Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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 held still.

And then the heat of his cock burst into her cunt 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 young servant flexed his buttocks and his hot, hard penis drove deeper into her cunt.

Anuja gasped and cried out, her cunt 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 cunt 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 cunt up and down on his shaft, squeezing her swinging, swollen breasts 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 breasts 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 jizz spurting into her hot flesh. Slowly, he eased himself out of her. Anuja stayed bent over, panting and gasping with excitement, her body burning with lust.

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 wonderful."

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 before."

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 wrong."

"Why?"

He smiled. "The first time should have been different, special," he said. "Not like this. Forgive me, please."

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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 against him.

"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 to another.

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 cunt repeatedly in a variety of positions. When he licked her slit, she went wild with excitement, gasping and thrashing and writhing, crushing her breasts 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, sucking 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 stud in her left nostril.

Very sexy.

He rose to his knees and she turned around and pushed her face between his thighs and began sucking his penis greedily. He grunted in pleasure and fucked her face unhurriedly, moving her head back and forth with one hand, pumping his hips.

"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 sucked 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 jizz 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 minutes.

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 lips.

"Hey, whore," he murmured, his tongue in her ear.

"Mm, what?" Anuja craned her neck and sucked gently on his dark nipple.

"Want some excitement?"

"This is exciting."

"More exciting."

"Like what?"

"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?"

"Of course."

She smiled suddenly, her eyes dancing with excitement at the prospect, imagining what it would be like to have strangers using her body.

"Would you like me to?"

"Yeah."

"Are they as sexy as you?"

"Sexier."

"Bigger cocks?"

"And better. Hot studs."

"How many?"

He grinned. "Three, maybe four. You could fuck a couple of guys together. That's good to watch."

"Together?"

"Yeah. In your cunt and mouth. Even, maybe, your cunt 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 cunt 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 cunt impaled on his penis. She bent and kissed him, her tongue deep in his mouth, her breasts hot on his chest.

"Yes," she said. "Call them. I'll fuck them all."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 cunt 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 ice.

"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 shirt 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 men chuckled at her reaction. She looked at them, at Baban.

"Are they all ... are they all like this?"

"More or less," Baban said and the men laughed softly and began to undress.

Looking at their hard, naked bodies, their muscular physiques and long, thick 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 thick 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 breasts and Anuja moaned and sucked 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 shirt was open and his trousers were puddled at his ankles.

His penis was enormous, at least eight inches long and correspondingly thick 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 breasts and she lifted them erotically.

Rising slightly, she took his cock between her breasts, kissing and licking his belly sensuously.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

"Ohhhhhh yes!"

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 sucked 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 scbangd his shaft gently.

Holding his cock and jerking it, she sucked harder, her head rocking back and forth between his thighs. Her mouth was moist and warm and Anand gasped in pleasure at the insistent pressure.

"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 sucking 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 young servant exclaimed.

Sitting on the sofa, Anuja sucked 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 breasts 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 thick 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 sucked 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 breasts 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 guys 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, sucking 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 all ..."

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 hole.

"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 cunt 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 sodden cunt.

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 cunt 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 breasts jiggling and bouncing, the gold chain around her neck slithering this way and that.

She squeezed her breasts 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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Let me tell you an incident which happened to us few years back, when we were married new.This incident discovered the exhibitionist behaviour of my wife and myself also.


My self and my wife had gone on a picnic to a forest resort. The resort was away from the main city,fantastic with all facilities. There were many couples like us and we were enjoying a lot. Our schedule there was for five days and the first three days and ofcourse nights went on smoothly with great enjoyment. Moving in the forest, safari, plucking the wild flowers and fruits, lying on the grass, camp fires and so on. As it was like a honeymoon and as all the pairs were doing nasty things we also resorted to such mischiefs like moving shorts, my wife in her mini-skirts without undergarments etc.

Third night when we were about to start our love making, my wife complained of an itch near her ass hole, first i said neglect it. But sooner she started complaining of an irritating pain at the spot and asked me to look at that. I was eager to see her ass hole and pussy instead of the itch. But looking at her pain, i suppressed my thoughts and asked her to lie down and show her ass. To my surprise i could see a red bubble near her ass hole with rashes on the sides and with her scratching it, it was spreading slowly to other sides also.

I was shocked to see that and thought of contacting the manager to find out if any doctor is available.

To our luck the resort had the doctor on call facility and then we were taken immediately to the clinic at the night.Let me tell you briefly about the Doctor- the doctor was middle aged(around 42) with a great physique and always smiling. He was in the night suit and rushed to the clinic like that only.

We were taken inside to the examination table and he asked my wife about the problem.
My was shy to tell it and i told him that she has some irritating rash and bubble near ass hole.

The doctor asked my wife to show it. My wife looked at me and i nodded.
She lifted her night gown, removed her G-string with lot of embarrassment in her face.
I was just watching the doctor and the doctor while asking about the questions about our details and where we had gone was also looking at my wife with his side vision as to what she is doing.
He was also enjoying her beauty in G-string.As my wife stood nude showing her ass to the doctor, the doctor tried to see but could see nothing and asked her lie on the table with her ass hole clearly visible.

My wife had no other option but to stand in doggy style on the examination table.

I was feeling happy in my mind that my wife is showing her nude body to others.

The doctor then came near her and started inspecting her ass with so much closeness as can be done by an ass lover only. He first caressed her pain area and then tried to insert his finger in the ass hole also to check the pain, if any. Then he asked if she is feeling any pain in her vagina also, to which my wife said no.He then moved his fingers slowly on her ass curves, as if trying to squeeze them. I could hearmy wife moaning, but was not sure because of pain or because of his hands.

I noticed that the doctor was making undue delay in examining the pain, he was simply enjoying the sexy ass and pussy of my hot wife, that too in doggy style.Imagine the seen my wife standing nude in doggy style before me and also another male. Both of us were really enjoying her nude beauty.

Then he applied some ointment on the site and told her to get up.See the pic below to see how my wife was standing before the doctor

She got up and i could now see that she was also feeling happy in her face and without any hesitation she wore her G -string by lifting her nightie before him only, while we were still enjoying her.
He said that it has occurred due to an insect bite and no need to worry and to apply the same ointment and if it persists, to contact him again.

We thanked him and while turning back I could notice the bulge in the doctors pants, his was cock was erect and was visible in the night gown he was wearing and i slowly told the same to wife who also without hesitating looked at his pants and smiled.The doctor noticed it and was shy, he wished good-night and came upto the door to see off us.

We went to the cottage and while discussing the same, my wife told me that the doctor also touched her pussy with his fingers and it made her erotic. She said that she liked the touch of the doctor and wanted to have it more.

She also said that it was her dream since long to stand nude before a stranger and was satisfied today.

Then, I also confessed to her about my feeling of exhibitionism and she also expressed her exhibitionist behaviour and from then on we started to do such exhibitionist tactics to get erotic.

This incident made my wife exhibitionist and now we do it often before the doctor, tailor, shop keepers, changing rooms in malls, beaches, hotels and even in hour house.

I like her to show her nude beauty to other males and we both get erotic, excited and will have a fine love session on that night.

I will be discussing my and my wife's other incidents, one by one here.

Please let me know about your opinion about her and the incident.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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 cunt 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 cunt and rolled away. Anuja gasped, her chest heaving, panting with the exertion. A pair of hands squeezed her breasts 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 breasts swollen and pendulous. Kneeling behind her, the cook chuckled and slowly pushed his cock into her cunt.

Anuja gasped, her head rising, her lips drawing back in a grimace of pleasure as the thick, long penis slid into her hot, wet, tight cunt.

"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 cunt 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 breasts jiggled and swung with his thrusts and his thighs slapped loudly at her buttocks.

He squeezed her breasts 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 cunt and exploded, making her moan thickly as the white-hot shards of his jizz 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 you."

Hemant stood beside her and she turned her face and began sucking his cock while she rocked slowly and unhurriedly up and down on Laxman's thick erection. The two servants gasped and groaned as they fucked her cunt and mouth together.

Her breasts bounced and jiggled and the servants' hands were all over them, squeezing, caressing, fondling.

After several minutes, the two men 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 his hands.

She loved having two men together. First the two servants fucked her in her cunt 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 cunt while Ratanlal sodomised her. It was the first time she'd been fucked in both cunt 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 cunt and ass simultaneously again, lying on her side with Hemant driving his cock into her cunt 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 men 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 and left.

Baban saw the guys 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 legs.

