Erotica from the INDIAN HEAT archives
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Mary Jorsay Gandmar
P E N T A P R I S M
The Heart Of A Whore
"Come on, Baban ... lick my slit ... fuck me with your tongue!"
The teenager's voice was husky and sibilant, deeply erotic.
The darkly handsome, hard-bodied youth smiled down at the lovely,
dusky seventeen-year sprawled wantonly before him. Her
body was luscious, already ripened into womanhood, with large
and flared hips. Her belly was firm and flat, her arms and
legs smooth and slender. Her face was sensuous, slightly
heavy-lipped and fleshy-nosed, but sexy all the same. Her eyes
were large and dark, rimmed with *kajal*, and her hair was and long, twisted into a long braid. Baban liked his women earthy
The servant smiled and thrust his face into her crotch.
Anuja gasped softly and arched her back in pleasure. His tongue
rippled down her sodden cunt-lips and through moist flesh within.
It felt wonderful. Anuja spread her legs still wider and, gripped
his head in her crotch, her hips raised high. His tongue swirled
through her cunt-flesh and flickered against her gorged clitoris.
She moaned softly. He slid his hands up to her turgid and
squeezed them, pinching her rigid nipples. Anuja sighed in
pleasure, writhing on the bed. His tongue jabbed into her and
she gasped loudly, arching her back.
"Ohh! OH! Oh yes! Yes! Ohh! Unhhh! Ohhhh!"
Her face flipped languorously from side to side, her lips parted
in a gentle 'O' of pleasure. Her body jerked back and forth on the
bed as though she was being fucked, and her large jiggled
erotically. She squeezed them in rising excitement, moaning with
Three months earlier, a virgin then, she offered herself to Baban
on a hot afternoon when she was alone at home. Her was at
work, and her was at a ladies' luncheon. Anuja was feeling
sexy and she lay in bed, masturbating gently and unhurriedly with
a large, long white radish. She slid the vegetable gently in and
out of her and wondered what it would feel like to have a
real penis in her flesh. If only there was a available ...
The realisation hit her suddenly and she stopped. Baban. Of
course. Baban was available. He was in the house, and they were
alone. Anuja's pulse quickened. For a second, she hesitated,
pondering the risks and the consequences if they were caught. But
her sexuality would not be denied. It was high time she had a
lover. And Baban had entered her fantasies frequently.
Anuja's knowledge of sex came from biology text-books and her
father's sex manuals she read surreptitiously when her were out of the house. Since fourteen, when she discovered her
sexuality, she had experimented with herself, masturbating daily,
often several times a day, with a number of household objects:
hairbrushes, toothbrushes, bananas, vegetables -- cucumbers,
gourds, the long white radishes -- the handles of the wooden
clothes- paddle handle and her tennis racquets; anything served.
She had a vivid imagination and fantasised constantly. No matter
how often she masturbated, it was never enough; the sense of
dissatisfaction persisted. She longed for the real thing.
Abandoning the radish, her heart racing with excitement, Anuja got
up. She knotted her hair quickly behind her head and, for a
second, debated what to wear. Looking around, she spotted her
tennis gear, and grinned in delight. Quickly, she slipped into her
white cotton T-shirt and short tennis skirt, deliberately abjuring
all underwear. She braided her hair and, holding her shoes in one
hand, her racquets in the other, she twirled before her
full-length mirror. The T-shirt was translucent and her and nipples and aureoles were clearly visible. Her bounced
as she moved and she thought it very erotic. Bending over, she
smiled at her reflection as she saw her skirt slide up her thighs
and reveal her buttocks and naked beneath. Perfect. Baban
would not be able to resist her.
He was in the hall, sweeping the floor on his haunches when she
entered and dumped her sports bag on the sofa seat. For a moment,
she looked at him with a rush of pleasure. He moved smoothly and
easily in the difficult position, crabbing across the floor, the
muscles rippling in his thighs and shoulders. He wore a tight
white vest and baggy shorts. He looked up at her and she saw the
swift intake of breath.
