneath
his balls to his anus, found it and probed it with her tongue.
Harry gasped in joy. She returned slowly to the cock and took it
into her mouth once more. She it harder and harder,
sucking, letting go, and letting go, and Harry arched his
head, eyes closed, panting and gasping, his teenage body wracked
with the sexual heat and tension as his his cock
like a slut. It was incredible, overpowering. Her mouth was hot,
wet, him like a pump, slurping and licking, his body on
fire, her electric tongue doing magical things to his cock tip,
her fingers all over, on his balls, in his arse, on his shaft,
jerking him, fondling him. His balls and belly burned and ached,
his heart hammered loudly in his chest, his body was on fire, the
lava in his balls clamouring for release.
His hips bucked and bobbed slowly, she slurped audibly as his big
cock went in and out, in and out, in and out of her mouth. She
spread her legs beneath his face and to his astonishment, lifted
her nightdress high, showing that she was naked beneath. Her
cunt-fuzz was damp, thick, curly black hair framing her slit, the
first he had ever seen. Her hands slid off his cock hilt and down
to her groin, parting her cunt-lips for him. With a stifled cry he
bent forward and thrust his face between her legs. He heard her
gasp softly and felt her arch beneath him as he parted her
cunt-lips the way he had seen do in porn flicks, and his
tongue thrust rapidly into her cunt. The musky taste of her made
his head swim. She harder still. Her hips began to writhe
and buck under him, churning and grinding erotically.
He could not contain himself. Suddenly, without prior warning, he
came, exploding violently, shooting his hot, load into her
mouth, down her throat. Incredibly, he felt her continue her
sucking, swallowing his shot, and lovingly licking and
lapping at his cock till she had taken every drop of it out of
him. He continued to tongue-fuck her, grinding his loins against
her face as much as he could, wanting to drown himself in her
mouth.
And just then, he felt suddenly her buck harder and gasp and flood
his mouth with her own juice and he thrust his face in firmly and
and sucked, drinking his fill of his sibling's coital
nectar.
He rolled off her gently, panting, terrified, excited and,
strangely, not the least bit repelled. He saw the shine of his
gunk on her lips, the dribble of it on her chin and neck and
breasts. And then he saw her smile to herself in her sleep,
licking her lips, savouring his jizz. She turned on her side, as
though nothing had happened.
Harry found it difficult to sleep. The memory of what he had done
continued to haunt him, filling him with fear, terrified of the
consequences should anyone find out. His own sister! He had fucked
her mouth, tongue-fucked her cunt! He had come in her mouth! His
own sister!
He did not know it, but she had been awake the whole time. The
very idea of what he wanted had excited her, and the fact that it
was completely *verboten* only added a fillip to her lust. Sheila
saw nothing amiss - after all, she was already the neighbourhood
whore, fucking servants and neighbours and even their own uncles.
Harry was sexy and desirable and she saw no reason to deny herself
satisfaction with him if that could be got.
Her orgasm had been intense, like his, her mind soaring and
whirling as she felt his tongue in her cunt, his hard, lean body
pressed hot against hers, his cock in her mouth, filling her very
soul, hot and hard and throbbing till the final, electrifying
release of his steaming came, flooding her mouth and sending
her into raptures of pleasure.
She knew, though, the distress this would cause if it ever came to
light. To her mind, there was only one solution to the problem,
and that was to sleep with him, to treat it as naturally as she
did all her other sex. But not this night. It would have to be
done slowly. Perhaps next week, or next month. In a while.
Harry never knew the truth of that night. The memory lingered,
haunting, daunting, tantalising, exciting, terrifying, tormenting
him.
__________
Harry was immersed in an exceptionally erotic fantasy involving
the maid Leela and a sexy he'd just met in college,
Audrey, when he heard strange sounds coming across the house. At
first he didn't quite register the sounds: he was too busy
imagining Audrey moaning and writhing ecstatically under him as he
drove his cock in and out of her while Leela sat on Audrey's
face. He knew Audrey had the hots for him. It was only a matter of
time before he fucked her, but he didn't want to rush it. He was
still a virgin and he wanted to fuck Audrey after he'd got some
experience. How he was going to do that was a mystery, but he
certainly wasn't going to risk being laughed at by her if she
found he was inexperienced and callow. He'd have to get someone to
take his virginity. Leela, perhaps. But how?