"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 parents 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 mother 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 parents 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 neighbourhood servants.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anuja saw the ball early. She drew her right arm well back, the wrist cocked, the racquet head above her wrist. On the clay court, the ball rose high and she had to spring off the balls of her feet as she struck it.

She took it early, her body twisting as she rolled her wrist and the racquet over the ball in a vicious top-spin.

The ball zipped back across the net, keeping low, skimmed the cord and bounced just inside the line.

On the other side, her opponent saw her return in good time, too, and was already racing across the court. He got to it in time and, whipping his hand across the ball, drove it down the line to her backhand.

Anuja rushed for it and slicing it powerfully, put it over the net in a controlled drop-shot and followed it by racing to the net. Her opponent raced to the ball, tried to scoop it over the net.

It caught the top cord and fell back on his side of the net. Anuja whooped in delight and flung her racquet in the air, jumping up and down, laughing and grinning.

Her opponent laughed, gasping and panting, and offered his hand. She pumped it eagerly.

"I can't believe it! I just can't believe it! I beat you! Three sets to two!"

"Congratulations, Anju. Great game."

"Yeah, it was fabulous. Thanks."

"You've improved since we last played."

"I've been taking lessons."

"It shows. But next time we play, it'll be in Aurangabad. Before my home crowd. See if you can beat me there!"

"Hah! I'll crush you!" she said, wrinkling her nose and sticking her tongue at him. "Just watch!"

"That's a promise to come to Aurangabad?"

"Oh yes. Bombay, Aurangabad, the moon, wherever you like."

"My, my, someone's becoming really arrogant."

"Just kidding, love," she said softly, laughing and making him grin.

They walked to the benches at the far end of the court to collect their kit. Jayant and Anuja were first cousins and childhood sweethearts.

As children, they played together constantly and, over time, their friendship matured.

They confided freely, though there were matters each had not revealed.

Anuja was already fucking Baban and the other servants almost daily. In college, she was fucking Dinkar, a lower-middle class youth of extremely modest means and poor English.

He was diffident and shy in a predominantly wealthy crowd fluent in English and foreign languages.

Anuja first seduced him more out of sympathy than anything else and was delighted to discover that, not only did he have a good, hard, lean body and a sizable cock, but he was also an imaginative and demanding lover.

He especially enjoyed raiding her ass. Her delight grew when she found he had an elder brother who was even better and, before long, she was fucking both youths, often together.

She told Jayant none of this. For his part, he kept from her his naked lust for her body and how she frequented his fantasies and tormented him as he masturbated, how he longed to see her naked body, to plunge his flesh into hers.

He did not tell, too, of his sexual experience, of the dark and smooth-skinned maidservant who had, over the past year, taken his sexual education in hand and offered him the pleasures of her flesh.

Jayant was young, too, just a few weeks older than Anuja. He was a tall, handsome youth with a muscular build.

He had a rugged, manly face with a fine, straight nose, thick hair, a wide brow, dark eyes, a hard jaw, wide slim lips and strong teeth.

Anuja had seen him at the swimming pool and knew that his body was muscular and sexy.

Broad shouldered and strong, he had a V-shaped torso with a deep, cleaved chest, a flat, hard belly and a narrow waist.

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His hips were high and lean. His torso was hairless and smooth, which she found sexy. His arms and legs were thick with muscle. She knew that he worked out regularly and the results were impressive.

Anuja, too, harboured erotic fantasies about him and that they were cousins and the knowledge that their relationship could not be seen to anything but a purely platonic one of siblings only made her sexual dreams more piquant.

In his swimming trunks, she had often let her eyes linger on the thick bulge in his crotch and tried to visualise his cock, its length and thickness. She imagined it would be an imposing organ; she longed for it.

When her parents said they planned to visit his in Aurangabad while he was in Bombay on a short holiday after finishing his final exams, Anuja wondered if she would be able to entice him to fuck her.

The stars seemed to be favourable. She had no way of knowing that he, too, was aching for just such an opportunity. Ignorant of her sexual history, he hesitated; a scandal in the family was the last thing he wanted.

Anuja sat on the slatted wooden bench and bent over to open her sports bag. She was wearing a fine white T-shirt with a collar and three buttons and a handsome, short, white pleated skirt.

Her long hair was braided and coiled double, held with a thick Turkish towel hair-ring. She wore wristbands, thick socks and expensive tennis shoes.

She had not buttoned her T-shirt. Her legs were bare high up her thighs and Jayant noted that they were firm and trim and supple.

As she bent over, the lapels of her T-shirt swung low and he saw the luscious swell of her breasts, her long gold necklace glistening on her dusky skin, nestling in her deep and inviting cleavage.

She wore a pretty brassiere, cut fine and thin, that seemed to only just cover her nipples. He ogled her unabashedly, enjoying the sight.

He noticed a sexy little dark beauty spot on the inside of her left breast.

Anuja knew that he was watching her and, for a minute, thrilled with excitement. Perhaps, after all, things would work out for them. She dawdled, rummaging pointlessly in her bag.

Finally, she straightened, pulling out her zip-up full-sleeved sweat-shirt. The T-shirt was damp with sweat and he could clearly see the sharp stubs of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles.

She slipped into the sweat-shirt and he watched her breasts move. Zipping it up to just below her breasts, she rose and collected a towel from the rack. He took one too, and they rubbed themselves dry.

Jayant retrieved his sweat-shirt and zipped it up. Discarding their towels in a plastic bin, they hoisted their kit bags on their shoulders and walked off the tennis courts together.

At the club-house, they sat chatting on the lawn and sipped tall, icy cold fresh lime sodas. When they had finished, they strolled out and walked the short distance down the road to her house.

She opened the door of the flat with her latch key and they dumped their kit bags in their rooms. He came into hers a few minutes later. She selected a tape and slotted it into her expensive stereo.

Bright pop music pulsed through the high-fidelity speakers mounted at the corners of the room.

Anuja's room was bright and spacious. It opened off the corridor just inside the entrance foyer. This was an advantage to her, because it enabled her to slip in and out of the house without alerting anyone.

She had often returned late from an assignation with one or other of her several lovers when her parents were asleep and shamelessly lied about the lateness of her return the next morning.

At other times, while they slumbered, she slipped out to fuck one of the servants on the landing or up the two flights of stairs that led to the terrace, where there was a convenient little room that housed the water pump and building maintenance gear.

In the three-bedroom apartment, this was easily the best suited to Anuja's peculiar needs.

Just inside the bedroom door, ranged along the left wall was a deep walk-in closet. To the right of the door stood her desk, with an anglepoise lamp, a bulletin board and shelves for books and files.

On the other side of the desk was a handsome rocking chair with a matching footstool and a floor lamp with a pretty shade.

A brightly patterned rug was arranged in the center of the floor, and another, smaller one at the foot of the rocking chair.

Another armchair stood opposite, across a small wicker stool and a low glass-topped coffee table.

Opposite the door, just where the walk-in closet ended was a full-length mirror with a dressing table beneath it.

Beside it was a bed that served as a couch during the day with plump bolsters along its back and low, smart shelves with books and magazines above it.

A large window swept along the wall above the bed to the opposite wall where a door opened to the attached bathroom.

A fan whirred overhead and the lighting was soft and gentle. The bedspread was bright and cheerful as was the upholstery on the armchair.

The desk was neat and clean. There were colourful posters on the wall above the seating arrangement and on two of the louvered closet doors.

The bulletin board above the desk was a jumble of photographs, notes, memos, postcards.

Jayant loved the room. It had a soft feminine touch with the fluffy stuffed toys on the shelf above the bed, the sleek music system on the rack above the desk, the colourful magazines and pictures.

As Anuja turned from the stereo, he sat down in the rocking chair and, kicking off his shoes and tugging off his socks, perched his feet on the footstool.

Anuja grinned at him, lowered the volume slightly so they could converse, and perched on the low wicker stool by the coffee table. She, too, was now barefoot.

She sat casually, her legs spread, one foot crossed over the other. It was an unusual position for a woman, but Anuja tended to do things like this, without a hint of being self-conscious.

Jayant couldn't help noticing that her skirt had slid up to her thighs, almost to her crotch. She noticed his gaze and smiled inwardly, making no attempt to adjust her clothing. He could see the white flash of her panties.

They chatted and she leaned forward on her elbows and the lapels of her sweat-shirt and T-shirt swung low again, giving him another glimpse of her splendid breasts.