"I'm going to the club. Tennis," she murmured, eyeing him
He stared at her and nodded slowly. She turned her back and bent
forward at the waist over the back of the couch to pick up her
bag, her feet spread apart. Her skirt slid up, high over her hips
and she heard him gasp when he saw her naked buttocks and thighs,
the puckered darkness of her anus, the bewitching fuzz of her
cunt. With her legs spread, her cunt-lips opened slightly and he
could even see the tender flesh within. She paused for the merest
fraction of a second, letting him have a good look. The swish of
his broom stopped. There was utter silence. The broom clattered to
the floor. Anuja didn't move.
Suddenly, she gasped. Baban's hands slid up her legs and over her
buttocks. She wanted to turn and look at him, but held herself
back. A soft rustle, a snap and then she bit her lower lip and
felt dizzy with excitement. A thick, long, hard thing was pressing
between her buttocks and thighs, moving to her cunt. His cock!
Anuja had never seen a real cock before. She tensed. The heat was
intense and overpowering. It pressed to her cunt-lips. His hands
pushed her T-shirt up under her arms and roved over her breasts.
They were hard and swollen with excitement, her nipples erect. She
And then the heat of his cock burst into her and she cried
out, her head snapping up, her face contorting in an explosion of
pleasure. His penis surged powerfully into her flesh and his
fingers crushed her breasts. Anuja dug her fingers into the
upholstery and moaned, her head jerking up, her mouth opening in a
wide 'O' of lust. She did not tell him it was her first time. Her
head swam with excitement. She was being laid! At last, she was
being fucked! The servant flexed his buttocks and his hot,
hard penis drove deeper into her cunt. Anuja gasped and cried out,
her contracting and convulsing frantically on his penis.
Baban groaned in excitement.
"Ohhhh fuck yes!" he gasped softly. "Ohhhhh yes! Ohhh god yes!"
The servant fucked her hungrily, rapidly, hard. He pushed his cock
deeper and deeper into her and then began to rock his hips
swiftly, running it greedily in and out of her flesh. Anuja gasped
and cried out, rocking back and forth under him. His cock felt
wonderful, better than she had imagined. It was hot and hard and
it mashed her gorged clitoris in its passage. Faster and faster he
went, plunging into her sodden cunt-flesh. Anuja began to orgasm
helplessly. Baban gasped, flinging his head back, holding her hips
and jerking her up and down on his shaft, squeezing her
swinging, swollen feverishly. His cries rang in her ears.
"Ohhh uhhh yes uhhhh ohhh uhh *hanh* ... uhhh ... c'mon Anu take
it! Take my cock! C'mon ... Ohhhh uhhh yes!"
The vulgarities aroused her and she whimpered in pleasure and
rocked back and forth under his thrusts, her swollen jiggling, her gold necklace swinging against her chin. His thighs
slapped softly at her buttocks as the swollen penis sawed
rhythmically in and out of her flesh.
On and on he went, driving his penis in and out of her cunt, his
thighs pummelling her buttocks, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his hips swinging and rocking back and forth, his cock
plunging in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing
between the sweet curves of her buttocks. At last, moaning, Baban
lost control. He drove deep into her with a rasping cry, ramming
himself into her flesh, making her cry out and then, buried deep
in her spasming cunt-flesh, his buttocks twitching and flexed
taut, his cock throbbing furiously, he came. Anuja moaned in joy
as she felt the sharp sting of his spoot in her cunt-flesh. Baban
groaned and emptied himself, jet after jet of spurting into
her hot flesh. Slowly, he eased himself out of her. Anuja stayed
bent over, panting and gasping with excitement, her body burning
At last, she straightened and turned to face him. His face was
grey with tension and nervousness, fear of the consequences of
what he had done. Anuja smiled slowly, seductively and, stretching
out her hand, pulled him to her.
"Thank you," she murmured, her face close to his. "That was
Baban looked relieved.