The sounds came through again, louder now, interrupting his
reverie, unmistakably those of a and a woman fucking. He knew
such sounds from the pornographic he had seen. But, here,
at home? Who on earth was it? The voice was familiar; very
familiar. But ... but it couldn't be ... not Sheila. Not her, not
his sister. She was in school. Not her.
He heard the voices again and now there was no mistake. It had to
be Sheila. Sheila and a man. But who? There wasn't anyone home but
him and the servant. The servant. Oh god. The servant.
Moving across the hall now, Harry heard the sounds again. He
traced it to the second bedroom, the one used by his Uncle Calvin
and his family.
Sheila was there all right. With a servant, but not their servant,
not Ramu. Another servant, one from the neighbouring building, a
chauffeur called Sharan. He hadn't heard the bell. She must have
come in with him, and Ramu. His heart pounded as he edged closer
to the door to get a better look. His palms felt clammy and he
felt a rush of blood to his head and groin and found he had a
massive erection.
Sheila was outrageously dressed in a pair of hot pants that were
alarmingly short and a taut, body-hugging zip-up top with a high,
winged mandarin collar. The top was of glossy black leather, and
the zip was pulled low below her breasts. It squeezed her large
together; almost fully exposed, they strained at the taut
fabric, forming a deep and oozing out of its confines.
Sharan was a tall, well-built with round-faced good
looks and a lean body. He had broad shoulders, a tapering torso
and high hips. His chest was deep and cleaved, the belly hard,
the torso smooth and V-shaped. His hair was and swept back,
the eyes small and watchful, the mouth hard, the jaw tough. His
arms and legs were with muscle.
Sharan's khaki tunic was unbuttoned and Sheila's head was against
his chest, her lips over one nipple, on it, caressing the
other with her free hand. Sharan smiled at her, his head bent,
fondling her hair, stroking the exposed flesh of her wonderful
with his fingertips. He hooked two fingers in the zipper
and slid it down with a loud *krrrrrrik*. The top apart like
a banana peel. Her bounced out of their leathered nest and
Harry saw that her nipples were already rock-hard. Sharan cupped
and squeezed the fleshy mounds.
Harry's loins surged with excitement. His cock swelled and
strained at his shorts. He thrust his hand into his shorts and
began to jerk off slowly, excited and aroused. Sheila was damned
sexy and he had the hots for her, he had fucked her mouth and he
had licked her slit, and he wanted her. He didn't baulk at the
knowledge that it was incest: his lust was too overpowering.
He watched as his slid to her knees before the servant. His
was completely undone now, and hung open on his shoulders.
She had taken off her top. She looked lovely, a thin gold chain
crinkling on her creamy skin. She undid the fly of his trousers
quickly, and slipped her hand between his legs. Sharan grunted.
She smiled and freed his penis. Harry saw it was huge, the length
and weight and thickness all the pornographic magazines assured
him women loved. Although he did not know it, Sheila had it, taken it in her cunt, between her breasts, even in her
asshole, countless times. He realised with a rush of exhilaration
that his own cock was considerably larger.
Sharan's began to swell and harden in her fist. She masturbated
him slowly. She flipped the foreskin back with a deftness that
could only have come of much experience, her lips parted, and her
long, pointed tongue snaked out to coil sinuously around his
cock-head. Sharan hissed sharply, his belly in. Harry
heard a soft chuckle and his head snapped around. Across, the
room, watching them, the servant Ramu had his trousers down and
was masturbating his long cock slowly.
Harry turned back to Sheila and Sharan and was just in time to see
Sharan jerk her head forward, thrust his hips at her face.
Sheila's lovely lips parted and slipped around his cock-head. Her
cheeks hollowed delicately as she began to suck on his cock.
Sharan moaned and began to rock on his feet, holding her head and
moving it to and fro, fucking her mouth. His cock glistened and
gleamed as it emerged and disappeared between her lips. She paused
to duck her head and suck his balls, tonguing and licking them,
rising to squeeze his cock between her breasts. She ran its sticky
head over her nipples. He fucked her for a bit and then
she his penis again. His hips snapped back and forth, his
cock went in and out of her mouth.
"C'mon ... yeh ... oh fuck yes ... suck it, bitch ... suck harder!
Suck, whore, suck! Suck my cock! *Chul*, *rundi* ... *choos*!
*Jorse* *choos*!" he gasped.
Harry stifled a gasp. He was treating her like a two-bit whore!
Sharan pushed Sheila's head away. She rose, unzipped her taut
shorts and bent to shuck them off. Her pubic fuzz was neatly
trimmed and already looked damp. She turned and leaned forward
over a high, sloping desk on her forearms, her feet spread wide,
her buttocks thrust back at him, her lovely and the gold
chain pendulous.