The neck of the T-shirt pulled to one side and he could see the thick gold necklace against her dusky skin, curving sexily over the hollow in her collarbone.

Her skin was smooth and clear, soft, yet firm, silky, like a ripe gbang.

Anuja felt his eyes on her and waited for him to make a move. He did nothing. She sighed to herself and discreetly lifted her skirt higher, bent lower, giving him a better look at her crotch and breasts. Still he did nothing.

"My god, it's hot," she said. "Look at us both sitting under this fan and still sweating!"

"Yeah. And it's the humidity that gets you in Bombay."

"Shall I get you a towel?"

"Yes, please."

She smiled and got up and went into the bathroom.

When she returned a minute later with two thick towels, he stiffened and sucked in his breath sharply. She had taken off her T-shirt and she was wearing just the sweat-shirt now, the zip closed to a point just below her breasts.

He could see the heavy mounds pushing at the cloth and the tempting valley of her cleavage, the gold necklace glistening on her flesh.

"It's too hot. I just had to take off my T-shirt," she said, handing him a towel.

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He took it and watched as she mopped her neck and face. Strands of hair clung to her brow and the nape of her neck. Her skin looked hot and flushed.

She bent to straighten the carpet and now, as her sweat-shirt swung low, he could see more of her breasts, even the shadows of her aureoles and the stiff point of one nipple.

She sat in the chair opposite him, her legs apart in what looked to be a wanton pose and, with her skirt riding high on her thighs, he thought he could make out that she had taken off her panties too, caught a glimpse of the darkness of her pubic thatch.

She leaned back in the deep chair and her sweat-shirt strained and opened and he studied the bulge of her breasts, the exposed flesh at the V where the zip stopped.

Jayant was perspiring and only part of it was due to the tennis game. He rocked back and forth for a minute, then rose and unzipped his sweat-shirt.

"It really is hot in your Bombay," he said.

"Big talk from the Aurangabad types again?" she laughed.

He grinned and shrugged off his sweat-shirt. Crossing his arms, he pulled the T-shirt off his head. Anuja's pulse quickened with excitement as she saw his naked torso, V-shaped, hard, strong, hairless, the flat belly, the deep, cleaved chest with small, hard nipples pulled wide and low on either side of the thick pectorals.

Jayant slung the towel across his neck.

"That's better," he sighed and stood under the fan.

"You'll catch a cold. Switch off the fan."

"Don't be daft. I'll melt."

"You're mad. Then you'll get a temperature and sniffle all day long and I'll have to sit here and look after you and pamper you like a baby."

"I can look after myself."

"What rubbish. Remember the last time you fell ill? A poor little cold and you acted like you were dying or something."

"I just wanted some tender loving care."

"Which you got."

"Not from you. As I remember, you came in and shouted at me and told me to stop being such a ninny."

Anuja grinned. "But it worked, didn't it? You were out of bed like a shot."

He is very close to her, in nothing but his shorts, and the proximity of his sexy, masculine, sweating body so close – and yet so far -- thrilled her.

She felt her breasts swell with excitement, her nipples stiffening, her cunt beginning to ooze the first, delicious drops of cunt-juice.

He laughed softly and, hands on his hips, tossed his head back with a sigh of relief as the cool breeze from the fan fluttered over his half-naked body.

He was so close to her that Anuja had only to turn her face to touch his crotch with her lips; and, for a second, she was indeed tempted. But she hesitated, still unsure of his reaction, still waiting, groping.

He bent his head and smiled down at her. She had leaned back in the chair, her eyes closed and now he had a perfect view down her cleavage. He wondered whether he should make the move; but he, too, he hesitated.

Instead, he stepped back a pace. He went into the bathroom. Anuja sighed softly as she heard the door click, and then, a minute later, the soft gurgle of the toilet flushing.

"You know what, we should have gone for a swim," Jayant said coming back.

Anuja opened her eyes and looked at him. "We could, still."

"Nah, forget it. Too much of a bother, going all the way back and changing all over again. Next time."

Anuja smiled suddenly, brightly. "Oh come on, Jay, don't be so dull. Let's go, it'll be such fun! And I've got this lovely new swimming costume I'm just dying to wear."

Jayant grinned. "Simpler just to shower."

"Let me show you my new costume. You'll love it. Just wait a sec, I'll change."

"What for? We're not going anyway."

Anuja pouted. He really was infuriating. "But I want to show it to you, do you mind?"

"No," he laughed. "Go, put it on."

"That's better. Now don't you go away."

"And where would I go?"

"God knows. You're always rushing around."

She brushed past him and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Inside, she pulled out her new, skimpy string bikini from a low cabinet and put it on. It was devastating.

The bikini bra was the size of a band-aid, narrow strips of cloth that barely covered her nipples. The panties were small and tight; behind, there was nothing and her buttocks were completely exposed; in front it tapered to such a narrow triangular strip that only her cunt-lips were covered.

Studying herself in the mirror, she adjusted the panties just so; pubic hair spread on either side of the bikini panties. As she turned to leave, she noticed his underpants hanging on the hook on the inside of the door and stopped in her tracks.

Her pulse quickened. He had nothing on under his shorts, she realised. Her lust flared. She opened the bathroom and stepped out.

Later, she regretted not catching his reaction on film. It was absolutely priceless. His jaw literally dropped and he froze. She pirouetted prettily, her breasts bouncing and sashayed towards him. His eyes devoured her body.

"Like it? Do you like it? Isn't it sexy?" she sang.

"Fuck!" she heard him gasp under his breath. "Oh fuck!"

*Yes, please, she wanted to say*. *God, yes, and quickly, I'm hot*. She smiled and twirled around.

"Well? What do you think?"

"My god ... it's ... you're ... fantastic!"

"You really think so? You really mean it?"

"God, Anuja, yes!"

She pouted before the mirror on her dressing table. "You don't think my tits are too big?"

She slid her hands up under her breasts and lifted them in the bikini top. He followed her, standing behind her, gulping, his erection raging.

He watched as she cupped her breasts, the little fingers and edges of her palms meeting in her cleavage, then slowly squeezing them in an utterly erotic action.

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"Tell me, Jayant," she murmured. "I want to know."

"They're ... perfect ... just perfect ... lovely ..."

"You're just teasing me."

"No ... no ... honestly, I mean it."

"What about my ass? Do you like my ass?" She turned around and pushed her buttocks towards the mirror, her hands on her butt-cheeks. "I think it's too big. Just look at it!"

"It's beautiful. Anuja ... you're ... gorgeous!"

She was facing him now, her back to the mirror, leaning forward with her buttocks thrust back at the glass. Her head was on level with his chest. Her breasts swung heavy and low, her nipples barely concealed by the thin strips of her bikini bra.

Her gold necklace glistened against her tawny skin.

"You really mean that?" she whispered, lifting her eyes and looking at him. "You really mean it?"

"Yes ... god yes ... every word, Anuja!"

She was right next to him, her body almost touching his. Their eyes locked and, in that instant, each knew what the other wanted more than anything else in the world.

Her eyes smouldered; her lips parted; her hands slid up from her buttocks, over her flanks and pendulous breasts, touched his hard belly, crawled up to rest on his deep chest as she straightened and stood upright before him.

He cupped her neck in his hands.

"Jayant ..."

"Anuja ..."

"Oh god," he moaned. "Oh dear god," and his lips hovered over hers.

Then his lips touched hers, fled away, returned, fled, and then they kissed with a fierce hunger. Her lips, soft and full, flowered open under his and her tongue arched into his mouth.

Her body was warm and moist against his, and he could feel the fullness of her breasts on his chest. Her fingers roamed his naked torso tenderly, her very touch inordinately erotic.

He caressed her smooth, naked back tenderly, his hands roaming her arms, her shoulders, her hips, down to her buttocks.

She squirmed against him, her fingers trickling over his thick biceps, over his chest and belly, running along the upper hem of his shorts.

"Oh god, Anuja," he moaned softly and she silenced him with another kiss, fiercer, harder, her desire naked and apparent.

"Are you sure my tits aren't too big?" she murmured huskily.

"They're perfect."

"Do you want to feel them?"

His fingers worked into the string straps of her bikini bra and slid them off her shoulders. Anuja arched her face slowly, her expression suffused with lust, her eyes closed, her neck craned, her lips parted, as he pulled the bra off gently and slid his hands down over her breasts.

They were firm and full and high and he groaned softly when they filled his palms. Anuja whimpered, her breath warm and sweet on his face.