"There's something you should know," she said, her lips fluttering
against his. "That was my first time. I've never been fucked
Baban's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.
"Really," she smiled. "It was. I just know about it, and I've
wanted it, and I've been masturbating, so I knew what to expect,
but it was my first time even so."
Baban's eyes were full of wonder and surprise.
"It is wrong," he said softly. "You were wonderful -- but it is
He smiled. "The first time should have been different, special,"
he said. "Not like this. Forgive me, please."
Anuja kissed him gently. "Don't say that," she murmured. "It was
very good for me."
He shook his head and, sliding his hands up her T-shirt to cup her
breasts, found her nipples still hard with excitement. He kissed
her slowly, his tongue slipping between her lips. Anuja's tongue
met his and their kiss deepened and she squirmed erotically
"I want you," she gasped. "I want you again."
"Let me fuck you properly this time. As it should be."
Anuja smiled, her eyes dancing with excitement. "Yes," she
breathed. "Fuck me, Baban."
"Like a whore. Say it."
"God, yes. Fuck me ... fuck me like a whore, Baban!"
He laughed, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. They moved to the
living room, and, on the soft Persian rug in the centre of the
room, for the next hour or more, Baban fucked Anuja slowly and
relentlessly, taking her repeatedly, forcing her from one orgasm
It was the most wonderful time she had known. Baban was an
experienced, adroit lover and a good teacher. Anuja orgasmed more
often than she could remember as he fucked her mouth, her breasts,
and her repeatedly in a variety of positions. When he licked
her slit, she went wild with excitement, gasping and thrashing and
writhing, crushing her erotically, her body jerking and
lurching as though under a man's thrusts. Anuja couldn't get
enough of it. When he stopped, she groaned and flung herself at
him, burying her face in his crotch, his cock furiously.
He groaned and exploded in her face, making her moan as the hot
seed splashed into her mouth and over her face and breasts.
Then he fucked her again, and yet again. Finally, fucking her
slowly and deeply on her back on the living room floor, his penis
gliding gently in and out of her cunt, then going faster and
faster and faster till he was ramming and reaming violently in and
out of her flesh. Anuja responded like a thoroughbred, with a
natural instinct and arched in joy when he came at last, his head
snapping back, his penis buried deep in her flesh, spurting heat
into her cunt.
For the next two months, they fucked at least once a day, whenever
they could. He coached her gently. Intelligent, sensitive and
imaginative, she learned well and soon reached the stage where she
could push him to his limits.
Baban loved her passionately. Anuja never tired of his
companionship, and cherished the long afternoons when they could
be together, exploring each other's bodies in every conceivable
way, constantly searching for new heights of pleasure. He taught
her to enjoy sodomy and, willing pupil that she was, Anuja did not
hesitate. The first butt-fuck was exquisite, an erotic, heady
mixture of sharp pain that dwindled in seconds to be replaced with
intense, dizzying pleasure. She loved it and, after that, insisted
on it every time he fucked her.
Now Baban lifted his head from her crotch and smiled as she moaned
softly in pleasure. She looked lovely, naked except for her gold
necklace, bangles, earrings, finger-rings and the small in
her left nostril. Very sexy. He rose to his knees and she turned
around and pushed her face between his thighs and began his penis greedily. He grunted in pleasure and fucked her face
unhurriedly, moving her head back and forth with one hand, pumping
"Mmmm ... yes ... take it ... that's nice ... suck it, Anu-bitch
... suck it ... yeh ... like that ... Ohhh yes ... suck it harder,
whore ... come on!"
Anuja loved the dirty talk. It turned her on. She her
servant's penis harder, using her tongue on the cock-head
adroitly, relishing the musky odour and tang of his pre-cum gunk.