Over her shoulder, her voice husky and filled with naked lust, she
said, "C'mon, baby ... fuck me ... shove your cock into my pussy,
Sharan ... I'm all hot and wet for you ... c'mon ... fuck me!"
Across the room, Ramu chuckled. "Go for it, dude!" he urged. "Fuck
her hard, ... fuck her real hard! She likes it like that -
good and hard. 'Sides, that's what you're paying for, right?"
Ashok couldn't believe his ears. She took money for this! Sheila,
his own sister! She was a *whore*! With the *servants*! It was his
most erotic fantasy brought to life. He muffled a groan, pumping
his swollen penis in his fist, his loins afire.
In the room, Sharan grinned and moved forward, his cock in his
hand. He pressed the big cock-head into the dark crevice between
the lobes of Sheila's buttocks. Sheila moaned, clawing her
cunt-lips wide for his penis. Slowly, smoothly, with a long,
shuddering gasp, Sharan squeezed his cock into her cunt.
"Mm ... OHHH uhh Oh yes!" she moaned, her head arching, turning
over her shoulder to him, radiant with lust. "Yeh ... oh god yes,
Sharan ... fuck me!" she hissed, her tongue pressed sexily to her
upper lip. "C'mon, baby ... shove your cock right up my ...
mm Ohhh yeh ... that's it, baby ... yes!"
His head arched back, his buttocks flexed, his cock vanished
slowly into her pussy, drilling and skewering her deeply, surging
into her belly. He held her hips and pursed his lips in tension.
She moaned as he entered her, her head craning, her mouth hanging
open, her face a vision of lust.
"Yeh ... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "C'mon, whore,
c'mon ... take it! Take my cock!"
"Oh uhh ohma uhh yeh oh yeh oh yeh ... oh that's good, baby ...
yes ... ooh yeh ... c'mon, baby ... fuck me ... yeh ... fuck me,
baby ... fuck my ... fuck me like a whore, baby ... fuck me
hard ... yeh ... c'mon ... shove your cock right up my slit, baby
... shove it in *hard* ... ahhh yeh ... that's it!"
Harry's ears burned. She was acting just like a slut, like a
porn-queen, like all those women in the he'd seen, her
expressions were the same, her words were theirs. And Sharan was
fucking her like one of them, like a slut. Harry watched, utterly
transfixed as Sharan's hips swung smoothly to and fro. He held her
hips and her back curved and arched beneath his. Her jiggled, her gold necklace swung; his hips thrust and recoiled,
thrust and recoiled. His massive cock drove deep into her cunt.
He kept at it for a long time, his hands gripping her hips, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips rocking methodically back
and forth. Harry could see the huge penis glistening as it went in
and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the curves
of her buttocks. Her body rocked and jerked under his and she
mouthed a litany of erotic obscenities. He ran his hands down her
lovely, slender, curved body and squeezed her breasts. She arched
her back and he leaned forward and they kissed erotically, their
mouths wide, their tongues fencing at each other's.
Sharan began moving faster. He gasped and panting, slapping his
hips at her buttocks, thrusting harder, deeper, faster. Her cries
rose in the torpid air. His head was flung back and now his hips
hammered rapidly at her buttocks, his cock slamming and reaming in
and out, in and out, in and out. Her body jerked and lurched
beneath his. Her gold chain flapped and swung madly on her skin.
Her jiggling were enormously swollen, the nipples rigid.
He stretched his hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing them
hard, rolling the heavy mounds in his palms, making her moan and
whimper.
"Take it, whore! Take it! C'mon, you fucking bitch ... take my
cock!" Sharan gasped.
"Oh yeh ... oh yes, baby yes ... fuck me ... c'mon, you
motherfucker ... *fuck me*!" she called feverishly. "*Fuck me,
motherfucker! Fuck me hard!*"
They kept fucking for what seemed an eternity, then paused,
panting and groaning and, changing position, continued as before.
Sheila lay on her back on huge, well-sprung double bed, and drew
her legs up high on either side of his hips. Sharan bent his body
over hers pierced her quickly, and she arched hard under him, her
back cambering.
"C'mon now, Sharan," she gasped, clenching his thickly padded
shoulders. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me real hard, baby! Fuck me hard!"