"Oh Jayant, yes," she gasped. "Oh god yes!"

Her nipples were nut-hard already, he noticed, her aureoles puckered with excitement. He squeezed her breasts gently, marvelling at their fullness and weight and the perfection of their form.

His hands slid down and he caressed her naked buttocks and she murmured softly, her breathing heavy, her nostrils flared. He squeezed her buttocks and she ground her crotch against his, gasping as his fingers dug into the cleft between her buttocks.

"You really like my ass, Jayant? Really, truly?"

"God, yes, Anuja, yes!"

"Do you ... do you ... want to fuck it?"

Jayant looked at her stunned and, for one terrible instant, Anuja thought she had self-destructed.

Suddenly, his lust erupted and he squeezed her buttocks hard and kissed her fiercely and she responded in like fashion.

"Oh god, oh god," he muttered. "God, I want to fuck you so hard!"

"Yes!" she gasped, thrilled by his words. "Fuck me, Jayant! Fuck me hard!"

"Tell me," he whispered, his tongue in her ear.

"What?"

"About the others."

"What others?"

"The other guys who've fucked you."

"You're upset."

"No."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Why do you want to know, then?"

"Curious."

"Just curious?"

"Yes. And turned on."

She smiled. "Will it turn you on more if I tell you?"

"Yes."

Anuja bent her head and slowly licked his nipple. Jayant gasped softly.

"You're right, though I don't know how you know. There've been lots of guys. Lots and lots. The servant. Baban. His friends. Many of them. Servants. Drivers. Cooks. Anyone I find sexy. A guy in college. Dinkar. His brother. Some of their friends."

"My god! Anuja!"

"Mm," she mumbled, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other.

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The sensations were exquisite. Her tongue whipped his nipple delicately, rapidly, her teeth scbangd across them, her lips clamped around them and she sucked sharply, let go, sucked again.

He gasped and arched his back. She slithered lower, going down to her knees before him. Gently, she opened the clasp of his shorts, unzipped them. His penis bounced out.

It was big, bigger and thicker than she had dared hope, at least seven inches long and correspondingly thick, and not yet fully erect.

She expected it would finally be at least nine inches long, nearly two inches thick. His balls were heavy and low. His shaft was shorn smoothly down to the hilt.

"I love being fucked," she murmured. "I love it more than anything else. The guys are great when they fuck my mouth ... lick my slit ... fuck my cunt ... sometimes even my ass ... I like that a lot, a hot cock in my butt ... sometimes I have two or three of them fuck me together ... that's heaven ... they fuck me so nice and hard ... I love it when they shove their fat long cocks into my mouth ... or my cunt ... and best of all in my ass ... it's wonderful ... the best thing ..."

"Oh fuck!" he gasped.

"And I love sucking their cocks ... having them cum in my mouth ... you should see us ... it's so sexy ... just imagine one of them fucking me ... me kneeling before him just like this ... sucking his cock ... licking it ... or him fucking me ... his body over mine ... his hips rising and falling ... his cock going in and out of my cunt ... in and out ... fucking me from behind ... hammering his hips at my buttocks ... my tits jiggling ..."

She murmured the words and Jayant closed his eyes and visualized the images ... Anuja moaning and gasping, panting and writhing erotically as she sucked a servant's cock ...

Anuja's body heaving and thrashing as he fucked her slowly and deeply and heavily, bent over her ... Anuja gasping and crying out, her face turned up, a vision of lust, her body rocking back and forth as the servant held her hips and fucked her rapidly and hard from behind.

The images were incredibly erotic, fulfilling his every fantasy. His cock quivered and swelled and he gasped sharply as she took it in her fingers and ran the foreskin back over the thick ridge of his cock-head.

Her pointed, cunning tongue swirled lasciviously over the thick knob.

"Like it?" she murmured softly, lifting her large, lovely eyes to his, her face suffused with lust, caressing her cheeks with his cock-head. "Tell me you like it. Talk dirty to me, Jayant ... it turns me on."

Holding his shaft in one hand, she parted her lips and slipped them around his cock-head. Anish gasped, his head jerking back. Her mouth was wonderful, soft and warm and wet and her tongue worked his cock-head wickedly.

Groaning, he held her head and pulled it deeper into his crotch, pushing his hips forward at the same time, his buttocks flexing taut.

"Oh fuck yes!" he gasped. "C'mon ... suck it! Suck my cock! Suck it hard!"

Bending his head, his mouth hanging open, he looked down. Her face was distended with the size of his cock.

Her tongue worked his cock-head with a deft cunning that could only have been gained with considerable experience.

Her head rocked back and forth between his thighs as she sucked his cock greedily and heavily. Jayant gasped and grunted, fucking her face in wonder and joy, rocking her head in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro.

"Yes! Ohhh yes! That's it, baby ... yes ... suck it ... oh fuck yes! C'mon ... suck it harder ... c'mon Anju! Suck my cock! Ohhh uhhh yes uhh yes!"

Anuja paused briefly, rose slightly, nuzzled his hard belly, swirled her tongue through his navel and squeezed her breasts in a sheath over his cock.

Jayant groaned thickly at the warmth of her breast-sheath, the gentle scbanging of her nipples over his throbbing shaft.

Dipping her head, she ran her tongue down over his shaft, his cock-head, down the lower side to his balls, gently licking and sucking them by turn.

She caressed her face with his penis and then took him gently in her mouth again, more deeply this time.

"Jayant ... cum in my mouth if you want to," she murmured. "I like that."

For a minute, he was tempted. The fires in his loins were raging, unbearable. But he hesitated, unsure of his abilities, eager to satisfy her.

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"Later," he gasped. "Not now. Later, maybe."

Anuja did not reply, just took his cock deep in her mouth again and sucked it rapidly, her head rocking swiftly back and forth between his thighs.

Jayant groaned as he fucked her face, his head arched, his hands moving her head, his hips pumping.

He dropped his head and looked down at her and then at their reflections in the full-length dressing table mirror. The sight was undeniably erotic.

Anuja on her knees, her pretty face distended with the size of his cock, her head moving back and forth, her ringed fingers pumping his shaft, her heavy breasts wobbling with her motions, the gold chain glinting on her tawny skin, her small nose-stud gleaming, her naked buttocks resting on her heels.

Her head rolled from side to side as she licked and sucked his cock from every angle. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and she opened her lips wide under his cock-head, letting him see his jizz sputter into her mouth.

She swallowed it lasciviously, caressed her face, her cheeks and lips sticky and slimy with his tangy, heady gunk.

At last, he pushed her head away and she rose slowly, licking his torso wantonly, sucking his nipples till she was on her feet and in his arms.

They kissed fiercely and she ground her crotch against his, her hands working his cock-shaft, pressing it to her cunt-lips through the thin cloth of her bikini panties.

That he had not come in her mouth thrilled her; older men and more experienced had succumbed far sooner at far less. Evidently, Anuja's cousin was no novice.

She wondered who his mentor might be -- his obvious skill could only have come with experience. Anuja reasoned that it had to be an older woman, one capable of guiding and instructing a virile, handsome youth in the art of sex.

His hands roamed her body, sliding from her shoulders to her breasts, down her back to her buttocks. She groaned as his fingers dug into the cleft between the smoothly curved lobes.

Slowly, she turned around in his arms, her back to him, facing the mirror. His hands slid up her torso, lifted and weighed and cupped her heavy breasts. He smiled at her reflection. She tilted her face back and he nuzzled the nape of her neck, tongued her ear.

"You really like my tits?" she murmured.

"Mm. Very much."

"I like it when you squeeze them."

"They're lovely."

His throbbing erection pressed to her buttocks and, reaching behind, she moved it to the cleft between them.

"God, I love your cock," she murmured, turning her face over her shoulder as he nuzzled the nape of her neck, his lips hot on her flesh. "You know what?"

"What?'

"I really want ..."

"What?"

"I really want your cock in my butt. I love being fucked in the
ass."

"I like fucking ass."

"Will you do it? Please?"

"Later," he said.

"Promise?"

"Yes. Now I want to lick your slit. You like that?"

She smiled at him in the mirror, her dark eyes flashing. "I just love being fucked, Jayant ... fuck me any way you like ... just fuck me ..."

He smiled and his hands slid down from her breasts to her bikini panties, his fingers crawling into the long, narrow triangle of cloth covering her cunt-lips.

His fingertips brushed her downy pubic hair and he pushed the cloth and twirled it into a single thick strand that ran down her slit. Now her cunt was fully exposed.