He flung his head back and moaned softly, his cock spurting beads
of pre-cum and, smiling happily, she licked and swallowed
them. He groaned and rocked her head between his legs, fucking her
face with immense pleasure. His cock filled her mouth and
distended her face. She swirled her tongue cunningly around the
cock-head in her mouth. He pushed her head away after several
They fucked slowly. She went down on her back and, leaning over
her, he squeezed his penis slowly into her body. Anuja murmured in
pleasure, arching under him, caressing his bulging biceps and
taut, flexing buttocks as he pumped his hips rhythmically up and
down. He kissed her gently, his tongue slithering between her
"Hey, whore," he murmured, his tongue in her ear.
"Mm, what?" Anuja craned her neck and gently on his dark
"Want some excitement?"
"This is exciting."
"Like fucking some of my friends."
She stopped moving under him and looked at him silently.
"What did you say?"
"My mates. They want to fuck you, too."
"You've ... you've told them about us?"
She smiled suddenly, her eyes dancing with excitement at the
prospect, imagining what it would be like to have strangers using
"Would you like me to?"
"Are they as sexy as you?"
"And better. Hot studs."
He grinned. "Three, maybe four. You could fuck a couple of together. That's good to watch."
"Yeah. In your and mouth. Even, maybe, your and ass?"
"Together?" she gasped. "At the same time?"
"Sure, why not? You can do it and the broads all say it feels
great, having two cocks like sawing in and out of your and
ass all at once."
"Oh god, Baban!" Anuja moaned.
"What say, bitch? You game?"
She grinned, her eyes dancing, and, stopping him, rolled him over
onto his back and straddled his hips, her impaled on his
penis. She bent and kissed him, her tongue deep in his mouth, her
hot on his chest.
"Yes," she said. "Call them. I'll fuck them all."
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afternoon, Anuja's delight was beyond imagination. Baban brought
up four friends, two servants, a chauffeur and a cook. They were
all handsome, virile youths with hard bodies and satisfyingly
large penises. The chauffeur was Anand, the cook Ratanlal. Hemant
and Laxman were the two servants.
Anuja was wearing a long transparent white *kurta* and matching
*salvar*. Under it, she wore only a tight, small bra that barely
covered her nipples and nothing else. The *kurta* was cut tight
and close and her strained at the material. Her nipples
and the dark aureoles were clearly visible. Between her thighs,
the dark shadow of her crotch tempted the men's hungry eyes.
They gathered in the living room and Anuja felt a twinge of
anxiety. She looked uncertainly at Baban and he smiled
reassuringly and introduced her to the men. Anuja nodded. There
was a second's silence as each debated the next move. Baban came
to the rescue. He pressed close behind her. Anuja stood still. His
lips nuzzled the nape of her neck. Her eyes fluttered and her head
arched. He slid his hands up from her waist to her breasts.
Anuja's eyes fluttered shut. Slowly, Baban plucked open the
buttons of her *kurta*, one by one, and drew it open. The four
servants saw her breasts; one of them gasped softly. Baban's hands
slid up to weigh her and he squeezed them gently,
caressing her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened in his
fingers. Her lips fluttered open. Baban pushed his hands under her
*kurta*'s lower hem and tugged at the drawcord of her *salvar*. It
rustled to her feet. He flipped the *kurta* up to her waist. Her
was exposed. Slowly, Baban drew the *kurta* off her head. She
turned to him but he stopped her gently.
"Not me," he murmured. "Not me. Them."
He turned her around. Anuja looked at the servants with continuing
trepidation. The driver, Anand, took the initiative and broke the
"You're very lovely," he smiled. "Very sexy. I want to fuck you."
Anuja smiled in relief. He grinned gently and began to unbutton
his as he advanced towards her. Pausing before her, he
opened his trousers and dropped them. Anuja looked down
involuntarily, instinctively and gasped. His penis was enormous.
Still limp, it was at least eight inches long and correspondingly
thick. The chuckled at her reaction. She looked at them, at
"Are they all ... are they all like this?"
"More or less," Baban said and the laughed softly and began to
Looking at their hard, naked bodies, their muscular physiques and
long, cocks, Anuja felt giddy with excitement. Anand smiled
and stepped closer.