Sharan gasped and began to ram-fuck her furiously. Harry could see
his dark cock running in and out of her cunt, his buttocks
bouncing feverishly over her bucking, heaving loins. Her face
arched back, and her body jerked on the bed. Her jiggled
with his thrusts. She clenched them, mauling and crushing them in
a frenzy. Her face whipped from side to side and her cries were
loud and utterly obscene.
"OHHHHh uhhhhh OHHHHH *hanh* uh oh ma uh oh ma uh *hanh* uhh
*hanh* uhh *hanh* uhh yeh oh yeh ... fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck
me hard! *Chodh* *mujhe*! *Jorse* *chodh* ... *jorse* *chodh*!"
she cried.
"Oh fuck oh fuck uhh yeh uhh oh fuck yes ... c'mon whore ... take
it ... *le*, *rundi* ... *lele* ... *le* *mere* *lund* *ko* ...
take my cock!" Sharan gasped.
Sharan bent his head and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep
into her mouth. She responded instantly, on his tongue,
taking it deep between her lips, caressing him fiercely. Her hips
bucked up heavily at his, his penis deep into her cunt.
Sharan swung his hips, grinding down hard. Sheila's luscious body
gleamed with sweat. She clenched his head in a frenzy of hot lust
and kissed him again.
"Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Oh baby that's good ...
fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard!"
Sharan moved faster, rearing on his haunches, his hips moving like
a trip hammer at top speed, slamming his cock into her hard and
deep, making her arch, driving the breath from her throat in an
ululating cry with each thrust. Tendons stood out in her neck. He
bent his head to suck on her breasts, nibbling and and
letting go and sharply again. Sheila went wild, her body
thrashing violently under his, her face wild with lust and
passion.
She orgasmed at last. Sharan flung his head back and growled,
driving his hips into her with deep, slow, skewering thrusts,
slamming in again and again. At last he ground into her and
stiffened, holding fast deep inside her cunt. Sheila whimpered
ecstatically. Harry saw Sharan's hips twitch and jerk at her cunt,
saw the spreading glow on their faces, and then Sharan jerked out
of her and shot his load, his spattering over her thighs and
and belly and and face. She moaned, smiling
radiantly, scooping his gunk on her fingers and licking them,
licking her lips, fondling her breasts. Streaming with sweat,
Sharan leaned over her gunk-flecked body and kissed her. His cock
was still inside her. Her legs tightened about his hips.
"Again," he heard her say. "Once again."
Sharan looked over his shoulder to Ramu. The servant nodded,
grinning, masturbating. "Go ahead, stud," he said. "Have a go. On
the house."
Sharan chuckled and slapped her bottom. He rolled over onto his
back and pushed her head down to his groin.
"C'mon, whore ... suck my cock!" he growled.
She murmured softly and crouched with her face over his lap. She
held his cock, and her lips parted and slid around his cock-head.
Sharan grunted softly. His hips twitched up and down. He held her
head and moved it in his hands, fucking her mouth with intense
enjoyment. Her head bobbed and rose and fell over his lap. His
cock glistened and shone between her lips. Her face distended with
the size of his cock.
"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my prick," Sharan grunted. "C'mon
... suck my cock, whore ... suck harder ... *choos*, *rundi* ...
*jorse* *choos*, *saali* *rahnd*!" Sharan gasped in a voice.
He tugged at her shoulders and she moved up to kneel astride his
lap. Her body glistened with his sticky jizz. She took his cock
and maneuvered it between her cunt-lips. Sharan drew up his knees
and arched his hips. She gasped as his cock slid through her
fingers and pierced her cunt. His buttocks flexed beneath her and
his cock slid in deeper. She moaned thickly and tossed her head
back. Deeper and deeper it went, and her hips sank down to meet
his in ascent. Her belly drew in and her thrust out
temptingly.
"Oh yes ... oh that's so good, baby ... yes!"
She bent over him on outstretched arms, her swollen pendulous over his body. He squeezed them hard. She whimpered and
began to move, grinding her hips round and round in heavy circles.
Sharan grunted and moved in unison with her. He appeared to be in
no hurry.
Harry watched them for a long while, mesmerised by the sight of
their heaving, sweating bodies. Her jiggled, her hips rose
and fell, rocked to and fro, back and forth over his body. Her
face contorted with lust and desire. Harry saw the servant's
enormously swollen penis go in and out of her cunt. He gripped her
buttocks and, prising them open, pressed his fingertip to her
anus. Sheila gasped and arched. Her buttocks tensed, then yielded
and Sharan slowly inveigled his fingertip into her nether channel.