Her cunt-lips were dripping wet. He pulled them open gently and she gasped, writhing against him. Slowly, he slid a finger into her cunt. It was hot and wet and tight and she groaned, her hips twitching.

They stumbled to the bed and Anuja lay on her back across its width with her hips at the edge, her legs spread wide, her feet on the floor.

Jayant knelt on the floor and bending over her, kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his hands on her breasts.

Her nipples were stiff and hard in his fingers. She sucked his tongue, her hands caressing his body, sliding down to his crotch.

"Fuck me," she gasped as he broke the kiss. "Jayant ... fuck me!"

She was unbelievably sexy. Jayant was tempted to ram his cock into her flesh and fuck her furiously. But he had to show that he was man enough to satisfy her, and the obvious power of her sex-drive spurred him to prove himself.

He moved his lips and tongue down her neck, nuzzling the hollow in her throat. She looked lovely, and the dark spots on her face and the side of her neck were enticing.

Lower he moved, his tongue and lips hovering over her breasts and she gasped as he flicked first one nipple and then the other rapidly and sharply with his tongue. Her back arched and bowed and he opened his mouth and sucked on one gorged mound, crushing the other in his fingers.

Anuja whimpered, clenching his head. He scbangd her rigid nipple across his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth, whipped it with his tongue. She writhed eagerly. He moved to the other breast and then, squeezing both large mounds together, sucked them simultaneously.

"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes!"

Tiny flames of lust leaped through her body. Jayant kept at it mercilessly and quickly squeezed two fingers into her cunt and began masturbating her.

Anuja gasped and cried out, her face twisting in an agony of lust, her head jerking to one side, her hips heaving under his hand as he finger-fucked her rapidly. Her orgasm loomed.

Suddenly, he stopped sucking her breasts and finger-fucking her and, kneeling on the floor, bending low, thrust his face into her crotch. Anuja cried out.

Jayant spread the cloth of the bikini panties wide, covering her slit and, opening his mouth, pressed his face to her slit. Anuja groaned softly.

She could feel his hot breath in her cunt and his tongue pressed delicately inward, pushing the cloth into her slit, rubbing over her clitoris. She arched her back and clawed her cunt-lips open, her fingers rigid with tension.

"Jayant ... oh fuck yes, Jayant, yes ... c'mon ... tongue-fuck me ... do it!"

Slowly, her cousin brought the edges of the bikini panties together into a single strand and gently moved it aside.

Her cunt-lips were distended in her fingers, soft hair curling around their edges.

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Her cunt-flesh was soft and dripping wet; he could see the trickle of her cunt-juice. Slowly, he dragged his tongue down her slit. Anuja gasped sharply, her mouth opening in a wide O, her back arching, her face suffused with lust.

"OHHH Jayant yes!"

Jayant thrust his tongue into her cunt and delved deep. She hissed in joy, her back bowing, her hands pulling her cunt-lips wide open for him.

"Ohhh fuck yes! Ohh god yes! Do it, Jayant! Yes! OHHHH uhhh yes!"

Her head swam with excitement. He was incredibly good. His tongue was thick and heavy and she trembled in joy as it probed and pushed and twisted this way and that in her sodden slit, flicking her clitoris, swirling over the gorged love-button, suddenly whipping it back and forth.

Gasping and panting, her hips heaving, she clenched his head and moved it round and round between her thighs. Her cunt-juices streamed and their heady taste and odour aroused him.

Jayant pushed her thighs high and wide in his hands. Her cunt-lips were open and distended and the puckered flesh of her anus winked temptingly at him.

He dragged his tongue down her cunt-lips and lower through the creased vale between her buttocks to her anus. Anuja gasped and cried out as he ran his tongue lovingly over the tightness of her asshole.

Gently, he rimmed her ass, his tongue coiling and curving over the musky orifice, pressing and probing delicately within. It was musky and tangy and he savoured the taste and smell.

Gently, he slid a finger into her cunt, enjoying the sudden, violent convulsions of her cunt on his finger and, dragging his tongue back upward, pressed his face deeper into her cunt, took her swollen clitoris between his lips and sucked it sharply.

She cried out, her hands flying to her breasts, squeezing and crushing the heavy mounds, rolling them under her palms erotically. Her head rolled from side to side.

Her hips writhed and heaved and thrashed as he finger- and tongue-fucked her simultaneously. He slid a second finger into her cunt, then a third and abruptly began to finger-fuck her violently, ramming his hand back and forth, his tongue working like fiery lightning in her slit.

"OH UH OH UH OH UH Oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh Oh unhh ah uh ah uh oh yes oh yes oh god yes ohh yes OHHHHHHHH!" she cried, her body thrashing and heaving and writhing uncontrollably.

His fingers twisting and turning in her slit, his tongue rapping at her gorged clitoris, he pressed his thumb to her anus.

Anuja bit her lower lip, her head rolling from side to side, her thighs and legs trembling, her loins ablaze with lust.

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh god yes!"

Hooking her hands under her knees, she kept her legs pulled wide and high, exposing her cunt and ass completely to his ministrations.

His thumb pressed into her asshole and, with a shuddering moan, she yielded and he slipped it into her tight, hot, rear channel.

She gasped and cried out, her body bucking and lurching and writhing and rocking, her hips heaving and tossing.

Now his fingers plugged her cunt, his thumb her anus and his tongue was everywhere, darting between her cunt and clitoris to her tight anus to wriggle into the heat within. Anuja thrashed ecstatically.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh yes oh god yes oh yes baby yes!" she moaned, her hands working her breasts erotically, sliding down her belly to her cunt-lips as she hissed in pleasure, clenching his head, lifting her legs higher still. On and on he went, driving her wild with his dexterity.

She was seconds away from an orgasm, her body hot, sweat breaking out on her tawny skin and bedewing her forehead and upper lip and the nape of her neck when he stopped suddenly, jerking his sticky fingers out of her slit, raising his head. She cried out in shock and dismay, panting and moaning.

"Oh god no ... don't stop ... not now Jayant ... god no!" she gasped.

Her reactions excited him, made him smile.

"C'mon, slut ... suck me again," he muttered, rising to his feet.

Groaning, Anuja sat up and gripped his hips and pushed her face into his crotch, taking his cock greedily in her mouth and sucking it furiously.

Jayant grunted in pleasure and fucked her mouth for several minutes, rocking her head back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips at her face, fondling her breasts.

"Okay, bitch ... now I want your cunt," he said at last, pushing her down onto her back on the bed again.

He dropped to his knees and she spread her legs and lifted them high, bending her knees. He pulled her thighs apart in hands, his hands under her knees.

She pushed the bikini strand to one side, leaving her cunt-lips and anus exposed. Jayant paused, seriously tempted to sodomise her right away.

For a second he debated and then decided to defer that pleasure for the present. He pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips.

"Yes!" she gasped, her hands on his cock, guiding him to her hole, her shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together between her arms. "Fuck me, Jayant! Shove your cock into my slit! I want it, come on, do it!"

Slowly, the youth flexed his buttocks and swung his hips forward. His cock-head popped into her cunt and Anuja gasped in pleasure, her head arching, her back bowing, her mouth opening in a wide O.

"OHHHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Come on ... come on ... come on Jayant ... shove it all in ... OHHHHH yes! That's it! OHHHHH uhhhh yes! Ohh god yes that's so good yes! OHHHH yes! Oh ma uhhh yes!"

Groaning in pleasure, Jayant pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, wet, tight cunt. It convulsed and spasmed frantically on his throbbing penis as he squeezed himself deeper and deeper into her flesh. In and in his cock went till it was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed to her cunt-lips and buttocks.

Her cunt squeezed his cock fiercely, its heat engulfing his flesh. The youth groaned and exhaled sharply, repeatedly, struggling for control. He focused his mind, centering himself.

His deep chest heaved. His muscles corded and stood out in sharply defined ridges. Beneath him, Anuja moaned, her head rolling slowly from one side to the other, her hands under her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically.

"Oh god Jayant yes ... oh yes ... that's so good ... c'mon ... fuck me, lover! Fuck my cunt ... do it!"

"Fuck ... you're ... incredible ... god yes ... oh fuck ... oh fucking hell yes ...," Jayant groaned desperately.

Gripping her thighs, gasping softly, Jayant started fucking his cousin with long, slow, deep, skewering thrusts.