Anuja looked at him and a slow smile spread across her pretty
face. Gently, her hand slid up his hard, smooth, hairless torso,
tracing the contours of his muscles and she bent her head forward
and slowly wound her tongue around one nipple. Anand chuckled
softly. Her hand crawled down his belly to his crotch and her
fingers closed around the length of his penis.
"I want you," she murmured.
Anand's hands slid under her shoulders and she shivered when he
cupped her breasts. They were already turgid with excitement, the
nipples stiff, the dark aureoles puckered. He squeezed both
and Anuja moaned and on one nipple, then the other.
She moved her lips and tongue across his chest to the other nipple
and then dragged her tongue downward, over his rock-hard belly.
Her fingers worked his penis tenderly. Kneeling before the
chauffeur, she moaned softly and dragged her tongue through his
navel. He was a handsome, sexy man, tall and lean with a V-shaped
torso, hairless and muscular. His was open and his trousers
were puddled at his ankles. His penis was enormous, at least eight
inches long and correspondingly with heavy, low balls.
Groaning, Anuja caressed his cock and, dipping her head, dragged
her tongue down the length of his shaft. Her hands slid up under
her and she lifted them erotically. Rising slightly, she
took his cock between her breasts, kissing and licking his belly
sensuously. He groaned at the soft warmth of her breast-sheath. He
could feel her hard nipples raking his shaft.
He pushed her head down. Slowly lifting his cock, jerking it
tenderly, deftly, she slipped back the foreskin, opened her mouth
and swirled her tongue over his cock-head. Anand gasped softly,
and his belly rippled inward.
Anuja moaned deep in her throat and her lips slid forward and
encased his cock-head. Anand grunted and pushed his hips forward.
His cock quivered, thickened, lengthened, hardened. Anuja his cock in rising excitement. It was now almost ten inches long
and two inches thick. She longed for it in her cunt. Her body
rippled with desire. Her tongue ran around the cock-head, swirled
over the knob, toyed with the long slit in its peak, her teeth
scraped his shaft gently. Holding his cock and jerking it, she
harder, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs.
Her mouth was moist and warm and Anand gasped in pleasure at the
"Ohhhh fuck yes! Suck it! Suck my cock, bitch! C'mon ... yeh ...
suck it, bitch ... suck my cock! C'mon, whore, do it!" he gasped,
holding her head and moving it back and forth to suit his pleasure
while he pumped his hips.
After several minutes, he pushed her head away. Immediately
another servant took his place, one of the servants, Laxman. His
cock was already hard and satisfyingly long. Anuja moaned and
started it, feeling dizzy with excitement. After him, it
was Hemant, the other servant and, when she had done with him, it
was the cook, Ratanlal.
When finally he pushed her head away, Anuja moaned, her eyes
glassy with excitement, caressing her breasts, waiting kneeling on
the floor to obey their next command, to fulfil their next desire.
Baban chuckled and stepped forward.
"Now me," he smiled. "While Hemant licks your cunt. He's good at
that. Loves eating pussy, right, stud?"
"You bet!" the servant exclaimed.
Sitting on the sofa, Anuja Baban's cock while Hemant knelt
between her thighs and licked her slit. She gasped and moaned,
writhing and lurching, and the others caressed her body together,
fondling her and face. Anuja thrilled at the attention.
The knowledge that she had aroused all of them so intensely was
itself erotic. Hemant was exceptionally good at licking slit. His
tongue was and heavy and sharp and unbelievably agile. It
swirled and rolled every which way in her sodden slit, now
whipping her gorged clit, now pressing into the tender flesh, now
gentle then fierce. Anuja moaned and gasped, her mouth filled with
Baban's cock as she it, her face turned to one side, her
head rocking back and forth between his legs as he stood on the
sofa seat. Her hips bucked and lurched. With one hand she jerked
Baban's cock, with the other she caressed her or Hemant's
head. It moved between her thighs and his tongue was relentless in
her slit. Her belly rippled with excitement and lust.
"Hey enough. I want to fuck her," she heard Anand say.
"C'mon, break it up."
