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Erotica by Mary Jorsay Gandmar
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Copyright 1997-8,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
<maryjg@finebody.com>
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A JAM OF TARTS
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6
THE NEXT DOOR
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To all appearances, Kiran was a little more than the next
door. Demure and little more than pleasant, she seldom attracted a
second glance. She was dusky, not very tall, with silky, cut short and bound in a high pony tail by an ordinary rubber
band. She was dressed sedately in a *salvar-kurta* ensemble, with
a light chiffon *dupatta* spread over her torso and knotted behind
her back. She wore no makeup or jewellery, except a thin black
thread with an amulet around her neck.
She sprawled beneath him, panting and sweating from her sexual
exertions, naked but for the *dupatta*. Her lover wondered how
many people could even have guessed her to be such a performer in
bed. He knew that she had her own management consultancy. He had
never imagined that she would be a surprisingly proficient lover
as well. He could scarcely believe his luck. He, a common servant,
was bedding a regular *memsahib*, fucking her like a whore.
He did several part-time jobs in the block of apartments where she
lived. Earlier that night, he was down in the car-park, smoking a
cigarette, his chores done. He looked up idly and his eyes slid
past the windows of her house and then, in a classic double-take,
snapped back. She stood at her window, looking at him. Even at
that distance, there was no mistaking the fact that she was
watching him. As he watched, she slid her hands under her
*dupatta* and brazenly lifted her breasts. He dropped his
smouldering cigarette in shock. She lifted her *dupatta* over her
and squeezed them in flagrant invitation. Watching him,
she spread her feet apart and pumped her hips in an unmistakably
obscene manner. Nodding slightly, she beckoned to him and stepped
back into the shadows.
His heart thumping with excitement, the servant raced up the
stairs to her second floor apartment. At her door, he stopped and
took a deep breath. His pulse throbbed. Gently, he tried the door.
It swung open. He stepped in and shut it quietly. He knew she
lived alone.
Kiran was waiting in the living room. Except her transparent
chiffon *dupatta*, she was naked. He stared at her. Her were covered by the filmy material, but her belly and crotch were
exposed to his gaze. Her eyes glittered with excitement. She
lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts, lifting them in her hands.
"Fuck me," she said softly in Hindi, her voice filled with lust.
"Fuck me hard. *Chodhmujhe*. *Jorsechodh*."
No introductions were asked for, none were needed. This was the
best kind of sex, uncomplicated by any bond, an unabashed quest
for physical gratification. They kissed hungrily, and her tongue
was quick and eager in his mouth and her body was hot against his.
She undressed him quickly 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 tool-tip, 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 how often she had done this and with
whom.
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, at least ten inches long
and correspondingly thick. It was a long time since she'd had a
cock as big. Its musky taste and the heady odour of his excited her. She was desperate for a fuck. 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! *Choosrundi* ... *jorsechoosmerelavdeko*!"
The spoot-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 lover ... fuck me...fuck me hard," she grunted.
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.
*Baadmeinterigaandmartahoon*."
She nodded and spread her cunt-lips for him again. Slowly, he
squeezed his cock-head into her. Kiran gasped as his penis seared
into her flesh. The servant 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.
Kiran cried out loudly as the swollen penis pierced her belly. Her
were hot and swollen and they jerked and jiggled as he
rocked into her.
"C'mon slut ... take it!" the 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. The
servant took several deep breaths to regain control. He waited
patiently 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.
Kiran'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! *Lelerundi* ... *aurle*!
*Purale*, *saalirahnd*! *Chul*! *Aurle*! 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.
"Ohhhhh uhhhh OHHhhhh 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 oh oh oh oh
yes Ohhhhh yes Ohhh yes yes Ohhh god yes ... fuck me ohhh yes baby
yes ... fuck me hard ... fuck me ... oh yes ... fuck my slit,
lover ... fuck it hard!" Kiran chunnered. "*Chodhmujhe* ...
*jorsechodh*!"
Kiran orgasmed violently, shuddering and gasping as the heat
swamped her. The 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.
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. This was good. His body was hard and lean and
smelled musky and erotic. 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.
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. 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 ... yes ... OHhh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard,
motherfucker, fuck me hard! *Chul*, *bhadva*! *Ragadkechodhmujhe*,
*saala madarchuth!*"
"*Hanh*, *rundichul*! *Lele*! Take it, bitch! Take my cock!
*Lemerelundko*! OHHHh yeh! C'mon you whore! Take it!" he replied.
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. Kiran'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!"
"Yeh ... take it you whore ... take my cock," he rasped.
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. Kiran 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. Kiran 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!"
"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 wanted her for his own pleasure. 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
tiredly. 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 she satisfied it
willingly.
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, the servant 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.
Kiran screamed softly, her face contorting in a grimace of pain
and lust as the huge, fiery rod seared into her butt. She dug a
hand into her crotch and began to frantically.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she
gasped. "*Maarmerigaand*! *Jorsemaar*!"
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
almost painfully on his dick. He cried out and rocked into her
savagely and finally lost control. Beneath him, Kiran 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 asshole slowly, his cock quivering and
throbbing. She moaned, and her breath came in heaving, rattling
gasps. Her head bowed between her arms. He chuckled softly and
squeezed her dangling breasts. She groaned.
"Well, whore, like it? Had a good fuck?" he growled.
She turned around and sat in the chair and smiled prettily. "Yes,"
she said. "It was very good. Thank you. Are you game for more?"
The laughed. "Sure thing, bitch."
"Good. Fuck me again."
"Don't you wanna know my name at all?"
She looked genuinely puzzled. "What for?" She fondled his cock and
smiled gently. "As long as you're ready to use your cock on me, I
don't care."
The laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're one horny
whore!"
He told her his name anyway, Bhiku, and she told him hers, quite
unnecessarily. He knew who she was. Kiran kissed the servant,
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, loverboy ... lick my slit ... shove your tongue into my
pussy! *Chaatmujhe*!"
The servant 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. Kiran whimpered her
pleasure.
He tongue-fucked her steadily for several minutes, savouring the
heady taste of her 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. Kiran
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 Bhiku!
Shove your cock into my slit ... I want it all! I want to feel it
right up inside me! *Bhardemerechuthko*!"
Slowly, the servant 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. Bhiku 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, the
servant began to grind his cock heavily in and out of Kiran'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, Bhiku! Fuck me hard!"
Not that he needed any bidding anyway ...
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