His hips swung backward, his buttocks unflexing, and he paused; then his buttocks flexed taut again and his hips swung forward with a little roll and snap and swirl and his cock spiralled deeply into her, entering her flesh from all angles.

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Beneath him, Anuja gasped and moaned, her body arching and bowing, jerking gently with his thrusts.

"Ohhh yes!" she hissed. "Oh god yes! Yes! Ohh yes that's it uhhh ohhhh yes uhhh oh ma uhh ahhhh uhhh yes uhhh oh yes oh yes oh yes oh god yes!"

He hit a steady, mesmerising rhythm and Anuja gasped deliriously, her cunt squeezing and convulsing eagerly on his throbbing, stroking, pistoning penis.

Her body rocked and jerked, her breasts bouncing with his thrusts and she crushed them in her hands, her head flipping from side to side.

The gold necklace twinkled on her skin. Her lips were drawn back, her mouth open, her perfect, white, even teeth bared in a rictus of lust. Jayant devoured the loveliness of her face and kept moving relentlessly.

"C'mon ... take it ... yeh ... that's it ... take it, whore ... c'mon yes! Take it, you fucking bitch ... take my cock ... oh fuck yes ... yes ... that's it ... take it all! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ohhh yes ... oh fuck yes ... ohhhh uhh yes!"

On and on he went and the sensations in her loins were overpowering. Her body blazed with lust.

Suddenly, without warning, he switched to a furious, ram-fucking, reaming, hammering stroke, pounding his hips savagely back and forth, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt.

Anuja cried out, her back bowing, her body rocking and jerking violently, her face twisting and contorting in a grimace of excitement, her mouth torn open, her eyes screwed shut, her head arched back, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously, her gold necklace slapping and dancing on her tawny skin.

She dug her fingers into his thick biceps and forearms, clenched his powerful shoulders. His cock rammed and reamed and slammed in and out of her cunt, mashing her gorged clitoris, crushing her hot cunt-flesh, probing deep, plowing wildly in and out.

"OH JAYANT-JAYANT-JAYANT-JAYUHNNNNNNNT uhhhh OHHH uhh OHHH uhh OH ma Oh ma Oh ma Oh ma OHHHHHH uhhh yes Oh god yes OHHH yes uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh Jayant! Jayant! Uhhhh yes uhhh oh yes!" she cried out.

Equally suddenly, he slowed and resumed his slow, deep, punishing thrusts. Anuja gasped in shock and delight. Moaning and hissing her pleasure, she slid a hand down her sucked-in belly and splayed her cunt-lips further open, her slim, elegant forefinger curling inward to flick her clitoris gently, her other hand working her breasts.

Her orgasm neared, grew, loomed and then broke and she gasped, arching stiffly, the breath shooting from her throat as a thousand volts of electric pleasure swept her flesh.

Jayant groaned, his head flung back and slowly drilled her cunt again and again, pushing his cock as deep as he could into her hot, wet, delightful cunt.

Her orgasm intensified, lengthened, peaked and slowly waned as he kept moving, just barely in control himself.

She groaned thickly, her chest heaving, panting and gasping her pleasure.

"God, you're fantastic," she murmured, looking at him with a smile, her eyes dancing with pleasure. "You're unbelievably good!"

He grinned and kept moving. "So are you, Anju. So are you. Like it?"

"Mm. Heaven. Just don't stop ... just keep fucking me," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut, her head turning to one side.

He continued stroking smoothly in and out of her till he had her whimpering in passion again and could feel the renewed spasming of her cunt. Her lust mounted and grew slowly.

"Now," he murmured. "Let me fuck your ass."

Anuja was in no mood to deny him. "Yes," she gasped. "Come on, do it! I want it in my ass!"

Jayant slid smoothly out of her cunt, making her groan at the sudden release in pressure. He bent her legs further up and back, spreading her thighs and pressed his bulging, glistening cock-head to her exposed asshole.

Anuja whimpered and writhed, her body rolled up onto the small of her back, her anus proffered to his pleasure. His cock-head pressed at the tight flesh of her rear orifice.

She gasped, bit her lower lip, tensed and then yielded slowly. Jayant flexed his buttocks smoothly and gently and eased his hips forward. His cock-head popped into her anus.

Anuja cried out, her mouth jerking open, her lips snapping back over her teeth, her head whipping back, the breath rushing from her throat.

Her fingers dug into his thick forearms.

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"OH! OH MA UNHHH Jay ... UNHHHHHHT uhhhh OHHHHHH!"

He paused, gasping, wincing, his face contorting in an agony of lust as her anus convulsed frantically on his penis and slowly flexed his buttocks and slid his hips further forward. His cock inched into her tight, hot, spasming anus.

She gasped and cried out, her chest heaving, her breath coming in choking, sobbing, rattling gasps and moans as he went in deeper and deeper. Her buttocks writhed and quivered as he impaled them. Her legs trembled in the air.

"OHHHHH Jayant yes Oh god yes uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"

"Ohh uhh yeh uh ohh yeh oh yeh oh fuck yes ohh god yes take it!" he went.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhhh!" she wept.

The youth sodomised his young teenage cousin slowly and thoroughly. Groaning and gasping, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, he swung his hips gently back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips sliding smoothly in a to-and-fro action.

Anuja hissed and moaned in evident pleasure, her head rolling from side to side, her breasts wobbling with his thrusts as he drove himself in and out of her anus.

She squeezed her breasts, pinching and tweaking the nut-hard nipples, rolling them under her palms. Her hand went down flat on her belly and she pressed a finger to her cunt-lips.

"God yes ... c'mon ... c'mon Jayant ... yes ... fuck me ... oh ma uhhh yes ... oh fuck yes ... that's it ... do it ... shove it in, lover ... ohhh yes ... that's so good ... yes ... fuck my ass aby... fuck it ohhh uhhh yes oh god yes!"

Goaded by her words, he fucked her ass unhurriedly, stroking in and out, in and out of her anus. Anuja gasped and thrashed and writhed, her middle finger arched elegantly between her cunt-lips frantically working her clitoris.

Faster and faster he went, his cock pushing and squeezing and tunnelling into her asshole, which convulsed frenetically on the thick, long, throbbing, searing hot invader.

Her fingertip jigged frantically on her clitoris. Her hips heaved and thrashed and her other hand crushed and squeezed her breasts in a frenzy.

"Oh Jayant ... Jayant ... Jayant ... yes ... oh fuck yes ... yes ... yes ... oh god yes ... ohh god oh god oh god oh ma uhh ahhhh uhhh yes!" she gasped, her voice ragged and hoarse.

She looked stunning, he thought, her pretty face distorted by an agony of joy, her head flipping from side to side, one hand in her crotch, finger working her clitoris, the other on her breasts, her body heaving and thrashing.

Her loud, lewd moans of pleasure rang in his ears. Jayant groaned and flung his head back. The heat in his loins was unbearable.

Anuja moaned and exploded, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, the breath shooting from her throat, her body arching and bending under his, her anus convulsing and cramping fiercely on his penis.

Jayant couldn't hold back any longer. His balls and belly ached for release. With a shuddering gasp, he thrust his cock into her anus once, twice, three, four, five times, each thrust drawing a choking gasp from her throat and then, lurching out of her, shaking his cock, he came violently.

Anuja gasped as his cock jerked out of her anus and, whimpering, writhed under him, her hand still working her slit. Hot jizz spewed from his cock-head and she groaned as it hit her thighs and cunt and belly and breasts.

She caught it in her fingers, licked them, smeared them on her face and neck and breasts, massaged it into her crotch.

Gunk dribbled down her cunt-lips and over her anus. Gasping and groaning thickly, Jayant pushed his cock-head into her asshole again, making her whimper softly. He fucked her ass for a few minutes, moving gently and then, sliding out, pushed it into her cunt.

Anuja spread her legs and wound them around his lean hips as he bent over her, his hands
on her cum-sticky breasts. She caressed his broad shoulders and, opening her eyes, smiled radiantly up at him, her hips grinding pleasurably under his.

His erection had barely waned and he moved smoothly and effortlessly now, his hips rising and falling in a smooth cadence.

He bent over and kissed his, his tongue roving deep in her mouth. She caressed his strong back and buttocks.

"God, you're incredible," she murmured. "That was fabulous."

"For me, too. You're fantastic."

He tongued her ear gently and she craned her neck and licked and sucked his nipple.

"Now what?"

"Now nothing."

"Spoilsport."

"Except more fucking."

She giggled. "That's more like it. What do you want to do?"