Harry watched them move inexorably towards another climax, their
bodies writhing and grinding with increasing urgency. Sheila came
first, arching and crying out, her face contorting with pleasure,
moaning thickly as her servant slammed his hips up, thrusting his
cock deep into her, following her orgasm seconds later with his
own, shooting deep into her cunt. Sheila slid down over Sharan and
kissed him. She rolled off him at last with a shuddering sigh. He
grunted and slowly got up, got off the bed and began to dress.
Harry watched astounded as Sharan dug into his hip pocket and
pulled out a wallet and counted out some money, about a hundred
rupees and showed it to Ramu. The servant grinned, acknowledged
the payment.
"You coming back?"
"Yeah. Next week. I'll tell you a day or two before."
"Do that. Slots fill up real fast."
"So does her slit," Sharan laughed.
"Right. C'mon. Pay her."
Sharan grinned and Harry watched, dumbfounded, as his rolled on her back and spread her legs wide and the servant slid
the folded note between her open cunt-lips.
"Ta," she said. "Good fuck. Thanks for the dough."
"No sweat, whore," he chuckled. "No sweat."
Harry ducked into the kitchen as Sharan stepped out of the room
and left the house. Then he came back across the hall. Ramu was
already there, moving up over her, kissing her, pushing his
inflamed cock into her cunt. She lay beneath him, smiling
dreamily, arching her to his, kissing him, him into
her flesh.
"Mm ... god, you're good, Ramu ... you're so good for me," she
murmured and began to rock under him, eroticism in every line.
Harry came violently in his cupped palm. He swore softly,
savagely, scooping in his cupped palms and hurrying back to
his bathroom.
As he cleaned up, his pulse raced. Now he was determined that he
would fuck Sheila one day. She was hot, she was ready, and she
wanted him. He no longer had any doubt. It was just a matter of
timing it right. None of this slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am stuff for
them. It would be beautiful and prolonged and gentle. He imagined
himself fucking Sheila. The vision was intensely erotic. She would
be magnificent in bed, soft and gentle and smooth-skinned, her
body shining with sweat, heaving and writhing and thrashing under
his, moaning and panting eagerly as his cock plundered her cunt.
He longed to shove it into her, to fuck her hard and long, to get
her to suck his cock, take it between her breasts, in her cunt, in
her ass. She was the one he wanted.
He lay down on his cot, wide awake, staring at the ceiling,
letting his imagination feed the fantasy. He could hear sounds
from the bedroom again and he grinned. They were at it once more
and they were going on and on. He heard, Ramu's chuckle, Sheila's
gasp. Harry sighed and closed his eyes and dreamed of incest.
__________
Harry watched as Sheila came out of Calvin's bathroom with a towel
draped around her shoulders and nothing else. Standing by the
window, Calvin grinned when he saw her. She came up to him and he
grabbed her and pulled her to the floor and they rolled together
in each other's arms, kissing feverishly, her hands tearing at his
clothes, his hands mauling her breasts, squeezing her buttocks.
Harry grinned. Nothing she did surprised him anymore.
In seconds, she had her head in his crotch and was his
cock hungrily, pumping his shaft in her fist, rocking her head up
and down over his lap. Calvin grunted, bucking his hips under her
face, craning his neck to watch.
"Here. Sit on the chair," she said and made him get on the
armchair.
Calvin grinned in delight and spread his legs and his niece knelt
on the floor between his thighs like a gutterslut and pushed her
face into his groin and took his cock in her mouth. It felt
wonderful, and her mouth was soft and warm and moist and she
cock like a bitch-goddess. He grunted softly, his hand on
her head, rocking it up and down and to and fro to suit his
pleasure.
"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... yes!" he murmured. "Suck my cock,
whore!"
She moaned and whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat, licking
his cock-head lasciviously, her lovely *kajal*-rimmed eyes lifted
to his face, her cheeks billowing and hollowing sexily as she
his cock, her slender fingers coiled around his cock-shaft,
pumping it up and down. She caressed her face with his penis,
rubbed the sticky cock-head over her nipples and breasts, squeezed
the luscious mounds over its throbbing length as she licked and
nuzzled his hard, flat belly and swept her tongue through the sexy
hollow of his navel. His cock throbbed in her fist and mouth, hard
and hot and long and she groaned as pre-cum gunk spurted from the
long slit in his cock-head. Pumping his shaft rapidly, she licked
the dewdrops of her servant's seed, catching them on her tongue
and lips and cheeks, opening her mouth wide.