Baban and Hemant released her. Anand stood before her and,
moaning, she slipped off the sofa to her knees before him and took
his cock in her mouth again, feverishly. He fucked her
mouth eagerly for several minutes and then pushed her back.
Anuja went down on her back on the cool floor and, bending her
knees, spread her legs wide open. She splayed her cunt-lips open
with her fingers as Anand knelt between her thighs and leaned over
on outstretched arms.
"C'mon Anand ... fuck me ... fuck me slowly ... I want to feel it
The chauffeur paused with his cock-head at her cunt-lips and she
smiled wantonly at him and, holding his shaft, guided him to her
"C'mon lover ... shove it in ... slowly ..."
His buttocks flexed slowly and his hips dipped. The huge cock-head
popped into her cunt. Anuja gasped and moaned, arching her back.
"More!" she gasped. "Put it in! Come on!"
Anand flexed his buttocks slowly tighter and pushed his hips
forward. His penis surged into her clonic and she hissed in
pleasure, arching her back more and more steeply as his cock slid
into her cunt, going in further and further, tunnelling and
burrowing. In and in it went and at last she had it fully in her
flesh, huge, hot, hard, throbbing. She gasped and moaned, her face
radiant with excitement.
"Oh fuck yes!" she gasped. "Oh god your cock's so good! Fuck me
lover! Fuck me hard now! Fuck me like a whore!"
Anand groaned, his buttocks flexed taut, his head arched back.
Slowly, he slid his penis outward and then, with a shuddering
moan, plunged into her.
"OHHHHHHHHH! OHMAUNHHH OHHHHHH! OHH AHHHHN ... UNHHHHHHHD UNHHHH
OHHHHH!" Anuja shrieked as the huge cock surged white hot into her
He fucked her rapidly and hungrily, his hips rocking up and down,
his powerful muscles corded, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.
Anuja gasped and thrashed under him, her hips heaving upward to
meet his in descent. Faster and faster he moved, gasping and
groaning his pleasure. Her convulsed and spasmed frantically
on his penis.
"Ohh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes ohhh yeh take it ... take it whore
take it!" he gasped.
He moved faster, thrusting and ramming and reaming greedily into
her hot, wet cunt. Anuja's cries were sharp, staccato Oh's and
Ah's of unbridled pleasure. Her body jerked and snapped under his
thrusts, her swollen jiggling and bouncing, the gold chain
around her neck slithering this way and that. She squeezed her
in erotic excitement, pinching her nipples, her head
flipping from side to side. Whimpering, she caressed his bulging
biceps and deeply cleaved chest, gripped his buttocks, wrapped her
legs around his rocking hips. He bent his head and she smiled as
his lips met hers.
"Fuck, you're good," he gasped.
"So are you, lover, so are you," she moaned, smiling and let him
push his tongue into her mouth.
On and on he went, his cock driving in and out of her cunt,
appearing and disappearing between her cunt-lips. Gasping and
crying out, she orgasmed and, as her convulsed in a frenzy on
his pistoning, throbbing penis, he slammed into her violently
once, twice, three, four ... a dozen times, each piercing lunge
driving the breath from her throat. Then, jerking deep into her,
he came and she hissed in pleasure, her arms above her head, hands
clenching the feet of the coffee table, murmuring in joy as his
thick, hot spoot shot and shot and shot.
Anand groaned and slowly slid out of her and rolled away.
Anuja gasped, her chest heaving, panting with the exertion. A pair
of hands squeezed her and she opened her eyes and saw the
cook grinning down at her.
"C'mon whore ... on your front. I'll fuck you like a bitch."
He turned her on her front and she groaned and waited on all
fours, her swollen and pendulous. Kneeling behind her, the
cook chuckled and slowly pushed his cock into her cunt. Anuja
gasped, her head rising, her lips back in a grimace of
pleasure as the thick, long penis slid into her hot, wet, tight
"Oh ma unhhh OHHHHHHH unhhh *hanh* uhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.