"I want to lick your slit again," he murmured after a bit. "Then your cunt. Then your ass. I want to fuck you all over again."

She giggled. "Let me suck your cock first. I like doing that."

He grinned and slid smoothly out of her cunt. Once again, he rose to his feet and she sat up and pushed her face into his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it slowly.

Jayant felt good, strong and fully in control of himself. He moved her head in his hands. The orgasm had sated their immediate need and now their lust simmered with a deep, quiet, satisfying intensity.

She sucked his penis slowly and deeply, her face distended with its size as she took it deep in her mouth. Jayant fucked her mouth slowly, his head bent, watching her, watching his thick, long cock glistening between her lips.

He caressed her face and fondled her breasts, relishing their weight and size, the hardness of her nipples. She worked his cock-head cunningly with her tongue and teeth and he groaned softly, his loins growing hot with lust.

When he was satisfied, he pushed her back and licked her slit and ass again. Anuja whimpered softly, lying back and caressing his head dreamily as his tongue and fingers and lips and teeth wrought their magic in her loins.

"Anju?"

"What?"

"Did your dad buy that new video camera?"

Anuja grinned and craned her head and looked at him. He lifted his face, a huge grin creasing his handsome face.

"Yes, why?"

"I want to shoot a video of you fucking."

"Fucking you?"

"No. Yes. Maybe. Actually you and the servant."

"Who, Baban?"

"Yeah. You fuck him, don't you?"

"All the time."

"Good, then I'll do that first. Then maybe you and me."

"Then all three of us? You guys fucking my cunt and ass together?"

"Yes."

She looked at him adoringly, drinking in the beauty of his body with his broad shoulders and deep chest and chiselled features and stone-hard belly, rippling with muscle.

"C'mon lover ... fuck me ... fuck me like a whore," she murmured, her eyes glittering with excitement.

At his instance, they moved to the floor, before the full-length dressing table mirror. There, she knelt and sucked his cock again and then, later, he bent her over on all fours and, kneeling behind her, tongued and licked her cunt and ass gently, and finger-fucked her cunt and anus simultaneously.

Anuja writhed and moaned, her buttocks swaying, her upturned face creased in pleasure.

"C'mon Jayant ... fuck me," she moaned at last, gasping and panting.

The teenager chuckled softly and rose to his knees behind her. She bent forward over the low stool set in front of the dressing table, her breasts pendulous and heavy, her gold necklace dangling, her thighs spread and buttocks splayed open.

Jayant took his cock and slowly squeezed its head into her cunt. She groaned, her head rising, turning over shoulder. He slid his hands up her body and caressed her, cupped and squeezed her breasts.

Bending over, he kissed her hungrily, his tongue in her mouth and she sucked it gratefully, her buttocks writhing against his groin.

"God that's so good," she muttered as he tongued her ear and nuzzled the nape of her neck. "That's so very good."

Their bodies glistened with sweat now and hers was sticky with his gunk as well. She smelled divinely sexy and erotic, a heady mixture of sweat and cunt-juice and his gunk. It aroused and excited him.

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He eased his cock deeper into her cunt, going in and in till he was buried in her flesh to the hilt with his balls pressed to her buttocks and cunt-lips, and began to fuck her unhurriedly with slow, deep, skewering thrusts.

His buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically, his hips swung smoothly and seamlessly from the waist and his cock glistened and gleamed as it went in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing wetly between the smooth curves of her buttocks.

Anuja moaned and gasped in pleasure, rocking back and forth under him, her hips swaying erotically, writhing in joy as he swirled his hips and entered her from all angles.

Her face was turned up, suffused with lust, her mouth open, her eyes hooded, her tongue pressed erotically to her upper lip.

Her gold necklace swung and her breasts jiggled and swung with his thrusts. Her forearms on the stool, she moved in unison with him, savouring each thrust, delighting in the long, grinding, squelching, rasping, mashing instroke, gasping at the release in pressure as he slid outward, moaning as he spiraled and rolled in again and again.

His lips pursed, Jayant breathed heavily, panting and gasping softly, his breath sucking in, shooting out, sucking in, shooting out in time to his fucking.

"Oh ... uhh ... ohh ... uhh ... ohh ... uhh ... ohhh ... uhh ... ohhh ... uhh ... ohh ... yeh ... ohh yeh ... ohh fuck yes ... uh ... Ohhh ... uhhh ... OHHH ... uhh ... OHHH ... uhh ... OHHH ..," she moaned. "Yeh ... oh god yes ... ohhh ... uhh ... oh ... uhh ... ohma uhh yes ... ohh yes ... yes ... that's ... it ... ohh yes ... do it ... do it, lover ... fuck me ... oh ma yes!"

"Take it! Take it, whore, take it! Oh yes! Oh fuck yes oh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh oh uh ohhhhhh!" he groaned.

Gripping her hips, he fucked her relentlessly, gradually going faster and faster, his thighs slapping loudly at her soft buttocks, his cock grinding and rasping and squelching in and out of her cunt.

Faster and faster yet and he was ramming and reaming in and out of her cunt, his head flung back, jerking her body back and forth under him, jerking her cunt up and down the length of his throbbing, swollen cock-shaft.

Her head jerked up and she cried out, her mouth open, her face contorted with lust.

"Oh Jayant ... Jay ... uhhhnt unhhh Ohhh uhhh ohh uhh oh oh oh oh OHH uhh Ohma oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHHH uhh oh yes oh god yes oh fuck yes oh yes ... fuck me ... oh god yes!" she cried.

He gasped and rammed deep into her. "Take it! Oh fuck yes Oh yes oh yes Ohh uhh ohhh uhh ohhhhh uhhh ohhhhhhh uhh ohhhhhhhh uhh oh uh oh uh oh oh uh OHHHHH!"

She moaned, her head sinking between her arms, her body rocking and jerking, her pendulous breasts jiggling heavily, her gold necklace tossing back and forth, slapping against her chin.

Jayant went faster and faster, hammering his hips back and forth, pummelling her thighs, making her body jerk and rock wildly under his. Suddenly, he slowed and ground his hips round with a sudden snapping action as he thrust into her.

His cock spiralled into her from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris, making her gasp and arch her head, whimpering her pleasure.

Groaning, he resumed fucking her with deep, rapid thrusts again and now he looked up. The reflections in the mirror were erotic and aroused him intensely: her body jerking and rocking, her necklace swinging, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, his thighs slapping at her buttocks.

Her face was suffused with lust, radiant and glowing. Sweat coursed down his deep chest, pattered gently on her back and buttocks. It streamed off her back.

Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck and her brow. He continued fucking her mercilessly.

Their orgasms neared, growing increasingly imminent. Jayant exhaled sharply, rapidly, and checked his own orgasm. His balls ached and throbbed. He kept stroking powerfully in and out of her cunt, relentless, ruthless, masterful.

Anuja exploded with a shuddering, broken, ululating cry, her body stiffening, her back curving inward, her head jerking up, her cunt convulsing and cramping fiercely on his pistoning penis.

Jayant gasped, his head arched and skewered her cunt slowly, squeezing his cock in as deep as he could with sharp, stabbing thrusts, his buttocks flexing taut and twitching at her hips as he plunged his cock into her flesh.

Again and again he slammed his cock into her cunt and her body jerked and rocked under his, each thrust drawing a rattling groan of pleasure as her orgasm intensified, lengthened and slowly waned.

He slowed and stopped, skewering her deeply, writhing his crotch against her buttocks. She whimpered as he squeezed her breasts and bent over and kissed her again when she turned her face.

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"Now," he murmured. "Now, whore, your ass again. Come on."

Anuja moaned softly. "Jayant ... please ... use the lotion ..."

She pointed to a plastic bottle of skin lotion on the dressing table. Jayant grinned and picked it up, flipped open the lid, tipped some cream into his palm and anointed his thick, hard, long, throbbing, sticky cock.

Taking more, he smeared it between her buttocks and on her anus. She moaned and trembled at his touch, gasping as he pressed a fingertip to her rear orifice and forced it in. He laughed softly.

"You really like it in your ass, don't you? Love being butt-fucked, right?"

"God yes," she moaned. "C'mon Jayant ... fuck my butt ... do it!"

"I want it nice and deep now, bitch. C'mon ... on your feet!"

He rose to his feet and pulled her up so that she was bent over steeply, her forearms on the stool before the mirror, her feet on the floor, legs spread wide, her buttocks splayed open, her anus completely vulnerable and exposed to his throbbing cock.