"Yeh ... c'mon ... suck it, whore!" he gasped, pulling her face
into his groin again, pushing his cock into her mouth. "Suck my
dick, cunt! Suck harder!"
Sheila groaned, loving every minute of it, and continued her uncle's cock hungrily. Several minutes later, he pushed her
head away and, getting off the chair, made her take his place.
Masturbating slowly behind the door, Harry saw that Sheila was
moaning softly with lust. As he watched, she spread her legs wide,
hooking her knees over the arms of the chair, offering her body in
wanton surrender to her uncle. Calvin grinned and went down on his
knees before her. They kissed and he fondled her succulent,
swollen, turgid breasts, pinching and teasing her rigid nipples.
She sexily on his tongue in her mouth. He bent his head and
licked her breasts, sharply, letting go, again,
tormenting the stiff points with his lips and teeth and tongue.
"Lick me!" she groaned. "C'mon, Calvin ... lick my slit ...
tongue-fuck me!"
Calvin went lower and Sheila groaned, spreading her cunt-lips open
for him. His tongue rippled into her slit and she gasped, arching,
her hands under her breasts, her back bowing, her head arching
back, the breath rushing from her throat, her mouth opening wide.
Her hips lurched and he drove his tongue into her streaming cunt,
through her unfurled cunt-lips into the molten flesh within. She
groaned loudly, her head turning to one side. Her body bucked on
the chair as if she was being fucked and her erotic cries rang in
his ears, obviously arousing him further.
"OHHH uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh ohma uhhh yes ... ohma uhhh yes ... ohh
uhhh ahh uhhhh lick me ... c'mon Uncle Calvin ... lick my ... yes ... ohhhh yes ... there ... oh baby yes ... oh that's so
good yes ... ohhhh uhhh yes!"
Her bounced and jiggled gently and she squeezed them
erotically in rising excitement, crushing them in her palms, her
eyes closed, her mouth open, her face turned to one side. Calvin
slid a finger into her and began tongue-fucking and
finger-fucking her simultaneously, whipping her stiff clitoris
with his tongue, it out, flicking it this way and that,
nibbling it delicately.
"AHHHHH UHHH AHHHH UHHHH ah uh ohhh uhh OHHH uhh OHH uhhh OHMA
uhhh *hanh* uhhh OHHHHH!" Sheila cried, going wild as the fires
roiled in her groin and breasts, her body jerking and writhing and
twisting in a wanton frenzy on the chair, her cunt-juices
streaming into his mouth, her convulsing haplessly on his
twisting, probing, exploring finger as it jerked in and out of her
cunt. She clenched his hair and pinned his face to her crotch, her
hips bucking at his head. "OHHH uhhh Ohma uhhh *hanh* uhhh OH
Uncle Calvin! Yes uhhh ohh uhh uhhhh OHHHHHHH!"
He timed it superbly and stopped just before her orgasm broke. She
groaned in frustration and despair and tried to jerk his head back
into her groin, his finger back into her cunt. He laughed and
slapped her roughly. She gasped and moaned and that
confirmed Harry's belief that she enjoyed some rough stuff, too.
He decided he would fuck her ass one day.
As he watched, Calvin pulled Sheila off the chair and turned her
around and pushed her forward with her forearms on the seat. She
moaned, her buttocks writhing erotically, tempting him. Calvin
straddled her flared hips in a low squat and, taking his cock in
his hand, slowly squeezed it between her buttocks into her tight,
hot, wet, convulsing cunt. He ground it into her flesh slowly and
gasped loudly, tossing his head back and groaning, closing his
eyes, his muscles rippling, his belly snapping inward as her contracted frantically on his throbbing penis.
"OHHHHH uhhh yes ... fuck yes!" he gasped. "C'mon whore ... take
it ... take my cock uhhhhhh ohhhhh uhhh OHHH uhh yes ... take it
... take it all!"
Beneath him, Sheila groaned, biting her lower lip, fighting to
stave off her orgasm, her chest heaving, her scraping
against the thick, rough cotton of the armchair's seat cover. His
cock felt divine in her slit, hot and and hard, its rough
shaft mashing over her gorged clitoris, pulverizing her molten
cunt-flesh, piercing deeper and deeper and deeper.
"Fuck me!" she cried, her voice ragged and hoarse. "C'mon Uncle
Calvin ... you frigging son of a bitch ... you motherfucking
bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me ... yes ... ohhhhh uhhhh yes uhhh
OHHHHHH yes ... that's it ... c'mon ... deeper! Ahhhhh uhhh yes!