The cook groaned and, gripping her hips, began fucking her with
long, smooth measured thrusts, pushing his cock in as deep as he
could, jerking her body back and forth, dragging her up and
down the length of his inflamed penis. Anuja groaned and gasped,
rocking and lurching back and forth on all fours under him. Her
jiggled and swung with his thrusts and his thighs slapped
loudly at her buttocks. He squeezed her in excitement and
began moving faster and deeper and harder, making her groan and
cry out. She came violently and, seconds later, groaning in
pleasure, he buried himself in her and exploded, making her
moan thickly as the white-hot shards of his stung her
tingling, tender cunt-flesh.
The two servants, Hemant and Laxman were already jostling forward,
each trying to elbow the other out of the way, squabbling for her
flesh. As the cook slid out of her, chuckling and slapping her
buttocks, Anuja looked at the two servants, their huge penises
sawing the air as they moved forward.
"For god's sake," she gasped. "You don't have to fight! You can
both fuck me together!"
Watching her, Baban laughed in pleasure. She was a natural, born
to this, with an appetite for pleasure that was unmatched in his
experience. He watched as she pulled Laxman to the floor and
smoothly straddled his hips on her knees, engulfing his cock in
her cunt. He gasped and arched under her and she hissed in
pleasure, her face creasing in a radiant, happy smile.
"God I love your cocks," she said. "Come here, you. I want to suck
Hemant stood beside her and she turned her face and began his cock while she rocked slowly and unhurriedly up and down on
Laxman's erection. The two servants gasped and groaned as
they fucked her and mouth together. Her bounced and
jiggled and the servants' hands were all over them, squeezing,
After several minutes, the two swapped and Anuja mounted
Hemant with her back to him, rocking up and down on his cock while
Laxman fucked her mouth eagerly, rocking her head back and back in
She loved having two together. First the two servants fucked
her in her and mouth together, then Baban and Anand had their
chance. Anuja lost track of who was fucking her and in what
orifice. At Baban's insistence, Anand fucked her while
Ratanlal sodomised her. It was the first time she'd been fucked in
both and ass simultaneously and Anuja almost passed out with
the intensity of the pleasure. She orgasmed repeatedly and wanted
it again. Hemant and Laxman obliged, fucking her in her and
ass simultaneously again, lying on her side with Hemant driving
his cock into her while, lying behind her, Laxman plunged his
cock in and out of her anus. Anuja's body writhed and thrashed
between theirs, her cries sharp and shrill with excitement. When
Baban suggested that she try three, Anuja was in no condition to
refuse, and the were exultant.
They finished with Baban and Hemant and Laxman fucking her all at
once, in cunt, mouth and ass, ramming their cocks greedily into
her again and again. Anuja was exhausted when they finally stopped
Baban saw the out and returned. Anuja had left the hall. He
heard her in the shower and he went in. She smiled and they kissed
gently, tenderly, and her hands were already busy between his
"Did you enjoy that?" he murmured, kissing her.
"Very much. I want to do it often. As often as I can."
"Good. It was very sexy to watch."
"Fuck me. I'm hot."
"I want to fuck your ass."
"Yes. Come on. Do it."
She turned around and leaned on the wall and Baban gripped her
hips and parted her buttocks and slowly shoved his cock into her
tight anus with a shuddering moan. Anuja gasped and cried out and
her face turned to his under the hot spray and he kissed her hard,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he pushed his cock deeper
and deeper into her anus.
For the next few months, between leaving school and before
colleges opened, Anuja continued her affair with Baban and his
friends. They established a routine; most days it was Baban or one
of his friends. Her were in on weekends and these were the
'dry' days. By Monday, Anuja was burning with lust, and, since
these were the freest days, with her out to kitty parties
that extended into the evening, Anuja made herself available to
all the servants. Frequently, she had seven or eight callers.
Her never knew. To them, she was still the innocent,
wide-eyed child. They knew nothing of the gasping, panting woman
who writhed and heaved eagerly every afternoon with the
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