He tipped the bottle of lotion over her buttocks and the thick cream dribbled over her anus. Slowly, he slid his finger into her rear channel and lubricated it thoroughly. She gasped thickly, her chest heaving, her head arched, biting her lower lip.

Sliding his finger out of her anus, he tipped more lotion on her back and massaged it into her flesh. Standing behind her, between her spread thighs, he took his cock in one hand and, holding her hip with the other, carefully pressed his cock-head to her tight little asshole.

She tensed and he pressed deeper. Her anus yielded and he squeezed his cock through, his cock-head popping into her rear channel. She cried out sharply, her head snapping up, her mouth tearing open, her face contorting in a savage grimace.

"OHMA UHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Jayant gasped, his belly rippling inward, his muscles cording in tension. The sight in the mirror was incredibly erotic.

Her face was turned up, her lips drawn back over her teeth, her neck arched with tendons popping, her long gold necklace high on the nape of her neck, her dark hair loose in its knot, framing her face, her breasts swollen and heavy, his cock-head embedded in her anus, his thick shaft protruding between the smooth round curves of her buttocks.

Her anus convulsed frenetically on his cock and he groaned thickly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, spreading them wider still to receive his swollen shaft.

Anuja's head swam with excitement and pleasure. His penis was wonderful in her anus, thick and hot and hard. She moaned loudly, her chest heaving, her pulse pounding in her head and writhed her hips erotically.

"Oh Jayant!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! Do it, baby! Shove it in! Shove it all in, Jayant ... fuck my ass ... I want it!"

Jayant groaned and slowly flexed his buttocks tighter and tighter, sliding his hips forward.

His cock squeezed between her buttocks, disappearing between the curves and into her hot, tight, clonic rear channel.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh motherfucking god in heaven oh fuck yes oh yes c'mon bitch take it ohhh god yeh ... take it, whore ... take my prick!" he gasped.

In front of her mirror, Jayant sodomised his teenage cousin for the second time that evening. His cock drilled her anus and her face twisted and contorted as he pushed it in deeper and deeper. He took her ass heavily and slowly, gasping in pleasure.

Bent over before him, Anuja moaned and writhed as he buggered her thoroughly, his hips rocking slowly back and forth, his cock grinding in and out of her cunt without respite or mercy.

Her body flamed with lust, and she moaned and whimpered and gasped, her breath rattling from her throat in broken cries and moans.

His hands slid up and he squeezed her breasts, thrust a hand under her belly and fingered her wet, sodden slit, arching two fingers into her cunt as he stroked smoothly in and out of her anus, his thick penis grinding and rasping in and out, in and out, in and out.

Anuja gasped and cried out, her body writhing and lurching and rocking frantically as a violent orgasm swept through her. Jayant groaned and held himself back, slowly grinding into her ass again and again.

With a low groan, he let himself go, gasping in relief as the heat spewed from his cock and spurted in endless, hot, stinging jets into his beautiful cousin's steaming ass.

Groaning, he slid out of her, making her gasp, and jerking his cock, spattered her buttocks and thighs and back. Slowly, he squeezed his cock into her asshole again.

Anuja moaned and whimpered and let him sodomise her for a few minutes more. Then he slid out and slowly pushed his cock into her cunt again.

"I could fuck you forever," he murmured, rocking slowly back and forth. "Forever and ever."

She grinned at him in the mirror, her eyes dancing with pleasure. "That's a promise you're not allowed to break, Jay," she murmured.

They sank to the floor and he slipped out of her and fell on his back on the floor. She turned and bent over him, her legs outside his, her heavy breasts dangling over his face.

He grinned and slid his hands up her body to cup the fleshy mounds. Her nipples were still hard.

"You still hot?"

"Mm. Very."

"So am I."

"So I see," she giggled, reaching back to fondle his erection. "God, doesn't your prick ever get limp?"

"You want it to?"

"Not especially."

"Good. Neither do I. This is good."

"Don't I know it. Shall I suck you?"

"Mm."

"Come in my mouth."

"Okay."

She fed her breasts to his lips and he sucked them delicately, making her whimper and moan.

Then she glided downward, kissing and licking his sticky body, sucking his nipples, going lower and lower, her tongue trailing down his hard belly and swirling through his navel till her head was bent over his cock.

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Gently, she drew his cock into her mouth and started sucking it. Jayant groaned and closed his eyes. There was magic in her fingers and tongue and lips and teeth and he surrendered to it, letting her suck him at her pleasure.

The heady taste and odour of his cock aroused her, smelling of cunt and ass and gunk and she sucked him deeply and slowly, savouring every minute. She loved the taste and feel and smell of a thick cock in her mouth and Jayant was a magnificent lover by any standard.

Her head bobbed and rocked up and down over his lap. Jayant moaned thickly, holding her head and moving it to suit his pleasure.

His hips writhed and bucked under her face. Rising, she squeezed her breasts over his throbbing shaft while she tongued his belly; dipping her head, she scbangd her teeth over the thick stem and went lower to suck his balls.

He spread his legs, lifted his hips and her tongue swirled over his anus. He gasped thickly.

The sensation was exquisite, her soft face burrowing between his strong, muscular thighs, her tongue whipping at his anus, her fingers curled around his shaft, jerking it deftly and pumping it.

Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and her fingers grew sticky. Lifting her head, she caressed her face with his cock, moaning wantonly, letting him watch her lips and cheeks grow sticky with his seed.

She moved it around her breasts, between them and he pushed her head back and made her suck his cock again.

"C'mon ... suck it ... suck it hard, whore!" he gasped.

Anuja sucked his cock with renewed vigour, her tongue coiling sinuously around his cock-head, probing the long, fine slit in the cock tip, trying to draw at the essence of the man.

Her head bobbed faster and faster up and down and her fingers worked his shaft adroitly and the heat in his balls and belly was no longer containable.

With a shuddering moan, he exploded and she held his cock-head in her mouth and sucked his seed gratefully, her head spinning with the delightful taste and odour of his gunk.

Slowly, lasciviously, she raised her head and smiled at him. He thought she looked stunning, jizz dribbling down her chin and, as she jerked his cock still, spurting onto her neck and breasts.

They showered together, and under the cool, stinging spray, she sucked his cock again, delicately arousing him till he was hard and erect again. In the bathroom, standing with her back to the tiled wall, Jayant fucked her hard, holding her thighs in his hands and slamming his hips back and forth greedily, thrusting his cock greedily into her cunt, his hips twitching violently, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully as he drowned his cock in her cunt.

She gasped and cried out, her fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, her cunt and hips heaving and jerking under his thrusts, her body twitching and lurching.

Back in the bedroom, dripping wet, he fucked her again on her back on the cool tiled floor, taking her heavily and slowly, pushing her from one orgasm to another.

On his back, he took her astride him and she groaned, bucking and rocking feverishly up and down on his penis as he squeezed and cupped her hot, heavy breasts, lifting his head to suck them.

She came again and yet again. He was insatiable and kept fucking her. Anuja was delirious and dizzy with lust, tiring now.

Turning her on her side, he plunged into her cunt from behind, fucking her furiously, jerking her body savagely before his, his thighs cannoning off her buttocks and thighs, his penis pounding her flesh greedily.

She gasped and cried out, her body jerking and writhing uncontrollably and then he rolled her over onto her front and ram-fucked her demonically from behind, straddling her hips in a low, deep squat, thrusting furiously in and out of her cunt, going on and on, hammering his hips at her buttocks and thighs, his cock plunging and pistoning in and out of her flesh.

She came again and finally, he lost control and exploded deep in her cunt, his cock plunged in to the hilt, his hips twitching and jerking, his cock spewing his molten heat into her sodden slit.

They fell to the floor, murmuring in pleasure, caressing each other.

"What time is it?" she asked drowsily.

"Almost eight-thirty." He looked at his wrist watch.

"You hungry?"

"For food or sex?"

She giggled. "Whichever. You decide."

He grinned and squeezed her breast, dragged his tongue over her still hard nipple. "What do you think I want?"

She laughed softly. "I don't know, but I hope it's the same as I do."

And then she had his penis in her mouth again and Jayant groaned softly and closed his eyes, surrendering to the magic of his teenage cousin's body.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

That was the end of Pentaprism PART 04 Sweat Sex Teens



Will be posting Pentaprism PART 05 Embraces of Men Past

Hope you guys loved it received lot of PM's thanks for that too..........and also for all the comments

Thank you Smita

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