Oh god yes, Uncle Calvin, yes oh uhhhh yes!"
"Take it ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... take my cock ... ohhh
uhh yeh ... oh fuck yes!"
Calvin began fucking her slowly and heavily, rocking his hips back
and forth, flexing and unflexing his buttocks rhythmically,
driving his cock in and out of her in a mesmerizing, steady
rhythm. Sheila gasped and moaned, her body rocking and jerking
under her uncle's, her gold necklace swinging, her jiggling and bouncing with his thrusts, her nipples scraping over
the chair's seat, her head spinning with joy.
"C'mon whore ... take it!" her uncle grunted, panting and gasping.
He fucked her steadily, driving his cock in and out of her with grinding, skewering thrusts, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his hips swinging smoothly at the waist, his fingers
steepled in the small of her back.
"Ohhh uhhh OHHHH uhhhh OHHHH uhh yes ... oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhhh
ohh uhhh *hanh* uhhh OHHH!" Sheila groaned, her face twisted with
lust, chewing her lower lip in exquisite tension as the fires
raged in her groin. "Fuck me! Oh god yes ... fuck me, Uncle Calvin
... fuck me! C'mon, baby ... fuck me hard!" she gasped. "Fuck me
like a whore!... c'mon ... do it lover ... fuck me!"
Calvin responded superbly and Harry watched in envy as he fucked
her quickly but masterfully, rocking his cock rapidly in and out
of her cunt, each deep, piercing thrust a choking gasp of
pure joy and he slid his hands up under her body and squeezed her
pendulous hard, pinching her quivering nipples, making her
shudder and moan and turn her face over her shoulder again. He
jammed his mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely, driving his tongue
into her mouth as his cock plunged into her cunt.
"Your ass, whore," he gasped, his tongue swirling through her ear.
"Now I want to fuck your ass!"
The doorbell rang.
Harry jumped, almost crashed into a footstool, darting back into
the kitchen, wondering who the fuck it could be now.
Outside, Stanley kept his finger on the doorbell, grinning hugely.
He knew Sheila and Calvin were fucking and that his bell would
force them to stop, coitus interruptus with a difference.
In the house, Calvin swore savagely, lurching out of Sheila's
cunt. He stumbled to the door, still naked, his erection sawing
the air and peered through the peephole and saw Stanley.
"Fuck you to hell," he snarled, opening the door.
"My, my," Stanley drawled, stepping in quickly and shutting the
door behind them. He looked down at Calvin's erection and quickly
shook it in his hand. "Well, hello, hello, you mighty fellow," he
murmured, laughing softly.
Calvin swore and tore away, stumbling back into the room.
Following them, Harry saw that Sheila was on her feet and Calvin
moved towards her, trying to jostle Stanley aside. Stanley grinned
and, taking off his footwear, dropped his trousers and began to
strip off his shirt. He was bigger than Calvin and elbowed him
away roughly, without too much effort. Calvin swore again.
"Back off, motherfucker! I haven't finished fucking her yet."
"Tough, asshole, real tough. You had enough time, you should've
done it."
"Fuck off!"
"Yeah, I intend to. With her. While you watch how a real fucks
a cunt."
"Do you mind if I decide?" Sheila's voice was soft and gentle.
Both looked abashed. Sheila smiled gently. "You can *both*
fuck me. Together."
Wide grins the men's faces.
Then, as Harry watched, on the bed, the two took turns fucking
Sheila's face. She their cocks one by one with evident
relish, licking and hungrily, her head rocking back and
forth between their thighs. They grinned happily, pumping their
hips back and forth, moving her head with their hands to suit
their pleasure, mouthing obscenities.
"Yeh ... suck it ... suck it whore ... suck it good," one of them
said.
Her face shining with lust, Sheila pulled both forward and
greedily tried to suck their cocks simultaneously. The two bulging
cock-heads distended her face and her tongue worked them
feverishly, licking and lapping wantonly.
Stanley fucked Sheila first, on her back. Sheila gasped sharply
and arched under him as he drove his cock into her cunt. She cried
out lustily, kissing him deeply, her hips lurching up to meet his
in descent. His penis vanished into her flesh. He bent
over her, his hands on her breasts, crushing them savagely and
began fucking her rapidly, with hard, furious thrusts that made
her body jerk and rock and snap under his. Faster and faster he
went, plunging in and out of her like a dervish, his buttocks
flexing and unflexing, his hips hammering up and down. Sheila
cried out loudly and lewdly, thrashing passionately beneath him.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes Uncle Stan yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!
Yes!"
He fucked her for several minutes and then, just as she brinked at
an orgasm, jerked out of her with a gasp and made room for his
brother.
Calvin rolled her onto her front and mounted her from behind in a
deep squat astride her hips, quickly ramming his bloated, long
penis into her cunt. Sheila gasped, rocking feverishly on her
forearms and knees, moaning. Her body glistened with sex-sweat;
strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Her jiggled and shook as the servant plundered her cunt, thundering in
and out of her with shuddering moans, his cock reaming and
slamming into her cunt.
On the bed, the two brothers fucked Sheila together in her and mouth. She bucked on one man's penis while she the
other. Under her, Calvin grunted and groaned, bucking up and down,
tossing her on his cock, squeezing her hard. Sheila's face
was turned to one side, buried between Stanley's strong thighs.
The laughed and called her names.
"Yeh ... take it whore ... take it ...," Stanley gasped.
They broke apart and exchanged positions, Stanley taking her from
beneath, her back to him, his finger probing her anus, while
Calvin went back to fucking her mouth.
"Ohhh yes ... yes ... fuck me ... Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god
yes!"
Then, as Harry watched, pop-eyed, the two uncles began raiding her
and ass together, simultaneously and she was enjoying every
minute of it. Calvin lay under her and she mounted him deeply,
taking his cock deep into her with a shuddering moan. He
arched up under her and she cried out, her face thrown back,
suffused with lust.
"Ohhhh Unhhh OH OH OHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh yes!"
Calvin grinned and squeezed her breasts. He slid his hands down
her body to her buttocks and teased them open. Behind her, Stanley
grinned and shuffled forward, his cock throbbing in his
fist. He pushed it between her buttocks and Sheila tensed between
her uncles.
"Want it, whore?" Stanley crowed. "Let me hear it, whore ... let
me hear it!"
"Yes!" she gasped. "God yes! Give it to me, Uncle Stan! Fuck my
ass! Shove your cock right up my ass! C'mon ... do it!"
Stanley laughed and, gripping her hips, forced his hips forward.
His cock-head popped into her rear-channel. Sheila's body went
rigid and her face contorted in a paroxysm of lust, tendons
popping in her long neck.
"OHMAUHHOHHHUHHOHNOUHHHOHHHHUH YES UHH OHMA
uhOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she called.
Behind the door, Harry watched, stunned, as his uncles fucked
their niece, his sister, together in her and ass. She
thrashed and writhed between their hard, sweating bodies, and
there was no mistaking the wanton lust on her lovely face. She
gasped and moaned, her cries sharp and staccato.
The two penises sawed in and out of the adjacent
orifices, separated by the merest membrane of flesh. Sheila rocked
back and forth on her hands and knees like a rutting bitch,
forcing her down onto Calvin's cock, her ass back onto
Stanley's. The grunted and gasped, rocking their hips, forcing
their swollen members into her tight and tighter anus with
obscene cries of pleasure. Stanley was raiding her bottom, while
Stanley fucked her cunt. Sheila's body thrashed deliriously
between theirs as they moved faster and faster, her jiggling, her gold necklace dancing on her dusky skin.
They swapped places after several minutes. Stanley yielded her ass
with a satisfied grunt and chuckle and Calvin abandoned her cunt.
Moving behind her, Calvin squeezed his penis between her buttocks
and, flexing his buttocks, drove into her anus. Sheila cried out,
her face contorting in a rictus, lust all over her pretty face.
Stanley slid under her and jerked his cock up into her slit.
"Ohhhh yes-yes-yes!" she moaned. "That feels so good ... fuck me!
Fuck me! Ohhh god yes ... fuck me harder Ohhhh yes ... that's it
... yes! Ohh uhh ohma uhh OHHH uhh OHHHH!"
She orgasmed repeatedly and, finally, the two relented and
came, one showering her buttocks and back with his jizz, the other
exploding over her and thighs and belly. Sheila collapsed
on the bed, panting and gasping and trembling, her racked, sobbing
gasps loud and ragged.
Behind the door, creaming in his fist, Harry waited for her next
move. He knew her too well by now; she was far from done. Sure
enough, as he watched, grinning, she turned between them and
kissing them in turn, slid down Stanley's body and took his cock
in her mouth.
"Fuck me," she said. "Both of you. All over again. Fuck me. Fuck
me like a whore ... c'mon ... do it!"
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